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Theories in Kinship - Supernatural - Sam/Gabriel

December 29th, 2009 (02:47 pm)

Title: Theories in Kinship
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, hint at Dean/Castiel
Warnings: bad words, religious issues
Spoilers: Assume through aired episodes of season 5
Notes: This is all entangled_now 's fault. Her fic pulled me out of lurking.
Summary: Gabriel and Sam have more in common that they know.

   Gabriel was born from the light of God’s will. His first sight was his Father, and his first words were to his Father. He was the center of Gabriel’s being, the reason and core of his existence.

Gabriel was God’s messenger. For eons, Gabriel delivered orders that drove his brothers and sisters into battle. Orders delivered from his hands shattered their bodies into non-existence.

After Lucifer was cast down, Gabriel carried the word that separated light from darkness, water from land.

It was beautiful. A worthy creation of its Master. Blue rippled from black, spreading into the warmer hues of red, trickling into green, and misting into silver, orange, and, finally, yellow. God’s touch was everywhere. Even in the prophesy of its end.

Gabriel questioned. When the atoms split and combined into the cells of a human, Gabriel watched in awe and sadness as the creatures shifted from all fours to bipedal motion. Was this not the reason for Heaven’s war? Why struggle for something if it had no meaning?

To an angel, the beginnings of life happened in the blink of an eye. When he returned to Heaven, Gabriel found only a crushing emptiness where his Father used to be.

The betrayal was sharp. What was a messenger without a message?

So Gabriel followed his Father’s final word, and abandoned Heaven.


During Sam’s first year at Sanford he didn’t contact his family. Dean called, but their conversations were strained with everything said the night Sam left. Finally, Dean stopped calling, sending only a few emails with case questions or letting him know that they were still alive.

Sam should have tried more to keep up, but living away from his family for the first time was a relief he refused to examine, writing it off as a reprieve from the constant worry that tonight would finally, finally be the night one of them ducked when they should have dodged.

And he had term papers, exams, and presentations to worry about, usually all in the same week.

He had friends.

Sam had never had a group of fixed people in his life besides Dean and Dad, but now he knew people who could make jokes that didn’t involve death or vampire mating rituals, friends who could look at him and see someone else besides a Winchester. People whom he wanted to be around and who wanted to be around him instead of being trapped together by a car, an enforced sense of duty, and few chromosomes.

Sometimes Sam felt like college was his own personal witness protection program. A place where he could carve out his own existence and be whoever he wanted.


During his time living as a human, Gabriel learned two things. First, was the way to live among them without loosing his Grace.

Before Gabriel was the Trickster, he was Ambriel, Obadiah, Elisha, Rebecca, Dor, Calliope, Theodore, Christopher, Alexis, Jordon, Irene, Ethelfaed, Beorn, and Fredrick, among others. He lived thousands of lives, building his own vessels out of dust rather than claim the body of another. This cut off his connection with Heaven completely, he had none of his angelic abilities in these constructed forms, but it was how he wanted it.

Vessels containing angelic energy could always be tracked or linked in some way, but Gabriel preferred the silence. There were no more messages he wanted to carry.

Second, humans were violent. They inflected more suffering upon each other than anything the pit could dream of. In fact, most of the more creative souls found their way down to the pit; helping it grow into its more… intricate version.

They did it with the name of God on their lips. But God wasn’t listening. God wasn’t watching. And the longer Gabriel watched, the more convinced he became that God wasn’t here.

There was no other explanation for the wicked and immoral cutting down the just. In Heaven, when Angels strayed from God’s light they where cast down. On Earth, the corrupt were given crowns.

The inconsistency of action and direction sat like an itch under Gabriel’s false skin.


Lucifer reminded Sam of a used car salesman. The type of guy who could convince you that a third hand, beat up, 1991 Volvo that starts to shake when it goes above sixty, with no power steering, four wheel drive, or horse power to speak of would be a great investment for your future.

Sam knew Dean would never fall for that. The only way to get Dean into a car like that would be to bring their father back from the dead to order him into the thing. Sam, though, Sam spent most of his life being tricked into these types of down payments.

Fire this.

Kill that.

Avenge your mother.

Stay where you belong.

Drink my blood. It may have side affects.

Say yes.

Sometimes, in the dark, with Dean sleeping soundly in the other bed, Sam would think of all the times he tried to run.



His crusade against Lilith.

No matter how hard he tried, Sam always found himself right back to the starting point. Saying yes was the latest in a long line of orders hidden beneath the guise of conversation and negotiation.

Sam wasn’t scared that Lucifer would convince him to say yes. Sam was terrified that no was an impossible word in the vocabulary of his fate.

You can run all your life, but you can’t outrun your life.


While wandering among Brazil, Gabriel met Pomba Gira. Gabriel approached the decidedly inhuman creature with a certain curiosity. It was not in God’s original word.

In a female figure, Pomba Gira was standing placidly at the sight where a village once stood, consuming various fruits while kicking bits smoking rubble.

“Well, well, well,” it said, eyeballing Gabriel up and down. “You’re not from around here.”

“Your work needs structure.” Gabriel nodded to the wreckage.

It threw its head back and laughed, throwing several berries in Gabriel’s face. An ancient part of him bristled at the insolence, but a newer, growing part of him found this thing decidedly amusing.

“This village belonged to a race of men who would raid neighboring villages to rape the women. They would later return to steal the male offspring, producing a proud race of warriors without female interference. I was born from their cries for vengeance.”

Gabriel titled his head, “And killed them and burn their village down?”

“No. I merely offered the form to the man who could prove himself the strongest warrior. The self-destruction and fire was a bonus.”

“They turned their pride and violence against themselves.” Gabriel smiled. His Grace, buried deep, flared. Pomba Gira stepped back. “What are you?”

Pomba Gira’s teeth were white and sharp; “My kind call ourselves the Tricksters.”


Despite his new college life, changing his old habits proved more difficult than Sam hoped. Often, he would find himself scanning the morning paper for news of mysterious deaths, signs of paranormal behavior, or even the cryptic messages hunters occasionally placed in the wanted adds.

One day, Sam found what he realized he had been looking for all along. A house in an older part of the neighborhood that was repeatedly placed on the market didn’t raise many eyebrows, but the bodies that kept turning up on its property did.

Sam tried contacting Dean with no luck. After the insurance inspector disappeared, Sam gritted his death and, for the first time in two years, called his dad.

He got the voice mail.

The first time, Sam left a terse message outlining the situation. The second time, he screamed into the phone for his father to grow up and stop letting people die because he want to prove his goddamn point. For the third message, Sam apologized for yelling, asking his dad to call him back.

Sam didn’t leave a message the forth time. The house was back on the market, so Sam picked up the duffle bag he had buried in a back corner of his closet and took a bus down town.

It was a routine haunting. Original owner died in the house, blah, blah, blah. But Sam was alone, angry, and out of practice. He found the spirit’s remains, salted and burned them, but not before he was thrown down a flight stairs, through a window, and nearly decapitated by a sheet of broken glass.

Sam passed out on his bed. The next morning, the newspaper ran a story of the house being vandalized, and the morning after that Dean called.


“Don’t calling me that.”

“Whatever, Sam. You okay?”

“Why are you asking?”

Heavy silence.


“Look, Sam -”

“He got my messages didn’t he?”

“He just wanted you –”

“He wanted to prove to me that we’re no longer family and he has no obligation to help me?”

“No! Jesus, Sam, of course not.”

“So what? Dad endangered not only my life but also civilians’ to make me see how I can’t change my nature? That hunting’s in my blood?”

“Well, isn’t it?”

Sam gripped the phone so hard, he felt the plastic creak, “Fuck him. Tell Dad that he can go to hell.”

Later, Sam would remember this conversation.


In human form, angels could procreate. They would have to desire it, and not many of them did. After a while, none of them did.

Gabriel had a daughter.

She died.

At her grave, Gabriel prayed for her soul. Prayed for the first time since he found emptiness in the place of his Father. God was unavailable, but others found him.


Gabriel stood up and brushed dust from his knees. He was in a female form.

“Raphael. Long time.”

“We need you. The final battle between Heaven and Hell is beginning.”

“Beginning? It started a while ago, in case you forgot.”

“We are waiting.”

“For the birth of the two.”

Raphael cocked his head, “You know this.”

Gabriel forced his lips to stretch in a smile; “you forget my former position.”

“No, brother. You forget.”

“I turn away, but I can’t forget. I don’t have the ability.”

Silence. Gabriel felt Raphael’s Grace tug on his own, urging it forward.

“We cannot defeat Lucifer without you.”

Gabriel shoved his Grace further down. “I won’t kill in the name of someone who no longer exists.”

Raphael stepped closer, “Then fight with us to end it all. God no longer speaks. We should not tolerate his broken creation.”

Gabriel snorted. Raphael blinked.

“Then why not let Lucifer finish what he started? Why do we have to tear each other apart?”

“Lucifer must not rule Heaven.”

Silence. Then Gabriel laughed least he cry.

“This is what it’s become. Two rival companies competing over property rights?”

Raphael’s wings flared. Lighting struck the earth nearby. “Careful, Gabriel. Some say you’ve nearly fallen. That you’re a threat.”

“Damn you and your war.” Gabriel shed his form and threw himself away, faster than his brother could follow.

He once threw himself in front of a blast meant for Raphael. It had hurt.


One time, Gabriel caught Sam stealing glances at him. Sizing him up.

Gabriel stretched, and folded his arms behind his head, winked, “See anything you like?”

Sam blushed and Gabriel felt surprised that a person who had seen (and done) as much as Sam could still have the capacity for shyness.

“I’m just wondering…” Sam trailed off, and Gabriel cocked an eyebrow.

“Why didn’t you choose a vessel with more, you know,” Sam made an incomprehensible gesture, “Grandeur.”

Gabriel let a slow, honest smile creep over his face, “Are you asking me why I’m not bigger?”

Sam grumbled, and turned away

“I never take a human vessel. Beggars can’t be choosers,” Gabriel answered. Sam stared, an odd look coming into his eyes that made Gabriel nervous. It was too close to respect.

“And I assure you it’s big enough,” Gabriel leered, breaking the moment.

Sam rolled his eyes and got up.

“Come on, Sam!” Gabriel called after him, “You gotta learn to laugh.”


Sam has buried hundreds of people. Victims, Jess, his dad, and, finally, Dean. When Dean died Sam went a little crazy. He left a trail of alcohol bottles and dead demons in his wake, just as he had in the Trickster’s universe.

When Ruby showed up, it was a relief.

It was partly because Sam had help. But a bigger part of it was that he didn’t have to make decisions anymore. Sam could let something besides his grief and rage take the driver’s seat for a while, shutting down the part of him that felt like it was cracking in half.

But another part of the relief came from something larger. Something Sam thought once, and then immediately clamped down on.

Because now, if Dean turned into a demon in Hell and was sent up to finish what Yellow Eyes started, Sam wouldn’t have to be the one who killed whatever was left of his family.

The Trickster was right. Dean was his weakness.

And Hell knew it.


Gabriel found Pomba Gira. It was in male form this time. Short, blonde, blue eyes. It was watching its conjured dinosaur chase a priest through the jungle.

“It’s a bit heavy handed,” it said to Gabriel in acknowledgement. “Not my best.”

“Please.” Gabriel asked.

It stared into him. Saw him. “You don’t need my permission. I’m not human. You could cast me out and take this body by force.”


“What a strange thing you are. Powerful and damaged.” It sighed, “You should learn to laugh.”


“I won’t be in here with you, but you will still be governed by the same physical rules as I.” It paused, “Well, not really. You’ll get an extra boost or five thousand.”

Gabriel stepped close and gently pushed. As Pomba Gira slipped out, Gabriel slid into the shell it had built.

Assuming the form of the Trickster restored his old sense of angelic righteousness, where the wicked could be punished. But it allowed him to work under a false name.

It was a relief, but in his new form, Gabriel heard the whispers of the coming two.


Once Gabriel made his choice, the entire dynamic of the group shifted. Dean wasn’t sure how to handle it. His rude comments about angels made Castiel frown and his stuttered explanations that it wasn’t all angels, just the douchey ones, didn’t help sooth things over.

Sam tried a few awkward attempts to play middleman, organizing groups that would separate them and breaking up Gabriel and Dean’s staring contests with loud speculations about the oncoming Armageddon.

Castiel mostly gazed at Gabriel with big doe eyes.

This all caused Gabriel endless hours of undisguised amusement. He especially enjoyed how Dean would grip his butter knife whenever he threw his arm over the back of Sam’s chair in a diner. Castiel would steady Dean by gripping his knee, and that caused a few raised eyebrows on Sam’s end.

“You always mess with Dean.” Sam accused, “It’s not helping the situation.”

“Depends on the situation you’re looking at.” Gabriel countered.

“Bullshit.” Sam’s bitch mode was set on level three apparently. “You just like fucking with him.”

Gabriel couldn’t choose the best response so he said all of them; “A, you never grasp any of the subtleties. B, odd habits die hard and all that. And c, he’s not the one I’d like to fuck with.”

Instead of turning bright red like Gabriel expected, Sam eyed him up and down in a way that was deliciously dirty, and totally a bluff.

“You talk big, don’t you?”

Gabriel grinned, nice and slow, letting the tension build up, “Family trait.”

Sam snorted and moved to walk away, but Gabriel grabbed Sam’s arm and yanked. Sam ended up in his lap, eyes dark with surprise and heat.

“But fun fact, about angels and Tricksters.” Gabriel watched as Sam’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips in an automatic reaction. “We keep our word.”

Bluff seen and raised.


As a Trickster, Gabriel stopped doing two things: having sex with humans and praying.

Instead of prayer, Gabriel laughed.

But he didn’t want to touch humans anymore. Anyway he did would signal a choice on his part. But messing with them, that was his duty as a Trickster. Nothing more.

Instead of sex with living beings, he preferred to conjure forms out of thin air instead of bothering with the real thing. It was simpler. He enjoyed sex as a human, but as a Trickster he could control when it happened, how it happened, and what happened. He was the god of his own little universe, meaning he didn’t have to think about the other God or the other universe.

Sex a distraction, an addiction.

Sex was awesome.


Sex was dangerous.

Jess wasn’t his first, despite what Dean said around the dinner table. But sex led to love, and everyone Sam loved ended up dead. Jess, Madison, Dad, Dean, Ruby (he did love her, in a way), Ellen, Joe... He keeps a list in his head.

Perhaps that is why the first time he and Gabriel fuck, Sam panted out a steady stream of declarations.

“I don’t love you,” Sam said, trusting hard up into the body straddling his. “I don’t love you, I don’t love you.”

Gabriel’s hips twisted down and Sam’s words fractured into a high-pitched, keening sound that would embarrass him later. Hands threaded into Sam’s hair, tightening and bringing him up into a kiss. Gabriel opened Sam’s mouth wide, his tonguing licking in, deepening it into something consuming.

Sam broke away and buried his head in Gabriel’s throat, biting kisses into the pulse there. His hand slid between them and wrapped around Gabriel’s erection. Gabriel hissed, hips jerking forward into Sam’s fist and back onto his cock.

Nails raked down Sam’s back, thighs tightened around his waist. Sam’s breath hitched when Gabriel’s tongue traced the shell of his ear, breathing into it softly.

“I don’t love you,” Sam protested, pushing deep into Gabriel’s body. Gabriel tugged on his hair again, pulling him into a slow kiss that fractured something inside Sam. He sucked on Sam’s tongue briefly before releasing his mouth with a wet, obscene sound.

“You’re right,” he gasped, his face flushed pink, lips swollen, eyes blown. “This means nothing.”

Sam tightened his grip on Gabriel’s cock, angling his hips up and left. Gabriel’s back arched. The ceiling above them cracked when he spilled hotly against Sam’s hand and stomach.

There was no flash of white light, no glowing from underneath Gabriel’s skin, but Sam still shuddered apart when Gabriel’s muscles clamped down around him.

They lay there. Sam catching his breath. Gabriel, with no need to breathe, was oddly silent.

It lasted for about a minute.

“You know.” Gabriel said, deceptively thoughtful, “The last time I did this with a human, I got pregnant.”

Sam’s face twisted into an automatic expression of pure, human panic. Gabriel managed to shoot him a look that was both condescending and smug.

It scared Sam that they could now communicate in gestures. He wondered transparent he had become.


Lucifer found Gabriel eventually. It was only inevitable after the wonder boys broke his cover. He’d already told one party where they could shove their war. Now it was time for the other side to give his sales pitch.


Gabriel glanced pointedly at the summoning spells that had been twisted and modified to fit his name. It was elaborate and ballsy.

It pissed him off.

“Luci.” Gabriel extended his arms in mock surrender. “You rang?”

Lucifer didn’t react to the derision of his name. He stared, letting the power of his Grace roll off of him in waves.

He was still beautiful.

“You know why I have called you here.” It wasn’t a question. Lucifer was too arrogant to question. He always assumed everyone would bend to his thinking.

“Let me guess.” Gabriel placed his finger to his lips. “You loved God best. Blah, blah, blah. He betrayed you. Blah, blah, blah. You deserve to reclaim your place in Heaven. Blah, blah, blah. I’ve heard this song and dance before. Same old Lucifer and his ‘I’ statements.”

Gabriel once pierced Lucifer’s Grace with his sword. He has turned his back on Heaven and lived a thousand lives, he has watched civilizations fall and kings turn to dust. He was God’s messenger, a wanderer, a mother, a Trickster, and a fucking archangel of the Lord.

He wasn’t afraid; he was exhausted.

“Hear my words, Gabriel.” Lucifer pressed closer, earnest to his core. “You know them to be true. This filth that calls itself humanity doesn’t deserve the gift of existence. You, you who carried the messages of our Father, you must feel its insincerity with all your senses.”

Lucifer lifted his hand. It extended between them, palm cupped in welcome.

“Join me, brother. We can make things right again. Put them back as they were.”

Gabriel stared at the hand. He felt the mask of the Trickster slipping away. When he spoke, it was pure angel.

“Lucifer, brother, no.”

The hand fell away.

“You can’t remain neutral forever.” Lucifer’s voice was sad and manipulative. “The time will come when you must choose a side.”

Gabriel took three steps, and framed Lucifer’s face with his hands. He felt the Grace of his brother burning inside its vessel, burning the soul trapped within away into nothingness. Knowledge came, hard, fast, and as gentle as the first sight of his Father. It was the reason why he never took a human vessel, the reason he survived as he did.

Gabriel spoke, “I have a side.”

Lucifer made no move to strike, but Gabriel felt his anger and potential for destruction coiling. “You own side is not a side.”

“No. Even now, you fail to understand.” Gabriel leaned his forehead against his brother’s in an ancient gesture. “I have always been on a side. It’s not mine. It’s not Heaven’s.”

Lucifer’s arms came up to embrace him, but Gabriel stepped away.

“And it’s not yours.”

Gabriel spread his wings, broke the symbols that bound him there, and flew away.

He wasn’t running.


“What’s wrong with you?” Sam threw his arms up in exasperation.

Gabriel shrugged and absently picked a piece of demon out of Castiel’s hair, “Middle child syndrome?”


Sam knew this day. He dreamed of it.

Lucifer stood before him.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Sam.” Lucifer gestured to his assembled army of demons, fallen angels, horseman, and nightmares. “Together we can make this end a quiet one. An act of mercy for a race that eats away at itself.”

Sam thought back. He remembered his father’s harsh disappointment, his brother’s destructive loyalty, and his string of failed rebellions. They have led him back to this point, this moment in his life that was set in motion years before his birth.

Castiel never found God. Gabriel had a few words with him one night, after his latest failure, and Castiel stopped looking all together. Sam didn’t ask why, but he thought he knew.

God didn’t help rappers win awards. He didn’t save starving children, cause floods, or help crops grow. If God was still around, he wasn’t getting involved. And maybe that was the best thing He had ever done.

And He wasn’t the first father to skip out of a fight instead of killing his children.

Yes, there was a touch of fate in the universe. For such things to pass fate was needed, but with fate came a fuck ton of free will, and that could kick fate’s ass any day. Sam agreed to things because he wanted to. His choices have always been his own.

They have led him here; they don’t define him.

Sam breathed deeply, and looked Lucifer in the eye. He said the words.

“You and your daddy issues can suck my cock.”


The night before, Gabriel leaned over and kissed Sam, slow and steady. His mouth was warm. He pulled away and looked down at him, lips quirked in a way that was different from his ever-present smirk. Its curve softer, sadder. Bare.

“I don’t love you either.”

Sam laughed.


Posted by: Miya Tenaka (miya_morana)
Posted at: December 29th, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)

If this is all entangled_now's falt, then I love her even more than I already did! This is absolutely beautiful, you know? A rel work of art! I love how you presented the parallels between sam's and Gabriel's lives at the beginning, and the Gabriel doesn't take human vessels because he respects his Father's creation too much for that.

I'm curious about how you came up with Pompa Gira as Gab's vessel. I had never heard of her. The little description I could find ("promiscuous, talkative and vulgar") seems to suite our archangel very well. :P

Again, amazing fic.

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 02:16 am (UTC)

That's very kind of you to say! Thank you so much.

As for Pomba Gira, I wish I could claim that I've very intelligent and all that, but I really just googled Tricksters and found a wikipedia article about her.

I'm glad you enjoyed my fic! Thanks for reading!

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Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 02:17 am (UTC)

Hahaha! Glad you liked that. It was one of my favorite sections to write.

Thanks for reading!

Posted by: one traveller (b_b_banana)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 02:40 am (UTC)

Oh, wow. I think I was a little put off by some grammar and spelling issues here and there but your use of the language I could tell from the beginning was going to be phenomenal. I love how you fleshed out the characters, the way you gave Gabriel a backstory - it wasn't a history lesson, just the progression of his life, and it interested me as much as the Sam/Gabriel parts did. I loved the interactions with Lucifer and how much thought you put into what it means to be an angel. I love how the simplest phrases packed the biggest punch and this one in particular made my jaw drop:

And He wasn’t the first father to skip out of a fight instead of killing his children.

@____@ LOVELY.

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:06 am (UTC)

I'm glad you enjoyed it, despite the grammatical errors. I will definately read it over again and try to clean it up. Thanks!

Posted by: Nora Norwich (norwich36)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 04:50 am (UTC)

Sam's response to Lucifer made me laugh out loud. And I love your Gabriel.

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:07 am (UTC)

I'm happy that line worked! It was a bit of a vulgar push that I'm not sure Sam has in him, but I really wanted him to channel his inner Winchester and stand up for himself. Thanks for reading!

Posted by: Ne invoces expellere non possis (kijikun)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 05:19 am (UTC)
Gabriel/sam by andrea_deer

This is amazing. So many things I love and I don't even know where to start. I love the paralleling of Sam and Gabriel's lives, the history you created for Gabriel.

“I don’t love you,” Sam protested, pushing deep into Gabriel’s body. Gabriel tugged on his hair again, pulling him into a slow kiss that fractured something inside Sam. He sucked on Sam’s tongue briefly before releasing his mouth with a wet, obscene sound.

“You’re right,” he gasped, his face flushed pink, lips swollen, eyes blown. “This means nothing.”

God I love this part right here. So damn perfect. And the way you touched back on it at the end.


Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:27 am (UTC)

I'm so happy you enjoyed it! And I'm glad that scene worked. It's always hard for me to write sexy stuff because I never find my own writing sexy. So I'm always left glaring at it and hoping it works out in the end. Also, I'm really happy a tree didn't fall on my house while I wrote about an archangel having sex.

Thanks for your lovely comment!

Posted by: { embracing the storm } (mithrel)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 08:19 am (UTC)
SPN: Sam/Gabe

BWAHAHA! Deny it all you want, boys, we know the truth! This was awesome, and exactly how I see their relationship. The whole thing was great, but I think my favorite bit (besides Sam telling Lucifer to suck his cock) was:

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam threw his arms up in exasperation.

Gabriel shrugged and absently picked a piece of demon out of Castiel’s hair, “Middle child syndrome?”
because it's just so random, and so something he'd say.

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:15 am (UTC)

Thank you for your lovely comments! I'm glad you enjoyed Sam's line to Lucifer; I wasn't sure if it would come off the way I wanted it to. But the line you quoted was my favorite bit to write, so I'm really \0/ you liked it.

Posted by: Tangles (entangled_now)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 10:00 am (UTC)

I will take the blame for this gladly because it's brilliant. I loved the way you unfolded their histories and then blended them together, and I love what you did with Gabriel's history, making him feel strange and alien but detailed and very real as well. Then when you brought them together and they fit but both fought against it. That completely worked for me.

Also, it made me laugh too :D


Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:17 am (UTC)

My brain can't come up with anything more coherent than this:


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Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:18 am (UTC)

That's very kind of you to say! Thanks for reading!

Posted by: Polo Molo (slartibartfast)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 11:26 am (UTC)
Gabriel upturned

Holy fuck (literally). This is hands-down the best Gabriel-centric fic I've ever read. And considering I spend a lot of time reading them lately, that's a big compliment. <3

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:19 am (UTC)

That's so sweet of you! Thank you. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. I will definately take your compliment and file it away. Thanks again!

Posted by: She that is Me (sweetsyren)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 12:14 pm (UTC)
SPN - Sam/Gabriel

Beautiful. That's all I can say about that.

Great job :)

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:20 am (UTC)

Thank you! I'm really happy you enjoyed it!

Posted by: Lou (quantumdoll)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 03:57 pm (UTC)

Wow, this was just beautifully written. I loved your take on Gabriel's past and how he eventually became a Trickster. Also, the ending between Sam and Gabriel was just lovely!

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Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:22 am (UTC)

Thank you!

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:21 am (UTC)

Thank you for reading! I'm really glad you enjoyed my little spin on Gabriel's character. I felt a little strange, writing about an archangel. I kept waiting for a tree to fall on my house or something. Thanks for your compliments!

Posted by: you all know me (ladyoneill)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 05:49 pm (UTC)
good job

This was wonderful. I loved all the back and forth, and your idea of how Gabriel became the trickster. Sam's blow-off of Lucifer was perfect. Great story!

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:23 am (UTC)

I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was a bit strange to write about angels and the devil, but I'm glad it worked out in the end (and a tree didn't fall on my house). Thanks for reading!

Posted by: Passive Aggressive Heterophobe (juanitatequila)
Posted at: December 30th, 2009 09:35 pm (UTC)

Loved the back and forth between Sam and Gabe, and the inclusion of how Gabe became the Trickster was very interesting. :D!

Sam and Gabe's relationship was so cute too, especially the end. :3

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: December 31st, 2009 02:24 am (UTC)

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the story.

Posted by: aforestlight (aforestlight)
Posted at: January 2nd, 2010 03:35 am (UTC)
disney up

I've probably only seen one full episode of Supernatural but have a pretty good understanding of the characters/plot, but I really enjoyed this fic as well as your writing style!

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: January 24th, 2010 08:34 pm (UTC)

Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

Posted by: the perpetual Sam/Tron machine (shirozora)
Posted at: January 23rd, 2010 07:44 am (UTC)
Sam Winchester - serious AND pretty

You just converted me to Sam/Gabriel.

Holy hell, goddamn, and hot damn.

Posted by: auntie_climatic (auntie_climatic)
Posted at: January 24th, 2010 08:36 pm (UTC)

Wow! What a complement. Thank you very much! I just love these two for some reason, and I'm more than happy to share the addiction. Welcome to the team!

Posted by: Stefanny (bellakitse)
Posted at: January 27th, 2010 12:37 am (UTC)

Wow. Just wow. This is brillant, I won't qoute cause I would be posting you whole story. But the moment that really stood out at me was the lucifer and gabriel part, when he lays his head against his brother, it's heartbreaking.

Posted by: independent of the apparatus of logic (inksheddings)
Posted at: February 27th, 2010 05:04 am (UTC)


Posted by: Sheron (sheron)
Posted at: May 2nd, 2010 05:31 pm (UTC)

I love their I don't love yous. :)

Posted by: lonelyphoenix85 (lonelyphoenix85)
Posted at: September 30th, 2010 03:48 am (UTC)

Awesome story!

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam threw his arms up in exasperation.

Gabriel shrugged and absently picked a piece of demon out of Castiel’s hair, “Middle child syndrome?”

fantastic! seriously, actual tears of laughter here! *grins* and the 'I don't love you's - so perfect and sweet!


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