Title: Date Night
Pairings: Sam/Gabriel, Jo/Lucifer
Disclaimer: Really, not mine and definitely nothing made off it.
Summary: For one of kijikun 's prompts at the Sam/Gabriel Non-Angst Meme, Sam and Gabriel and Jo and Lucifer go on a double-date to a carnival.
A/N: kijikun , it is now official: you've sucked me into Jo/Lucifer too.
He wasn’t entirely sure how this had happened. Sam looked around at the flashing lights meant to draw the eye, the loud and slightly tinny music of the rides, the brightly colored tents with signs and barkers to draw the crowd in. The air smelled of candy and every junk food known to man, with the distinctly pungent odor of animals beneath it. It looked exactly like what it was: a carnival on a warm summer day, crowded with humans and prowled by two Archangels and their mortal mates.
Two Archangels who were currently competing over the same giant purple and white stuffed panda.
“Who knew?” Jo asked dryly and he grinned down at the small, slim blonde he’d come to consider a baby sister. In some ways he related to her even more than he could Dean, because while he liked Cas a hell of a lot, there was a very distinct difference between angels and archangels. Especially their archangels.
Archangels with truly terrible aim when it came to darts and balloons.
“Not me,” he said cheerfully. Although they didn’t really need great aim when it came down to it; their blades were more for close-up work, and their Grace usually handled the rest. But he and Jo had laid down the law: no powers for games when dating.
Jo tipped her head on a wince as Lucifer threw his final dart and it buried itself deep into the scarred board rather than the bright blue rubber he’d been aiming for. “Think we should show ‘em how it’s done?”
He was a little tempted—Dean was the undisputed pool shark, but Sam reigned supreme when it came to darts, and Jo had a few nifty tricks of her own—but two smoldering looks slanted their way made him smirk even as he shifted the stuffed dragon, the platypus, and the plush angel already filling his arms. “Nah.” Even if they won it, they’d still be stuck hauling the thing around. Not to mention handling two sulky boyfriends.
Jo, her own arms full of a duck, unicorn, and a gigantic elephant, clearly saw his point. Besides, the brothers would find some other game to break their tie on the stuffed animal race soon enough; Sam was just grateful they’d stuck to the stuffed animals rather than picking the hermit crab toss, or the goldfish booth instead. Although the look on Dean’s face if they turned back up with an aquarium or vivarium full of living animals might be worth the hassle.
Gabriel lost every bit as efficiently as Lucifer had, and they called it quits with equally manic grins. He was enjoying himself, Sam realized as they wandered down the main fairway, Gabriel’s arm looped around his waist every bit as possessively as Lucifer’s arm slung over Jo’s shoulders. He had fond memories of carnivals overall; they’d been brief slices of fun and laughter during his childhood, a rare bit of everyday Americana that Dad had usually treated them to when they’d run across one during the hot summer months. And it was fun to simply be normal people out on a double date instead of two hunters and their archangel lovers.
“I can’t remember the last time I did this,” Jo sighed happily, perching on the bench Lucifer had cleaned with a narrow-eyed look before permitting her to seat herself, and draining her icy Coke thirstily. “Can you?” she asked Sam curiously.
Sam drew a long swig of his own nearly-frozen water, noting that Gabriel was patiently explaining the finer points of mortal drinks to his brother. He’d either go for the lemonade or the Slushie—probably the Slushie—and Sam would bet Lucifer would go for water or maybe one of the Snapples if he was feeling bold. “Yep. Right after we met you, actually.”
Jo cocked her head, eyes bright with curiosity, but she was a hunter, she knew better than to ask. Sam answered anyway, because really, it hadn’t been a bad hunt.
“Rakasha. Dressed as…” he shuddered at the memory, “…a clown, of all things. Trolled the fun house, used the disguise to get kids to let him in to chow down on Mom and Dad. Creepy motherfucker.”
Jo shivered. “Clowns are creepy,” she agreed, and Sam shuddered again in agreement. “All bright and smiley—what do they have to be so happy about, anyway?”
He couldn’t agree more.
“What are you two bonding over?” Gabriel asked, plopping down beside Sam. He slurped at his Slushie and gave the very nubile coed eyeing Sam hungrily a warning glare. Lucifer settled in beside Jo, sipping cautiously at his lemonade and then brightening as the tart sweetness burst over his tongue.
“Rakasha,” Sam offered.
“Clowns,” Jo added, shivering again.
“…interesting combo. I want that story sometime, kiddo.”
Sam shrugged and leaned into the solid mass by his side, ignoring the handful of disgusted looks from passer-bys; once you’d survived a near-Apocalypse, being open about your male lover really wasn’t a big deal. Besides, anyone wanting to step it up into gay-bashing would get a very ugly surprise very quickly. He’d learned not to sweat the small stuff.
He was more interested in what Lucifer and Gabriel came up with next. So far they’d done rides, assorted midway games, and now refreshments. He’d bet anything cotton candy came into play some point in the near future, but after that, who knew?
“Sideshows, fun house, whatever else looks amusing,” Gabriel told him cheerfully. “Done? Good, let’s go!”
The fun house hadn’t been all bad, even though Sam had been tense throughout, half-waiting for a little kid to exclaim over the clown. The mirrors, on the other hand, had been a blast—literally, when Lucifer had taken exception to one particularly short and squat image of himself that still had Sam and Jo snickering whenever they caught the other’s eye. Gabriel had veered over to a cotton candy vendor, returning with paper cones coated in huge pieces of the sweet confection. He’d presented Sam and Jo with bright pink cones which matched his own, and Lucifer had gotten a slightly more subdued blue that he was still eyeing dubiously.
“I do not believe this particular shade occurs naturally,” he commented finally, and Jo rolled her eyes and plunked a piece off, popping it into her mouth in obvious enjoyment before offering a bit of her own to her boyfriend.
“Nope, but it’s damn good,” she said cheerfully.
“No nutritional value is half the fun,” Gabriel added, scanning the signs and barkers up ahead. Jo’s steps faltered as she noted a knot of giggling, squealing children hovering around a brightly clad figure, with another joining the first. Clowns. She hated clowns. And Sam was right, they were the perfect disguise for any number of nasties wanting to lure kids. Clowns were creepy, period. And potentially evil. She had no qualms about inching her way behind her boyfriend, especially when she realized Sam was doing the same.
“Want us to protect you from the big bad clowns?” Gabriel asked, humor mixing with affection in the glance he cast back at his mate. Sam nodded firmly, not at all abashed to be hiding behind Gabriel’s shorter vessel.
“Shall we smite them for you?” Lucifer sounded every bit as amused as his brother.
Jo threaded her fingers into the back pocket of his tight jeans. “Only if they’re evil.”
The clowns passed unscathed.
The day lengthened into dusk and then darkness, and the crowd changed, families drifting home for dinner, couples and gaggles of giggling teenagers now composing the majority of the crowd. Sam watched in amusement as Jo, laughing, fed Lucifer a corn dog, then relaxed as an arm draped possessively over his shoulders and a piece of sugar-coated fried dough was shoved into his hands. Colored lights darted up the rides, fireworks bursting noisy and brilliant in the sky overhead, and he let his head fall back to watch. Jo was leaning back against Lucifer, his arms folded across her stomach as the sparks filled the night sky. Sam leaned into his own angel with a quietly contented sigh.
“Good date?” Gabriel murmured, and he turned his head to catch his angel’s lips in a quick kiss sweetened by the glaze of sugar on both their lips.
“Best date ever.”