In Which There Are a Lot of Parenthetical Explanations

[hopenight]

Title: In Which There Are A Lot of Parenthetical Explanations
Author: hopenight
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Word Count: 526
Warnings: crack, lots and lots of crack
Summary: Written for Sam/Gabriel Non-Angst Comment Meme!! For the prompt: Gabriel gives Sam a token of his affection (and it won't come off).
A/N: I wrote it, deleted it from the comments, and cageykilo demanded that I posted it. And I live to serve after all.

 

Sam stared at his hand, then at his angel (and reforming Trickster), and then back down his hand again. He closed his eyes and counted backwards from ten in Latin (and then in Ancient Greek for good measure) before fixing his...Gabriel (they still need to figure out what to call each other yet) with Bitchface number 46 or the 'I can't believe that I willingly sleep with you'. (Perfected back when he was twelve and he shared a bed with Dean...nothing happened.)

Said angel (and reforming Trickster) paused in his devouring a chocolate bear claw to stare at his human. There were small smears of cream and chocolate around his mouth. Normally, Sam would pin Gabriel to the bed and proceed to lick the mess from his face.

However, now was what the time for what Gabriel called 'smexy funtimes full of awesome sex' (even though the cream and chocolate smeared mouth was very distracting). No now was the time to be angry because...

(Cue dramatic pause. Length of time to be determined)

"You mojo'd a tattoo on me," stated Sam slowly (finally breaking the pause).

Gabriel looked at Sam before nodding.

"Pretty much yeah," said the angel (and reforming Trickster) with a devilish grin, "Did you want to go and actually get one?"

Sam shut his eyes and counted again for good measure. (He's been trying all types of anger therapy techniques since they stopped the Apocalypse. Counting was the only thing that worked.)

"I wasn't aware I wanted one in the first place."

He heard Gabriel move off their shared bed in the crappy motel room. He felt arms wrap around his shoulders.

"Silly human," murmured the angel (and reforming Trickster), "You haven't even looked at it properly."

(Sam did look at it properly. He knew the symbols. The horn, the sword, the mirror, and the colors wrapping around his hand and ending at his wrist. Though they all seemed to meet at...Oh.)

All the symbols of the Archangel Gabriel met at his left ring finger.

"Did you just marry me while I was asleep?"

Gabriel laughed and pressed a kiss to Sam's temple...his one weak spot. (Sam tried very hard not to crush their lips together so he could taste the remains of the bear claw and honey sweet wine.)

"Not marry you," said Gabriel, "It's a promise. A token. You're mine and later you can give me something that says I'm yours."

Sam laughed and pinned him to the bed, kissing him softly (finally tasting the bear claw).

"You're terrible," murmured Sam.

"Reforming Trickster," whispered Gabriel back with laughter in his eyes.

"I'm going to make you get your nipple pierced or something as revenge."

"Kinky boy," murmured Gabriel back before kissing Sam.

Sam forgot his train of thought after that.

(Though there were many smexy funtimes full of awesome sex to be had.)