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twentysomething at 03:15pm on 22/11/2010 under accidental het, fic, sam/gabriel, spn, wipvember
twentysomething at 03:15pm on 22/11/2010 under accidental het, fic, sam/gabriel, spn, wipvemberMy head grew heavy--
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Alwaysagirl!Gabriel
Summary: ""I need more sunblock," she states, waggling the bottle at Sam. He eyeballs her.
"Gabby, that is not sunblock, that is literally vegetable oil," Sam disagrees, pulling the actual bottle of sunscreen out of the cooler. Gabrielle rolls her eyes."
Length: 700 wordsish.
Warnings: My awful love of tanning, Little Hugs.
Notes: A future snippet/time stamp for Wild, Wild West Coast, Gabrielle and Sam go to the beach. It's short, because I already spammed with H-5-0 today, but you know. Whatever.
With the easy access to both funnel cake and taffy, Sam's not surprised that Gabrielle loves the beach.
He's also not surprised that she loves the casual semi-nudity of being at the beach, wandering around in her bikini and flip flops, terrible bright green aviators. Her cheeks and the tops of her shoulders are just starting to pink dangerously and he knows his shoulders are becoming this huge mess of freckles.
The sea breeze and drying saltwater makes her hair wavy and fluffy, and the retro cut of her swim suit makes her look like a pinup when she pouts her slightly chapped mouth up at him.
"I need more sunblock," she states, waggling the bottle at Sam. He eyeballs her.
"Gabby, that is not sunblock, that is literally vegetable oil," Sam disagrees, pulling the actual bottle of sunscreen out of the cooler. Gabrielle rolls her eyes.
"Thanks, Mom," she deadpans, but she leans across their towels to kiss Sam before insinuating herself into his space. Sam squirts a dollop of it, icy cold, on to her back. Gabrielle shrieks and pinches Sam.
"You're such a bitch," Gabrielle laughs, arching against him, like she's trying to get away from the cold. Sam kisses her neck quickly before spreading it wide across her back, taking care to rub it in under the straps.
"I'm reclaiming the word," Sam agrees, letting his hands slide across the hot, smooth skin on her back and shoulders. "Come here." Sam takes off her glasses and carefully smears sunblock all over her face while Gabrielle wrinkles her nose. He taps a slippery finger against the offended appendage and smiles at her.
"All done," he proclaims. Gabrielle pouts again.
"What you're not going to do the front?" she whines. Sam grins.
"I don't have getting arrested by a cop on a bicycle on my to-do list today," he demurs, passing her the sunscreen and settling back down. And if he watches her rubbing herself down, well, it's his right.
"I think you could take a bicycle cop. I'll flash him, you punch. It'd go great," Gabrielle argues, putting her sunglasses back on. She eyes him with a faint filthy smile. "Do you want me to reapply sunblock for you?" This is probably going to go to a socially inappropriate place, but he shrugs and presents his back to her. Gabrielle's hands are coated with the slick, cool, vaguely coconut smelling lotion and they slide across his shoulders smoothly.
It feels beyond good- her hands gliding over his skin, rubbing in the lotion and yeah, this is definitely going to a socially inappropriate place, because he can feel Gabrielle's legs bracketing his ass, her toned stomach pressed against his lower back.
"This is headed straight back into arrested by a man wearing a bike helmet," he warns her, as she slicks her hands down his sides. Gabrielle laughs, pleased, and backs up a fraction of an inch.
"Spoilsport," she teases, but her hands wander out of "happy ending" back into "innocent-ish application of sunscreen."
"That's me," he agrees, taking the tube of sunscreen and swiping his hands quickly over his arms and his chest. He throws it back in the cooler and tosses her one of her terrible sugar-infested drinks. "Stop sulking and drink your Little Hug." Gabrielle snorts, but drinks the violently colored thing in a long gulp, throwing back her head and exposing the long arch of her neck. Sam just takes a quick swig of his lukewarm Fresca.
Gabrielle tosses it back in the bag, turning it into a stretch before laying back on the ground, skimming a hand over her stomach. A light breeze picks up and Sam can feel his legs and back being bombarded with sand. He lets the heat and sun lull him back into laziness, closing his eyes and blindly fishing for Gabrielle's hand. He can hear her snort over the crying of gulls and faint shrieking of children, but she puts her palm face-down on top of his, lightly tracing her fingers across his palm.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Alwaysagirl!Gabriel
Summary: ""I need more sunblock," she states, waggling the bottle at Sam. He eyeballs her.
"Gabby, that is not sunblock, that is literally vegetable oil," Sam disagrees, pulling the actual bottle of sunscreen out of the cooler. Gabrielle rolls her eyes."
Length: 700 wordsish.
Warnings: My awful love of tanning, Little Hugs.
Notes: A future snippet/time stamp for Wild, Wild West Coast, Gabrielle and Sam go to the beach. It's short, because I already spammed with H-5-0 today, but you know. Whatever.
With the easy access to both funnel cake and taffy, Sam's not surprised that Gabrielle loves the beach.
He's also not surprised that she loves the casual semi-nudity of being at the beach, wandering around in her bikini and flip flops, terrible bright green aviators. Her cheeks and the tops of her shoulders are just starting to pink dangerously and he knows his shoulders are becoming this huge mess of freckles.
The sea breeze and drying saltwater makes her hair wavy and fluffy, and the retro cut of her swim suit makes her look like a pinup when she pouts her slightly chapped mouth up at him.
"I need more sunblock," she states, waggling the bottle at Sam. He eyeballs her.
"Gabby, that is not sunblock, that is literally vegetable oil," Sam disagrees, pulling the actual bottle of sunscreen out of the cooler. Gabrielle rolls her eyes.
"Thanks, Mom," she deadpans, but she leans across their towels to kiss Sam before insinuating herself into his space. Sam squirts a dollop of it, icy cold, on to her back. Gabrielle shrieks and pinches Sam.
"You're such a bitch," Gabrielle laughs, arching against him, like she's trying to get away from the cold. Sam kisses her neck quickly before spreading it wide across her back, taking care to rub it in under the straps.
"I'm reclaiming the word," Sam agrees, letting his hands slide across the hot, smooth skin on her back and shoulders. "Come here." Sam takes off her glasses and carefully smears sunblock all over her face while Gabrielle wrinkles her nose. He taps a slippery finger against the offended appendage and smiles at her.
"All done," he proclaims. Gabrielle pouts again.
"What you're not going to do the front?" she whines. Sam grins.
"I don't have getting arrested by a cop on a bicycle on my to-do list today," he demurs, passing her the sunscreen and settling back down. And if he watches her rubbing herself down, well, it's his right.
"I think you could take a bicycle cop. I'll flash him, you punch. It'd go great," Gabrielle argues, putting her sunglasses back on. She eyes him with a faint filthy smile. "Do you want me to reapply sunblock for you?" This is probably going to go to a socially inappropriate place, but he shrugs and presents his back to her. Gabrielle's hands are coated with the slick, cool, vaguely coconut smelling lotion and they slide across his shoulders smoothly.
It feels beyond good- her hands gliding over his skin, rubbing in the lotion and yeah, this is definitely going to a socially inappropriate place, because he can feel Gabrielle's legs bracketing his ass, her toned stomach pressed against his lower back.
"This is headed straight back into arrested by a man wearing a bike helmet," he warns her, as she slicks her hands down his sides. Gabrielle laughs, pleased, and backs up a fraction of an inch.
"Spoilsport," she teases, but her hands wander out of "happy ending" back into "innocent-ish application of sunscreen."
"That's me," he agrees, taking the tube of sunscreen and swiping his hands quickly over his arms and his chest. He throws it back in the cooler and tosses her one of her terrible sugar-infested drinks. "Stop sulking and drink your Little Hug." Gabrielle snorts, but drinks the violently colored thing in a long gulp, throwing back her head and exposing the long arch of her neck. Sam just takes a quick swig of his lukewarm Fresca.
Gabrielle tosses it back in the bag, turning it into a stretch before laying back on the ground, skimming a hand over her stomach. A light breeze picks up and Sam can feel his legs and back being bombarded with sand. He lets the heat and sun lull him back into laziness, closing his eyes and blindly fishing for Gabrielle's hand. He can hear her snort over the crying of gulls and faint shrieking of children, but she puts her palm face-down on top of his, lightly tracing her fingers across his palm.
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And oh God, this version of Gabriel with her little brother Cas...
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AHAHAH YES.
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BUT THIS FIC WAS AMAZING IN ITSELF. I LOVE GABRIELLE AND SAM.
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AND ALL OF THE ABOVE.