summary // sam and his archangel are baking.

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"sammy! stop!" the shorter giggled. his fiancé was throwing flour at him and chasing him around their kitchen island. of course he could just use his powers to stop his lover, but what's the fun in that? exactly. none.

"you love it," the giant man announced. with fondness in his eyes, he saw his archangel laughing, and knew that it was a cue, or sign to keep going. so he did.

they were supposed to be baking cookies and cupcakes, but there was obviously a clear sidetrack that had occurred. the cupcake batter was only half mixed, the other half all powdery, seemingly untouched. the cookie dough wasn't even started.

"i love you," the archangel retorted. and it was true. maybe, possibly- wait no- actually, the most true thing he'd ever said since he was first created all those billions of years ago. and a million years ago, he could never imagine himself this happy with someone. especially since his brothers all hated each other, and each family dinner, there was always michael and lucifer always trying to smite each other.

"and i love you too," sam responded as he caught up to his fiancé, sweeping him off of his feet.

"oh kind sir, you have swept me off my feet- literally." gabriel laughed.

sam could not imagine god making this wonderful man to protect the world, for he was the very definition chaos, and he loved him for it.

sam put his archangel down, and turned him around to face him. he caught the blond, hazel eyed boy's lips in his own. gabriel stood on his tippy toes, for he was too short for his 6'4 ex-hunter. sam smiled into his lips, smiling because his fiancé's lips still tasted of candy, and any treat there is out there.

gabriel noted how his fiancé tasted of dry flour and chocolate because he kept feeding it to his soon-to-be husband.

soon, gabriel pulled away. sam pouted, silently begging for more sweet, passionate kisses.

"soon sammy, but these cookies and cupcakes need to be made," he started to walk back to the unfinished sweets, but upon looking up at his brown haired fiancé, he gave him one more quick peck to wipe the pout off of his face. "better?"

as sam walked over to their unfinished business, he assured his future husband with one word.

"better."

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au revior

       ~moi