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@trickheaven: "I think Aristotle said that."

The Terminator stares at him, expression blank but clearly processing. Whatever Gabriel said doesn't match any known quote attributed to Aristotle. He pulls from his internal database, cross-referencing texts on his extensive database. No matches.

The silence stretches until he finally declares:

"That is incorrect. Aristotle did not say that. I have access to his complete works, preserved in the original Greek and five translations."

With a second's pause, he finishes his assessment.

"You are either mistaken, lying, or testing me."

The Terminator doesn't step forward, but his posture shifts, subtle but prepared.

"Which is it?"

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This case seemed perfect for Sam, or at least Dean thought as much: as soon as the words "The Return of Jesus" appeared in the local newspaper headlines of Jerusalem, New York, the brothers hit the road and drove past three states between their temporary home to the (ironic) land where the "son of god" was reborn anew, performing miracles for the townsfolk.

On the ride, Sam contemplated the situation and the mixed feelings it provoked. If it were true, he would be curious, excited, and scared all at once—If not, which was far more likely, Sam would be angry, for the lord's name was being used for fame once again, like many times before.

Upon entering the town, the brothers decide to make a first stop near the lake to stretch their legs and look into the spot where Sam had found out "Jesus" had walked on water. The place is desolate, save for a couple of fishermen and religious fanatics who want to tour those shores. A fisherman, in particular, catches Sam's attention, seemingly going over said events with an older woman sporting a walker that's digging into the ground.

The brothers are a little late to hear the whole story, but they approach the man as soon as he finishes.

"Excuse me, sir.."

Sam starts, with Dean by his side.

"Would you mind telling us the story you were telling the ma'am? We heard about it on the drive here…"

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Sam doesn't answer immediately. His legs are up on the couch, curled beneath him, and some old theological commentary is open in his lap—probably the third book he's tried to read in the last hour without success. His eyes are fixed on the page, but his thumb remains motionless between the same two lines.

For a second, Sam debates pretending he didn't hear the question, but that's precisely the problem: He always hears him.

With a slow breath, he carefully closes the book, placing it on the armrest beside him as if it were made of glass (it is ancient, courtesy of his beau). Leaning back against the cushions, he tilts his head to see Gabriel with his ridiculous tower of gooey s'mores, now reduced to a war crime inside his mouth. Sam watches him momentarily, lips twitching as he's caught between exasperation and something much softer.

"I didn't do anything! I just… meant it."

Soon after that, his gaze drops, and he discovers a marshmallow stuck to Gabriel's sock somehow. It makes him smile slightly, cutting through some of his nervousness.

"What can I say? I'm a romantic. Plus, you gave me ten minutes of peace. That's practically a proposal in your language."

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SEND 💋 TO GIVE MY MUSE A VALENTINE'S KISS

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Any occasion seems like a good one for some sloppy making out, or at least that's what Gabe seems to think. Along with the customary flowers and chocolates for the day's celebrations, he gave Sam a kiss that left him breathless.

And maybe it's because he's used to it, but that kiss is his favorite gift out of the three.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you, too."

Sam speaks with plump lips and a crooked smile, wiping away some saliva from the hairs under his bottom lip. This is just the first of many kisses, he supposes.

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"And what does that sound like?"

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"Babe, honey," Gabriel says to get Sam's attention, but the fucker keeps his eyes glued to whatever boring book he's currently reading. "Darling, sweetie-pie," Gabriel adds, sitting next to the hunter to get all into his personal space. Joke's on Sam, though, if he thinks that Gabriel will run out of pet names and then leave him alone because Gabriel knows all 7,139 languages of the world, and that's only the official ones. "Mon chou, ma puce. Palatino. Mi corazón. Bichito." He likes that one because it sounds a little like bitch. "Schnuckiputzi. Zuckerpüppchen." When Sam's eyes finally flicker to him, Gabriel gives him the most brilliant smile. "I'm bored. Do you wanna have sex?"

Sam should have started a timer the moment he sat down on the couch with a book he had been eagerly waiting to read, because it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before Gabriel strutted into the room, trying to capture his attention.

He often thinks of Gabriel as a wild animal: they will leave him alone if he plays dead. In his case, this means ignoring Gabriel, hoping he will get bored and go on his merry way, allowing Sam a moment of peace—until the archangel tries again, that is.

So that's exactly what Sam does—not because he doesn't want Gabriel around, but because he was looking forward to this alone time, a concept he's not entirely sure his partner understands. At first, it works, and Sam manages to read a couple of pages, but as the playful nicknames pile up and become more curious each time, he realizes he isn't really reading; he's just staring at the page. That's when he acknowledges defeat, closing the book without a bookmark and turning his gaze toward Gabriel.

"You really don't know when to stop, do you?"

Instead of explaining himself (besides stating the obvious, which Sam has already figured out), Gabriel makes him an offer he can't refuse. Sam curses himself for wanting to agree almost immediately; it reminds him that Gabriel truly has him wrapped around his finger, despite the fact that he often insists otherwise.

"… Wait, you mean, like, right now?"

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How about pulling it

GABRIEL??????

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Gabe says he doubts Termy knows how to USE what he's been given

"I possess extensive records on human sexual behavior across multiple cultures and eras, including anatomical techniques, performance variables, and psychological nuances."