#aspiritwind

OMG, INEBRIATED CONFESSIONS ARE THE BEEEEEEEST, I APPROVE OF THIS SO HARD!!!  

So, so, so, Sam has been head over heels for Gabriel for ages and just doesn’t want to admit it, but he does at the same time, but he doesn’t want to because then Gabriel might leave and that is the one thing that he does not want, because Gabriel is the bestest.  

So, Gabriel decides, because sometimes Gabriel has fucking brilliant ideas, that Sam should be drunk to try to relax, because Sam deserves all of the relaxing. So he puts alcohol in all of Sam’s drinks for a day and it succeeds in making Sam drunk, because Sam has no alcohol tolerence and Gabriel did not know this, except he does now, because Sam, Sam fucking GIGGLES when he is drunk!  

Also Sam kinda swings a little bit when he walks, and it’s like his whole body is liquid and Gabriel likes it a lot more than he’s willing to admit (and he already likes Sam a hell of a lot, so that shit is fucking impressive right there).  

So when Sam flops on the couch and is fucking giggling and looking at him, Gabriel just gives him this bemused smile and that’s when Sam starts blurting things out.  

“Don’t pout at me like that, it makes me want to kiss you.”  

Gabriel just blinks and raises an eyebrow.  “You want to kiss me?”  

“Yup!  Kiss you and love you and your ass should be illegal.”  

Gabriel manages to laugh and walks closer to Sam.  “When were you gonna tell me about this?”  

“Neeeeeeever,” Sam admits, yawning big and wide.  “Cause you don’t want me!”  

Gabriel just huffs and straddles Sam’s waist and glares down at Sam and how wide his eyes got.  “You sure about that?”  

“Uhhhhh?” 

Gabriel just grins and leans down to kiss Sam.  

And when Sam wakes up and Gabriel is sleeping on his chest, well, at least he couldn’t be TOO angry at Gabriel for getting him drunk.  Especially since he didn’t seem to have a hangover.  That was a definite win.  

ARGH, BUT THE BOYS, AND OF COURSE, NOTHING TO DO FOR THREE HOURS, I WONDER WHAT THEY GET UP TO!  THE ANSWER, OF COURSE, IS TRUTH OR DARE, BECAUSE THEY ARE BORED OUT OF THEIR MINDS!  

It’s been at least an hour and it’ll be another two before AAA manages to get there, when Matt suggests it.  

“Hey, Rich.  Truth or Dare.”  

Rich just opens one eye and stares at Matt.  “What am I, sixteen?”  

“No, you’re thirty-seven and fucking bored, now answer the damn question,” Matt says, grinning at him.  

“Fine, truth.” 

“You’re boring.”  

“You’re the one playing a teenager game.”  

Matt shrugged.  “Fair enough.  Best sex you’ve ever had?”  

“Marathon weekend sex with my second girlfriend.  Literally left the bedroom only for food and more condoms,” Rich said, giving Matt a grin.  “My turn?” 

Matt swallowed hard and nodded.  “Yeah.  Your turn.”  

“All right.  Robbie, truth or dare?”  

Rob chuckled and opened one eye to stare at Rich.  “I’ll follow your example and go with truth.”  

Rich looked to Matt.  “I see what you mean by boring.”  He turned back to Rob.  “All right.  Ever kissed a guy?”  

Rob raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.  “Yes.”  

Both of Rich’s eyes snapped open and he looked at Rob.  “More than one?” 

Rob grinned, and winked at him.  “One question at a time.”  He leaned back against the seat and stretched.  “Matt, truth or dare?”  

“Dare,” Matt said, his eyes stuck on Rob.  How many men had Rob kissed?  Or was he just bullshitting for sake of a-

“Kiss me,” Rob said, his lips curved in a smirk.  

Matt flailed a little and sat upright.  “What?!”  

Rob shrugged and smirked as he leaned back against the seat.  “You heard me.  You want to turn the dare down?  I’ll give you ten spankings instead.”  

Matt flushed, dark red, he could feel his cheeks heated up and he stared at Rob, his mouth dry.  

“Damn, Robbie plays to win.  Cohen, you’re up, come on.  Man up and kiss him already,” Rich taunted, smirking at him.  

Matt glanced over at Rich and scowled.  “Voyeur.”  

“Au contraire,” Richard said, raising a finger.  “I merely appreciate the finer things in life, and two gorgeous men kissing each other?  Well, that absolutely qualifies.”  

“Well?” Rob asked, raising an eyebrow.  

Matt huffed and glared at Richard before turning to Rob and climbing over the seat a little.  “Well, fine, I’m going to do this properly if I’m going to do it,” he grumbled, cupping Rob’s chin in his palm.  “Pucker up Robbie.”  

Of course, Rob gives Matt the most exaggerated duck face that he can manage without laughing.  Matt, of course, just leans in and gives Rob’s lower lip a quick bite, making him gasp.  Then Matt smirks and leans in, kissing Rob slow and deep and PROPER, and by the time he pulls back, well, he knows that Rob’s pants are at least as tight as his own.  

Rob doesn’t look away from Matt as he grins, raising his eyebrows.  “Your turn.”  

Matt smirks and glances to the side for a moment.  “Hey Rich, truth or dare?”  

“Dare,” the hoarse voice answers.  

“Jerk off watching us make out,” Rob suggests, unable to keep from grinning.  “After all.  We’ve got time to kill.”  

~!~

They’re only slightly rumpled when AAA pulls up two and a half hours later.  

OH GOD, BUT THIS IS TOO FUCKING CUTE FOR WORDS, I NEEDED IT SO MUCH AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT, BECAUSE I LOVE THESE KIND OF HARMLESS PRANKS BECAUSE THEY’RE SO FUCKING PERFECT!!!!!!

So, Sam is totally whining like the brat he is when he gets cold, because he is cold and wet, and his ears are red and he is UNCOMFORTABLE.  

Gabriel of course, isn’t cold at all, because he’s an angel, and Sam is even grumpier at him and Gabriel eventually (because Sam’s annoyed puppy face is the cutest thing ever) snaps and gives Sam a beanie, and he even makes sure Sam is completely dry.  

Just like that, Sam’s mood is improving in a second, and Dean starts laughing at him.  Sam just thinks Dean’s mocking him for being so cheered up at the hat, because it’s warm and now he’s not miserable while they tromp through the woods.  

When they get back to the hotel, and come inside, Sam just pads into the bathroom and stops in front of the mirror and stares at the antlers poking out of the beanie.  He wants to be angry with Gabriel, but he’s grinning, because he likes it.  A lot.  

“Hey Gabriel,” he calls and he knows that the angel is listening.  “You should give Dean one with a squirrel tail!”  

Gleeful laughter and a snap is his only response, along with Dean’s outraged shout.

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☼ - You make me smile

＃- I want to thank you (for what you precious <3)

OH GOD, HURT/COMFORT WILL AND ALWAYS WILL BE MY JAM AND FUCK I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, OKAY, BECAUSE IT’S JUST, ARGH, IT’S SO TRUE AND WONDERFUL AND JUST.  UGH.  

Okay, so maybe they’re coming off a rough hunt, a wendigo, or ghouls, or something that was exhausting and tiring, or maybe it was zombies and Sam is reminded a little too much of the croats and everything from those years.  

He curls into the bed, and the heat is broken and it’s Minnesota during the winter, so it’s bone-chilling cold, the bed is uncomfortable and too small, and he and Dean stopped being small enough to fit in twin beds years ago, but it’s all they had left on short notice.  

He’s sore and in pain and just, everything hurts.  So when he dreams, he dreams of the cage, of Lucifer welcoming him back in with open arms.  And he’s crying out and shuddering, but Dean is sleeping the sleep of the truly exhausted, and doesn’t stir.  

So when Gabriel appears, he sees the hunters are in trouble and he calls Castiel a moment later to take care of Dean and then focuses on Sam.  Sam who is shivering in a nightmare, clearly in pain and Gabriel immediately joins Sam’s dream and sees Sam standing tall in front of Lucifer, even as his hands shake a little bit in fear.  

Gabriel steps between them and banishes Lucifer, turning to Sam and wrapping the hunter in his arms.  He changes the bed, shifting to Egyptian cotton sheets and proper heavy blankets and a king size that fits Sam with ease.  Then Gabriel cuddles Sam into his arms and combs his fingers through his hair until Sam relaxes into a proper sleep.  

When Sam wakes up again, it’s as though he’s slept for years and he’s terrified about who is holding him until he smells the candyfloss and then he sags against Gabriel.  Gabriel reminds him that Sam can call him any time, especially with the nightmares.  

Sam agrees and tightens his hold on Gabriel, just holding him close and deciding that while that might be true, he needed to still get used to the idea that he could do that.  But he’ll work on it.  In the meantime, he doesn’t want Gabriel to leave.  

Gabriel just holds onto Sam a little tighter.