#sam!gabriel

     Gabriel snorted, waving a bright red lollipop at Gabriel. “Don’t faint on me, big guy. Chill out a little.”

     Gabriel stared at Gabriel incredulously, his hands flailing a little till they found their way to his temples, massaging in small circular motions. “I- How are you so calm?” He exclaimed, brow furrowing. “I mean- Oh, I need to sit down.”

     “Mm, I’m confused, kid,” Gabriel retorted. He watched his counterpart - was that the right word? He wasn’t really sure - slide down the wall, his hands bracing for the ground. “Just more curious than anything. Ain’t every day this happens.”

     “You can say that again,” Gabriel replied, still glancing around. He was half waiting on Uriel and Michael to burst from somewhere and reveal this was all an elaborate prank. So far, no luck. “Am- Are you real?”

     “Mhm.” Gabriel tentatively poked the other Gabriel’s leg, recoiling when his fingers didn’t slip through. “Am I hard enough for you, bucko?” he said with a wink.

     Gabriel flushed, feeling the heat clawing up his neck. “Wh- What? Are you- Are you propositioning me?”

     Gabriel laughed, his grin growing wide. “Oh man, this is gonna be fun.”

     Gabriel would've been grateful for Raphael’s ridiculous artwork, or Michael’s idiotic tendencies instead of this.

     “Oh Father, have mercy.”