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candylovingangelTitle: An Unexpected Present
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candylovinangel
Rating: G
Pairing: none really, just close friendships
Spoilers: 5.19
Word Count: 1,017
Summary: Sam is down, but who could blame him or Dean? After all it is Christmas. who would they really have to celebrate it with besides Bobby? Most people they would celebrate it with are dead and well...Sam really doesn't like that. He just wants someone there that they could have fun with or just plain talk to...
Note: This is just a fic made randomly out of the blue by a sudden burst of inspiration, and this is a one shot for once for me.
Sam was sulking moreso than usual this year. He was sitting on the newest crappiest hotel room bed they’d ever laid eyes on. Yet here Sam was, holding something in his hands, head hanging as his hair blocked his eyes from view, and Dean was pretty sure even before the older brother turned around, that Sam was close to crying, or already crying. Dean’s eyes went onto Sam and he instantly saw his brother had the bible open. Dean Vaguely recalled it being Christmas… They didn’t celebrate it much anymore. Not much to celebrate after all. Not to mention, who would they celebrate with?
“What are you looking at Sammy?” Dean asked as he sat next to Sam on the crappy hotel bed sensing how distraught his little brother is. He sees the words Luke 1. He then realizes…
“You’re looking at the Christmas Story…” Sam nods and brings his hands up and wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand.
“I miss him Dean…Look he delivered news of a baby being born to two people…and then he died for us 2000 years later…” Sam whispers, shoulders shaking.
“I miss Gabriel too, Sammy,” Dean whispers as he pulls his brother into a one armed hug and the bible slips and falls onto the floor with a solid thud. Dean pulled his brother into a hug and they both bowed their heads in sadness. They’d gotten an archangel killed, sure they’d killed lesser angels before but this…Gabriel had sacrificed himself for them, for humanity…
There’s a loud knock on the door and both men start and Dean pulls away from Sam and gets up, going to the door and opening it. He saw a rather dirty looking man standing there, covered in mood sleet and snow and dripping wet. Sam looked to the door and blinked.
“Um…hi? Can I help you?” Dean asked and the man nodded.
“Uh Dean, I think he needs some blankets. Come on in sir.” Sam said after furiously wiping his face dry. The man’s face was partially covered in snow and his hair is wet and plastered to his head as Sam starts to get the blankets off the bed when the man shakes his head.
“C..can I take a hot shower…please?” The man asked, his voice a hoarse whisper and Dean nodded.
“Yeah um…do you have any spare clothes?” Dean asked and the man shook his head no. Dean got up and rifled through his bags and pulled out some clothes and gave them to him. The man nodded thankfully and went into the bathroom and started a shower. Dean and Sam exchanged looks.
“Why do you think he’s here? Sam asked and Dean just chuckled.
“I don’t know, but I could swear there was a lingering smell of blood and get this, candy. Candy Sammy,” Dean said as he got some sheets ready to wrap up in the man when he comes out. Oh he came out alright and he was beaming and not wearing Dean’s clothes, but different ones. Green and red, a red dress shirt under a green jacket. His hair wasn’t wet, it was dry and those eyes, they’d know those eyes anywhere.
“Gabriel!” Sam yelped and he got up and ran to the angel and nearly tackled him but instead pulled him into a bear hug. Gabriel chuckled and hugged him back. He then hugged Dean who reluctant to hug him but did so anyhow.
“So! Why so drab? We should light this place up!” Gabriel said with a smile, clapping his hands and there was a tree with presents under it and lit up, as well as Christmas lights in the room and the beds were cleaned and made a hell of a lot better and covered in festive blankets and sheets.
“Look as great as it is to see you…why are you here? How are you here?” Dean asked and Gabriel turned towards him and smirked.
“I’m here to tell Sammy boy that he’s going to have a baby!” Gabriel said with glee in his voice and Sam rightfully choked on his water.
“WHAT?!” Both men yelled and that had Gabriel laughing his ass off as he picked up the bible on the floor and set it on the nightstand.
“Oh come on guys, I’m kidding! It’s impossible to have a kid naturally as men…though if my dad wanted he could do it, but he’s not cruel like that so…no. Besides, I’ve had my share of telling people they’re gonna have kids. I am here because well, my dad heard someone say they missed me. I’m your Christmas present this year,” Gabriel says with a smirk as he lights a fire in a fireplace that hadn’t been there moments ago and sat down in a black recliner that hadn’t been there seconds ago either.
“Well, not the worst present we’ve ever gotten. I think you’re in the top five,” Dean says with a smirk as he sits down on a conjured up black couch and looks to a small table in front of him with booze and pie as well as a healthier range of food for Sam as Sam sat down and Dean was actually tearing up as Sam smiled and looked to Gabriel.
“Thanks, really Gabriel, we’re glad you’re back,” He said with a smile as Dean discovered something about the booze...
“Holy crap it’s endless! I fucking love you Gabriel! And holy crap! The pie’s self replenishing too! I doubly love you Gabriel!”
Gabriel smiled and watched them as he got a tv turned on and he felt warm inside as he watched them enjoy their meals and watched Dean get drunker and Sam throw happy smiles his way.
“Merry Christmas guys,” He said as he clinked his own glass with theirs.
“Here here!” Dean crowed and Sam and Gabriel laughed at him as he downed his booze.
Dean and Sam decided a day later when they were no longer hung over and when Gabriel wasn’t making fun of them, that this had by far, been the best Christmas ever…
Author:
candylovinangel Rating: G
Pairing: none really, just close friendships
Spoilers: 5.19
Word Count: 1,017
Summary: Sam is down, but who could blame him or Dean? After all it is Christmas. who would they really have to celebrate it with besides Bobby? Most people they would celebrate it with are dead and well...Sam really doesn't like that. He just wants someone there that they could have fun with or just plain talk to...
Note: This is just a fic made randomly out of the blue by a sudden burst of inspiration, and this is a one shot for once for me.
Sam was sulking moreso than usual this year. He was sitting on the newest crappiest hotel room bed they’d ever laid eyes on. Yet here Sam was, holding something in his hands, head hanging as his hair blocked his eyes from view, and Dean was pretty sure even before the older brother turned around, that Sam was close to crying, or already crying. Dean’s eyes went onto Sam and he instantly saw his brother had the bible open. Dean Vaguely recalled it being Christmas… They didn’t celebrate it much anymore. Not much to celebrate after all. Not to mention, who would they celebrate with?
“What are you looking at Sammy?” Dean asked as he sat next to Sam on the crappy hotel bed sensing how distraught his little brother is. He sees the words Luke 1. He then realizes…
“You’re looking at the Christmas Story…” Sam nods and brings his hands up and wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand.
“I miss him Dean…Look he delivered news of a baby being born to two people…and then he died for us 2000 years later…” Sam whispers, shoulders shaking.
“I miss Gabriel too, Sammy,” Dean whispers as he pulls his brother into a one armed hug and the bible slips and falls onto the floor with a solid thud. Dean pulled his brother into a hug and they both bowed their heads in sadness. They’d gotten an archangel killed, sure they’d killed lesser angels before but this…Gabriel had sacrificed himself for them, for humanity…
There’s a loud knock on the door and both men start and Dean pulls away from Sam and gets up, going to the door and opening it. He saw a rather dirty looking man standing there, covered in mood sleet and snow and dripping wet. Sam looked to the door and blinked.
“Um…hi? Can I help you?” Dean asked and the man nodded.
“Uh Dean, I think he needs some blankets. Come on in sir.” Sam said after furiously wiping his face dry. The man’s face was partially covered in snow and his hair is wet and plastered to his head as Sam starts to get the blankets off the bed when the man shakes his head.
“C..can I take a hot shower…please?” The man asked, his voice a hoarse whisper and Dean nodded.
“Yeah um…do you have any spare clothes?” Dean asked and the man shook his head no. Dean got up and rifled through his bags and pulled out some clothes and gave them to him. The man nodded thankfully and went into the bathroom and started a shower. Dean and Sam exchanged looks.
“Why do you think he’s here? Sam asked and Dean just chuckled.
“I don’t know, but I could swear there was a lingering smell of blood and get this, candy. Candy Sammy,” Dean said as he got some sheets ready to wrap up in the man when he comes out. Oh he came out alright and he was beaming and not wearing Dean’s clothes, but different ones. Green and red, a red dress shirt under a green jacket. His hair wasn’t wet, it was dry and those eyes, they’d know those eyes anywhere.
“Gabriel!” Sam yelped and he got up and ran to the angel and nearly tackled him but instead pulled him into a bear hug. Gabriel chuckled and hugged him back. He then hugged Dean who reluctant to hug him but did so anyhow.
“So! Why so drab? We should light this place up!” Gabriel said with a smile, clapping his hands and there was a tree with presents under it and lit up, as well as Christmas lights in the room and the beds were cleaned and made a hell of a lot better and covered in festive blankets and sheets.
“Look as great as it is to see you…why are you here? How are you here?” Dean asked and Gabriel turned towards him and smirked.
“I’m here to tell Sammy boy that he’s going to have a baby!” Gabriel said with glee in his voice and Sam rightfully choked on his water.
“WHAT?!” Both men yelled and that had Gabriel laughing his ass off as he picked up the bible on the floor and set it on the nightstand.
“Oh come on guys, I’m kidding! It’s impossible to have a kid naturally as men…though if my dad wanted he could do it, but he’s not cruel like that so…no. Besides, I’ve had my share of telling people they’re gonna have kids. I am here because well, my dad heard someone say they missed me. I’m your Christmas present this year,” Gabriel says with a smirk as he lights a fire in a fireplace that hadn’t been there moments ago and sat down in a black recliner that hadn’t been there seconds ago either.
“Well, not the worst present we’ve ever gotten. I think you’re in the top five,” Dean says with a smirk as he sits down on a conjured up black couch and looks to a small table in front of him with booze and pie as well as a healthier range of food for Sam as Sam sat down and Dean was actually tearing up as Sam smiled and looked to Gabriel.
“Thanks, really Gabriel, we’re glad you’re back,” He said with a smile as Dean discovered something about the booze...
“Holy crap it’s endless! I fucking love you Gabriel! And holy crap! The pie’s self replenishing too! I doubly love you Gabriel!”
Gabriel smiled and watched them as he got a tv turned on and he felt warm inside as he watched them enjoy their meals and watched Dean get drunker and Sam throw happy smiles his way.
“Merry Christmas guys,” He said as he clinked his own glass with theirs.
“Here here!” Dean crowed and Sam and Gabriel laughed at him as he downed his booze.
Dean and Sam decided a day later when they were no longer hung over and when Gabriel wasn’t making fun of them, that this had by far, been the best Christmas ever…
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