Asmodeus had bought Gabriel and started extracting his Grace to inject into himself.

That is, until Asmodeus beat Mr. Ketch up. Then, Ketch rescued him because he's bitch. Or at least he was until he rescued Gabe. Then he was a hero in Sam's eyes.

BUBBLEGUM B!TCH

"We need an Archangel's Grace." Sam said.

"Too bad Gabriel is dead." Dean laughed.

Sam shed an unwanted tear. He quickly wiped it away, unseen by Dean.

"I hear you need an Archangel."

"Yeah, we need their Grace. Wait, why the fuck are you here, Ketch?" Dean said.

"Because I have one." Ketch said, pulling Gabriel into the room.

"Gabriel?!" Sam yelled, crying.

Gabriel flinched and looked up at Sam.

Sam started sobbing at the sight of Gabriel's sewn-up lips.

Gabriel was crying now, too.

Sam ran up to him and gathered the trembling Archangel in his arms, holding him like he was going to lose him again.

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON

Sam cut the stitches off of Gabriel's lips, earning a few whimpers from the small man.

"Th-th-a-ank y-y-you." Gabriel struggled out, hoarsely.

"Good, now I can do this." Sam said, cupping Gabriel's jaw and lightly touching his lips to Gabriel's.

Gabriel sighed into the kiss and his eyes fluttered shut. He was in pain, but he was content.

Sam knew he was going to have to get the man undressed and shower all of the dried blood off of Gabriel. He also knew that he was going to have to tend to Gabriel's endless wounds.

Sam released Gabriel so they could both breathe. Sam remembered that Dean and Ketch were in the room and looked up at them.

"I uh..."

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

"D-D-Dean...I-I lov-ve S-S-Sammy."

"You love him?"

Gabriel nodded.

"You really love him?"

"A-absolut-tely."

"Then I'm fine with it."

"Really?" Sam asked, legitimately surprised.

"You do realize that him and Castiel are doin' the dirty, right?" Ketch said, still a little surprised at the fact that Gabriel and Sam are an item.

"HA! Dean? Gay? I think NOT!" Sam yelled, laughing.

"Actually..." Dean said, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

"Holy shit, Dean."

"Hey! Don't judge me, you like angel dick, too!"

"Hey, his dick is huge! How could I not fall in love with him?!"

"GOD SAM. WHAT THE HELL?" Dean yelled, turning back to go to his room.

"Hey, what about Ketch?"

"Ketch, there's a room at the end of the hall, take it. Be up at 7 with coffee and pie. Don't forget the whipped cream. And the other pie for you guys." Dean said as he walked down the hall.

"I can do that." Ketch said, walking to his temporary room.

"Guess it's just us, babe."

"Y-yes-s. W-w-would-d y-you l-like t-to t-take a sh-shower?"

"You need one, I don't. " Sam said, chuckling.

"H-h-hey, it'd s-still-l b-be n-nice if-f y-you j-j-joined m-me." Gabriel argued.

"I know, I was just joking. We also have to tend to your wounds, babe."

"I-I j-just hav-ve one rule."

"What is it, Gabe?"

"N-no s-sex. I-I'm n-not g-gonna b-be one h-hundred-d p-percent-t f-for a wh-while, S-Sammy."

"I wouldn't dream of it. Not that I'm not going to actually dream about it every night, and think about it all the time." Sam said, smiling.

Sam picked Gabriel up and carried him to the bathroom that connected to his bedroom.

Sam put him down on the closed toilet lid and kissed his matted hair. Sam turned on the water and faced Gabriel.

"One of us has to get undressed first."

Gabriel's eyes widened and he looked at Sam in fear.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. I'll get undressed first."

Sam pulled off his shirt and took his pants off.

He turned around and wiggled his butt at Gabriel to make him laugh, but Gabriel slapped his ass.

"Hey!"

"What? Just because it's not 'sexy time', that doesn't mean I can't flirt a little!"

"Wow."

"What?"

"You didn't stutter." Sam said, straddling Gabriel.

"I-I guess I just n-needed the r-right inspiration." Gabriel said, breathlessly.

"Gabriel! Are you getting horny?!"

"Y-yes. Please help me, Sammy!"

"No. If I don't get 'sexy time', then neither do you."

"You asshole!" Gabriel yelled.

"HEY!" Sam yelled, smiling. "Don't call me an asshole."

"But I need you! I'm hard and I need you!"

"No. Absolutely not! We're taking a cold shower." Sam said, standing up and changing the water temperature to cold.

Gabriel stood up and undressed slowly, staring straight at Sam as he did.

"Gabe, I-I guess we could take a steamy shower."

"Good. I'll go get a washcloth and soap."

"But we're still not having sex!" Sam yelled after him.

"Fine. But you need to promise me something. Can you do that?" Gabriel said, walking back into the bathroom.

"Absolutely, Gabe. Anything." Sam said, his expression changing to worried.

"You need to promise me that you won't leave me once you see the damage that Asmodeus did to me."

"The damage? You look perfectly fine. Which, I'll admit, is a little weird. Especially considering that your clothes were really bloody. Bloodier than you, apparently. You look to have no injuries. Which again is really-" Sam was cut off when he glanced over at Gabriel. Instead of being perfectly fine, minus the dirt and blood-matted hair, the lips, and the dirt covered face, his body had changed. Not the form, but the state. It was covered in blood, cuts, bruises, puncture wounds, slashes, scabs, burns, half healed wounds, scars, and what looked to be semen around Gabriel's thighs.

Sam gasped and dropped the bottle of conditioner that he was holding.

"Sam, I was using a little bit of Grace to prevent you from seeing what my body really looked like. Please, don't think of me any differently than you did before."

"Gabe, I... Were you raped? Did that rat bastard rape you?!"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Sam. Not yet, at least. Maybe some other time. Right now I need to wash him off of me. I can literally smell him on me."

"Let's get in the shower then. I don't want you to smell him on you. I want the only smell that comes off of you to be mine."

"That is fine with me."

TBC