A series of one shots based from suggestions from Tumblr. Textposts.

Post Room Romance (Sabriel)

                Sam had just begun working for the post room. Sure, it wasn’t a luxurious job, but it got some money and that helped. There was a few characters around the office but none of them as a big as the snarky police officer that pissed off everyone. The only reason he was still working for them is the fact that he was the best around. Even Sam knew that he was loud and crude. Yet, he couldn’t help but notice that the police officer had the most amazing eyes he’s ever seen. Like sunshine shining through a glass of whiskey that had been left on the windowsill for a long while.

                When the Winchester made his rounds, delivering everything into the correct boxes, he slipped a red card out of his pocket. After glancing around, making sure no one was paying attention to him (they usually weren’t but it was always good to check) he tucked into Officer G. Milton’s box. Then he continued on his merry little way, dropping everything into the right box.

                It became a habit, sticking a note into Officer Milton’s. Sometimes they were more decorated and fancy and sometimes they were plain and simple. After a week of this, Sam began thinking to himself. Wasn’t this creepy? Hell, the two barely ever spoke more than a greeting. Maybe sending the little love notes wasn’t the best idea… and Gabriel never mentioned them to anyone. Then Sam stopped, just delivering the normal notes. No longer tucking in a bright red note for Officer Milton.

                One night Sam was sorting through some papers, separating them to make his job easier for himself the next day. He had taken the night shift for some extra cash. He sat on the floor, tiredly flipping through the stack of papers. The door creaked open and Sam looked up, cocking his head at the officer who stood in the doorway.

                Sam stood up, clearing his throat. “Officer, what brings you here?” Gabriel smirked at him. Holy fuck- that smirk. It was devilish and angelic at the same time. How was that even possible?

                “You see, I’ve been getting these… notes,” Gabriel began moving closer, sort of like a hawk that was circling its prey. But, like, a hot hawk. Sam swallowed, watching him.

                “Yeah…?” The moose man asked.

                “They never say who they’re from, which is sorta disappointing. Would you happen to know who they’re from?” Gabriel asked. Sam shook his head.

                “No sir.”              

                “Are you sure? Because, well, I have a sneaking suspicion they’re from you. Were from you,” Gabriel was about a foot away from Sam now. Sam took a deep breathe.

                “What if they were from me? So what?” He asked. Gabe took a step towards him.

                “I just have a question, and tell me if I’m overstepping any boundaries here,” Gabriel said. Sam was about to ask what boundaries he would be overstepping before he was interrupted by Gabe crashing their lips together. Sam was shocked for a moment before kissing back. The officer’s hands found their way to Sam’s chest and pushed him back, onto the post room desk. It only took a moment for Gabriel to pin him there and begin nipping as his jawline. Sam made a small noise. After a minute Gabe pulled away, looking Sam in the eyes. They were both panting.

                “Why’d the notes stop?”