#flustered sam

“You need a vacation,” Gabriel chirped suddenly, his chin resting in his hand propped up on the bunker’s kitchen table. 

“I don't think so, Gabe,” Sam said with a chuckle as he popped another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. “I've had my fill of shitty hotel rooms and continential breakfasts,” he added as he chewed.

“I am appalled, Sam.” With over dramatic flourish, Gabriel stood, spinning around the kitchen as he continued. “Do you really think that I would send you anywhere close to those disgusting, roach infested, dead bodies floating in the pool, soggy ass waffle serving, cardboard boxes then maybe you don't know me very well.”

“Oh, I know you plenty well. And I wouldn't put it past you to send us there for no other reason than to fuck with me.”

“Sam, please. I love you so much more than that.”

A sharp snap echoed off the tile walls, and Sam shifted in his seat as the scenery around him altered, the kitchen fading away and a deserted sandy beach complete with soft crashing ocean waves appearing in its place.

The seat beneath him vanished as well, and Sam dropped unceremoniously to the warm sand. 

"What the hell, Gabriel?" Sam scrambled to his feet, and too quickly discovered his cozy flannel pajamas had disappeared. His eyes went wide at the sight of the skin tight, black boy shorts practically painted on him, and nothing else. 

"What the hell, Gabriel!?" he growled, hiding himself behind his hands.

"What can I say, I like the view."

"Where are we?"

"Still in the bunker, Sam a lam," Gabriel crooned with a smile. "It's just an illusion, of course."

Sam frowned, huffing his displeasure at the archangel. "Give me back my clothes."

"Don't like the beach? Not a problem, my love." There was another snap, and the summer beach transformed to a wooded trail, autumn leaves falling as Sam found himself atop a horse, Gabriel on his own beside him. "Perhaps a romantic horseback ride to a scenic hilltop."

"Gabriel," Sam closed his eyes in frustration, "why am I still not wearing a shirt?" 

"Because I still like the view," Gabriel snarked as he reached over to flick Sam's cowboy hat down over his eyes a little. "You can definitely pull off the look."

"If you don't stop this, I won't talk to you for a week." Sam pulled out his most devastating glare, not quite sure the threat would ever persuade Gabriel to stop.

"Still not your cup of tea?" Another snap rang out and Sam wished he was still in bed. 

As the shimmer faded again, Sam's anger instantly faded away as he took in the new surroundings. They both were seated at a sturdy wooden table, small desk lamps spread out and giving a soft light to the room. Around them were shelves, covered from floor to ceiling in books. More than Sam could ever hope to read. Sam gasped in awe as his eyes trailed up, seeing floor after floor of more precious books, and at the very top, the domed ceiling that was covered in fluffy renaissance angels. 

"Oh my god. Gabriel…" Sam felt overwhelmed at the sights around him. He ran a hand over his mouth, confusion settling over him as his fingers bumped into cold plastic that was resting on his face. 

A pair of black rimmed glasses sat on Sam's nose, plucked off so Sam could examine them. He glanced down further to see himself wearing a deep maroon sweater vest with a faint argyle pattern, a black button up underneath it.

"I look like a teacher," Sam chuckled, letting out a loud laugh when he glanced over to Gabriel and found him looking at him like a cup of water in the desert.

"Haven't you been listening?" Gabriel asked as he plucked the glasses from Sam's fingers to gently place them back on his face. "I like the view." Gabriel smiled. "So how 'bout this place? Am I getting warm?" Gabriel leaned in closer, only inches away from Sam, "Do you like it?”

“You have a kink,” Sam said with a coy smile of his own. “And yeah, this is the one. We definitely need a vacation.”

The small space between them disappeared as Sam leaned forward, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. A final snap echoed out in the air, and the illusion dissolved away, the archangel and his hunter following it, leaving the bunker’s kitchen empty behind them.

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