"Snow"

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Fic:  Snow

 

Title:  Snow

Author:  jessebee 

Rating:  S for snuggly

Genre:  Hurt/comfort, pre-slash, possible smoop

Pairing:  Sam/Gabriel

Spoilers:  Can't think of any, unless you missed 5x08

Warnings:  Sap, nakedness

Word Count:  ~700

Summary:  Sam is cold.  And then he isn't.

Note:  Somehow, I keep going back to the spn_gabriel kink meme, because I apparently haven't learned my lesson yet.  Tweaked and expanded for personal journal publication, 'cause it amuses me.

 

 

 

 

 

"Just what I always wanted," Gabriel muttered, hands planted on his hips.  "A Sam-sicle.  Don't do anything half-way, do you, kid?" 

 

The blowing snow was so thick it was nearly impenetrable to human eyes.  Luckily, his eyes weren't human.  Gabriel crouched and pulled Sam up, brushing at the piled-up snow.  Sam was alarmingly stiff under his hands.  How long had he been out here?  "Sam?"  A soft sound that might have been his name.  "Sammy."

 

If his ears had been human, either, he never would have caught it over the storm's howl.  But they weren't and he did.  "Sleepy.  Five m' min'tes."

 

Gabriel's gut – and grace – lurched.  "Oh no you don't, Winchester."

 

The cabin formed out of nothing around them, warm and cozy, thick blankets at the ready and fire blazing on the hearth.  Gabriel snapped Sam out of his clothing, leaving snow to melt where it would, and caught his breath at the sight revealed.  Ice coated Sam's hair, winked in terrible beauty on his eyelashes.  His skin was a delicate, sick tint of blue.

 

Gabriel swore in Aramaic – useful language, that – and hauled Sam onto the thick rug by the hearth.  He wrapped a heavy, heated blanket around the broad shoulders and held Sam against him, started to snap his fingers.

 

Stopped.

 

"Shit, shit, shit."  English was useful too.  "The infant blood dose wasn't enough, was it, idiot?  Nooo, you had to go and screw yourself up with more.  Your body chemistry's fucked seven ways from sideways."  Which meant that the safest way to do this was the old-fashioned human method.  The one that involved old-fashioned, warm, naked human.

 

Damn, but he didn't want to do this – because he really really wanted it, wanted to have Sam's skin against his own, but not like this.  Not for expediency's sake alone, with Sam as likely to tell him to fuck off as anything else.  "Don't make me regret it, Sam," he whispered into wet, icy-cold hair, and snapped.

 

#

 

Warm.  Warmth and comfort and smelling like ginger and sugar and woodsmoke but he was cold, so cold his teeth chattered.  Cold and achy and he burrowed closer, wrapping around the warm as best he could and sighing when the warm wrapped him back, secure and fragrant skin and steady heartbeat.

 

…

 

…skin?

 

He blinked.  Skin.  His own and…somebody else's?  All…over.  Naked.  Skin and warmth, serious living warmth, that smelled like….

 

"Finally coming around, are you?" murmured an amused voice somewhere over his head.

 

"G'briel?"  Sam tried to raise his head, but the hand on his neck pressed gently, the other hand rubbing along his spine.

 

"Stay still.  You're past the worst of it, but you need to warm up some more.  I'm not playing space heater here just for shits and giggles."

 

Na-ked.  He was completely buck bare-assed, with the heat of a fire crackling at his back and an inhuman furnace of an archangel against his front.  Naked under the blankets with an equally naked archangel holding him, the one Sam had wanted to strip down and touch for months now, and, and….

 

Okay.  Fuck it. 

 

If the true reason for this reality wasn't the one Sam wanted then he would take the illusion, he would, take it and hold it for as long as he could.  Gabriel shifted, flex of muscle and solid collarbone against Sam's temple.  Sam sank into it all, sensation and warmth, and closed his eyes.

 

"Y'couldn't'a just snapped me warm?" he mumbled a little while later, sleepily.

 

"Your metabolism's been screwed with enough," Gabriel said quietly.  "That wasn't the best choice."

 

And okay, tired and sore and still cold and really, not responsible for the next words out of his mouth.  "Other ways to jump my metabolism, y'know."

 

The hands at his back stilled.  "Sam."

 

"Now that 'm awake, 'm mean."  Because you know, skin, and –

 

"Sam," Gabriel repeated.  He sounded oddly breathless.  "You don't – I'm not that kind of Trickster."  But it wasn't exactly a "no."

 

Gabriel wasn't saying "no."

 

"Liar."  Abruptly wide awake, his throat suddenly tight, Sam opened his mouth and dared a kiss against soft skin.  "Are you that kind of archangel, then?"

 

A warm hand slid across Sam's shoulder and up to cup his face, tip it up.  Gabriel stared at him, and Sam stared back.

 

Slowly, Gabriel smiled.  "Looks like it."  And kissed him.

 

 

 

 

finis

Comments

[cageyklio.livejournal.com]

I loved this one so much. I'm particularly fond of the way you got around just having Gabriel snap him better. Yummy!

[jessebee.livejournal.com]

Yay, glad you liked! It just seemed to me that all those "additives" would have to mess with Sam's make-up at least a bit....

[samjohnsson.livejournal.com]

Del.icio.us'ed. Can't really say more than that ^^

"You don't – I'm not that kind of Trickster." LOL, yeah right.

"Are you that kind of archangel, then?" LMAO So true!

[jessebee.livejournal.com]

I got del.icio.us'ed?! \o/ Glad you enjoyed! I always like it when Sam can startle Gabriel, and I'd think Gabriel does too. :)

[inalasahl]

I really enjoyed this!

[library-j.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked, and thanks for commenting. :D