It didn't matter how it had started. All that mattered was that it had, indeed, started. Gabriel, Archangel of the Lord and former Trickster, was sleeping with Sam Winchester, hunter and reluctant true vessel of Lucifer. A "no strings, just [really great, amazing, wonderful] sex" situation. And, Gabriel reflected, that right there was exactly the problem. Not the sex, no. That part was really great, amazing, and wonderful. But the "no strings" bit… that wasn't so much. Well, it had been, to begin with. It was fun and something they both wanted. The longer it went on, though, the more Gabriel discovered that it just wasn't enough. He would catch himself staring at Sam when the hunter wasn't looking, thinking things he had no right to even consider, what with the fundamental nature of a "friends with benefits" situation and all. But it was when Gabriel caught himself wondering just how it would feel to hold Sam's hand, nothing else, just hand holding, that he realized how thoroughly screwed he was, figuratively speaking. And, loathe as he was to admit it, he didn't know how to proceed. He knew Sam preferred love to lust, but the hunter seemed fairly happy with things as they were and the mixed signals were starting to make Gabriel's head hurt. Sam was pretty much the only thing in any dimension that could confuse him so completely. He was, unfortunately, going to need a little help with this…
