Sabriel Oneshot(s)

   First oneshots. Tell me how they are? 

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                                                                     Coulraphobia

"Come on Sammy, there's a place I want to show you."

"Don't call me Sammy, Gabriel. And I am not going anywhere with you."

"Oh what's wrong, Sammich. I thought we had a connection."

"You killing my brother hundreds of times and then me finding out it was you is not a connection." Sam responded. Though he acted like he really disliked the archangel, he did find him oddly...intiguing.

"Alright. Let me make it up to you. Trust me," the angel said as Sam gave him a strange look. "It'll be fun. I'll pay."

"How far is it?" Sam questioned, slowly giving in to Gabriel's cunning smile.

Gabriel grinned even wider."Ah, Sammy, I knew you couldn't resist me. It's about 20 minutes away; well by car at least. But I am an angel, so, you know."

"Let's go, shorty." Sam said as he grabbed his jacket by the door. He gripped the angel's arm.

In the blink of an eye, they were sitting in the seats of a huge, red and white circus tent. Music played in the background. There were children giggling, parents whispering, and...clowns.

Sam whimpered. He looked around and noticed about a hundred clowns, stalking around the back and down the aisles of the seats, giving cotton candy and balloons to children.

Gabriel looked over at Sam, only to see him with his face burried in his hands.

"What's wrong Samsquatch? Headache?"Gabriel asked, completely unaware of his fear of clowns.

Sam's voice was stifled, and the angel had trouble hearing what he was saying. He heard the word 'hate' and assumed that it was about himself.

"What was that Sammy, I can't hear you with your face in your hands." The trickster said, cupping his ear, grinning.

Sam pulled his head up and glared at Gabriel. "I...I'm scared of...clowns.." He looked down at his lap.

Gabriel's face suddenly went slack. He had wanted this to be a good time. Like a date.

"Oh. Um. Well, Moose, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, lots of people are scared of clowns."Gabriel wasn't quite sure what to say.

Sam looked up, and started to grin slowly. "Gabe, are you trying to cheer me up? A Trickster, not making jokes about a grown man, who's scared of clowns. You've gone soft."

"What, No I have not! I can make so many jokes about that! You..you're a grown man and you have a child's...fear..."His voice got smaller as he realised just how terrible his 'joke' was.

Sam chuckled. "Whatever, shorty. Just get me out of here." Sam had known that this was like a date with Gabriel. "Somewhere with food. And you..." Sam poked the angel in the sternum."..Are paying."

"Mhmm."Gabriel mumbled, smiling. He stood on his tiptoes to whisper in Sam's ear. "Where would you prefer, Sam?" He planted a small kiss on Sam's cheek as he lowered himself towards the ground.

Sam winked. "Anywhere" He whispered.