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sabrielshipping-charliebartlett:

Sometimes Gabriel got too excited about things. It wasn’t like he jumped in the air and burst into song about how amazing it is-he just sometimes vibrated in his seat and started to talk a lot. And maybe an ice cream sundae wasn’t the best thing in the world, but his parents used to cut him off…

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waywardbookshelf:

Author: Meh_forget_it (She Who Cannot Be Turned)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: M
Track/Word Count: 38,686
Warnings/SpoilersUnderage (Sam’s 16), references to mental illness and suicide which may be triggery for some readers, (legal) use of drugs, angst, slash, OOC behaviour, doesn’t shine John in the best of lights, pre-series, hurt!Sam, angst, protective/possessive!Gabriel, protective!Dean
Other Links: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7330561/1/Hold-Me-Close-and-Believe

Summary: Sam has an imaginary friend from a young age, in fact, it’s his only friend. He is withdrawn and shy around anyone that isn’t his dad or Dean. When he’s fourteen, John comes to the conclusion Sam is ill in a way that John can’t fix and has to send him to an institute for ‘disturbed youth’. However, Dean isn’t entirely convinced that Lo is as imaginary as everyone assumes.

Comments: This made me so sad, despite the happy-ish ending. It really reminded me of season 7 Sam, when he was haunted by Lucifer. And the one thing I really wish is that there would have been more Loki (he’s doesn’t go by Gabriel in this). And Dean’s voice seemed off to me, and what was up with Bobby? P.S. tagged as established relationship because most of the story takes place as such.

This fucked me up so bad

nova-r:

“I like the way he is…. And by is, I mean talks and thinks and listens and sleeps and breathes.

“I like how he hums on and off when he’s listening to music and doesn’t notice… I like the way he smiles… I like how he bites his lip when he has to erase something… I like that he’s a giant nerd… I like his terrible plaid shirts, even though I pretend not to… I like the way he smells.”

I really liked this quote from a fic I was reading. The fic can be found here

Anonymous asked: Gabriel not knowing he's in love with Sam until years after they became friends, and he's laying in his bed at some ungodly hour, and he just whispers "oh"


Answer:

aleatoryw:

why would you hurt me in this way

okay, I had to write something for this, just a short little thing, I hope you don’t mind, anon. Because this one cut deep, man.

-after-write-edit: I said this was gonna be short. Ha!

Gabriel would easily say he knew everything about his best friend Sam Winchester. Everything.

He knows how Sam liked his coffee, and his favorite sandwich, and what he’s like at various stages of drunkenness. He knows where Sam grew up, the issues he struggled with, his fears, and his dreams. Gabriel knows that Sam doesn’t like his hair mussed but is okay with it being stroked gently sometimes. Gabriel knows how to find just about everything in Sam’s apartment; he knows how to care for Bones, world’s most adorable golden retriever, without so much as a note; he knows what to get Sam for Christmas without ever having to ask.

Gabriel knows what the doodles on the edges of Sam’s notepads mean. He knows Sam’s shirt size and his shampoo of choice. He knows what kind of girl Sam goes for (short and blonde and playful) and how nervous Sam gets before first dates. He knows what Sam’s lips feel like, because once Sam had gotten very drunk and kissed his cheek. He knows Sam’s favorite movies and why he likes them and what kind of candy to get for them at the theater.

So he’s frankly a little offended when a drunken Charlie laughs and tells him he doesn’t know shit about Sam Winchester. 

"I’m sorry, what?”

"I’m sorry, Gabey," she slurs, "but I know a few things about Sam that you apparently didn’t pick up on."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." The only way to get drunk Charlie to tell him anything is to make it a challenge.

"Sam is bi," she announces. "He goes for the ladies, but he’s totally into guys too."

"Knew that."

"And…" Charlie leans in close like she doesn’t want anyone to hear, even though it’s Gabriel’s apartment and they’re the only ones there. The walls are thin and shitty, but they’re not that thin and shitty.

Charlie, satisfied that they’re alone, drunk-whispers, “He had a huge crush on you when you guys first started hanging out.”

Gabriel frowns. “Please. You’ve just got the shipper goggles on again.”

"No, really,” she insists. “It went on for almost a year. He told me and Dean everything about you and we eventually sat him down and were like, dude. Because it was that obvious.”

There’s a pause as Gabriel tries to digest this information, blinking in confusion. “Well, then what?”

Charlie tilts her head. “He figured out that you weren’t into him and got over it. Started dating girls again.” She scrunches up her face, an expression she only makes while drunk. “You can’t tell him I told you this, you know that?”

God, Gabriel had thought he’d known something about Sam. He’d thought he’d understood when Sam had spouted something about ‘not really looking for a girlfriend right now’ because hey, the guy had needed time to move on, right? That was why he hadn’t dated anyone for so long, even when the oppurtunity presented itself? That was why he’d instead hung out at Gabriel’s and gone to the movies with Gabriel and fallen asleep on the couch with Gabriel and asked Gabriel to walk with him and get coffee from a few blocks away and-

"Charlie, I think you should go back downstairs. Home. You’re, uh… reaching that stage of drunk where bed is the best option."

She considers. “You just hate that I knew something you didn’t. But yeah, it’s late.”

Charlie’s safe in her apartment two floors down, and Gabriel’s lying in bed on his back with his eyes wide open to take in the darkness. Sam had liked him years ago and he hadn’t even realized it and he’d… missed his shot. He’d never thought about going out with Sam in a romantic way, because Sam wasn’t looking for girlfriend because Sam was looking for him, looking for short and blond and-

His phone vibrates and a burst of blue light appears on the ceiling- a text from Sam. *Hey, hope you and Charlie had fun. Still wanna go for run + donuts tomorrow?*

Gabriel rolls over to his side, letting one arm dangle off the bed, and drops the phone without replying so he doesn’t have to look at Sam’s contact picture. He purposefully doesn’t think about what he’s realized for a minute because please let him be wrong about this dear god, but… his own emotions make sense now. He loves Sam. He has always loved Sam. Gabriel flops to his back again, head hitting the pillow, and gazes at the ceiling with a new awareness. 

"Oh."

Warm Champagne →

aleatoryw:

Archangel Gabriel could drain a few bottles of wine and call it a drink, could drink a few kegs of something and be slightly buzzed, could probably drink a liquor warehouse and be having a great time.

Human Gabriel has a much lower tolerance. Sam and Gabriel discover this together, with a…

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sabrielshipping-charliebartlett:

Sometimes Gabriel got too excited about things. It wasn’t like he jumped in the air and burst into song about how amazing it is-he just sometimes vibrated in his seat and started to talk a lot. And maybe an ice cream sundae wasn’t the best thing in the world, but his parents used to cut him off…

that really awkward moment when i can relate with gabriel in a moment llike this more than i can anyone else

wow

yeah………..

that

that can do it

THAT DOES…do…it…

i…yeah

IT IS 7 AM I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT READING FUCK 

(via soulslookingforhome)

"Sam, sometimes, something happens and you think that’s the end of you. It’s like daggers in your gut and ice in your veins and most days you can’t remember why you should even bother getting out of bed." He shifted in his seat, the echo of bitter emotions flitting across his face.

He half smiled. “Some days you don’t bother. Then one day, you’re out of bed and drinking your first hit of caffeine before you even remember you’re supposed to be sad. Another day, a while after that one, you get to lunch before it hits you. And then it’s supper the next time, and eventually it’s a whole day before you remember. Then finally, it isn’t until someone mentions it or you have the wrong dream that it all comes back to you.”

Alright, don’t make fun of me, but I was just reading a Sabriel fic and I found this line that’s really nice and body positive.

iwannabebrilliant:

"Bodies were just amazing. All kinds of bodies. They could make you feel such awesome things with so little effort."
Found here: http://ladydrace.tumblr.com/post/29825960869/quick-sabriel-porn-for-dreadelion

tricksterangelgabriel:

Grace binding handcuffs.

Imagine Gabriel sprawled out across Sams bed, arms handcuffed to the headboard, legs spread wide, hips arching and bucking looking for some kind of release.

Then imagine Sam calmly sat at his desk doing research.

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