Writings hard! But anyways, heres a random quick sabriel thing.
Sam was getting a present for Dean for his birthday from the outside mall. It didnât have to be too expensive or anything; Castiel would take care of that.
He stopped in front of a large, fancy store. Ann Taylor, it said. He wondered what it sold. Going inside, he saw a lot of clothes. Designer, petite, a lot of things he didnât understand. Turning around, he left again.
Claireâs, the next sign read. Sam knew what was in Claireâs, but he went in anyways. He stopped in front of the jewelry section. Would Dean want his ears pierced, or a necklace?
He wandered over to some mood rings. Sam sighed. Dean didnât want anything from this store.
When he left, he wandered about the wall, watching the little kids play in the little playground that was reserved for kids, staring into store windows, smelling the nacho cheese from the pretzel stands.
Sam found that he was now in front of a jewelry store. He looked at the rings. They were, in fact, quite beautiful. There were a couple that Sam liked- a ring with a sturdy silver band, with an opal on top; a ring with a metal band shaped like a rope, with a small black jewel; and a golden banded ring with four diamonds in a circle.
Sam knew Dean wouldnât want a ring, either, that was for Castiel to get him. But then he felt a strange feeling-Â âSomebodyâs watching me,â he murmured quietly. Slowly pivoting, Sam scanned the small square the jewelry store was in.
A man sitting on the bench with a magazine, a lady walking by with two kids, Gabriel, a teenage couple- wait, Gabriel?
Gabriel smiled and walked over.
âHey there, Sam,â he said.
âAre you Loki or Gabriel?â asked Sam suspiciously.
âOh, donât worry,â said the Gabriel/ Trickster. âIâm Gabriel. Why are you looking at the rings?â
âI was looking for something for Deanâs birthday,â said Sam, still suspicious.
âOh, donât worry about his birthday,â said Gabriel, pulling a large, wrapped box out of his shopping bag.
âWhatâs in it? A bomb?â asked Sam.
âOh no, a couple dozen pies,â answered Gabe.
ââKay,â said Sam nervously, grabbing the box.
âNow, which of those rings do you like the best?â said Gabe.
âWhat?â asked Sam, flabbergasted.
âWhich ring?â asked Gabriel again. âI think youâd look best with the ring with the golden band and the four diamonds.â
âUm-er-well-so do I,â finished Sam lamely.
âAlright,â said Gabriel, pulling out a wad of cash and walking into the store.
Bemused, Sam watched after him. Gabriel walked up to the counter. Gesturing with his hands, he moved his mouth. After a minute, he counted out his money and handed it to the woman at the counter. She handed him two rings and a box. The rings matched.
When Gabriel walked out, he was wearing one of the rings. The other was in a box.
âCome here, Sam,â he said giddily. Sam followed him to a small area with just a few people around.
Gabe got out the box. Without asking, he put the other ring on Samâs finger.
âNow you donât get a birthday present from me next year,â he teased.