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With yet another nest of vampires taken out, Sam and Dean return to the bunker, thoroughly exhausted. The hunt left them covered with dirt and blood splatter; nothing that wouldn’t get washed out with a bit of attention. And with the sun falling below the horizon; they were grateful to finally be back home.
Castiel is in their library and stands the second that he hears the door open, having been anticipating the brothers’ arrival. Completely ignoring Sam as they got to the bottom of the stairs, he walks right by him to give Dean a welcome back kiss. Sam watches them for a moment, letting them do their thing before clearing his throat.
“Good to see you too, Cas,” Sam jokes, putting his bag down on the table. Cas pulls back from Dean and gives the younger Winchester a curious look.
“Well, I’m not going to kiss you,” Cas deadpans.
Sam lets out a chuckle and shakes his head, deciding to ignore the socially inept angel as he heads to his room to get changed out of his bloody clothes. Once he undresses, he only bothers to put on a pair of sweatpants. Since he’s planning on taking a shower, there’s no real reason for him to put effort into getting dressed.
He throws the dirty clothes onto the top of the half-full laundry basket and carries it to their laundry room. The room holds multiple washers and dryers for them to use; shelves stocked with hydrogen peroxide to remove the many bloodstains that come courtesy of their line of work. Between running through woods, getting stabbed, or even shot, they go through many clothes in very short periods of time. Because of this, they have to at least try to get the stains out of whatever wasn’t torn to shreds or completely unwearable after their return from each hunt. Their job truly wreaks havoc on their wardrobe.
Sam sets the basket on the nearest washer, pulling out a bloodied shirt to examine the dark red stains. He pulls a bottle of peroxide from the shelf in front of him. But, before he has the chance to do anything, he feels a heavy weight crash into his back as arms and legs wrap around him, forcing him to stumble forward, holding onto the edge of the washer for support.
“What the hell🙺” Sam gasps and only then does he hear a familiar giggle beside his ear.
“Hiya, Sammy!” Gabriel peppers kisses onto the back of Sam’s neck as he clings on.
Sam straightens himself out, adjusting to the weight of the small man that decided it was a fantastic idea to attach himself to his back. “Seriously, Gabe, what the actual hell?” Sam laughs as he looks over his shoulder at his boyfriend, who stares back, feigning innocence.
“I do not know what you’re talking about.” Gabe smiles, his hands mindlessly tracing over Sam’s chest. “Can’t a guy spend time with his boyfriend who just returned from a dangerous hunt?” Gabriel feels himself sliding off of his back and uses his legs against Sam to push himself back up.
Sam sighs. “Obviously you can, but I’m trying to do laundry here.” He gestures towards the clothes but he doesn’t try to do anything with Gabe on him like this.
“Then do your laundry.” Gabriel says as he begins sliding down again.
“That’s kinda hard to do with someone nearly falling off my back every five seconds,” Sam says; still, he subconsciously helps Gabriel to stay up.
“Okay… I have a solution.” Gabriel jumps off of Sam. “Crouch down as low as you can go.”
Sam looks at him curiously. “What?”
“Just do it, babe.”
Reluctantly, Sam drops down, wary of the archangel’s intentions. Gabriel puts his legs over Sam’s shoulders and holds onto the top of his head.
“You can’t be serious.” Sam scoffs, craning his neck the best he could towards his boyfriend.
“Okay, now stand up.” Gabriel instructs him, as if he wasn’t aware of how ridiculous his plan was.
Sam hesitates and carefully stretches out his legs, lifting Gabriel, who keeps a firm grip on his forehead. When Sam reaches full height, he looks up towards the archangel with a smile and a look that says, ‘Seriously, this is what we’re doing?’
“See? Now you can do your laundry and I get to ride you,” Gabriel says with mock seduction. Sam laughs as he starts on the bloodstained laundry. “Two birds, one stone, Sammy!” He pats Sam’s cheek for emphasis, earning a glare from the man below him.
“I hate you so much.” Sam says, unable to hide the affection in his voice.
“I love you, too!” Gabriel leans down and kisses the top of Sam’s head. He sits back up as he watches Sam and they stay like that for a while; Sam doing laundry and Gabriel watching happily as he plays with Sam’s hair.
Sam is removing the last of the stains from a flannel when two pairs of footsteps enter the room.
“Hey guys!” Sam calls over his shoulder to Dean and Cas.
Gabriel, on the other hand, skips the greetings and turns to look at the two, careful to keep his balance. “Ha! Look! I’m finally taller than both of you!”
“Aw, you guys are so adorable.” Dean, of course, never misses an opportunity to tease his brother.
Sam’s face flushes with embarrassment. “I will hurt you, Dean.”
“I don’t think the angel on your shoulder would let you.”
“Do you even know me, Dean? Of course I would!”
Cas looks between them and Dean. “How come you never let me ride you ?” he asks his boyfriend innocently, making Sam choke as Gabriel nearly falls off and Dean glares at Cas. “What? Did I say something wrong?”
“Get a room, you two!” Gabriel yells down at them.
“This is what I get for wanting to do my laundry,” Dean mumbles under his breath.
“Since when exactly do you ever want to do your laundry?” Sam asks, turning towards his brother suddenly, making Gabriel wobble before regaining his balance.
It looks like Dean is about to lie, only to realise it would be fruitless. “Okay, I don’t,” he admits, “but Cas is making me.”
“I’m not making you, I just strongly suggested it.”
Sam finishes stuffing his clothes into the front of the washer after adding the detergent and starts the cycle. “Well, I’ll leave you two to bicker like an old married couple.” He began walking towards the door, stopping just short of it as he remembered his extended height. “Are you going to get down so we can leave?”
“Oh, come on, we can make it through, you just have to duck down.”
“Or you could get off of my shoulders.”
“But I don’t want to so you should just duck.”
Sam sighs but still ducks as he approaches the door. Gabriel also lowers himself, but it’s not quite enough unless he wants to get knocked off by the door frame.
“Lower,” Gabriel instructs. Sam reluctantly ducks down lower as he walks through the door, the frame barely grazing the back of Gabe’s head.
“And they say we argue like a married couple,” Dean says quietly to Cas.
“I heard that!” Gabriel yells back into the laundry room, but Sam doesn’t slow his pace as he walks away with him. Gabe looks down at him as they go through the halls. “So… What’s next?”
“Well, I need to take a shower and there’s no way you’re staying up there for that.”
“But I like it up here!”
“As soon as we get back to our room, you are getting down.”
“Fine, but don’t think this is the last time I’ll be up here.”
“You know I can’t just carry you around everywhere, right?”
“Why not? I enjoy being above everyone else.”
“Aren’t you literally able to fly?” Sam asks as they once again duck down low enough to enter their bedroom.
“Yeah, but I’ve been flying since before the dawn of man, it's not that exciting anymore. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to play with your hair.” Gabriel runs his fingers through the soft stands before ruffling them, much to Sam’s dismay.
“Okay, that's enough! Time to get down, Babe.” Sam says, getting ready to crouch down to let him off.
“Alright…” In the blink of an eye, Gabriel appeared in front of Sam with a rush of air caused by his wings. “Go take your stupid shower,” he pouts.
Sam leans down to kiss him. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Gabriel pulls him back into one last kiss. Sam eventually pulls away, grabbing a clean set of clothes and heading back down the hall to take his shower, knowing full well that when he gets out, he has every chance of getting jumped by Gabriel again.