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03 December 2010 @ 02:07 pm
[fanfic] The Advent of Sam (light Sam/Gabriel, PG)  
Title: The Advent of Sam
Author: tiptoe39
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel preslash
Rating: PG for brief innuendo/language
Summary: Someone is sending Sam gifts. Could it be... Santa Claus?
Author's note: Gift!fic for hils - beta'd by oddlyfamiliar - love you guys tons!

The Advent of Sam

"On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
a soul for my brother Sammy."

-- Sung by Dean Winchester, half to himself, half to the universe, before slamming the car door and stomping in the direction of the nearest and greasiest cheeseburger.

The first gift was a candy bar.

Sam had demolished half of it by the time Dean came in the door. Cheeks stuffed, chocolate smeared on his chin, Sam grinned at him. "Thanks for the snack!"

"Huh?" Dean squinted. "Did you buy that?"

"I thought you left it for me."

"No. Sam, have you been in my stash again?"

"Dude, no, of course not. It was sitting right here when I got back. I thought you'd grabbed me one when you were out earlier."

"Not me."

"Well, you want half?"

"Ew. No. You've French kissed that thing."

Sam shrugged and polished it off.

"It's the most paranoid tiiiiime of the year."
-- Sung by Sam Winchester, loudly, after interviewing a particularly shaken suspect.

Gift number two was booze.

The good kind, the expensive kind. The kind that had Dean suspicious of it the minute it arrived in the tiny basket full of little curls of ribbon and crinkled paper. Sam shrugged and opened it, and it didn't turn them into frogs or anything, but it did make them nice and drunk.

Drunk enough that Sam started babbling, in a happy slur, about certain things he'd done during the year they'd spent apart, things Dean didn't want to hear about at any stage of inebriation.

"And then I thought to myself, if Dean knew about this he'd probably puke!" Sam declared gaily, and Dean did just that.

"My nuts roasting on an open fire..."
-- Sung by Dean Winchester after a third consecutive night in the Impala because there was a sock on the door to the motel room.

Gift number three was a set of triplets. Buxom, bouncy triplets.

The good news was that Dean got to interrogate them.

"We were told to wait here," said Sallie.

"For the man who would rock our world," said Callie.

"By a little guy in a Santa hat," said Hallie.

The bad news was that Sam didn't seem to have trouble with the fact that they were all related. But then again, neither did they.

"Dashing through the snow
in a kick-ass Chevrolet
Off to Maine we go..."
"With a headache all the way!"

-- Sung by Sam Winchester, with a final line donated by Dean Winchester, somewhere on Route 95 North.

Gift number four was a kitten. Yeah, that's right, a squishy, fuzzy, big-eyed, attention-whoring, purring, whining, hissing kitten. Dean pretended it didn't exist. Sam cuddled it half to death.

"What should we call him?" Sam murmured from somewhere beneath the cottonball mountain of white fur. "We already had Bobby John. So... Mary Ellen? But it's a boy cat. Maybe I'll just call you Snowball! Because you look just like a big furry snowball. Isn't that right, Snowball?"

Dean was sure it was a bloodthirsty skinwalker left there to claw them all to death in their sleep. He stayed awake all night, waiting for the mangy thing to change. No such luck. It stayed there nuzzled into the crook of Sam's arm and purred nonstop all night long.

Somewhere in the midst of his constant annoyance, Dean realized that Sam was smiling at the kitty. Smiling. As though he felt something. Affection. Genuine caring. Emotion, maybe?

But then the kitten was, sadly, run over by a snowmobile that confused it for a very anemic snowman, and while Dean stared on in horror at the bloody, furry carcass, Sam just pouted and said, "Well, that sucks."

"Sammy the iceman
Is so creepy with no soul..."

-- Sung by Dean Winchester in an attempt to avoid mourning a kitten that never liked him anyway. By the way, there was something in his eye, so shut up.

There was no present waiting for them at the next motel, but Dean was certain that their mystery stalker would bring something by sooner or later. He stayed outside all night, and when he finally walked in, yawning, the next morning, Sam was sitting by the fireplace (fake, gas, motel-quality), typing away on a brand-new laptop. "Check this out!" he said. "All my bookmarks are pre-loaded, too!"

"Dude." Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "It doesn't freak you out that someone is breaking into your room and leaving you gifts?"

Sam shook his head. His face was that 10-year-old, stupid shade of blank that irritated Dean so much. "It's not like they're hurting anyone. Maybe someone has a crush on me. Or maybe it's Santa Claus." He laughed and gestured to the fireplace.

Dean stepped over, leaned his palms on the brick, and looked into the flames. Suddenly he kept remembering what Hallie had said about the guy in the Santa hat. The last time the two of them met a Santa, it had nearly turned them into blood pudding. He was starting to really fear the worst.

But he was also starting to feel like there was a pattern here. Something just beyond his understanding. And the urge to talk to their donor was starting to eclipse the urge to shoot him in the face.

"Si-i-i-lent night,
Bo-o-o-ring night..."

--Sung by Sam Winchester at 4 a.m. on a stakeout that proved fruitless

Gift No. 6 was a book.

Not just any book. The Stanford yearbook from 2005.

Sam was thumbing through it casually, occasionally chuckling to himself at a remembered joke or pointing his finger at a photograph of a place he remembered. "Dean," he said every few minutes, "Dean, have a look at this." He told a lot of stories about his college days, and Dean listened to each one, eager for a hint of nostalgia, some note that he was feeling more than just idle interest in a place and time that -- no matter how much Dean himself had resented it -- used to mean something to Sam.

And then he flipped a page and frowned.

"Take a look," he said, turning the page. "Isn't that nice?"

The page was titled R.I.P. Jessica Moore.

Dean walked closer, hands clenched into fists at his sides. With every step he scrutinized Sam's face, until he was leaning over his brother's shoulder, eyes wide, heart frozen at the lack of emotion he saw there. "That's your girlfriend," he said, as though Sam had forgotten.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"She died. On... on the ceiling." Dean's words were curt, clipped things. "Just like Mom."

With a slap, Sam shut the yearbook. His face slid into a frown. "Dean, I know."

"And you-- you don't feel anything." An accusatory sting lit Dean's voice.

"Of course I don't," Sam said. He dropped the book on the table. "You know I don't, Dean. I can't. I don't know how."

Dean turned away and stomped half the length of the room, tension building up inside his chest until it wouldn't hold any longer. He turned. "So, that's it, huh? That's the only thing you have to say about the woman you were going to propose to? 'That's nice'? And that's OK with you?"

"Isn't that why we're trying to get my soul back?" Sam looked down at the closed book. For an instant something wavered in his eyes that might have been doubt, or longing. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on Dean's part. Because then his hand came down tight on its cover, and curled into a fist there. "I have to tell you, Dean, I don't get it. You want me to feel like crap? To see this and go into a funk so I'm watching Gilmore Girls reruns all night long with tears streaming down my face?"

"Damn it, Sammy. That's what a human being would do."

"Fine!" Sam threw his hands in the air. "Fine. I get it. But until I can feel miserable, could you at least let me enjoy not feeling that way?"

Dean stared at him in disbelief. Then he grabbed his duffel, slammed his way out of the motel room, and headed toward the front desk to get his own damn room. He was not sleeping one more night with that in the bed next to him.

This couldn't go on one more minute. Not the gifts, not the facade, nothing. Dean was really thinking it was time to figure out who in the hell had been sending these damn things to their motel rooms every day. It didn't reflect very well on their anonymity that someone had been able to track them this effortlessly, and whoever their benefactor was, he clearly wanted to rile Sammy up. He was failing miserably, too. Dean should consider that a triumph, but in this case, maybe he kind of wished the gifts had done their job.

But whoever it was, he was too good to get caught in any of the usual ways. So Dean bit the bullet and did possibly the craziest thing in his career.

He went to the store, bought milk and cookies, and laid them out near the fireplace.

And then he wrote a letter to Santa.

"Joy to the world, the world is dumb."
--Sung, then quickly given up on, by Dean Winchester, who was at the time feeling pretty damn uninspired.

"Dear Santa,

Or whoever the hell you are. I don't know what you're up to but maybe we can talk about this? I promise not to shoot you if you would just show up and tell me who you are. At least, I promise not to shoot you first. So get your butt down the chimney so we can talk. If you pull anything, it won't be a lump of coal, and it won't end up in your stocking. Got it? Good.

--Dean Winchester

"Well. You know what I like."

Dean's fingertips were just trailing back after laying out the letter next to the platter of milk and cookies. He jumped, just barely avoiding upsetting the milk, and whirled.

The little guy in the Santa hat brushed past him and snagged a cookie. He dipped it in the milk and scarfed it down. "Damn, that's good stuff," he said, his mouth still half-full of cookie.

Dean couldn't move. "Gabriel? I thought you were dead!"

"Not completely." Gabriel shrugged, then turned to Dean and smirked. "What do you think? Saint Nick's a good look on me, don't you think? Very couture."

"So you're the one who's been showering Sam with these-- these-- what the hell are they anyway?" Dean was starting to regret the whole I-won't-shoot-you thing. "What are you up to?"

"Same thing you are," Gabriel said from between two cookies. "Trhfff--- 'scuse me." He swallowed and started again. "Trying to get Sam's soul back."

Dean echoed him stupidly. "His soul? OK, first off, why do you care? Second of all, how is getting him drunk and laid supposed to do that?"

"I'll take your second question first." Gabriel downed the glass of milk and crossed the room, folding his arms behind his head and leaning against the wall. "Souls and bodies have a very strong bond. No matter how far away Sam's soul is, it wants to come home. And even if Sam says he doesn't want it back, his body does. They're calling to each other. It's just a matter of boosting the signal."

"So you're trying to..." Dean shook his head. "No, it still doesn't compute. You're making him want it less, not more."

"I know." Gabriel gave a peeved little sigh. "It keeps backfiring. I keep giving him things I know he'll like, and he keeps not caring. Unh-uh," he added, clicking his tongue, when Dean started to speak. "I know what you're thinking. But here's the thing, OK? As he is, Sam can't feel anything emotionally. Candy doesn't taste better than cardboard, good booze doesn't get him drunker than the cheap stuff. Sex with triplets--" Gabriel winked-- "isn't any more fun than sex with one girl. The idea was, if he realized the good stuff he can't feel anymore, maybe he'd want his soul back. But that didn't work."

"So you tried something else." Dean was starting to see. He absent-mindedly reached for one of the remaining cookies and munched it.

"Right. I thought, give him something cute and alive, see if he wants to care for it, but he didn't. And then I went for the hard sell. Shock therapy. And--" a shrug-- "bupcus. I'm stumped. If we can just make him want his soul back-- really want it, just for a second-- but it looks like he's even more thick-headed than you are. So, fine, let's talk. Any bright ideas, Chief?"

Dean frowned at him. "You still haven't answered my other question. Why the hell do you care?"

Gabriel paused. His eyes flickered over Dean's face. "I told you guys I was on your team, right? I don't know. I guess I always have kind of been. And Sam-- man, Sam used to smile. He used to laugh, really sweet, you know? Like he was still a kid. I always felt bad about what I put him through, that year that never happened. I feel like I was the one who took that away from him. Granted, I had my reasons, but..."

He shrugged and looked away. In the lamplight, his profile was projected against the wall, every delicate feature magnified. In his own shadow, he looked strangely vulnerable. Dean watched carefully, a little afraid to disturb him.

"I just feel I owe him that much," Gabriel said. His eyes were half-lidded. "For putting up with my crap. I want to give him that smile again."

Dean waited a beat, let the moment sink into the past.

"He mourned you, you know," he said quietly.

Gabriel turned to him. "What?"

"Sam. He was pretty broken up when he realized you'd gotten your ass killed. I bugged him about it, and he kept saying 'Well--' and 'Nothing--.' He didn't want to talk about it."

Gabriel's brows had folded inward. He waited, tense, for Dean to say more.

Dean looked down at his boots. "Took me a while to get anything out of him, but I did. Right before the end, he said to me, 'Gabriel ended up being pretty decent, in the end. I always thought he was.'"

"He did?"

Dean nodded. "He told me that's why he looked for you for six months. Because he knew you'd do the right thing and bring me back. I think he was upset that he didn't get a chance to--"

And he grinned. "You know what? We're idiots."

Gabriel blinked. "What?"

"You want to know what to give him?" Dean laughed. "Dude. You're it."

Gabriel's frown turned his whole face into a lemon pucker. "I'm what?"

Dean just beamed at him. "You're the gift."

"Deck the halls with beer and whiskey, fa la la la la, la la la la
Get the barmaids feelin' frisky, fa la la la la, la la la la!"

--Sung by Dean Winchester and Gabriel, to the great delight of everyone around them, in an all-night bender session embarked on when the milk and cookies were gone

Dean knocked on Sam's door the next morning and was greeted with a sheepish expression.

"Hey, man," Sam said. "Look, I... "

"Sammy, listen--"

"No, let me." Sam waited for Dean to quiet."I feel kind of bad about yesterday. I didn't want to piss you off. It's just frustrating, sometimes, that I can't be the guy you remember. Well, not frustrating, but... it's hard to care that I don't care. I mean, why would I want to?"

"I gotta tell you, man," Dean said, moving past him into the room. "that's a good question."

A smile of relief lit Sam's face. "Well," he said with a casual shrug, "you got any answers?"

And Dean grinned over his shoulder at Sam. "Maybe."

Sam blinked at him. Then he turned.

"Hey, kid," said Gabriel in the doorway.

Sam just kept blinking. For an uncharacteristically long period of time, Gabriel was silent -- just standing there, looking at him, a quiet half-smile on his face. When Sam broke the silence to say his name, Gabriel just nodded.

"You're not dead?" Sam ruffled long fingers through his hair. "I mean, obviously you're not dead, but..."

And now Gabriel spoke up. "I missed you, Sam." His cheeks pinked. "I know that sounds completely batty, but--"

"I--" Sam was still slack-jawed, fighting for coherence. "I think I-- at least, I used to--"

"And now you don't." Gabriel shrugged. "It's a shame. You'd be really happy right now."

"I'm happy." The words spilled out of Sam's mouth on reflex, but Gabriel's gaze on him was level, appraising, and he shrank. "No... no, you're right. I'm not."

"Haven't been real happy about my gifts, either." They were approaching each other, small steps taken forward in the cramped room. The heavy door swung shut behind Gabriel, and Dean, watching silently in the background, was the only one who jumped at the sound. "And don't say you're sorry, either. Believe it or not, I'm not too keen on lies."

"I won't. But... I should, shouldn't I? Feel sorry?" Sam frowned. One hand rose from his side to brush across his chest. "I should be feeling a lot of things right now. I used to feel a million things when I thought about you."

"Like?" There may have been a glint of hope in Gabriel's voice.

"Like anger." The words came out broken by a brief laugh. "And irritation. And frustration. And a little fear. And..."

"And?" Barely audible.

"And faith." Light flickered in Sam's eyes. "And hope-- for something. And..." His nose wrinkled, and he chewed over the syllable for a minute. "And... maybe... love? Friendship?" He shook his head. "I don't know, something."

Gabriel's eyes were plaintive. "Sam."

"I'm sorry." Sam's eyes bored into Gabriel's. "I wish I knew."

"Do you want to know?"

Sam was silent. His other hand came up to join the hand folded over his heart, and he looked down at them. Gabriel laid one hand over the two. "Want it, Sam," he said. "Want it. As much as you can."

A gust of wind rattled the telephone poles outside. Dean glanced away briefly.

When he turned back-- with the sense that light had swelled and faded in the corners of his vision-- he looked at Sam.

And saw Sam.

Tears were rolling down his face. "Gabriel," he whispered, real reverence in his tone.

"Welcome back, big guy," Gabriel murmured. He slid his arms around Sam's waist.

That was all the impetus Dean needed. "Great!" he announced. "You guys have a good reunion, I can wait. Thanks, Santa Claus!" And with a grin he couldn't suppress, he ignored Sam's shout of his name and swept past the pair, whistling "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" and swaggering out the door toward the car. He waved goodbye without looking back.

Oh, you better not haunt,
You better stay dead,
You better not bite,
I'll cut off your head,
Dean Winchester’s coming to town!"

--Sung by Dean Winchester, placing his own damn sock on the motel room door and heading out, once more, in the direction of the nearest and greasiest cheeseburger.

the end

Oh, and P.S.: Gabriel obviously brought the kitten back to life.

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Tiptoe39: kensei & hiro singtiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
I've written fractured/fandom Christmas carols for years. All the way back to my anime fandom days. Maybe I'll expand on these for this year's!! XD

Thanks for betaing!! much appreciated!
Wolfling: gabriel/samwolfling on December 3rd, 2010 07:21 pm (UTC)
Aw. This is great!

(and there's totally a coda that goes "And then Gabriel brought the kitten back to life!" *nods sagely*)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 07:25 pm (UTC)
hah!!! oh, lol, i just tumblred the pic in your icon the other day. Sam's all "dude, did you just GRAB me?" XD XD XD

Glad you liked it!
sarahlizzie: samsarahlizzie on December 3rd, 2010 07:25 pm (UTC)
You...you...this...*is incoherent*
*jumps on you* *clings* *refuses to let go*
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 07:29 pm (UTC)
heeeeeeeeee!!!! Careful, you might hit something there XD XD I'm so glad you liked ittt!
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Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
ahaha! You might wanna wait a bit, I might expand them. I have done fractured Christmas carols for years. I'll probably write these out XD

But of course you do - be a love and just give me credit, k?
Morgan O'Connermorganoconner on December 3rd, 2010 08:24 pm (UTC)
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Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 08:25 pm (UTC)
fffffffffffff you made me snort at work.

love you baby <3
Hilshils on December 3rd, 2010 09:22 pm (UTC)
&hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts: &hearts:

*adds to rec list*
Tiptoe39: squeetiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 09:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, holy YAY. XD XD I'm glad you liked it!! It was so much fun to write. XD
The Soul says: - hils on December 3rd, 2010 09:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 09:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
denazia on December 3rd, 2010 09:26 pm (UTC)
A little guy in a Santa Hat? Bwahahahahahahha And love the names for the triplets.

Poor kitty :(

Gabriel choking on a cookie? Funniest damn visual ever!

And them BAM serious turn of events which was both unexpected and delightful. You write Gabriel so very well I'm hoping Sera reads this and uses it as a template for a) bringing Gabriel back and b) giving Sam his soul back because it's the perfect combination of amusing, heartbreaking and touching.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 09:29 pm (UTC)
awwww. You're so sweet! I'm thrilled you enjoyed it. And don't you wanna see Gabe in a Santa hat? I know I do. <3 <3 <3

Thank you!!!
Paigekate_mct on December 3rd, 2010 09:34 pm (UTC)
Loved this, except for the part where the kitten got killed (I'm a cat lover). Still loved it!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 09:36 pm (UTC)
I knoooow, it's sad, but i couldn't not kill it. Sam's reaction had to be immortalized. >.< No actual animals were harmed in the making of this fanfic.

P.S. Now i have added a P.S. to the fic to make everything better.

Edited at 2010-12-03 09:50 pm (UTC)
The Soul says: - kate_mct on December 3rd, 2010 10:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Shelbyloveinstars on December 3rd, 2010 10:37 pm (UTC)
I love you soooo much right now. Like seriously. This was so amazing and special and awesome and can we have this be real life? Pleeeease?! Please, Please, Please?!
*Flails* Guh
Awesome. : )
I can't really think of anything else to say, I'm that impressed.
<3 <3 <3
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 10:53 pm (UTC)
best comment ever! I am so, so glad you enjoyed it!!! <3 <3 <3
Jena Bartley: spn - gabriel - wings and boxersjenab on December 3rd, 2010 11:35 pm (UTC)
*grins* This was fantastic. I also loved the songs sprinkled through out it.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 11:35 pm (UTC)
thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank you!!! I had fun writing them, in case you couldn't tell XD
Lady Eternal: Sam belongs to Gabrielladyeternal on December 3rd, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC)

This seriously cracked me the f*ck up! I really needed a laugh tonight and this did the trick. Although the kitten thing did kinda rip my guts out, but at least I didn't read this before you added the post-script and made it all better!


Tiptoe39: LOL - Marstiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2010 11:50 pm (UTC)
Your fic is next on the docket, sweet thing ^_^

Sorry about the kitten. I can have a rather black sense of humor at times. XD
The Soul says: - ladyeternal on December 3rd, 2010 11:59 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - tiptoe39 on December 4th, 2010 12:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - ladyeternal on December 4th, 2010 12:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
Indigo Catindigocat on December 4th, 2010 12:52 am (UTC)
That was cute.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 4th, 2010 01:06 am (UTC)
I'm glad it tickled!
Courtneysiennis on December 4th, 2010 05:56 am (UTC)
I'm singing that last song in my head right now lol

This was awesome and fun and such a good way for Sam to get his soul back!! ♥♥♥♥
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 4th, 2010 05:28 pm (UTC)
so glad you enjoyed it!!! :D
rock_chick_333: ROFLrock_chick_333 on December 4th, 2010 03:57 pm (UTC)

This is marvellous and funny and seasonal and completely in-character, and I love you.

Tiptoe39: dean funny facetiptoe39 on December 4th, 2010 05:21 pm (UTC)
I love you back!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! I do love me some fractured Christmas carols XD
killercandy777killercandy777 on December 4th, 2010 05:22 pm (UTC)
Dude, this was just the fluffiest, Christmasy-est piece of heaven I've ever read! (Robert Singer BETTER put this in an episode). And the Supernatural carols were so awesome I immediately had to take ten minutes to jot them all down.
Tiptoe39: gabriel awesometiptoe39 on December 4th, 2010 05:40 pm (UTC)
Ahahah! I'm hoping to expand them at some point XD Thank you so much, I'm thrilled you enjoyed it!! XD