Gabriel found himself leaning against a shady, nondescript motel wall that was directly across the room from Sam Winchester's bed. It was the middle of the night and Sam was fast asleep, breath evenly flowing in and out of his lungs, heart beating evenly, and Sam seemed to be content. Everything seemed fine, physically. So why the hell do I want to walk around in his dreamscape? Gabriel pulled a sucker out of thin air and poped it in his mouth, debating what to do. I want to just make sure that he's completely fine. Then I'll leave him alone, and fly off to find some asshole and show him the error of his ways...But Gabriel was lying to himself, and he knew that he wouldn't leave until Sam asked him to. He also knew that he wanted to know what Sam dreamed about.
There are certain issues and events that the mind can't process until it's in a subconscious state, and Gabriel wanted to know what those issues and events were. He wanted to know everything about Sam, and why the hell not? He decided that he would be the one to look after the Moose, because obviously he couldn't do it by himself, and there was no way that he could trust Dean to look after Sammy...and that rationalization freaked Gabriel the hell out. So instead of thinking about the situation anymore, he decided what he was going to do. With that thought, he let some of his Grace flow into Sam's mind.
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Sam was sitting in a library. Of course. The room wasn't really that big, it was cozy, completely lined with books and the windows were framed in cherry wood. The shades were open, and the picture in the window showed that it was dusk outside. The wall space that wasn't lined with bookshelves was colored a sage green, and the floor was adorned with plush carpets. The focal wall had a fireplace recessed in to it, and the fire was crackling happily. The room had a couch and an oversized chair, which Sam was currently sitting in, his legs curled up underneath him. He was reading The Odyssey by the light that the small lamp that was sitting on the end table, was casting over the arm of the chair. There was a song playing quietly on the stereo, Bach's Cello Suite No. 1, Gabriel absently noticed.
"Gabriel?" Sam asked once he realized that there was something different about his dream. The song on the radio abruptly changed into the opening notes of a country song.
"Heya, Sammy-boy. Whatcha up to?" Gabriel asked in mock enthusiasm, walking around the room. He noticed that all the books were either Sam's favorite stories, or monster hunting books.
"Why are you here?" Sam asked with a hint of uncertainty, mostly just curiosity. Gabriel sighed and turned away from the bookshelf to look at Sam.
"What, I can't crash book club? You hurt me, Sam-a-lam." He said forlornly.
Sam paused briefly. "I'm trying to enjoy the fact that I don't have to get up early in the morning tomorrow, that Dean and I don't have a case, and that we're going to see Bobby in the next couple of days," he said patiently, as if talking to a small child. "What are you doing in my dream?" He repeated the question, this time with a hint of irritation, along with the curiosity. My, oh my, you're so good lookin'... the radio quietly twanged and then immediately shut off, Sam flushing bright red.
"Making sure that you're sleeping restfully," Gabriel responded truthfully. He was a little surprised at himself, because, really, what the hell made him tell the truth? Must have been the music...or that adorable blush.
" Well, I'm fine, and I'm sure that if I do have some sort of problem, you'll know," Sam stated mater-of-fact.
"And how do you think I'll just know that you'll be in some sort of peril?"
"Because you're watching me sleep," Sam said smugly.
Gabriel abruptly retracted his Grace and watched Sam wake up disgruntled and groggy. He left before he thought Sam had time to register what the sound of his wings was, mind reeling. The music and the conversation had been too much. He wasn't able to process it.
Gabriel's favorite classical song, whether Sam knew or not, was Bach's Suite No. 1 for Cello. He popped into concerts by the greatest musicians when he knew that they were playing that piece, and just sat back and relaxed, letting the music wash over him. There was something about the way that the chords sounded together, that made him feel closer to his family than he ever had, ever since he went into hiding. The other song, Gabriel didn't want to touch with a ten foot pole. Not because Gabriel was scared. He was never scared. But, he couldn't think about that right now. All he could do was fly and hope that Sam didn't hear or see him leave.
But Sam heard, and knew the minute he woke up why Gabriel had gone.