"Saaaaaaaaaaammy!" Gabriel whined, begging for the attention of the man who sat across from him at the table, eyes fixated on the glowing screen of his laptop. "Sammich, I swear. If you don't pay attention to me, I'll send you to the Himalayas with just your socks on." He threatened. Sam looked up from the screen with a blank look.
"What. in gods name, could you possibly need Gabriel?" Sam asked, clearly pissed. Dean was going to be out for a few hours, he said he was going to bobby's to pick something up, purposefully not naming the object.
"Make a fort with me. I'm bored." Gabriel said, twiddling his fingers around.
"No Gabriel. I'm not making a fort with you. I have research that needs to get done before Dean gets home." Sam countered, fairly unamoosed with Gabriel's childish notions. Gabriel raised his fingers, looking at sam, giving him one last choice before he mojoed his sorry ass to the Himalayas. His eyes widens a bit and he stood, shuffling over to the bed and sitting, grabbing the pillows from it and throwing them to the ground.
Gabriel smirked, standing and Making his way over to the tall man. With a snap of his fingers, the archangel was atop Sam's shoulders, giggling like a schoolgirl. Sam wrestled with the shorter man and trew him to the mattress.
"Don't ever do that again!" Sam shouted, making the other man raise his hands in surrender.
The rest of the evening was spent pulling blankets over chairs and laying pillows down underneath. it was around midnight when Dean returned, laden with dusty books.
"Sam? Sammy?" he called out, spotting the fort. he opened the flap, seeing Sam, along with Gabriel, snuggled into the crook of Sam's arm, fast asleep
