Title: Sugar we're going down
Author: sephirothflame
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Warning(s): Misuse of chocolate chips
Spoiler(s): 5.08, "Changing Channels"
Prompt(s): For pandionpandeus, who wanted Sam/Gabriel and chocolate chips on Twitter.
Word Count: 533
Rants: Written August 4th? Trying to get all my (five?) twitterfics moved from twitter to here.
Summary: Sam is trying to research. Gabriel is being Gabriel.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and I never will. /sigh

Sam's trying to do research for the Hunt they're on, he really is. It's just hard to focus when Gabriel is chilling next to him on the sofa eating a bag of half melted chocolate chips and making near pornographic noises as he sucks the chocolate from his fingers.

"Do you have to do that here?" Sam asks, glaring at Gabriel as he does so.

Gabriel pauses in what he's doing, half melted chocolate chips sticking to his fingers. "Do what?" He asks innocently. He licks the chocolate off of his fingers slowly, humming an inappropriately pleased sound as he does so.

"That," Sam says, his cheeks flushing. "Besides, those are chocolate chips, you're supposed to bake with them, not eat them out of the bag."

"You were a boring, lonely child growing up, weren't you?" Gabriel asks, disapprovingly. "Besides, they're Hershey's."

"I was not," Sam huffs, scowling. "My childhood was a little weird comparatively, but I wasn't boring or lonely." Or, he might have been. Sam doesn't want to dwell on it.

Gabriel gives him a look that makes it clear he doesn't believe him. "Come here," he says, instead of commenting on it. "Have some chocolate."

"No," Sam says, shaking his head. "I have research to do. Also, unlike you, if I ate junk food every time you shoved it at me I'd get fat."

"Fine," Gabriel huffs, dipping his hand in the half melted chocolate again, plucking at chocolate chip and eating them. "But I'm still having you and chocolate."

Sam doesn't have time to question what Gabriel means before the archangel leans over and smears the rest of the chocolate from his hand across Sam's cheek and jaw. Sam sputters uselessly, but he can't think of anything specific to yell at Gabriel for when the archangel pushes his laptop to the side.

Gabriel slides into Sam's lap like he owns it - which he kind of does, Sam guesses - and tugs the Hunter's head down so he can flick his tongue across Sam's chocolate covered skin, before suckling at his jaw. He closes his eyes and hums in pleasure again, resting his chocolate covered hand under the curve of Sam's jaw.

"Oh," Sam says simply. "Hello."

"Hello," Gabriel replies, eyes dark with amusement and something Sam really doesn't have time for. "Huh. Looks like you're covered in chocolate. I should really clean that up for you."

"Because you're known for being such a Saint," Sam huffs. He means to continue, but Gabriel licks his neck, smearing the chocolate there and Sam kind of forgets what he wants to say. "I should really be researching…"

"But I've got half a bag of chocolate left," Gabriel says (because Sam is not brave enough to accuse an archangel of whining). He nips at Sam's throat, at a spot he knows makes Sam weak in the knees, and Sam is starting to forget why he was resisting so hard in the first place.

"I'm sure I can take a short break," Sam decides, slipping his hands to Gabriel's hips to tug him closer. "I mean, it's only half a bag of chocolate chips, right?"

"I'm glad you saw the light," Gabriel grins.