Working title: "Dog Walker Sam Gabe"
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, Human AU
Other stuff: Age difference kink and mostly pulp, but I still love it.
Word count: 8000~ words so far.
Okay, so... I have no idea where this came from. Just... it lives in my brain right now. Pretty much ever night I go to sleep I think scenes through for this, so who knows, I might actually finish it! In maybe 5k words or something. *dies*
Anyway, this is me trying to write insecure and stressed Gabriel, and it's surprisingly easy. This should probably worry me more than it does...
Notes: Basically, Gabriel is sort of the human equivalent of pre-Lucifer's-fall in canon. I chose to make him 40-ish, rich, but lonely, with only his dog for company, although his work load is making it hard to make time for said pooch. He's some sort of executive in the family business, constantly caught between Michael and Lucifer's (I decided to call him Luke, though) power plays. In comes Sam. College student, (Studying law of course, because it's Sam) dirt poor and due to his bleeding heart owning a dog he can't really afford. Chance meeting in the park results in Sam getting a ridiculously overpaid dog walking job and Gabriel totally losing his heart, despite the fact that he's distressingly convinced that nothing can ever happen between them because of a couple of decades between their ages. (Details if you ask me, but hey, plot!) So pulp romance basically, but who cares, it's Sam/Gabe! And apparently AUs are the bees' knees these days, so I'm sure someone out there will like it if I ever finish it.
“So,” Kali purred the following Saturday, “I hear you finally hired yourself an assistant!”
“Dog walker, actually,” Gabriel corrected mildly. Kali was one of the few people Gabriel actually liked talking to at these damn fancy parties, so he just smiled and sipped his drink. They'd had a fling a few years back, and they were still friends of a sort. But Kali owned the high society life in a way Gabriel never could, and he tended to stick to her at times like these. Which was totally counter-productive, since he was mainly here to try and get lucky.
“Pfft, titles are moot. But seriously, if you're hiring people, Hell must be freezing over.”
“Hey, I have a cleaning lady!”
“Only because Luke fired her and you're a softie.”
Gabriel couldn't really argue with that, so he settled for shrugging vaguely.
“Wow,” Kali went on, “For you to actually hire someone on your own steam he must be extraordinary. Is he hot?”
“Wouldn't you like to know.” He thought he'd been smooth about his reply, but dammit, Kali knew him to well.
“He is!” She said gleefully.
“He's also still in school, way too young, so don't you start,” Gabriel grumbled.
“Aw, don't you know that true love has no age?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Even if it wouldn't be totally unethical to sleep with my employee, he would still be too young. And if I was planning on getting it on with my dog walker, why the hell would I be here?”
Kali shrugged. “Just saying. It certainly never hurts to look,” she added, letting her eyes slide over one of the waiters breezing by.
“True enough.” But everywhere Gabriel looked, all he could see were people wearing too much makeup, too expensive clothes, and too fake smiles. And to top it off, they were all deemed too short, too blonde or too not-Sam in general. Gabriel was so screwed. To Michael's immense disapproval, Gabriel went home early, and spent the night with his Casa Erotica collection pretty much out of pure spite towards his treacherous heart.