Friday: Free For All

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Happy Friday everyone! I hope the week has treated you well, and the weekend is almost here. Which makes the Free For All perfect right? As usual, all fandoms, pairings, and prompts are welcome today.


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Invisibles, King Mob, releasing the sigil (well, it could be as dirty as you think)

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[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, melting ice cream and dripping chocolate sauce

[pyrebi.livejournal.com]

Not EXACTLY what you were thinking, I'll bet.

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"Castiel doesn't eat unless Dean makes him," Sam says.

"That's because Cassy's a traditionalist," Gabriel replies, slurping at the edge of his cake cone where melted ice cream has begun to pool. "Technically we're supposed to be able to subsist entirely on Heaven's inexhaustible Grace."

Sam thinks about this for a minute, watching screaming kids run by and the tilt-a-whirl finish a cycle. "What's that like?"

Gabriel shrugs. "It's okay. Like the way that having oatmeal for breakfast every day is okay. As long as you never have anything else, you think oatmeal's pretty great."

"But one day you found your way into some belgian waffles and never looked back?" Sam grins, stealing a glance at Gabriel out of the corner of his eye.

The archangel lathes his ice cream with his tongue and smirks. "Something like that." 

A few yards away a boy who had been trying to steal his sister's midway prize trips over a suddenly-appearing cable, faceplants into the dirt, and lets out a wail. Gabriel's expression of delight leaves Sam pretty certain that he was behind the fall. Sam clears his throat disapprovingly. Gabe has the decency to look a little contrite.

"So..." Sam says after a few more minutes of people-watching at the tiny county fair, "I've yet to figure out why you drag me to the places you do."

Gabriel laughs. "No ulterior motive on this one, Sammy. I just like the homemade butter pecan. They've been making it this way since '48, and nothing else is quite like it."

"Oh," Sam says. He hadn't gotten any ice cream, had been a bit too suspicious. He and Gabriel had reached some sort of uneasy truce not long after they'd both found themselves walking the earth once more, apparently the recipients of divine favor for what seemed to both of them to be the first time in forever. But Gabriel had seemed to take a liking to the younger Winchester, much to the chagrin of Dean and Castiel, and had of late begun whisking him away on various adventures. Sam was starting to find it fun, starting to believe this actually was Gabriel just being nice and not some elaborate trick that'd end in anger and hurt. Sometimes he just couldn't let go of all of that distrust, though, and when Gabe had offered to buy him some ice cream he'd refused on principle.

Although he'd rather die than admit it, he's kind of ruing that decision now. It'd been forever since he'd had a treat, and frankly, if there was anything he trusted Gabriel on, it was that the archangel knew where to find the good stuff. But to cave means to reveal that the reason he said no in the first place was because he'd been suspicious of Gabriel's motives, and for some reason that bothers him.

"You wanna try some?" Gabriel asks, as if on cue, holding out what's left of the cone.

Sam makes a face. "What? No. It's all...covered in your spit and all."

Gabe huffs out a laugh. "Oh, is that all?"

Before Sam has a chance to react, Gabriel's got the fingers of his free hand in Sam's hair and is pulling him down into a quick kiss. His mouth is cold and sweet and slightly sticky, and Sam should reasonably find it a hell of a lot grosser than he actually does.

There's this moment afterward, when Gabriel is looking up at him like he can't believe he just did that, that Sam realizes is a forked path. He's never sure later if he took the easy way or not when he snorts and snags the cone from Gabriel, saying "Well then! I guess it doesn't matter now," and taking a huge lick. (It really is quite good, he realizes.)

Gabriel lights up like it's Christmas. He lets Sam finish the entire cone and doesn't even balk. They walk around the fair for a while longer, and Sam is surprised by how okay he is with this whole thing.

"Hey, Sam, let's go on the tilt-a-whirl!"

"Absolutely not."

"Ferris wheel?"

"No."

"...fun house?"

"Like hell."

Gabriel facepalms. "Oh my god, how did I end up with the most boring human ever?"

Sam pops the last bite of Gabriel's cone into his mouth and smirks.

(They're still a work in progress, that's for sure.)

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

*chuckle* Not exactly, but this is so sweet that I'm totally cool with it. I'm definitely not one to grumble about some touching introspection and an unexpected kiss.

I don't blame Sam, I'd be skeptical too. I like that Gabriel is truly trying to earn Sam's trust (even if he still trips small children with magic cables LOL).

Hehe, poor Sammy's still suspicious in the end. Ah, they'll get there.

Thank you so much, your fic always (to quote one of my son's favorite shows) makes my heart feel super happy. ♥♥♥