[ficlet] On a Boat (Sam/Gabriel, PG-13)
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tiptoe39Title: On a Boat
Prompt: boat ride
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel
Medium: fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: It might smell bad.
Summary: Sam's on a boat. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Sam's head hurt. That awful pulsing hurting you got when you woke up and couldn't place where you were, or what had happened to put you out in the first place. His hand crawled to the top of his head, gingerly, expecting to rub against the tender skin of a bruise.
There was no bruise. There was, however, a sort of sick sensation of rocking. And a smell.
"A boat?" he said to no one in particular.
"Yep," no one in particular replied.
Sam scrambled upright. His head spun, and his limbs seemed to fold in on themselves as he fought for balance. The stench was in his nostrils now, choking him, and his stomach lurched. "What... Gabriel? What the--"
Gabriel waved to him from a crude wooden berth, where he was lying on his stomach on a musty, lopsided mattress, eating Hershey's Miniatures. Sam covered his mouth. The chocolate smell managed to make the queasy rocking and digusting stench even worse. "How can you-- where are we?"
"On a boat!" Gabriel gloated, smiling wide. Smudges of brown at the corners of his mouth made him look like a bizarre, mangy clown.
"Yeah, I got that."
"I'm ON A BOAT!" Gabriel sat up without pushing himself off his stomach -- his whole body just sort of folded itself upward in a nonplussed dismissal of gravity. "I'm on a boat!"
Sam squinted at him, hand still loosely cupped over his mouth. The rocking had become somewhat more tolerable, but the smell still turned his stomach. "Why do you keep saying that?"
"Don't you listen to the radio?"
"No."
"Oh, that's right, Dean has sentenced you to a lifetime of AC/DC. Never mind." Gabriel shrugged and went back to double-fisting Mr. Goodbars.
"Gabriel--"
"Mm-hrm?"
"It smells like sh--"
"Oh, crap. I forgot. Sorry about that." A snap of his fingers. Sam tentatively inhaled. Now it smelled like an opium den, or like someone set fire to an incense store. But it was better than the previous odor. Sam lowered his hand and took a moment to look around.
This was no yacht. The whole place was constructed from very old-looking planks of wood, and the chamber they were in was low-ceilinged and cramped. Gabriel got up off the bed and stretched. "After a while you forget about the smell here."
"Where is here?"
Gabriel shook his head. "No fun that way. See if you can guess."
Puzzled, Sam looked around. There was no indication or clue of any sort. No decorations, no papers, no markings on the wood. "I don't know."
"You don't have to stay here, you know. Go out, take a look around. It'll come to you."
Sam ducked his head to pass through the low doorway -- low enough that even Gabriel had to bend his knees in order to follow him through. The hallway was as dark and nondescript as the room they'd been in. Only sliver-sized cracks in the planking let any light in.
"People were a lot shorter in those days," Gabriel said. "Except for the giants."
Sam ignored him and made his way down the hall. He squinted at the cracks in the wood, tried in vain to see out, and when that failed he chose a doorway at random to stoop and squeeze through.
"Wait for it," muttered Gabriel. "Three.. two... one..."
A sharp gasp sounded. Gabriel cocked his head, shrugged, and followed.
The room Sam had entered was enormous. Row after row of booths, of all shapes and sizes, separated from one another by thick slats of wood and crude hinges. The ceiling stretched thirty feet above their heads, and in the rafters hung a thicket of crisscrossing beams.
"It's huge."
"Mm-hm." Gabriel opened and closed one of the stall doors. "Three hundred cubits, if I recall correctly."
"Did you just say cubits?"
"Ayup."
"Wait a sec."
Gabriel grinned. "Come on, Sherlock, any minute now."
Sam looked into a stall. The floor was worn by what looked like hoofprints.
"The smell," he said, and then, "Oh, my God."
"Well, yes, but I helped."
Sam whirled on him. "You kidnapped me to Noah's Ark!?"
"Kidnapped is such a strong word. I'd prefer borrowed. Or spirited away, if you go in for that."
"The real Noah's Ark?" Sam turned around and around. All at once he could imagine the gigantic room filled to capacity, every stall occupied by a pair of animals that fit it exactly. Here, tiny turtles; over there, sheep; in that corner, lions. Giraffe heads poking up through the air. Birds perching in the rafters. The whole place alive with brays and roars. All the variety on Earth, every color in the rainbow that, long ago, they'd waited forty days and forty nights to see.
He faced Gabriel, his eyes bright. "Wow."
"Right?" Gabriel looked inordinately pleased with himself. "Right?"
Sam shook his head, laughing. "Unbelievable. So... why bring me here?"
Gabriel smoothed back his hair and fixed Sam in his sights. "Do you remember the story?" he said. "They had to bring two of each kind. Why do you think that was?"
"'Cause they had to mate, right?" Sam's eyes kept flying up to the ceiling or over to one corner or the next.
"Correct. Now. With that in mind, why do you think I brought you here?"
That brought the searching eyes back down toward Gabriel's face. Gabriel smiled, grabbed the front of Sam's shirt, and yanked.
A long kiss later, Sam said in a shaky voice, "So let me get this straight. You brought me here because you wanted to get it on?"
Gabriel's eyebrows rose and fell. "Let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."
"Huh?"
The smack of Gabriel's palm against his forehead echoed in the giant room. "You really don't listen to the radio, do you?"
"I told you, no!"
But Sam still had his arms around him. Gabriel wormed in closer. "Never mind. Let's rock this boat."
*end*
Prompt: boat ride
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel
Medium: fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: It might smell bad.
Summary: Sam's on a boat. For
schmoop_bingo!Sam's head hurt. That awful pulsing hurting you got when you woke up and couldn't place where you were, or what had happened to put you out in the first place. His hand crawled to the top of his head, gingerly, expecting to rub against the tender skin of a bruise.
There was no bruise. There was, however, a sort of sick sensation of rocking. And a smell.
"A boat?" he said to no one in particular.
"Yep," no one in particular replied.
Sam scrambled upright. His head spun, and his limbs seemed to fold in on themselves as he fought for balance. The stench was in his nostrils now, choking him, and his stomach lurched. "What... Gabriel? What the--"
Gabriel waved to him from a crude wooden berth, where he was lying on his stomach on a musty, lopsided mattress, eating Hershey's Miniatures. Sam covered his mouth. The chocolate smell managed to make the queasy rocking and digusting stench even worse. "How can you-- where are we?"
"On a boat!" Gabriel gloated, smiling wide. Smudges of brown at the corners of his mouth made him look like a bizarre, mangy clown.
"Yeah, I got that."
"I'm ON A BOAT!" Gabriel sat up without pushing himself off his stomach -- his whole body just sort of folded itself upward in a nonplussed dismissal of gravity. "I'm on a boat!"
Sam squinted at him, hand still loosely cupped over his mouth. The rocking had become somewhat more tolerable, but the smell still turned his stomach. "Why do you keep saying that?"
"Don't you listen to the radio?"
"No."
"Oh, that's right, Dean has sentenced you to a lifetime of AC/DC. Never mind." Gabriel shrugged and went back to double-fisting Mr. Goodbars.
"Gabriel--"
"Mm-hrm?"
"It smells like sh--"
"Oh, crap. I forgot. Sorry about that." A snap of his fingers. Sam tentatively inhaled. Now it smelled like an opium den, or like someone set fire to an incense store. But it was better than the previous odor. Sam lowered his hand and took a moment to look around.
This was no yacht. The whole place was constructed from very old-looking planks of wood, and the chamber they were in was low-ceilinged and cramped. Gabriel got up off the bed and stretched. "After a while you forget about the smell here."
"Where is here?"
Gabriel shook his head. "No fun that way. See if you can guess."
Puzzled, Sam looked around. There was no indication or clue of any sort. No decorations, no papers, no markings on the wood. "I don't know."
"You don't have to stay here, you know. Go out, take a look around. It'll come to you."
Sam ducked his head to pass through the low doorway -- low enough that even Gabriel had to bend his knees in order to follow him through. The hallway was as dark and nondescript as the room they'd been in. Only sliver-sized cracks in the planking let any light in.
"People were a lot shorter in those days," Gabriel said. "Except for the giants."
Sam ignored him and made his way down the hall. He squinted at the cracks in the wood, tried in vain to see out, and when that failed he chose a doorway at random to stoop and squeeze through.
"Wait for it," muttered Gabriel. "Three.. two... one..."
A sharp gasp sounded. Gabriel cocked his head, shrugged, and followed.
The room Sam had entered was enormous. Row after row of booths, of all shapes and sizes, separated from one another by thick slats of wood and crude hinges. The ceiling stretched thirty feet above their heads, and in the rafters hung a thicket of crisscrossing beams.
"It's huge."
"Mm-hm." Gabriel opened and closed one of the stall doors. "Three hundred cubits, if I recall correctly."
"Did you just say cubits?"
"Ayup."
"Wait a sec."
Gabriel grinned. "Come on, Sherlock, any minute now."
Sam looked into a stall. The floor was worn by what looked like hoofprints.
"The smell," he said, and then, "Oh, my God."
"Well, yes, but I helped."
Sam whirled on him. "You kidnapped me to Noah's Ark!?"
"Kidnapped is such a strong word. I'd prefer borrowed. Or spirited away, if you go in for that."
"The real Noah's Ark?" Sam turned around and around. All at once he could imagine the gigantic room filled to capacity, every stall occupied by a pair of animals that fit it exactly. Here, tiny turtles; over there, sheep; in that corner, lions. Giraffe heads poking up through the air. Birds perching in the rafters. The whole place alive with brays and roars. All the variety on Earth, every color in the rainbow that, long ago, they'd waited forty days and forty nights to see.
He faced Gabriel, his eyes bright. "Wow."
"Right?" Gabriel looked inordinately pleased with himself. "Right?"
Sam shook his head, laughing. "Unbelievable. So... why bring me here?"
Gabriel smoothed back his hair and fixed Sam in his sights. "Do you remember the story?" he said. "They had to bring two of each kind. Why do you think that was?"
"'Cause they had to mate, right?" Sam's eyes kept flying up to the ceiling or over to one corner or the next.
"Correct. Now. With that in mind, why do you think I brought you here?"
That brought the searching eyes back down toward Gabriel's face. Gabriel smiled, grabbed the front of Sam's shirt, and yanked.
A long kiss later, Sam said in a shaky voice, "So let me get this straight. You brought me here because you wanted to get it on?"
Gabriel's eyebrows rose and fell. "Let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."
"Huh?"
The smack of Gabriel's palm against his forehead echoed in the giant room. "You really don't listen to the radio, do you?"
"I told you, no!"
But Sam still had his arms around him. Gabriel wormed in closer. "Never mind. Let's rock this boat."
*end*
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Date: 2010-07-05 10:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-05 11:04 pm (UTC)Thanks babe, sorry to glut your flist with a sudden schmoop dump :D
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Date: 2010-07-06 12:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-06 01:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-06 02:11 am (UTC)...what fun.
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Date: 2010-07-06 02:17 am (UTC)*hugs*
You'll make it!!
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Date: 2010-07-06 02:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-06 11:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-06 12:00 pm (UTC)http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/863044.html
There's fifteen chapters after that one... and I'm off to work...
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Date: 2010-07-06 12:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-06 08:53 pm (UTC)Here are the other links:
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/868443.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/882054.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/896641.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/905807.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/913669.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/920207.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/933826.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/944310.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/1023595.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/1065106.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/1075226.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/1111628.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/1138847.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/1243877.html
http://community.livejournal.com/spn_castiel/1264606.html
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Date: 2010-07-07 12:16 pm (UTC)All right, I have my project for the week. <3 Upon further reflection, though, I'd better not jump in the beta pool, because I have a nasty habit of dropping the ball on such things. But I willl read & enjoy!!! :D
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Date: 2010-07-07 05:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-07 05:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-07 09:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-08 03:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-08 03:37 am (UTC)Gabriel WOULD think Noah's Ark is kinky. Poor boy, no taste. :DDD I'm so glad this pleased you!
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Date: 2010-07-12 08:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-13 01:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-01 01:01 am (UTC)"Oh, that's right, Dean has sentenced you to a lifetime of AC/DC. Never mind." Gabriel shrugged and went back to double-fisting Mr. Goodbars.
Noah's Ark? NOAH'S ARK?
There should be a law against making a person laugh that hard. Seriously. My stomach muscles are going to ache for at least an hour.
I salute you, brilliant creature that you are!
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Date: 2010-08-01 01:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-14 05:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-14 11:08 am (UTC)Thanks so much!! :D