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potatokingqueen · 9 months
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Pregnant Sam Winchester
I started rewatching supernatural, I'm having a great time!!
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oops-i-write · 10 months
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[sabriel ficlet]
Sam takes a few more steps until he realizes that Gabriel is not by his side. He turns around and there he is, squatting on a reasonable distance from a stray cat.
Sam rolls his eyes a bit and just waits. There's no point in trying to hurry Gabriel, they've been through this and a short man will move only when he wants to.
"Pspsps," Gabriel says and grins wide when a cat lazily turns it's head towards him.
Gabriel makes sure cat looks at him and blinks slowly. Ever since he learned that this presumably is the equivalent of a kiss, he's bugging literally every stray cat he meets.
Sam can't help a warm smile that spreads across his face. Gabriel makes a few more attempts and when the cat blinks slowly in return he basically bounces on his feet, turns to Sam with shining eyes, looking like a kid on a Christmas morning. Sam's heart flutters.
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goldenphoenix4 · 4 months
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GABRIEL???
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spnsabrielbang2023 · 10 months
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SPN Sabriel Bang 2023 Masterlist
Thanks for accompanying us on this wild ride, all! Here's the masterlist for this year's submissions.
You can also fill out this form to get on the mailing list for next year!
1. broken dreams
Author: @gay-destiel Artist: @golby-moon
when gabriel is rescued from hell, his wings are torn. to heal them, they need ingredients, one of which is closely guarded by a prince of hell. belial. gabe grapples with trauma while sam does his best to protect him.
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2. The Look In Your Eyes
Author: @archangelgabriellives Artists: @sagee-stuffs, @i-love-you-but-in-spanish
A strange new painting finds its way to the Singer Art Museum, and Sam Winchester feels a strange connection to it. Who is the man in the painting with the golden eyes, and who else knows that its been found?
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Art by Sage
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3. Lucifer of the Opera
Author: @ladyknightskye Artists: @sagee-stuffs, @mellow-memuries
Annoyed with his brother, Gabriel asks God to help him weave a prank for his older brother. Lucifer must act out the story of The Phantom of the Opera in order to escape his prison in the basement of a theater. But when Sam and Dean show up - and Dean is caught up in the spell on Lucifer - Gabriel ends up enlisting Sam's help in trying to mitigate the disaster looming on the horizon.
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4. Lost in Translation
Author: @leatafandom Artist: @lucathepanman
When Sam’s churning soul was jammed back into his body after over a thousand years of being incorporeal, the wall of Death's design had never stood a chance against the changes Sam's soul had undergone to survive the Cage. Upon waking, Sam struggles with being able to cope with the drastic change from being ethereal to being part of the physical world and the strangers he is greeted with. His memories of the human world were absent upon waking within his body. Sam doesn't know how he had ever been part of the physical world, nor how to carve out a spot within it like the youngest archangel had managed to. His empowered soul was lost without the memories of his human life, and he was unsure who to turn to in a world full of strangers that tried to imprison him.
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5. Bound
Author: @aayo-whatt Artist: @dustghoul
Gabriel chuckles, genuinely smiling for the first time in an age, "Sam, the only thing you've done is make me fall head over heels for you. And I finally thought I should tell you how far I've fallen."
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6. Dante's Peak
Author: @cheerfulripley Artist: @rezal-art
Sam is a Volcanologist and Gabriel is the mayor of the town who's idyllic little home changes from heaven to hell overnight when the dormant Volcano next door wakes up!
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Author: @nonbinary-witch-sam Artist: @as-lost-as-sams-shoe
The moment the binds went loose, Sam was up, rushing to his lover's body. He was crying, begging Gabriel to wake up, for this all to be a nightmare or a trick. but, he didn't wake up. Gabriel was dead. Sam slowly lifted his head, looking at Lucifer with grief-stricken fury as the surviving archangel went to walk away. "I will kill you before I ever say yes." he vowed, "you will never fight Michael. you will never possess me. I will string up your lifeless body like a puppet and make an example out of you, Lucifer." Gabriel, the real Gabriel, stood quietly behind one of the walls, listening intently to his lover swearing revenge as he tucked his ring into his pocket with a solemn expression.  "I'm sorry, Sam." He whispered before vanishing.
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8. Atlas Shattered
Author: mukur0 Artist: @katfixation
After spending humanity's entire history stacking his own hand, Gabriel just can't win. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, too wounded to move faster than his own feet can carry him and too scared to start up where he and Sam had left off before that night at the Elysian Fields hotel, you'd think he'd welcome the chance to hide out in a gross motel room rather than face whatever might be stalking a downed archangel. Too bad for him, he'd almost prefer it over being caught in close quarters with a Winchester who just fucking wants to talk.
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9. The Tales Grow Taller On Down The Line
Author: @ladylilithprime Artist: @alexiescherryslurpy
When Bobby Singer got the call from Dean Winchester - "This case is weird even for us and Sam's been compromised, we need help!" - he had expected the hunt to be unusual but still fairly straightforward. Being introduced to Loki, the Norse god of mischief and patron of tricksters, and being told the pagan was Sam's soulmate? Definitely not so straightforward!
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10. Carry On (Nothing Equals the Splendour)
Author: @hobbyistauthor Artist: @bakh-meliorism
The New God decides to be hands-on just one last time: there's a specific Winchester—still alive, always in grief—and one particular lost Archangel—whose graveyard didn't fight much to keep him dead—that could really use one of his miracles. To Sam, healing and hope looks like candy in every room of the Bunker and eyes like sunbeams-through-whiskey. To Gabriel, being Graceless yet still wanted gives him time to discover who he is, and who he wants to be.
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11. The Trickster Fic
Author: @deadsuburbia Artist: @raaflingdraws
After being stabbed by his brother, Gabriel makes a last-ditch attempt to play a trick on Death itself. He reaches out to Sam Winchester, the only person who would ever look his way after his lifetime of trickery, and begs for help. Taking pity on the angel who played a God, Sam beams himself directly into Gabriel’s mind. The Trickster Fic retells the story of Gabriel from his own perspective: why he turned out the way that he did in his lifetime that spanned over a thousand years. In his very last moments, Gabriel is forced to come face-to-face with the consequences of his running, his cowardice, his own nihlism. Sam has to ask the question: can Gabriel be saved?
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holydean · 2 years
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give them sweaters and make them kiss as i always say. happy pride!
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lord-angelfish · 1 year
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SPN Sabriel Bang 2023 interest check!
Hey there, everyone! Since the Sabriel Big Bang doesn't seem to be running this year, I, Cat @archangelsammy, and our friend Sage have decided to run our own Sabriel bang for this year. We've just started putting it all together, so here's the interest check form!
There's just a few questions, so please fill this out if you want to be notified when we start posting!
Edit: signups are open on the bang account, @spnsabrielbang!
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film-in-my-soul · 6 months
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The NaNo struggle is real today, so I'm nabbing @adiduck's game to help get at least some words written.
trope & a sentence - ask game
send in a trope you like and a sentence and I'll write a few paragraphs for any of these ships:
Iceman/Maverick (Top Gun)
Hangman/Rooster (Top Gun)
Stiles/Derek (Teen Wolf)
Steve/Bucky (Captain America)
Rodney/Sheppard (Stargate Atlantis)
Steve/Eddie (Stranger Things)
Hob/Dream (The Sandman)
Dean/Castiel (Supernatural)
Sam/Gabriel (Supernatural)
Buck/Eddie (9-1-1)
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Had the most horrible idea.
Gabriel would be the most “hello fellow kids,” out of everyone. Like he would try to stay relevant with trends and crap and he would 100% try to master the slang because he’s just so interested in the ever evolving colloquialisms.
He’d be in his lil’ bakery and saying “nah, nah, it’s chill, home-slice. No need to worry, I gotcha,” “DUDE! The DRIP today!! You rizzing someone up, man? What’s the deal?” And Sam’s just there, waiting to drive him home, horrified. Just like ‘did I… Did I marry that guy? Like THAT guy? Am I even sure?’
It’s perfect ❤️… I love them gnsbdbbf
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cure-reboot-old · 1 year
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you should write sabriel cuddling and gabriel braiding sam's hair <3
Let Me Care About You
Rating: Teen (mild gore, cussing) Word count: 2188 Content warnings: Canon-typical references to violence and injury Summary: Sam was badly injured on a hunt, and Gabriel is worried about him, though he doesn't want to show it for fear of being too vulnerable and pushing Sam away. Sam doesn't mind the attention. AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44140506
Gabriel stared at the rickety old bed Sam was laid out on in the infirmary, eyebrows furrowed, an uncomfortable feeling in his chest that he couldn’t quite figure out. 
It felt… Restricting, his feet wanted to move, but he didn’t; he would rather not get any closer than he had to, because Sam was just… No, no, no, absolutely not; Sam Winchester was, well, Sam Winchester, which meant he was off-limits. 
But why, he asked himself, just because he was supposed to be Lucifer’s vessel? Well, Lucifer was dead now, so it wasn’t like he had any use for a corporeal body, and the thought of Sam being in that role made Gabriel’s skin crawl. He loved his brother dearly, but he would wish him upon absolutely no one except maybe Asmodeus; he would be getting popcorn for watching an interaction between those two. (As long as he was as far away from them as possible, of course.)
His hands gripped the railing near the stairs hard enough for his vessel’s knuckles to pale and whiten entirely; the metal creaked under the force of his celestial strength and discomfort. 
Gabriel just wanted to sit with him.
Would that be so bad?
Of course, it would be because if he allowed himself to latch himself to Sam, to stand next to him all the time like he wanted, to hold him, to… Well, he would be royally fucked. Sam wouldn’t want him, Sam would call him weird, he would avoid Gabriel like the plague, and then their relationship would be ruined like every other good thing the archangel ever had in his life. 
It just wasn’t worth it, he decided, and let go of the railing to retreat out of the infirmary quietly.
“Gabriel?”
Don’t turn back. Don’t even look at him. Pretend you didn’t hear him. 
“Hey, wait.”
Fuck.
Gabriel slowly turned on his heel, putting on his best show business face. “Good morning, Samshine! Feeling any better?”
Sam blinked, seeming to be very slowly registering that question. “I don’t know. I got knocked out pretty fast before the rest of it. My leg burns like hell, but I guess it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever felt.”
“I hate to break it to you, but Dean administered a pretty heavy dose of morphine. I don’t think you want to see your leg right now.”
“Oh. I guess that’s why my head is fuzzy. Is it really that bad?”
“Yes, Sam, it’s that bad; that hellhound basically put you in a blender. You’re lucky it doesn’t have to be amputated, you know.”
“...Wait,” Sam muttered, and Gabriel could feel his wings bristle. He really hoped Sam didn’t remember that- “That hellhound… Gabriel, my leg was gone.” -Dammit. 
“Yes, and now it’s back; stranger things have happened.”
“Did someone reattach it?” Sam asked, sounding almost… Scared. 
“Uh… Yep, that would have been me.” Gabriel replied, unable to look directly at the hunter. “...Didn’t have enough grace to fully fix it, but… Hey, a gory leg is better than no leg at all.”
“Gabriel, you don’t have to talk to me from all the way over there, you know.” 
“I’m fine where I am.”
“C’mere.”
“...Okay, princess.” Gabriel retorted, but did as he was asked, making his way down the steps, stopping about two feet from the bed. 
Sam looked like shit. He was pale, his eyes were partially unfocused, his hair was a mess, and the bags under his eyes were far deeper and more pronounced than usual. It made Gabriel feel guilty that he couldn’t fully heal the hunter; he felt weak, like he had failed the man who had saved him. 
How could he ever repay Sam for his hospitality after being rescued from hell like this? With no grace, and an inability to properly sort through his own feelings, he deserved far better than Gabriel-
His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet “thank you, Gabriel.” It broke him.
Tears stung the archangel’s eyes, threatening to fall against his will and humiliate him. 
Even in his semi-delirious state, Sam could tell Gabriel was about to cry. “Gabe? Hey, what’s wrong?”
Gabriel took in a deep breath, letting it out with a shaking voice. “...I thought you were going to die.”
It hit Sam at that moment that Gabriel had been afraid, and he still was, over a measly human like him. “You…” Slowly, Sam extended his hand out to the angel. “Come sit down.”
“Where?”
“On the bed.”
It wasn’t like he never lied, but he would be a liar if he said he didn’t just want to wrap Sam up in his arms and hold him like he was the most precious thing in the world because, to Gabriel, he was. 
So he sat down, since it would be as close as he was going to get. Still, he was only perched on the end, one leg still on the ground, the other balanced by his heel on the metal frame, up  against his chest. He was 50/50 on whether he should get back up or stay, and it showed. 
“Talk to me, Gabe.” Sam requested, focusing on his friend as much as he could with how exhausted he was. 
“Talk to you? What do you want me to say? I’m not going to say what I just told you a second time; it’s embarrassing, you know.”
“I’m the only person here. You don’t have to hide that sort of thing from me.”
“Of course, I have to hide it from you!” Gabriel snapped, refusing to meet Sam’s tired eyes. “I respect you too much to be throwing my stupid emotions at your feet for you to pick up!”
“You’re not ‘throwing your emotions at my feet,’ Gabriel, I’m asking for them.”
He paused, not having expected that response. “...Then you’re missing a pretty vital organ in your skull.”
“Are you calling me stupid?” Sam asked, laughing softly.
“No! Yes… Maybe. Not stupid like intellectually, but stupid like… Stubborn. You already patched me up after… After Asmodeus, and I haven’t even paid you back yet, I don’t want to give you more crap. I don’t want to keep owing you.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“You’re such a liar!”
“I don’t want anything from you, Gabe. I want you to be comfortable, I want you to feel safe here, you have no obligations except, I dunno, not breaking stuff.”
“Already screwed that one up several times,” Gabriel muttered.
“So you’re the one who broke the mug?”
“Maybe… But I’ll replace it. I should go replace it. I’m gonna go replace it now.” He said hurriedly, placing his other leg down to leave. 
Then he felt something around his wrist, a hand, Sam’s hand. It was warm and strong; they were still those same hands that cut the wire from his mouth, that carried him back to his room those nights, that pulled his stubborn ass out of Apocalypse World. They were strong and calloused but still gentle, and it made him freeze in his tracks. 
“It’s just a mug,” Sam assured. “It was cheap and ceramic, and we’ve had it for years. It already had a crack in it. Please, Gabriel, stop trying to run from me; I care about you.”
There was a long period of silence, the archangel fixated on looking anywhere but the hunter, until his other hand came up to gently guide his face back to him. 
Gabriel let him do so, though if it had been anyone else, they would be dead. Tears were streaming down his face; he just couldn’t get them to stop. He hated it.
“That night when I said I needed you, I meant it. I still do; I wasn’t just saying that to get you out of your trance.”
“Maybe you need me, but you don’t want me, Sam. I’m too much.”
Sam’s hands moved from Gabriel’s cheek and wrist to his back, pulling him into a hug. “I know ‘too much’ when I see it, and it’s not you. If it were, I wouldn’t have been taking care of you after you escaped.”
Gabriel let out a sob against the hunter’s chest, slowly allowing himself to return the embrace. “You’re making it so hard not to get attached to you, you know,” He all but whimpered. There was so much pain in his voice. 
“Just take it easy, man; not everything has to be such a fight. Let me care about you.”
For once in his life, Gabriel couldn’t think of what to say, so he just stayed quiet and listened to Sam’s heartbeat. A heartbeat he was so damn grateful he could still hear. 
Neither of them let go of the other, taking comfort in the warmth and the silence around them.
After a while, Sam felt heavier, and his grip loosened, leading Gabriel to deduce he had fallen asleep. 
As careful as possible so as not to wake him, he laid the hunter back down and pulled up the blanket.
Hesitantly, he brushed a few loose strands of hair from Sam’s face, a barely-there smile on his lips. Even when he was injured and exhausted, he was absolutely gorgeous; there was just no denying that. 
Sam then mumbled something incoherent before tugging Gabriel down by the collar of his jacket and wrapping his arm around him.
“What did you say?” Gabriel chuckled.
“I said lay down…” 
That was it. He was smitten, and there was no going back now. 
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Over the course of the next few days, Gabriel continued to visit Sam, getting more and more accustomed to expressing himself freely around him until, eventually, he was the one asking for cuddles. 
Right now, he was tucked into Sam’s side, watching the hunter quietly with sparkling eyes, pupils dilated.
“What are you looking at?”
“You.”
“Why?”
Gabriel blinked, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t reveal how he was feeling. “...Because…. You… Um… You have something on your face.”
Sam frowned, patting his skin to try and figure out what the archangel was referring to. “I do? Where?”
“...It’s gone now! You got it!” Gabriel said hurriedly, averting his gaze so as not to incriminate himself.
Sam wasn’t buying it. “There wasn’t anything on my face. What were you looking at?”
“...You…” The archangel muttered, not loud enough for even himself to hear correctly, and Sam made a face. 
“I can’t hear you.”
“...You! I was looking at you.” He huffed, still avoiding looking at the hunter but now hiding his face against the flannel of his companion’s shirt.
Sam’s face prickled with rosy heat; Gabriel was looking at him, just because? “For what?”
“What, I can’t look at you now?” Came the angel’s stubborn retort. 
“You’re allowed to look at me. I’m just curious.”
Instead of responding, Gabriel just reached up and started messing with Sam’s hair, refusing to elaborate as to what he was doing no matter how many times he was asked. The hunter eventually just accepted it and closed his eyes, not minding the feeling of the angel’s hands in his hair. It was nice. 
Gabriel worked tirelessly, fingers twisting around strands and looping sections around each other, even starting over a few times. He was hyperfocused, and ended up sitting several different ways, first in Sam’s arms, then behind him, then next to him, then on his lap, then back behind him again. 
The clock ticked away, and the hunter found himself dozing off now and again, though Gabriel moving around and pulling on his hair would wake him. 
After what felt like an eternity, he spoke. “Done!” 
Sam reached up to feel his hair, curious about it. “What did you do to it?”
“Viking braids. Shield Maiden braids, to be specific.”
Sam grabbed his phone from the table next to the bed and opened the camera, immediately smiling when he saw just what Gabriel had done with his hair.
It had been braided in sections, two smaller braids on each side stretching all the way back, with a larger braid on top and some hair left to flow freely underneath. “No one’s ever done my hair before… This is really cool, actually. Where did you learn to do this?”
“Hello, I was a Norse god for centuries? It wasn’t just for fun, and I picked up lots of traditions along the way to blend in better.”
Sam looked up at him, smiling, and Gabriel rested his chin on Sam’s head. “What?”
“What else do you know?”
“About Norse culture? Everything. I know things that aren’t even in any books. I know songs, hairstyles, recipes, building techniques, magic, people, slang; you name it.”
“...Do you miss Norway?”
“Of course I do… It was my home, but I can’t go back now; I killed Loki, and I’m sure all of his other family members and more hardcore worshippers are gonna be after me.”
Sam reached up, brushing Gabriel’s hair out of his face, and the archangel leaned into the touch like a cat. “Maybe you can teach me about it all someday.”
“I can do that.”
-End
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brizelizi · 1 year
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gabe got a moose as gift
more sabriel plzzzzz
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potatokingqueen · 9 months
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Mpreg Domestic Sastiel
I’m a multishipper so I also ship Destiel and Sabriel, so don’t be surprised if I draw some Sabriel too.
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spnsabrielbang2023 · 1 year
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Sign-ups for the SPN Sabriel Bang 2023 are now open!!
We finally made it! Thanks so much to everyone who's been reblogging our posts while we got everything together, we appreciate you all!
You can now sign up as an artist, beta-reader, OR writer by filling out the form here!
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And, if you're still deliberating, writer sign-ups run until April 15th, 2023 - there's plenty of time to still decide! And remember - our minimum word count is only 2k words for mini bang writers 👀 (And only 12k words for the big bang!)
If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to go check out our schedule and our FAQ and Rules - or, if you'd prefer; you can send us an ask or email us at [email protected]!
And, as always; reblogs to get the word out are incredibly appreciated!! We'd love to get the news circulating as far as we can 🤗
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rose-novak1999 · 1 year
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Can I ask someone for a drawing commission?
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Affection, affliction, obsession, whatever it is I got it gjsbdbdb
(This is in no way finished btw, just wanted to post lol)
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