Luci's One Shots

~The Moose's Hair (Sabriel)

I've written this one a long time ago and randomly decided to update it

Idk what this is. Crack, fluff or something else... I leave it up to you guys to decide

Where Gabriel finally managed to convince Sam to let him do his hair.

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Sam's fingers hovered over the keyboard of his laptop while he read an online news-page about a possible case. His eyebrows frowned together in concentration and he frowned at the picture of a slit throat. A vampire, probably. He thought. Or maybe a demon?

"Hiya, Sammy!" Somebody suddenly loudly yelled in his ear, making the hunter jump in shock. A giggle was heard from behind him and Sam turned around, seeing the Archangel Gabriel standing there with a sly grin on his face.

"It's Sam," he corrected the Archangel, turning back to his laptop. Sam did not felt like dealing with Gabriel and his Gabrielness today.

One day, the - supposedly dead - Archangel suddenly appeared in his room, covered completely in flour from head to toe. Since then he has made the habit of dropping by on an almost daily basis. Occasionally, he helped Sam and Dean with some cases - with the occasional pranks her and there.

For instance, once Gabriel put Sam and Dean and Cas in a replica of High School Musical and they could only leave when they sang all the songs. And only a few days ago, Gabriel turned the Bunker in an Indiana Jones-style labyrinth.

Gabriel started poking Sam's shoulder and tugging on his hair. "Hellooooo!!" He dragged out. "Don't go ignoring me now, Sammy! I'm bored and need attention!"

A sigh left the hunters lips and realizing that the Archangel wouldn't leave him alone unless he gave in, Sam closed his laptop and turned around to face Gabriel fully.

"What do you want, Gabriel?" Sam asked.

"Can I do your hair?"

Sam stared at Gabriel. Whatever he expected the angel to say, it was not that. "You want to..." Sam spoke slowly, "do my hair?"

Gabriel scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I think you heard me fairly well the first time. It's not like I'm speaking in Chinese."

"Why?"

The angel's golden eyes stared at him as if he just handed him a four-headed lizard. "Because I always wanted to," the Archangel spoke in a 'duh' tone.

Sam did not feel so sure about it. A part of him even feared what Gabriel might do with his hair. The Archangel might shave him bald or turn his hair permanently a neon pink, all for fits and giggles.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and stared at Sam. "I won't cut anything off nor will I change your hair color," he spoke like he had read Sam's mind or felt his fear, which he probably has. "I promise."

"I don't know..." Sam started to say, but Gabriel pouted, making his eyes large, vaguely resembling a puppy.

"Please?" He almost begged, even holding his hands together in front of him. A hopeful smile on his face.

Sam felt himself waver. Damn it, Sam cursed, using my own trick against me. "Okay," he reluctantly agreed, hoping he was not going to regret his decision.