A/N: So this is a little Sabriel oneshot based on the prompt my friend gave me.
Hope you enjoy!
'Sam,' murmured Gabriel, burrowing further into the taller man's chest. 'Tell me a bedtime story.'
The hand that had been running over his hair paused as Sam looked down, confused. 'Okay... What kind of story do you want?'
The archangel looked at him with sleep filled eyes. 'A happy one. From when you were young.'
Sam resumed stroking his boyfriend's hair. 'Well, there was that time that me and Dean set off those fireworks, they were great, and-' he stopped. 'Gabe, are you listening to me?' He lifted his hand again.
'Yeah, sure Sammo,' replied Gabriel. His eyes that usually looked like sunlight shining through a shot of whiskey were closed, and his breathing was slow. The hunt that day must have really tired him out.
Sam chuckled quietly. 'Goodnight, Gabe,' he whispered as he kissed the top of the archangel's dark blonde hair.
'Mmmnight, Moose,' was the reply, followed by a steady trickle of light snores. Sam pulled his angel closer to him, and it wasn't long before he too had fallen asleep on the lumpy motel room couch.