#sevriel

A/N: SEVRIEL how interesting…

1.who tickles who more?

gabriel tickles the most, for sure, then sam, then kevin

2. what’s usually the main reason for tickles?

usually pranks or lessons or no reason at all from gabriels end, sometimes flirting or kink purposes, sometimes revenge, sometimes just for fun

3. has anyone ever been bruised or injured from a tickle fight?

sam is a giant pile of flailing limbs who will thwack you if you dare tickle him, usually kevin is the one who might end up hurt but gabe heals him

4. how often do they tickle each other?

thnaks to gabriel all the time

5. who is more likely to tear up whilst being tickled?

kevin kevelyn kevvy kevstar kevsky kevinson the third, most ticklish boy on this earth

6. who can stand being tickled longer?

kevin can take it the longest from sheer practice, sam is pretty good about it too especially because of growing up with dean. gabe is a little bitch and cant stand it long

7. who’s more sensitive to soft or hard tickles?

soft tickles - kevin and sam and gabe

By Prodigal!Anon

A/N: *excited screeching* itissodamnadorableandfluffyand-ACK *dies*

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The first time Gabriel sees Sevin cuddling in their sleep, on the couch in an otherwise empty area of the bunker, their relationship is so new and so fragile that he just takes pictures and waits until they wake up before he grins broadly at them, delighting in their embarrassed expressions.  He teases them lightly, mostly congratulating himself on making such a bee-yoo-tiful thing happen.

The photos are actually beautiful.  They’d been sitting somewhat upright on the couch, slumped against each other, each turning slightly in towards the other.  Sam’s arm had been around Kevin’s waist, large fingers spread over his hips, while Kevin had one hand crossed over to cling lightly to Sam’s plaid flannel shirt.  The peace on their normally troubled faces is moving.  So Gabriel sends the photos to both of them, thinking they’d like to see.

The second time, they look far less delicate and lovely in their positioning – Sam’s upright on the couch again, head thrown back, legs spread apart, while Kevin has unfortunately fallen asleep face in Sam’s lap and at some point rolled over to be more or less face-down. 

This is obviously too much for anyone to not tease about, so Gabriel feels free to take some pictures to send to the “Bunker Gang Group Chat” and he wakes them up by squealing obnoxiously about how his eyes have to be sanitized now, is there no decency left on earth, and in a common room in the bunker?! What if the children saw??

The third time, they’re in Sam’s room.  They generally do their cuddling in there – Sam’s theory being that if it all goes bad and Sam ruins everything, as he assumes he will, then the sanctuary of Kevin’s room will still be untainted by memories of Sam’s presence.  Gabriel thinks the precaution is eye-rollingly Sam-like.

Sam’s lying on his back, with one of his huge hands resting on top of Kevin’s head, which is lolled on Sam’s broad chest.  Gabriel remains invisible and reaches out with his grace to lightly tickle their feet, smirking as he does so.  Kevin sleeps through it, which isn’t actually that surprising.  He’s slept through cannons firing off in his room before.  But at least his dreams take an amusing turn.  Sam, though, jerks awake, blinking away sleep and looking around in alert confusion.  Hunter’s reflexes. Kevin stirs slightly at the jostling.

Gabriel silently vanishes, feeling a faint twinge of guilt for disturbing them.

So the next times, he just watches.  He watches the way Kevin hooks a leg around Sam as they lay stretched out and intertwined on the couch.  The way Sam’s body cover’s Kevin’s entirely on the infrequent times when he falls asleep on top of the smaller man.  The way the fingers of Sam’s hand twitch in his sleep as Kevin’s breath huffs against his neck.  The way they curl up together in the backseat of the Impala on a hunt.  If he’s there when they’re falling asleep, he watches the way the one who falls asleep last trains his eyes on the other, drinking in the features of the guy he loves.  Taking in strength from their mere presence.

He considers both of them to be pet projects of his.  He’s helped them along the way, sometimes in ways they still don’t realize.  He’s had a hand in driving them to the edge and bringing them back several times over.  He pushes them, in a controlled way, to help them accept and learn to deal with the shit in their lives.  Sometimes they throw it defiantly back in his face and it’s actually taught him things about humanity that he apparently still didn’t know after all these millennia.  So, he’s happy to see that they’re coming along, doing okay.

Gabriel watches but doesn’t interfere – except, on occasion, to adjust their dreams.  No Luci in Sam’s brain.  No Crowley in Kevin’s.  Nothing but puppies and nerd TV shows and tickle fights in their dreams.

It’s a couple of months after that first time when he feels/hears the tug in his awareness that indicates a direct prayer to him – it’s Sam.

The room is lit only by the light of the TV, which is showing a bunch of commercials.  Gabriel checks the time – yup, Mythbusters just ended.

Sam waves lazily at him from the couch, where he lies, supine, with Kevin sprawled on top of him, loosely covered with a Star Wars blanket.  When Sam speaks, he doesn’t make particular effort to lower his voice – Kevin’s dead to the world.

“Hey, Gabriel.  Just wanted to know if you’d turn off the TV for us – remote’s way over there.”  He gestures; the remote is inconveniently located a few feet out of even his long reach.

Gabriel hardly has time to raise an eyebrow at the hunter before Sam smiles.

“And then join us after, if you want.”

An invite.  A welcome.  Sevin expands to Sevriel.  But…

“Does Kevvy feel like he can handle a three-way?  What’s he gonna do tomorrow if he wakes up and my–”

“He brought it up, actually,” Sam interrupts, before Gabriel can finish the lewd thing he was about to say.   “Before he fell asleep.”

Gabriel considers it for a minute.  It’s been a long time since he’s slept with one of his pets.  Things tend to get messy, and humans can NEVER turn off their feelz for these sorts of things.

But, well.  If these two shattered souls can find it in them to take the risk… Gabriel’s done being the coward. 

He snaps his fingers.  The TV shuts off, and he’s suddenly in with them, tucked under Sam’s arm, legs wrapped around Kevin’s.  The prophet doesn’t stir, natch.

“I ought to have left it on, on general principal,” Gabriel says, positioning his hands so that he can feel both their heartbeats and manipulate their dreams as necessary.  “But then I’d have to listen to Samantha’s late-night heart-to-heart prayers.”