Sam/Gabriel ficlet

[icarus_chained]

For wolfling 

Title:  Doorways
Rating:  PG
Fandom:  Supernatural
Characters/Pairings:  Sam, Gabriel, Dean, Cas. Sam/Gabriel, possible background Dean/Cas
Summary:  Gabriel has this habit of stopping Sam in doorways. Sam is rapidly getting fed up of it.
Wordcount:  627
Warnings:  CRACK!
Disclaimer:  Not mine

In truth, Sam wasn't actually too tall to stand in a doorway. He typically had about an inch or so to spare, if barely at times. Depending on the doorway in question. So. He wasn't actually too tall. He just looked like he should be. He knew that. Add in his shoulder width and general bulk, and if he stood still long enough, as a surprising number of women had told him, you might be forgiven for thinking he was the door.

Gabriel, for some reason, seemed to find this terribly, terribly amusing. Or at least, Sam presumed he did. He was having a hard time coming up with alternate explanations for the amount of times the archangel had deliberately appeared right in front of him as he was coming through them, forcing him to halt in the doorway. And then just look at him for a bit, with this little secret smile. Or, occasionally, when he was feeling particularly playful, stalk forward until Sam had to reverse back through the door. All for no apparent reason except that the archangel had obviously lost his mind, and just enjoyed seeing Sam scrunched into a small space.

Sam was just waiting to be locked in a closet or something. Seriously.

Eventually, though, after two straight weeks of random visits where the archangel silently stopped him in doorways across America, grinned at him for a bit and disappeared again, Sam was getting really, really fed up of it. This had to stop. Preferably before Dean bust a gut laughing at him, or Castiel's neck locked itself permanently into that inquisitive twitch.

So when Gabriel appeared in his way coming out of the motel room, he stopped dead, crossed his arms, and glared. The archangel tilted his head, that sly smile creeping across his features, a little exasperated, amused sparkle in his eyes. Which Sam only noticed because he was glaring, of course. You had to make eye contact to glare at someone properly ...

"Gabriel, is there actually a point to this, or have you really lost your mind this time?"

The archangel grinned some more, and didn't answer. Instead, he prowled closer. Same pattern, all over again. Trying to force Sam back the way he'd come. Back into the room. Except not this time. Not this time. Sam had had it up to here with this crazy game of doorway-chicken. He was done.

Gabriel came right up to him, not stopping, and Sam stood his ground. Heaven itself couldn't have budged him then. When Gabriel made pointed eyes at the doorway and the room beyond, Sam favoured him with a tight, challenging smile, and squeezed himself up against one side of the jamb. If Gabriel wanted to get past, he could worm his way through like the tiny little man he was!

They stood like that for a long minute, while somewhere behind Sam Dean tried choking on the pillow he'd stuffed in his mouth, and Castiel patted him very unhelpfully on the back and grinned at them. They stood there for a long minute.

Then Gabriel, with an expression of sheer, exasperated relief, muttered "Finally!", squeezed himself in alongside Sam, pressed him back against his side of the doorway, took advantage of the way Sam's head was ducked against the top, and proceeded to kiss him senseless. In the small space, the archangel was all heat and hands and pressed against seemingly every part of Sam's body, and there was nowhere for him to go to escape.

Fortunately, his brain had shorted out long before that even presented itself as an option. Turned out, Gabriel? Knew how to make use of a small space. Oh, boy, did he know how. Sam thought he might have a new appreciation for doorways, after this.

Also, possibly, that closet he'd mentioned.