#gentle moose

[tricksterxangel]

@gentle-moose

On December 30th, Gabriel managed to surprise Sam & the girls with a little New Year’s Eve trip. A two bedroom suite in the heart of San Francisco, floor to ceiling windows that faced the bay. Tickets for a special food event in Chinatown where you went from restaurant to restaurant, sampling as you went. Then dinner that night, it wasn’t black tie, but it was fancy enough that the girls were excited. Afterward they would get dessert & watch the fireworks from the rooftop of their hotel.

He made sure Libby had a new knit hat with a sparkly pom pom that matched her new purple unicorn coat. And mittens & a scarf too, as did Mira. It could get chilly down by the bay. He wanted his girls to enjoy themselves & to do that, they needed to be cosy.

They checked into the hotel early, around 10am, & they were able to take their overnight bags to their suite. Gabriel had a garment bag with a pair of dress pants & a dress shirt & sport coat. The girls had sparkly dresses for dinner. Once everything was hung up, the girls were bundled up, they headed out.

Sam held Mira’s hand, Gabriel held Libby’s & they walked all over. They explored every bit of Chinatown, all the bright colors & different foods. Mira was a bit more brave then Libby about trying things, but Libby tried almost everything.

They decided to take the cable car to Fisherman’s Wharf. The girls always enjoyed it, as did Gabriel. The cable car was predictably crowded as it was New Year’s Eve. It gave him the perfect opportunity to finally press fully up against Sam’s side, ostensibly to allow someone off the car. In reality it was so he could let Sam feel the cage he was wearing. He was still holding Libby’s hand, because he wasn’t going to let himself forget his first priority for the moment. But he allowed himself to glance up at Sam from under his eyelashes to gauge his reaction.

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Ancient Legends & Lore - Stanford - Pre-Show

@gentle-moose

What on earth had ever made him think being a Professor was a good idea? Gabriel Shirley was walking back & forth in front of his class, eating ‘trail mix’ (M&Ms) & droning on about Dryads.

“Drys signifies ‘oak’ in Greek, and dryads are specifically the nymphs of oak trees, but the term has come to be used for all tree nymphs in general.”

Some of the class dutifully typed away at their notes, he knew which ones were writing notes & which ones were on the Internet goofing off. There were a couple of students actually handwriting their notes, they had ostentatious leather-bound journal-type notebooks they were using. As if that signified how ‘serious’ they were about the class. Gabriel rolled his eyes & continued.

The thing on earth that possessed him to teach was in the back row of his classroom. One Samuel William Winchester. He sat where it was always the darkest, (Gabriel liked to keep the lighting theatrically low). Not only did he have a laptop, but he also had a notebook. He typed things in his computer but also wrote at a furious pace. Gabriel got the distinct impression he was being fact-checked quite often.

Gabriel wouldn’t be surprised. He watched the emotions that played across Sam’s face during many of his lectures. Many of the students were eventually roused to ask questions, because werewolves were nothing like they were described in those books with the sparkly vampires. But Sam never asked questions. He would answer politely if Gabriel called on him, but it was quite obvious to Gabriel that he would rather not be spoken to.

A true Hunter. Wether Sam wanted to admit it or not, Gabriel knew a Hunter when he saw one. He had to, he had to know just how to stay two steps ahead of them & make them think he was a Trickster. Humanity had long given up on his kind, & he wasn’t about to come waltzing in now with the harp & halo routine.

But Sam Winchester. The boy with the beautiful sunflower eyes...he was something special. His Soul lit up the entire room, not that any of them could see it. But Gabriel could, & his interest in the boy kept him coming back, actually teaching. Because Sam knew. He didn’t know about him, but he knew, & he was interested, even if he worked hard to not show it.

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02/15/18

@gentle-moose

The Little Angel had given Sam an appropriate Valentine’s offering: a bouquet of flowers, Shasta & gerbera Daisy’s, tulips & snapdragons, a sunflower & black-eyed-Susan’s. There was the requisite heart-shaped box of vegan chocolates & a first edition book on pre-1900 Female serial killers (it was kind of a neiche subject). There were dinner reservations at the finest steakhouse, they made killer salads too.

Of course there was amazing sex, it was Valentine’s Day; he was Gabriel, duh.

The next morning Sam woke to the heat & humidity & sounds of a jungle, because he was definitely hearing a monkey screeching somewhere. He was in a mosquito-netted bed in a well-appointed little cabin. He could hear Gabriel singing a purposefully off-key rendition of ‘Love Me Like You Do’ from what sounded like a kitchen & the sounds of a knife slicing through something ripe.

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That adorable Gabriel/Moose fan art reminded me of this gem.

I will now be singing ‘Moose, Moose I like a Moose…’ for the rest of the night.

Tagging some folks…

You’re welcome.

[tricksterxangel]

@gentle-moose

He had been here so long, it felt like forever. Though he knew that wasn’t true. He had been somewhere else before. In the before there had been joyful sound. There had been gold, green, blue, hazel...he remembered the words, even if he couldn’t recall the colors themselves or what they even correlated to.

It was so silent that it was deafening. He tried to scream but he could make no sound. He had always made sound, oftentimes it was simply to be annoying. But now...now he was silent because when he tried to make noise, it was swallowed up by the velvet blackness.

He gave up. Just like he’d given up before. All those times before.

Suddenly there was searing, blinding pain & he gasped as he closed his eyes tightly. The light was blinding after the darkness. And the sounds! Just the grass rustling in the breeze was deafening. His hands clutched at his chest as he rolled up into a ball, waiting for the pain to stop. To wake up in the void once more. This wasn’t real. It never was.

He was well & truly dead, & all he ever heard anymore was the empty howling of his dead siblings & the endless screams of Demons as they continued their death throes.

‘HE IS FREE! CASTIEL IS FREE!’ The words ripped through his consciousness & tears ran down his face before he passed out.

When he finally came to, it was night. It was...cold...he hadn’t been cold in longer then he could remember. He knew what the sensation was supposed to feel like...but he hadn’t felt it. The ground was wet, seeping into the clothes he wore.

Shakily he got to his feet & started walking. It was the only thing he could think of to do. It seemed to be the only way to leave this place, & to try & warm up. He wrapped his arms around himself, his teeth chattering as he moved, his body stiff with cold & dissuse. When he came to a long expanse of pavement he just turned to his right & walked alongside it. Eventually he would find someone...then he could suss out the situation. Then perhaps he could find the Winchesters...they would know what the Hell was going on.

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@gentle-moose

Loki played hard with his children. The most gentle with little Justice, but he tussled with Tru, letting his little Son beat him in wrestling matches.

He would run back to Sam or Ellen for scritches as they talked quietly. Mira & Libby continued to draw & color.

After dinner, Libby shifted & she played with Loki, Tru & Justice. Mira secretly thought she did it to get out of helping with chores, but she didn’t mind. She helped Grandma Ellen clean up & then went to take a shower & get ready for bed.

She was both excited & a little nervous about going with Daddy & Papa to the Hospital tomorrow. She’d been to Hospitals before, but it was never to visit anyone as serious as this Mama Wolf. They were sneaking Daddy & Justice in, that was breaking a really big rule. But Dr. Pamela knew, because she was Pack. She brushed her teeth slowly as she thought.

Downstairs, Loki was laying on the sofa with his head on Ellen’s leg. Justice was curled against him, sleeping. He could hear Sam upstairs, helping Libby & Tru finish getting ready for bed. ‘Thank you.’ He looked up at Ellen, whining softly. He rarely tried to ‘talk’ to other Pack members, mostly because he wasn’t sure if they heard him, but in this instance, he tried.

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Team Free Love Headcanon

For @a-dick-with-wings & @deanwinchester-1979 / @gentle-moose

You guys know Cassie & Gabe each have their own ‘Nest Room’ in the Bunker. 😊 Any memeber is totally allowed in Gabe’s room, though, at first it might have been Cassie, then Sam, then Dean.

He’s excited to see Cassie making his own Nest Room.

[tricksterxangel]

Your character’s most private sexual fantasy?

“Several folks have asked me this one tonight. I could be a smart ass & say: ‘Sammy happy & rested.’ or ‘Sam suddenly hates salad.’ But, naahhhhh.”

The Little Angel shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe I’m just cliché, but I do love Sammy in Priest robes. Bonus points if I can suck him off in a Church. Mummmm…Forgive me Father for I have sinned…” He licks his lips.

He sighed. “Fine. Most private sexual fantasy; a scene involving Sam, Dean & Cassie. I want Sam & Cassie to push Dean & I to our limits…I want to teeter on the edge of having to use my safe word. I like being a good, (if sometimes naughty) little sub for Sam. But sometimes I want to be a naughty little Angel for Cassie…to ruffle his feathers. He needs his feathers ruffled from time to time. I want him to take me apart in front of of Sam & Dean, so they can both see how strong I am, & just how willing I am to bleed for them. Just like Cassie.”