Sabriel and ice-cream sandwiches.
Sam's expressed his dislike of Gabriel using his angel mojo to get his way numerous times, and yesterday was the day Gabriel sighed, with a long and over dramatic "Fiiine, Sambo, I'll stop 'Cheating' to win."
Though, today, Gabriel was seriously regretting that.
"Sam, give it to me."
"Nope." Sam's mouth pops on the 'p' for emphasis, dimple-adorned grin spreading across his face. Gabriel groans under his breath as he watches Sam raise the Neopolitan ice-cream sandwich far above both of their heads.
Gabriel knows Sam is egging him on, trying to get him to use his powers now that he'd promised against it. If his preferred vessel wasn't so damn short… He bends his knees and springs upwards, swatting at it, but he just barely gets within it's vicinity before plummeting back down to the floor.
Sam's bubbling giggle of triumph draws his attention to something, though.. Sam's shirt's ridden up from having his arm up, and Gabriel's got a clear opening for a completely non-angelic form of attack