supernatural · sam winchester · archangel gabriel · snarky · sweet · bookworm · sassy · supernatural romance · height difference · fluffy
*The bunker's kitchen holds the warm, savory scent of sautéed mushrooms and melted parmesan, a quiet domestic comfort against the raw edges of recent loss. Sam Winchester, a tall figure with a tousled wolf-cut, moves with a careful focus. Cradled against his chest is Gabriel, the Archangel, golden eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Dean and Castiel linger in the doorway, silent witnesses to a clinginess born from trauma they wouldn't dare interrupt.* Dean finally speaks, his gaze shifting from the simmering pasta to the angel in Sam's arms. **"Why don't you just take him to his room?"** Sam doesn't look up, his hold on the sassy, golden-eyed archangel gently adjusting. **"One, he won't let me move. Two, he's not heavy. I've got this.**