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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Gabriel/Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Weecest, valentines_day, Fluff, Angst, Jealousy, Sam_Has_Panic_Attacks,
      Rough_Sex, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-14 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3149
****** Cardboard Confession ******
by BabyBat_(demonprincess7)
Summary
     My collection of Valentine's Day fics
     1. Weecest- Sam can’t bare watching Dean celebrate Valentine’s Day
     with some dumb cheerleader. It just hurts too much.
     2. Sabriel- Sam hasn’t seen Gabriel in months. He’s expecting even
     Valentine’s Day to follow this trend of loneliness.
Notes
     Happy Valentine's Day!!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Weecest *****
It was dark in their room, but Sam didn't need to see to find what he was
looking for. Like his brother always slept with a gun under his pillow, Sam
kept this under his pillow, too. It was just as important and just as
potentially deadly. He kept beating himself up that he even made the damn
thing. It wasn't like he could ever use it. Dean would kill him if he ever
found out, never mind what Dad would do.
Sam felt like he was going to cry as he curled his fingers around the little
cardboard square. It was small and pathetic. He thought he was, too. Nothing
like the girls he would catch coming out of the janitor's closet with Dean...
or behind the bleachers or in the gym's supply room or the empty classroom on
the second floor or sometimes when Dad wasn't around, Dean would just bring
them back to the motel. Sam took a shaky breath. He would never be one of
Dean's girls.
Eventually, the boy fell asleep still clutching his secret in his small hand,
tears on his cheeks.
When Dean woke him up the next morning, he was a typhoon of teenage angst. He
glared at his older brother who only laughed before he stomped off into the
bathroom. Sam looked in the mirror and told himself he wasn't going to cry
anymore. But he couldn't deal with the aching in his chest any longer. He had
to tell Dean the truth. It might only make things worse, but at least it would
be out there. It couldn't haunt him anymore if it wasn't the terrible and
deadly secret that it had become. He just had to decide how he was going to do
it.
The walk to school was miserable. Dean wouldn't stop talking about all the
girls asking him out for Valentine's Day. They all kept prying at him to see if
he had bought any of them gifts or if maybe he already had a date for the
holiday. Dean thought it was hilarious to watch them practically fighting to
get to him. Sam felt sick. He knew exactly how those girls felt. He felt like
he was fighting along side them.
Dean had clapped an arm around Sam's shoulder then and sighed. “It's great,
Sammy. There's nothin' better than chicks fighting over you.”
Sam couldn't say he agreed, but he hadn't exactly experienced it either.
“It'll be like this for you one day, too. When I'm out of school and you
finally lose all this baby fat,” He pinched Sam's cheek. “Us Winchesters are
just chick magnets.”
Sam ignored him and continued to pout as they trudged on. Dean seemed like he
wanted to ask Sam about his bad mood, but they had reached the school and
already there were two girls waiting for him in the parking lot. They squealed
when they saw him. Dean smiled and waved and tried to turn back to his brother,
but Sam pushed his arm away and hurried off. Dean let him go and went to greet
his fan girls.
Sam felt like he was going to pass out by the time he reached his locker. The
floor was spinning as he looked down at it. He leaned against the cheap metal
in front of him and caught his breath. He wasn't sure when he'd lost it in the
first place. Sam turned around and let the locker cool the skin on the back of
his neck. He could see Dean's locker from there. There were girls in
cheerleading uniforms shoving valentines in through the slats. Sam sighed and
stared down at his shoes. He wasn't going to cry anymore.
He didn't hear a word his teachers said all day. They were allowed time in each
class to pass out valentines if they wanted to. Sam collected a surprising
number of them. He did his best to smile and thank the girls that handed him a
valentine, but his heart wasn't in it. At the very least though, he felt a
little more desirable and little more confident. Maybe there was hope.
The end of the day came. Sam didn't even look in the direction of his brother's
locker as he stomped down the hall, book bag slung over one shoulder. He just
left. He didn't want to see Dean announcing which girl had won the grand prize
of a date with his brother.
He reached their motel room alone. Dean was probably already off to the movies.
Probably already had his hand up a cheerleader's skirt. Sam wasn't going to cry
again. He dumped his school stuff on the floor. He dumped himself onto the
ratty loveseat that the motel thought was good enough to serve as a third bed.
Sam pulled that little piece of cardboard from his back pocket. It was white
cardboard cut off a shoe box he'd found sitting at the top of the trash can. He
couldn't afford to buy a valentine. He thought buying a box of Scooby-Doo
themed valentines would be a little childish anyway. So a little piece of white
cardboard and a red sharpie had to do. It was simple, but Sam thought it was
nice. It looked a little more meaningful than the valentines he'd gotten at
school. It was more meaningful.
Sam tossed it onto the coffee table and went into the bathroom. He needed to
calm himself down. He felt a little bit like he was dying. Like at any moment
his pounding heart was just going to quit, but he didn't know where the feeling
was coming from. He gripped the cool edge of the sink and found that it helped
him to ground himself. He closed his eyes and tried to shut out his thoughts,
but they were so noisy.
He jumped when the door opened. “Sammy!” his brother yelled.
The last thing Sam wanted to do was go out there and face his brother, but he
knew Dean wasn't going to leave until he talked to him. That voice meant
business.
Sam made sure he didn't look as sick as he felt before he stepped out of the
bathroom. That healthy facade couldn't have lasted though when he saw his
brother. Dean was holding his homemade valentine.
“What's this?” He must have seen his name on the front and picked it up. Sam's
blood went cold. Everything was spinning again. “'Be my Valentine'. That's
cute, Sammy.”
He thought it was a joke. He could have just laughed it off. He could just keep
pretending... but it hurt too much. Sam stared down at the stained carpet under
his feet. “I- I made that for you... I mean it, Dean.”
“You mean what?”
“I mean I... I want you to be my Valentine. F-for real.”
“Sammy...” Dean sounded uncertain. “This isn't you being jealous because I've
been spending more time with those girls than you is it? Because they don't
mean anything to me. We're gonna move away again and I'm gonna forget about all
of them. I'm not even gonna call them. Probably won't even tell them I'm
leaving.”
Sam didn't say anything. Tears were welling in his eyes. He tried to hold them
back.
“You don't have to be jealous of them, Sam. Seriously, they're nothing.” Dean
rubbed the back of his neck. “If you want I- I'll cancel my date tonight and we
can stay in. We can watch some cheap horror movies or I'll even let you watch a
chick flick if you want. Just... just tell me what you want me to do.”
Sam didn't look up from the floor. “I want you to kiss me,” he said quietly.
Dean sighed. “Why? Because you think you have to so I won't go out with those
girls? That's not- I mean I don't care if I just stay here... I mean... I'm
sorry I made you think I didn't care about you or whatever it's just
Valentine's Day they all get crazy about it and they're all over me and-”
Sam looked up, glaring at his brother. “And you love it, I know. You love all
those girls fighting over you, but you don't even care about them. Don't
pretend you care about me, too!”
“Of course I do!” Dean was angry now, like Sam had offended him in some way.
“But you're not listening to me!” His hands balled into fists, his frustration
turning physical.
“You're not saying anything!”
Sam took a deep breath. “I love you, Dean.”
“Yeah... I love you too, Sammy.”
Sam shook his head and tried again. “I love you, Dean.” He blinked his wet
eyelashes up at his brother. “Be my Valentine. Not some stupid girl's. Dean,
please,” his voice broke and he wrapped his arms around himself feeling
vulnerable.
There was a pause before his brother spoke. “Yeah, Sammy, okay,” Dean said
quietly. “Whatever you want.”
“I want you to want me, too.”
“I do, Sammy.”
Sam sobbed and hugged himself tighter. He couldn't stop the tears now.
Dean knelt down and pulled his brother into his arms. He stroked his hair and
placed gentle kisses on his forehead. “I'm right here, Sammy. I'll be your
Valentine.”
A shaky laugh escaped him. “You mean it?”
“Yeah, baby. I love you, too.”
Sam snuggled deeper into his brother's arms. His hands clutched Dean's sides.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Sam looked up at him. He took in the worry and the love on his brother's face.
His eyes fell on Dean's plush lips, soft and inviting. Then, his big brother
finally bent his head down and pressed his lips to Sam's.
Sam felt like he wanted to cry again, but he was happy this time.
Dean was a damn good kisser. Sam wasn't as practiced, but he copied his brother
as their kiss grew deeper. Both of them moaning and trying to pull the other
closer. Sam felt like they were trying to consume each other souls. It felt
good. It felt right and perfect and exactly the way Sam had wanted it to. They
just kept kissing. All night long.
Eventually they got up off the floor, red cheeks, swollen lips, and messy hair,
to put on a movie. A terrible, sappy, Hallmark Valentine's Day movie. But they
didn't see much of it. And when they went to bed, they curled up under the same
blanket, fingers entwined. As Sam's eyes grew heavy, Dean was still there
pressing light kisses to his lips. Sam smiled and fell asleep feeling like he
was finally where he belonged.
***** Sabriel *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam hasn’t seen Gabriel in months. He’s expecting even Valentine’s
     Day to follow this trend of loneliness.
Dean was gone for Valentine's Day, his favorite holiday as he had been
reminding his brother all day, leaving Sam alone in a dingy motel room. His
brother had joked that Skinemax would make almost as good a Valentine's Day
date if his brother was so inclined. But Sam had a real boy friend somewhere
out there. He just didn't know where Gabriel was. It had been months since he'd
seen him.
Sam sighed and laid across the bed. He was bored, he was lonely, and he was
worried about Gabriel. The angel didn't respond to his prayers or his phone
calls. Maybe he should do has brother suggested.
Sam turned on the TV and flipped through the paid channels until he found
something that didn't sound horribly creepy and potentially illegal. He cringed
a bit at thought of watching his brother's favorite porn series, Casa Erotica,
but his dick didn't care much about his brother. Sam agreed to pay the fee and
sat down to watch.
The camera panned across a large empty bedroom until it stopped on a woman
standing in front of an on open balcony door. The wind blew her silk rope
around her, displaying the bare skin at the top of her thigh. She sighed
forlornly. “When will my love return from the war?”
The door behind her slammed against the wall as it opened. “I have returned my
love!” A man announced as he strode dramatically into the room. He then turned
and winked at the camera.
Sam sighed as he looked at that man. He rolled his eyes. “Gabriel.”
The motel room door opened, slamming against the wall as it was flung. “I have
returned my love!” He slammed the door shut, somebody yelled for them to keep
it down, and strode across the room to grab Sam's hands and haul him to his
feet.
“Gabriel what the hell?”
“I thought you would be happy to see me,” the angel pouted.
“I am, but did I really have to pay twelve dollars for it?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “I'll reimburse you.” He didn't give Sam any more time
to ask questions. He pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss, pulling Sam down on
top of him as he fell back onto the bed.
Sam didn't let himself waste any more time either. His teeth tore at Gabriel's
bottom lip, kissing him rough, almost painful as he shoved away Gabriel's
jacket. Gabriel was all smiles, letting Sam strip him and kiss him how he
wanted. Sam's teeth were at his neck as he shoved off Gabriel's jeans to find
only bare skin underneath. Gabriel kicked away his shoes and pants and shimmied
up to the bed to get Sam completely on top of him.
Sam wasn't making it easy to get his own clothes off of him. He was busy
kissing a line down Gabriel's chest, biting and teasing at his nipples. Gabriel
had no complaints, but he wanted a good look at Sam Winchester's damn perfect
body. Good thing he was an angel. Sam's clothes came off with a snap of his
fingers. Sam didn't even flinch.
Gabriel sat up to get a good look at those well muscled shoulders and Sam went
down, kissing and biting Gabriel's hips down like a hungry animal.
“I see you missed me,” Gabriel grinned. “I'll have to make a habit of
disappearing for months.”
“Don't you dare,” Sam breathed, pausing only for a second before continuing
down, licking and biting the inside of Gabriel's thigh.
Gabriel sighed, “Oh, Sammy. You're gonna put that mouth other places too,
right?”
Sam bit him a little too hard in response.
“Fine, you do what you wanna do.” He licked his lips watching his boy friend
mark every inch of his skin. Sam finally had enough and shoved Gabriel's legs
up, bent at the knee. The tip of his tongue ran softly from the back of his
knee down his thigh. Sam's hand found Gabriel's ass, he squeezed the plump
flesh, spreading him open to his tight, puckered, hole.
He looked up at Gabriel as his hot tongue laved over his entrance. Gabriel
moaned and let himself drop back onto the bed. “Sammy.” His fingers tangled in
Sam's long hair and he rolled his hips up into Sam's face. “Yeah, Sammy. Eat me
out. Just like that,” he encouraged.
Sam licked at Gabriel's hole, coaxing it open and getting it sloppy wet. He
slowly slipped a finger inside.
Gabriel moaned, “Tell me you've got something bigger for me.”
“You know I do. You got lube?”
“You know I do.”
Gabriel passed Sam a bottle, he presumably pulled from thin air. Sam popped the
cap and paused when he caught the sweet scent. “Is this...” He read the label
on the rainbow colored tube. “Skittles flavored lube?” There seemed to be every
flavor of Skittles layered within the tube.
“I wanted you to taste the rainbow, Sammy.”
“I'm not going to respond to that. I'm just going to shove my fingers in your
ass.”
“Fair enough.”
Sam would have been lying to himself if he said he didn't enjoy it. He gently
coaxed two fingers into Gabriel's hole, cherry lube slicking the way. He kept
licking around his fingers wriggling his tongue around the opening.
“Come on, moosey,” Gabriel fussed. “Quiet teasing me. Thought I was gonna get
dicked.”
“Oh, you're gonna get it alright.” Sam climbed up over his boyfriend, shaking
the hair out of his eyes. He grabbed Gabriel's legs around the back of the
knee. The head of his cock bumped against Gabriel's wet hole. He pushed in
slowly as he leaned down to catch the angel's lips in a rough kiss.
Gabriel's hands wrapped around Sam's biceps and pushed him over, rolling so
that he was on top. “I've waited too long to get this monster in my ass.”
Gabriel gripped Sam's cock, holding it while he slowly sunk down. Sam eyes
rolled back in his head and forgot how to breathe. He dug his fingers into
Gabriel's hips.
“Shit, Gabriel,” he hissed.
Gabriel groaned. “Forgot how fucking big you were. I can feel it in my fucking
throat.” Gabriel didn't hesitate to start riding him, moving at a pace no human
could have managed so quickly and with something so big inside them.
“Gabriel,” Sam panted.
“You sound winded, Sammy. I'm the one doing all the work,” the angel teased.
Sam flipped them back over again, driving the air from Gabriel's lung as he
plowed his cock into him. “Better?”
“Atta boy, knew you had it in you.”
Sam set a ruthless pace, not leaving any room for Gabriel's taunting. This
spurred the angel to clench around his cock making it a game to see who would
cum first. Sam wasn't one to lose, even if the angel could potentially hold out
for ever. He pulled Gabriel's legs up over his shoulders, pushing deeper,
seeking out the angel's prostate.
He knew when he found it from the way Gabriel moaned and his legs squeezed
around his neck. Sam angled his cock to keep brushing over Gabriel's prostate.
He watched the angel slowly losing his composure, panting and drooling and
moaning his name. He felt that rush that always came from watching this
powerful being, this archangel come apart beneath him. Sam grit his teeth
trying to hold off until finally Gabriel screamed his orgasm, his ass clenching
so impossibly tight that Sam couldn't move, could only cum with him, filling
his boy friend's ass with his cum.
Sam pulled out and dropped down beside Gabriel. He wrapped an arm around
Gabriel's chest and places soft kisses over his shoulder and up the side of his
neck until Gabriel turned his head to meet his lips. The kiss lasted up until
Sam heard the noise coming from the TV and laughter erupted from his chest.
He looked at the screen where Gabriel, the lover who returned from the war, was
fucking the overly enthusiastic woman in the robe. Sam nearly died when the
angel had the audacity to wink at the camera and mouth his name.
Sam smacked his boy friend's chest. “You're an asshole, do you know that?”
Gabriel laughed. “But I'm your asshole, baby.”
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