you should write sabriel cuddling and gabriel braiding sam's hair <3
Let Me Care About You
Rating: Teen (mild gore, cussing)
Word count: 2188
Content warnings: Canon-typical references to violence and injury
Summary: Sam was badly injured on a hunt, and Gabriel is worried about him, though he doesn't want to show it for fear of being too vulnerable and pushing Sam away. Sam doesn't mind the attention.
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44140506
Gabriel stared at the rickety old bed Sam was laid out on in the infirmary, eyebrows furrowed, an uncomfortable feeling in his chest that he couldn’t quite figure out.
It felt… Restricting, his feet wanted to move, but he didn’t; he would rather not get any closer than he had to, because Sam was just… No, no, no, absolutely not; Sam Winchester was, well, Sam Winchester, which meant he was off-limits.
But why, he asked himself, just because he was supposed to be Lucifer’s vessel? Well, Lucifer was dead now, so it wasn’t like he had any use for a corporeal body, and the thought of Sam being in that role made Gabriel’s skin crawl. He loved his brother dearly, but he would wish him upon absolutely no one except maybe Asmodeus; he would be getting popcorn for watching an interaction between those two. (As long as he was as far away from them as possible, of course.)
His hands gripped the railing near the stairs hard enough for his vessel’s knuckles to pale and whiten entirely; the metal creaked under the force of his celestial strength and discomfort.
Gabriel just wanted to sit with him.
Would that be so bad?
Of course, it would be because if he allowed himself to latch himself to Sam, to stand next to him all the time like he wanted, to hold him, to… Well, he would be royally fucked. Sam wouldn’t want him, Sam would call him weird, he would avoid Gabriel like the plague, and then their relationship would be ruined like every other good thing the archangel ever had in his life.
It just wasn’t worth it, he decided, and let go of the railing to retreat out of the infirmary quietly.
“Gabriel?”
Don’t turn back. Don’t even look at him. Pretend you didn’t hear him.
“Hey, wait.”
Fuck.
Gabriel slowly turned on his heel, putting on his best show business face. “Good morning, Samshine! Feeling any better?”
Sam blinked, seeming to be very slowly registering that question. “I don’t know. I got knocked out pretty fast before the rest of it. My leg burns like hell, but I guess it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever felt.”
“I hate to break it to you, but Dean administered a pretty heavy dose of morphine. I don’t think you want to see your leg right now.”
“Oh. I guess that’s why my head is fuzzy. Is it really that bad?”
“Yes, Sam, it’s that bad; that hellhound basically put you in a blender. You’re lucky it doesn’t have to be amputated, you know.”
“...Wait,” Sam muttered, and Gabriel could feel his wings bristle. He really hoped Sam didn’t remember that- “That hellhound… Gabriel, my leg was gone.” -Dammit.
“Yes, and now it’s back; stranger things have happened.”
“Did someone reattach it?” Sam asked, sounding almost… Scared.
“Uh… Yep, that would have been me.” Gabriel replied, unable to look directly at the hunter. “...Didn’t have enough grace to fully fix it, but… Hey, a gory leg is better than no leg at all.”
“Gabriel, you don’t have to talk to me from all the way over there, you know.”
“I’m fine where I am.”
“C’mere.”
“...Okay, princess.” Gabriel retorted, but did as he was asked, making his way down the steps, stopping about two feet from the bed.
Sam looked like shit. He was pale, his eyes were partially unfocused, his hair was a mess, and the bags under his eyes were far deeper and more pronounced than usual. It made Gabriel feel guilty that he couldn’t fully heal the hunter; he felt weak, like he had failed the man who had saved him.
How could he ever repay Sam for his hospitality after being rescued from hell like this? With no grace, and an inability to properly sort through his own feelings, he deserved far better than Gabriel-
His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet “thank you, Gabriel.”
It broke him.
Tears stung the archangel’s eyes, threatening to fall against his will and humiliate him.
Even in his semi-delirious state, Sam could tell Gabriel was about to cry. “Gabe? Hey, what’s wrong?”
Gabriel took in a deep breath, letting it out with a shaking voice. “...I thought you were going to die.”
It hit Sam at that moment that Gabriel had been afraid, and he still was, over a measly human like him. “You…” Slowly, Sam extended his hand out to the angel. “Come sit down.”
“Where?”
“On the bed.”
It wasn’t like he never lied, but he would be a liar if he said he didn’t just want to wrap Sam up in his arms and hold him like he was the most precious thing in the world because, to Gabriel, he was.
So he sat down, since it would be as close as he was going to get. Still, he was only perched on the end, one leg still on the ground, the other balanced by his heel on the metal frame, up against his chest. He was 50/50 on whether he should get back up or stay, and it showed.
“Talk to me, Gabe.” Sam requested, focusing on his friend as much as he could with how exhausted he was.
“Talk to you? What do you want me to say? I’m not going to say what I just told you a second time; it’s embarrassing, you know.”
“I’m the only person here. You don’t have to hide that sort of thing from me.”
“Of course, I have to hide it from you!” Gabriel snapped, refusing to meet Sam’s tired eyes. “I respect you too much to be throwing my stupid emotions at your feet for you to pick up!”
“You’re not ‘throwing your emotions at my feet,’ Gabriel, I’m asking for them.”
He paused, not having expected that response. “...Then you’re missing a pretty vital organ in your skull.”
“Are you calling me stupid?” Sam asked, laughing softly.
“No! Yes… Maybe. Not stupid like intellectually, but stupid like… Stubborn. You already patched me up after… After Asmodeus, and I haven’t even paid you back yet, I don’t want to give you more crap. I don’t want to keep owing you.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“You’re such a liar!”
“I don’t want anything from you, Gabe. I want you to be comfortable, I want you to feel safe here, you have no obligations except, I dunno, not breaking stuff.”
“Already screwed that one up several times,” Gabriel muttered.
“So you’re the one who broke the mug?”
“Maybe… But I’ll replace it. I should go replace it. I’m gonna go replace it now.” He said hurriedly, placing his other leg down to leave.
Then he felt something around his wrist, a hand, Sam’s hand. It was warm and strong; they were still those same hands that cut the wire from his mouth, that carried him back to his room those nights, that pulled his stubborn ass out of Apocalypse World. They were strong and calloused but still gentle, and it made him freeze in his tracks.
“It’s just a mug,” Sam assured. “It was cheap and ceramic, and we’ve had it for years. It already had a crack in it. Please, Gabriel, stop trying to run from me; I care about you.”
There was a long period of silence, the archangel fixated on looking anywhere but the hunter, until his other hand came up to gently guide his face back to him.
Gabriel let him do so, though if it had been anyone else, they would be dead. Tears were streaming down his face; he just couldn’t get them to stop. He hated it.
“That night when I said I needed you, I meant it. I still do; I wasn’t just saying that to get you out of your trance.”
“Maybe you need me, but you don’t want me, Sam. I’m too much.”
Sam’s hands moved from Gabriel’s cheek and wrist to his back, pulling him into a hug. “I know ‘too much’ when I see it, and it’s not you. If it were, I wouldn’t have been taking care of you after you escaped.”
Gabriel let out a sob against the hunter’s chest, slowly allowing himself to return the embrace. “You’re making it so hard not to get attached to you, you know,” He all but whimpered. There was so much pain in his voice.
“Just take it easy, man; not everything has to be such a fight. Let me care about you.”
For once in his life, Gabriel couldn’t think of what to say, so he just stayed quiet and listened to Sam’s heartbeat. A heartbeat he was so damn grateful he could still hear.
Neither of them let go of the other, taking comfort in the warmth and the silence around them.
After a while, Sam felt heavier, and his grip loosened, leading Gabriel to deduce he had fallen asleep.
As careful as possible so as not to wake him, he laid the hunter back down and pulled up the blanket.
Hesitantly, he brushed a few loose strands of hair from Sam’s face, a barely-there smile on his lips. Even when he was injured and exhausted, he was absolutely gorgeous; there was just no denying that.
Sam then mumbled something incoherent before tugging Gabriel down by the collar of his jacket and wrapping his arm around him.
“What did you say?” Gabriel chuckled.
“I said lay down…”
That was it. He was smitten, and there was no going back now.
-
Over the course of the next few days, Gabriel continued to visit Sam, getting more and more accustomed to expressing himself freely around him until, eventually, he was the one asking for cuddles.
Right now, he was tucked into Sam’s side, watching the hunter quietly with sparkling eyes, pupils dilated.
“What are you looking at?”
“You.”
“Why?”
Gabriel blinked, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t reveal how he was feeling. “...Because…. You… Um… You have something on your face.”
Sam frowned, patting his skin to try and figure out what the archangel was referring to. “I do? Where?”
“...It’s gone now! You got it!” Gabriel said hurriedly, averting his gaze so as not to incriminate himself.
Sam wasn’t buying it. “There wasn’t anything on my face. What were you looking at?”
“...You…” The archangel muttered, not loud enough for even himself to hear correctly, and Sam made a face.
“I can’t hear you.”
“...You! I was looking at you.” He huffed, still avoiding looking at the hunter but now hiding his face against the flannel of his companion’s shirt.
Sam’s face prickled with rosy heat; Gabriel was looking at him, just because? “For what?”
“What, I can’t look at you now?” Came the angel’s stubborn retort.
“You’re allowed to look at me. I’m just curious.”
Instead of responding, Gabriel just reached up and started messing with Sam’s hair, refusing to elaborate as to what he was doing no matter how many times he was asked. The hunter eventually just accepted it and closed his eyes, not minding the feeling of the angel’s hands in his hair. It was nice.
Gabriel worked tirelessly, fingers twisting around strands and looping sections around each other, even starting over a few times. He was hyperfocused, and ended up sitting several different ways, first in Sam’s arms, then behind him, then next to him, then on his lap, then back behind him again.
The clock ticked away, and the hunter found himself dozing off now and again, though Gabriel moving around and pulling on his hair would wake him.
After what felt like an eternity, he spoke. “Done!”
Sam reached up to feel his hair, curious about it. “What did you do to it?”
“Viking braids. Shield Maiden braids, to be specific.”
Sam grabbed his phone from the table next to the bed and opened the camera, immediately smiling when he saw just what Gabriel had done with his hair.
It had been braided in sections, two smaller braids on each side stretching all the way back, with a larger braid on top and some hair left to flow freely underneath. “No one’s ever done my hair before… This is really cool, actually. Where did you learn to do this?”
“Hello, I was a Norse god for centuries? It wasn’t just for fun, and I picked up lots of traditions along the way to blend in better.”
Sam looked up at him, smiling, and Gabriel rested his chin on Sam’s head. “What?”
“What else do you know?”
“About Norse culture? Everything. I know things that aren’t even in any books. I know songs, hairstyles, recipes, building techniques, magic, people, slang; you name it.”
“...Do you miss Norway?”
“Of course I do… It was my home, but I can’t go back now; I killed Loki, and I’m sure all of his other family members and more hardcore worshippers are gonna be after me.”
Sam reached up, brushing Gabriel’s hair out of his face, and the archangel leaned into the touch like a cat. “Maybe you can teach me about it all someday.”
ooooh okay this is fun, thank you!! and thank you to @herefortears for tagging me in this as well <3 luv u zlee
Three ships: wincest, roceit, drarry
First ever ship: bakukami I think?? but I honestly don't know I'm very bad at remembering these things...
Last song: had to check but it was Be My Eyes, ptx <3
Last movie: Uhhhhh. Megamind, I think
Currently reading: The Once and Future King, and also this really really cool book about the sheep and wool industry in the US! It was published in the 1900s iirc so it's a pretty old book but it's sooooo coool, it's got so much information on the intricacies of sheep farming in colonial and pre-industrial revolution american sheep farming - and sheep breeds, and illnesses, and etc.
Currently consuming: Uhh. Spn . heh
currently craving: I really want fudge :( or meringe cookies :(
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I am so sorry I haven't been very active lately but school and theater have kept me very busy. I am still writing my fics they just haven't been published yet!
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the oral history project from act up
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actually the most absolutely unbelieveable cannot comprehend that they did that destiel moment is when cas looks up at dean in the fight scene from the prisoner with blood dripping from his mouth and says stop, echoing colette's plea to cain and americana, a song typically associated with dean's softer, more vulnerable moments starts playing as he goes on to commit horrific violence against the person the text just implied to be his lover. this scene is from a ghost hunting show on the cw television network.
Cas is here, in Dean’s arms, warm and real and alive.
Dean doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what to do so he just holds on, squeezing Cas tighter and tighter as they both sink to the cold floor of the bunker's dungeon.
The last time Dean was here, he was alone. He was alone and he didn’t think he'd ever stand up again.
He doesn't think he'll stand up again now, too, because standing up means letting go of Cas, and Dean is never letting go of Cas again.
"Dean," Cas says, voice strained due to Dean's vice grip, "It's okay. "
Dean buries his face into Cas’s collar, the trench coat material rasping against his stubble and breathes in Cas: lightning, ozone, sunshine.
Home.
Dean inhales, body shaking, cheeks wet with the tears sliding down them, and, for the first time in a long time, he truly believes he's going to be okay.
Cas is here. Cas is here.
Cas is here, in Dean’s arms, warm and real and alive.
Dean knows exactly what to do.
He pulls back, takes Cas's face between his palms, and whispers, "I love you, too."
And kisses him.
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