Supernatural One-shots

Nap Time (Sabriel)

        "Hey, Sammy!" Gabriel grinned, frightening the younger Winchester. Sam was currently sitting in the study, researching their latest hunt. Sam whirled around in his seat, glaring at the annoying Archangel.

        "Go away, Gabe. I have to research for this hunt," Sam grumbled, pecking away on that laptop of his. Gabe pouted childishly.

        "But Sammy," Gabe whined, purposely being annoying and bratty to Sam. Sam lifted his eyes from the computer again, scowling.

        "It's Sam," he frowned. Gabriel grinned again, leaning on the arm of the sofa Sam sat on. They were currently in the bunker, and Dean was out on a food run. Ever since they'd saved Gabriel's ass from Lucifer three months ago, he'd been trailing them and following them everywhere, mostly being annoying. Though, sometimes, he'd help out on a case or two.

        "What's wrong, Sammy?" Gabe teased. "You sound stressed." Sam took in a deep breath, closed his hazel eyes, and counted to ten in his head, praying that the annoying angel would be gone. Sam opened his eyes on ten and saw no Gabriel in sight. Sam gave a small sigh of relief and went back to doing his research.

        Sam researched for the next two and a half hours, Dean still gone. Sam shut his laptop and laid down on the sofa, needing a breather. So far, he'd gotten nowhere, and he felt like if he found another useless website, he'd throw his laptop into the wall. Sam tossed his arm over his face, covering his eyes in a peaceful darkness. A nap sounded nice right about now.

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        Gabriel trudged around the bunker, bored out of his mind. He frowned a bit when he heard a small mumble of protest come from the couch. Gabe walked over to investigate, only to see that it was Sam, laying on the couch, sleeping. Gabriel looked around, hesitating. He took a few steps forward and shook Sam's shoulder slightly.

        "Uh, Sam? Wake up," Gabe said. When Sam didn't wake up, continuing to mumble incoherently, Gabe started to draw his hand away from his shoulder, only to have Sam quickly grab his hand. Gabriel stared down at Sam, in an obvious situation. Sam was gripping Gabe's wrist tight enough that he couldn't pry Sam's hand off without waking him up. Gabriel sighed slightly.

        "Sam, wake up," Gabe urged, his wrist beginning to hurt. Sam didn't wake up or let go. Instead, he pulled Gabriel forward sharply. Gabe obviously wasn't expecting this, so he stumbled forward and literally fell on top of Sam. Gabe felt his face turn a darker shade of red at the awkward position. He began to lift himself up, but Sam wrapped his arms around him in a hug, determined to not let the Archangel leave. Gabriel huffed slightly.

        "Sam," he complained. Sam's response was rolling over slightly, so that they were in a spooning position, Sam no longer hugging Gabriel. Gabe was blushing furiously now.

        "Really, Sam?" Gabe growled, trying once again to get back up. Sam was unhappy about this and he wrapped his arms around the Archangel's chest, pulling him closer to him and shifting a bit. Gabe closed his eyes and thought of all of the swear words he could. Now, Gabe couldn't even try to get up, seeing as Sam was halfway on top of him. Gabe gave up and relaxed, Sam snuggling closer to him.

        The hunter and Archangel remained like this for the next half an hour, until Dean got back. When Dean walked into the bunker with bags of groceries in his hands, obviously pie, he frowned when he saw and heard nothing from Sam and Gabriel.

        "Uh, guys? I'm back," Dean half yelled, not knowing if Sam was asleep or something. Dean set the bags of food on the counter top in the kitchen and started putting the food away.

        "Dean, help," Gabriel pleaded, not able to turn to face Dean because Sam was cuddling with him. Dean heard Gabe's plea for help and walked over, snickering at the sight on the couch. Gabriel glared up at him.

        "Sorry, Gabriel. You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out," Dean smirked, walking away. Gabriel huffed in annoyance.

        "You're so mean!" he whined. Dean's muffled chuckle was the only response.

        Gabriel laid like that for about two hours, growing more and more fatigued, even though angels didn't have to sleep, sometimes it was nice to. When Gabriel finally drifted off asleep, Sam woke up. Sam, though confused, smiled down at the Archangel that he was cuddling with. He remained where he was, not wanting to wake him.