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twentysomething) wrote2010-11-28 11:12 pm
twentysomething) wrote2010-11-28 11:12 pm
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WIPVEMBER: Boredom.
There she stood in the doorway--
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, mentions of Dean/Cas/Obliviousness
Summary: "He doesn't think he's been bored in years, and he's finding himself insanely ill-equipped to handle it. He'd picked up a book and put it back down within ten pages, he'd turned on the tv and turned it back off in less than five minutes and Dean had proclaimed Sam "annoying as fuck" twenty seconds ago and tromped out the door, probably to immediately be joined by his angel."
Length: 400 wordsish.
Warnings: Mild sexy times, brevity.
Notes: I wrote this while actually monstrously bored, and as per usual, formerelyn. I think I did it during the summer hiatus, post S-5, but it surprisingly enough is pretty close to how S-6 Sammy is anyway. (Which is to say, DELIGHTFUL.) It's short and well, short. CHEERS. I AM RUNNING OUT OF WIPS, MAN
Sam is bored.
He doesn't think he's been bored in years, and he's finding himself insanely ill-equipped to handle it. He'd picked up a book and put it back down within ten pages, he'd turned on the tv and turned it back off in less than five minutes and Dean had proclaimed Sam "annoying as fuck" twenty seconds ago and tromped out the door, probably to immediately be joined by his angel. They'll have awesome adventures and go to like, a diner and eat pie and maybe their hands will brush and Sam will throw up a little in his mouth, blocks away.
But until that happens, Sam is bored.
And normally, this is where he'd start waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for something too interesting to happen, like demons or poltergeists, or something, but no- there hasn't been a hint of the supernatural- except for their usual, trenchcoated and bedheaded supernatural, but Cas is such a fixture of their lives now that his ability to smite shit righteously and do stuff like raise Winchesters from the dead is totally normal at this point.
Maybe that's the problem- Sam has out-weirded the world. He's reached the Everest of bizarre, and looked around for a bit- and then ascended to like... some higher plane of weird shit and come back down and nothing is interesting anymore.
He's not even really phased when Gabriel appears in the living room, glaring at him balefully.
"Really?" Gabriel demands. Sam shrugs.
"I didn't stay dead. Why would you?" Sam says placidly. Gabriel crosses his arms and huffs slightly.
"Alright, get up." Gabriel barks. Sam blinks, but stands up affably enough. Gabriel stares at him. "What you just did it? No argument? No whining complaints, no self-important accusations of malice aforethought?"
Sam shrugs.
And okay, he has to admit he didn't see Gabriel kissing him coming.
"Ha! What do you say to that?" Gabriel posits smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
It wasn't half bad.
So Sam kisses him again, because in the lazy ease of a post-apocalyptic world, making out with Gabriel is unexpected. Maybe even a little stupid, or dangerous.
But after Gabriel makes a muffled noise of surprised victory, his hands are hot and everywhere, pushing Sam back to sitting on the edge of the bed, sneaking under the hem of his shirt and Sam's heart is beating fast for the first time in months.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, mentions of Dean/Cas/Obliviousness
Summary: "He doesn't think he's been bored in years, and he's finding himself insanely ill-equipped to handle it. He'd picked up a book and put it back down within ten pages, he'd turned on the tv and turned it back off in less than five minutes and Dean had proclaimed Sam "annoying as fuck" twenty seconds ago and tromped out the door, probably to immediately be joined by his angel."
Length: 400 wordsish.
Warnings: Mild sexy times, brevity.
Notes: I wrote this while actually monstrously bored, and as per usual, for
merelyn. I think I did it during the summer hiatus, post S-5, but it surprisingly enough is pretty close to how S-6 Sammy is anyway. (Which is to say, DELIGHTFUL.) It's short and well, short. CHEERS. Sam is bored.
He doesn't think he's been bored in years, and he's finding himself insanely ill-equipped to handle it. He'd picked up a book and put it back down within ten pages, he'd turned on the tv and turned it back off in less than five minutes and Dean had proclaimed Sam "annoying as fuck" twenty seconds ago and tromped out the door, probably to immediately be joined by his angel. They'll have awesome adventures and go to like, a diner and eat pie and maybe their hands will brush and Sam will throw up a little in his mouth, blocks away.
But until that happens, Sam is bored.
And normally, this is where he'd start waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for something too interesting to happen, like demons or poltergeists, or something, but no- there hasn't been a hint of the supernatural- except for their usual, trenchcoated and bedheaded supernatural, but Cas is such a fixture of their lives now that his ability to smite shit righteously and do stuff like raise Winchesters from the dead is totally normal at this point.
Maybe that's the problem- Sam has out-weirded the world. He's reached the Everest of bizarre, and looked around for a bit- and then ascended to like... some higher plane of weird shit and come back down and nothing is interesting anymore.
He's not even really phased when Gabriel appears in the living room, glaring at him balefully.
"Really?" Gabriel demands. Sam shrugs.
"I didn't stay dead. Why would you?" Sam says placidly. Gabriel crosses his arms and huffs slightly.
"Alright, get up." Gabriel barks. Sam blinks, but stands up affably enough. Gabriel stares at him. "What you just did it? No argument? No whining complaints, no self-important accusations of malice aforethought?"
Sam shrugs.
And okay, he has to admit he didn't see Gabriel kissing him coming.
"Ha! What do you say to that?" Gabriel posits smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
It wasn't half bad.
So Sam kisses him again, because in the lazy ease of a post-apocalyptic world, making out with Gabriel is unexpected. Maybe even a little stupid, or dangerous.
But after Gabriel makes a muffled noise of surprised victory, his hands are hot and everywhere, pushing Sam back to sitting on the edge of the bed, sneaking under the hem of his shirt and Sam's heart is beating fast for the first time in months.