#spooky-random-mops

So that is how Sam gets to sporting Mount Everest under his hair and glaring at Gabriel as he holds an ice-pack to his head. At least Gabriel has the good grace, ha, to wince. 

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt. What were you doing with your head under a rocking chair? You know what kinda yahoos pop out of nowhere."

Activate Bitchface #04. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. What are you here for?" Sam carefully readjusts the icepack.

"I just wanted to see what my favorite alces is up to!" Gabriel smiles. He sits annoyingly in the chair, rocking it back and forth effortlessly. 

Sam rolls his eyes. Angels. "Wow, generalizing now, huh?"

"Eh, 'moose' is a little too mainstream now, isn't it?"

"Why does everyone—never mind." Sam shakes his head, and adjusts the icepack one more time.

Gabriel gives him an assessing look, popping a tootsie roll into his mouth. "So where are the Fallen and Righteous ones?" he asks around the chocolate. 

Leaning back against a dresser, Sam shrugs. "Dunno, don't care. I'll worry when Dean's not back in time for the Star Trek marathon."

For a few seconds, Gabriel is silent, like he's trying to make some kind of connection between bananas and how they contributed to the rise of the Persian empire, but then his face contorts into something a little disgusted and possibly scarred. Sam's got his mouth open, ready to ask, but Gabriel shoots a hand up.

"Unless you never want to look at your brother the same way, don't ask."

Sam doesn't ask.

"How's the melon?" Gabriel says instead. "Got you pretty hard, huh?"

And finally, there it is. An apologetic look from Gabriel, and he stands up to step over to Sam only to stop, stare, and then fix him with an annoyed glare. Sam's eyes widen just a bit, because honestly? He really didn't do anything to deserve that glare.

"Yes you did!" Gabe fumes. Right, right, angels could read minds. "If you weren't trying to give Yao Ming a run for his money, this would be so much easier! Get over here."

Gabriel grabs Sam by his rolled-up shirt sleeve, and drags him back to the rocking chair. He steps up onto it, steadies Sam before him, and grinning he bends down just enough to leave a kiss on Sam's head, right where the chair had hit him. Sam probably shouldn't be as surprised as he is that the pain starts to dull down, and that when he reaches up to touch it, there's no bump. He can't stop his grin at Gabriel – Gabriel who's standing all smug on top of the chair and looking far more proud with himself than he probably should be, just for kissing a 'boo boo' away.

"Thanks," he says. "You can get down, now. Your Napoleon Complex is showing."

"Napoleon wasn't that short! He was only 3 centimeters shorter than this vessel!"

Sam raises an eyebrow, and hides his smile as he turns away to get rid of the icepack.