It Takes Two (Sabriel/Destiel/Michifer) (UNDER HEAVY EDITING)

First Meetings and Sam Fucking Winchester

My family is annoying so I've retreated to my bedroom to write fan fiction. Running from your problems 101: obsess over gay ships

Also over 270 reads! Yay! Thanks everyone

Lets do this

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Saturday, September 27th

Gabriel's eyes fluttered open then closed immediately at the light shining through. He groaned audibly and shoved his face back in his pillow, which was much more comfortable that he last remembered. He looked back up and realized it wasn't a pillow. It was Sam's chest.

Gabe smiled and wrapped his arms around Sam once more before looking over to the clock.

2:23 pm

His eyes widened and he looked back down at Sam. He kissed Sam's head as he stirred.

"Good morning, Samshine," Gabe whispered in his ear, tickling Sam's earlobe.

Sam awoke, looking over to Gabe as a ghost of a smile appeared.

"I would say breakfast but it's like 2:30 so we should get up." Gabe laughed. Sam shot up and fell off the bed, kneeing himself in the face as he landed.

Gabe burst out laughing as tears began to form his eyes. Sam threw bitch-face #23, once again, the wtf-that-wasn't-funny-leave-me-alone-bye-bitch. Gabe shook his head, still laughing like a maniac.

Gabe bent over the bed and put his hand out for Sam to grab. Sam smiled a thank you before grabbing Gabe's hand and, ever so kindly, pulling him down with him.

Gabe collapsed onto Sam, still holding his hand. They were once again caught in this situation, giving Gabe another chance to go for it. He leaned in until they were sharing breaths. They looked each other in the eyes and Gabe leaned just a bit more, their lips almost touching. Then Sam's phone rang.

Sam rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed. Gabe off Sam and Sam got up to answer his phone.

It was Dean. He knew it would be since he was the only person who called Sam instead of text. He barely answered the phone, putting it on speaker, when Dean's voice pierced the walls.

"SAM! WHERE ARE YOU? YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO BE HOME HOURS AGO? WHAT THE HELL?"

"Dean-o, chill. He was with me and we slept late. No biggie." Gabe shrugged.

"NO BIGGIE? SAM COULD'VE BEEN DEAD, OR WORSE, GETTING NASTY WITH YOU! YOU ARE SUCH A BAD INFLUENCE ON SAM. I'M ON MY WAY OVER. SAM YOU HAVE A LOT TO EXPLAIN TO MOM AND DAD, MORE IMPORTANTLY ME!" Dean hung up with that.

Sam looked over to Gabe, giving him an apologetic look.

"It's okay, Sammy. Let's get downstairs and wait for your brother." Gabe pointed toward the door and they sat in the living room on the couch.

"You should probably tell him that we weren't doing the frickle frackle. He'll beat the shit out of me if he thinks that what we were doing." Gabe laughed a bit.

I definitely wouldn't mind if that what we were doing. But okay. Sam nodded, ignoring what he was thinking 

We should ask him out.

Great idea, brain but his brother already hates me so maybe not today.

Everyone hates you, Gabe. Don't let that get in the way.

You're right, brain. I'll ask him out now. But I wont like it.

"Hey, uh, Sa-" Gabe was cut off by a loud bang on the door. Gabe rolled his eyes and clenched his fists, aggravated.