sometimes i remember that sam and rowena never actually fucked in canon and like ykw. they shouldve. ik it wouldn't have helped and maybe actually made things worse considering sam was prophesied to be her true killer n all that but they still deserved to fuck nasty with crazy magic sex ok. mayb even invite gabe ik he wouldve been down for that. let sam have smth nice for once mayb his dick wont kill his gfs if theyre immortal
I know Sam/Rowena/Gabriel is very sexy but I really just love the concept of Sam holding those guys hostage until they talk about their feelings and having book club where they read things productive to their healing journeys and I want them to have a group chat they can message in crisis and what I really want most is just for Sam’s relationships platonic and romantic to just be given as much care and thought as Dean’s are given :( I just really want Sam to have friends first and foremost
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Created for: @spnrareshipbingo
Square Filled: Schmoop
Ship: Gabriel/Rowena
Rating: Teen
Tags: Schmoop, Canon Divergence, Cuddling, Gabriel’s a little obsessed with Rowena’s hair, and just smitten in general, she adores him too
Summary: Just a bunch of cuddling and softness for two characters who deserved/needed more of it
Word Count: 630
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Gabriel hummed and ran his fingers through Rowena’s hair where it was sprawled around her head on the pillow. Even in the darkness, his eyes could perceive it’s shade, and he couldn’t help but stare at it from where he lay curled behind her, propped up on one elbow, watching her as the night passed outside.
Gabriel’s eyes had seen every color in existence - and there were so many that human eyes couldn’t perceive. He’d seen infrareds and ultraviolets and there was a color that vibrated at about 10^11 hertz that Gabriel had always been particularly fond of.
None of these colors could hold a candle to the red currently running through his fingers. This was Gabriel’s not-so-new favorite color.
“Gabriel…” Rowena’s voice trilled through the silence. “Dearest, are you possessing some kind of aversion to letting me sleep?”
Gabriel chuckled and nuzzled into her hair, tightening an arm around her. “It’s overrated.”
Rowena sighed. “For an almighty archangel perhaps,” she glanced over her shoulder at him, “but for a lady of my exquisite maturity, it is not. When you're over three hundred years old, beauty sleep isn’t an option, love.”
Gabriel huffed. “I’m way older than you.”
“Then act it, please. One would think I share my bed with a child.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“It is still last night.”
“Oh yeah?” He grinned wolfishly. “Well, sounds like we have time for another round then.”
She snorted. “I’m afraid you may be a bit overestimating both your abilities and your charm in comparison to those of this rather alluring pillow.”
Gabriel gasped. He propped up on an elbow and placed a hand on his chest. “You wound me!” he said dramatically.
“Aye, and you annoy me,” she shifted to look up at him, a playful (if somewhat exasperated) smirk painting her features, “but here we are.”
Gabriel smiled down at her. He lightly traced his fingers down her hairline before resting his hand gently on the side of her face. “Here we are,” he whispered. His thumb brushed over her cheekbone, then down over her bottom lip. “I’m the luckiest.”
“Hmm.” She pulled him down for a soft kiss. “You’re lucky, are you?”
“The most. Not sure I can say the same for you though. You ended up with kind of a loser.”
She scowled and booped his nose. “I’ll not have you insulting my taste in such a way.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I ended up just fine, I like to think. Luck, however, had nothing to do with it. Everything I have, I scraped and clawed and fought for.” She gently gripped his chin as she met his eyes. “Including you.”
Her hand moved to the side of her face, and he turned to kiss her palm, closing his eyes and sighing into the touch. “I feel more like I tumbled and wandered blindly for eons before - finally - accidentally stumbling into the light,” he whispered to her palm.
“Well, no one gets it right the first time I suppose.” Her voice was soft. “I do seem to remember running after my fair share of bad ends once upon a time.”
Gabriel opened his eyes and gazed down at her. “No one gets it right the first time,” he repeated back to her with a soft chuckle. He bent down one more time to brush his lips over hers before cuddling back behind her, hugging her close. “Go back to sleep. I’ll watch over you.”
“Oh my, how chivalrous,” she teased.
“You know it.”
“Hmm,” she hummed happily as she traced her fingers over his arm, her breathing already beginning to even back out.
“The luckiest,” he whispered contentedly, pressing a kiss to the back of her head as she fell asleep.
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