Lets go with a classic: Sam and Gabriel getting drunk on Christmas eve and singing "Baby, Its Cold Outside"
Hey Anon! I’m going to change the song choice, cause that one has uncomfortable rape-y esque connotations, HOWEVER THE IDEA OF THESE TWO SINGING TOGETHER IS ONE THAT I CAN GET BEHIND COMPLETELY.
OKAY, LIKE, MINI FICLET INCOMING, BECAUSE YES.
“It’s totally seven lords a leaping!” Gabriel said, squinting at the stereo.
Sam laughed and shook his head. “No fucking way, it’s ten lords a leaping, I fucking have this down.”
“You messed up five golden rings!” Gabriel said, breaking into snickers when Sam scowled at him.
“Why aren’t we googling the lyrics again?”
“Because!” Gabriel said, raising a finger. “That is admitting defeat, I’m positive that it’s this track here!”
Sam huffed and settled back on the couch. He watched Gabriel fast forward through the song until it was at the last rotation through the verse.
“Okay,” Gabriel said, “Here we go, you’ll see that this shit is right.”
Twelve Pipers piping~
“That lyric is stupid,” Sam said, glancing at Gabriel.
Eleven drummers drumming~
“Also stupid,” Gabriel agreed.
Ten Lords A-Leaping~
“I KNEW IT!” Sam shouted, pumping his fists in the air.
Nine Ladies Dancing~
“Then what the fuck is seven?” Gabriel asked, falling back on the couch
Eight Maids a Milking~
“Stupid,” Sam and Gabriel said together, and then leaned in, listening closely.
Seven swans a swimming~
“What the fuck,” Gabriel said, looking at Sam.
Six Geese A-Laying~
Sam snickered and shook his head.
Five Golden Riiiiiiiiiiiiings~
“Wanna go do our own laying, Sam,” Gabriel asked, his eyebrow waggling.
Four Calling Birds~
Sam snorted and rolled his eyes.
Three French Hens~
“That wasn’t a no…” Gabriel said, grin widening.
Two Turtle Doves~
Sam stood up and turned off the stereo before pulling Gabriel in for a kiss. “Two turtle doves, and a Gabriel Novak in my bed,” he added with a wink, dragging Gabriel towards his bedroom.
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