Thank you nonnie! I’ve never written Sabriel before, so this was fun! Written for the prompt “Whateverit is, I didn’t do it.”
The bakeryon 42nd always smells amazing whenever Sam passes by with Jo. It’salways difficult to resist temptation when they’re working, but pastry runs arelimited to the mornings only, otherwise every cop within a five mile radiuswould be at “Little Slice of Heaven” more often than they really should, and morethan half of the Kansas City police force would fail their fitness testing.
It’s notthat the Kansas City police are particularly weak-willed in their resistance tosugary, baked goods. It’s just that everything that comes out of thisparticular bakery tastes absolutelyincredible.
But for SamWinchester, there’s another reason that he likes visiting the bakery. It’s thereason why he always volunteers to go on the morning pastry run, and the reasonwhy Jo gives him a sideways look and a “go get ‘em, tiger,” as he steps downfrom the police-issued SUV.
When Samwalks through the door, his arrival announced by the little electronic ‘bell’that wolf-whistles every time someone enters or exits, he finds the store’sowner already sliding trays of fresh donuts into the display racks. When hehears the wolf-whistle, the man looks up, and when he sees Sam, his constant littlehalf-smile becomes a wide, radiant grin.
“Whateverit is, I didn’t do it,” Gabriel protests, raising his hands in mock surrender.It’s the same every morning, and it never fails to make Sam smile, despite thenerves pooling in his stomach today.
“Surething, Gabe,” Sam teases, and Gabriel’s lips lift into a smirk. “I definitelyhope you’re clean, because I think a lot of people would be disappointed ifthis place had to close down.”
Gabrielwinks at Sam as he slides the glass door of the display case closed and leanshis elbows on the counter. “Trust me, Officer Winchester,” he says, his voiceplayful and sultry, “I can be a dirty boy.”
Sam nearlychokes on his tongue. Gabe merely grins as Sam splutters and turns pink andsearches for words, looking quite pleased with himself.
“I didn’tmean—You—I…” It takes Sam a few seconds to completely compose himself, and hescrubs a hand over his face, then pushes his fingers back through his longhair. Damn it, this is not going how he’d wanted it to.
“Aboutthat,” he begins – Gabe quirks an amused eyebrow, and Sam curses under hisbreath. “Not like that, Gabe, I –“ Why is this so difficult? He forces himselfto take a deep breath, unable to believe that he’s more nervous right now than he has been at work,dealing with criminals.
When helooks back down at Gabe, however, the man’s expression has softened a littlebit, his caramel-coloured gaze gentle and fixed on Sam. It gives him thecourage to say what he’s been wanting to say for a while now.
“Do youwant to get dinner with me? As a date?”
He’s definitelynot holding his breath as he awaitsGabriel’s answer, watching the man’s slow smile.
He’sdefinitely not expecting Gabe toreach across the counter and grab the front of his police vest, pulling himdown for a kiss in the middle of the bakery, in front of the few other patronswho have dropped in so early.
But he’sdefinitely not complaining.
The kiss isreasonably quick and relatively chaste – the only reason for that being thatGabriel would rather not drive away his customers with lewd displays ofaffection, Sam figures – and when they pull apart, Sam’s cheeks are warm and heknows he’s blushing. Gabriel, for his part, just grins, reaching for hisnotebook and scribbling his number onto the top piece of paper.
He winks atSam as he folds it in half and reaches over to tuck it into Sam’s breastpocket.
“I thoughtyou’d never ask.”
