It started with chocolates. Rich, expensive boxed chocolates from Switzerland. Toblerones still boxed and cool to the touch. Cadbury eggs, Godiva..all wrapped neatly and waiting on Sam's motel bed.
Dean had given Sam a Look, but smirked and said nothing.
Then came the roses. Long stemmed roses in whites, reds, and pinks, laid neatly on Sam's pillow.
Sam had spent a good twenty minutes staring at the rose, blessing them, and testing for anything demonic.
When all else failed, he picked one up, and let out a yelp as a thorn dug into his thumb.
Dean had snickered, and promptly went into a fit of coughing at Sam's glare.
After that, no more roses arrived.
Sam wasn't disappointed. Really.
The chocolates were worth it.
By the time the box with a squirming Labrador puppy came, Sam wasn't sure whether to be touched, weirded out, or spend the day worrying about what the hell he was supposed to do with a puppy and his...line of work.
Sam was on his laptop when the e-card popped up.
would you like a date? the card proclaimed with a dancing fruit.
Sam rolled his eyes, and clicked
How 'bout next Thursday?
"This is getting ridiculous," Sam muttered, looking over his pile of chocolates and thorny roses.
"I thought it was clever," Gabriel said from behind Sam, sounding a bit defensive.
"You know you're supposed to make sure there are no thorns on the roses, right?" Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the archangel.
"Every rose has its thorn," Gabriel crooned. "Just like every night has-"
"Have you been courting me?" Sam blurted, suddenly.
"Is it working?" Gabriel waggled his eyebrows, playfully.
Sam just stared. What was his life?
"You really, really need to brush up on your skills."
"Skills?" Gabriel says. "Please. I've got mad skills. Just ask Casano-"
"..like never saying that again."
"So..no deal?" Gabriel rocked on his heels, flashing Sam his most winning smile.
"SAMMY!" Dean bellowed from outside. "Your goddamn angeldog just took a piss on my car ."
"One date," Sam stated. Gabriel grinned at him, and snapped.
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Dean had given Sam a Look, but smirked and said nothing.
Then came the roses. Long stemmed roses in whites, reds, and pinks, laid neatly on Sam's pillow.
Sam had spent a good twenty minutes staring at the rose, blessing them, and testing for anything demonic.
When all else failed, he picked one up, and let out a yelp as a thorn dug into his thumb.
Dean had snickered, and promptly went into a fit of coughing at Sam's glare.
After that, no more roses arrived.
Sam wasn't disappointed. Really.
The chocolates were worth it.
By the time the box with a squirming Labrador puppy came, Sam wasn't sure whether to be touched, weirded out, or spend the day worrying about what the hell he was supposed to do with a puppy and his...line of work.
Sam was on his laptop when the e-card popped up.
would you like a date? the card proclaimed with a dancing fruit.
Sam rolled his eyes, and clicked
How 'bout next Thursday?
"This is getting ridiculous," Sam muttered, looking over his pile of chocolates and thorny roses.
"I thought it was clever," Gabriel said from behind Sam, sounding a bit defensive.
"You know you're supposed to make sure there are no thorns on the roses, right?" Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the archangel.
"Every rose has its thorn," Gabriel crooned. "Just like every night has-"
"Have you been courting me?" Sam blurted, suddenly.
"Is it working?" Gabriel waggled his eyebrows, playfully.
Sam just stared. What was his life?
"You really, really need to brush up on your skills."
"Skills?" Gabriel says. "Please. I've got mad skills. Just ask Casano-"
"..like never saying that again."
"So..no deal?" Gabriel rocked on his heels, flashing Sam his most winning smile.
"SAMMY!" Dean bellowed from outside. "Your goddamn angeldog just took a piss on my car ."
"One date," Sam stated. Gabriel grinned at him, and snapped.