Title: Supernatural ABC's

Author: Tigergirl

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural or any of its characters.

Summary: A random series of fics using the letters of the alphabet. Sabriel, Destiel, hurt/comfort, and more!

Author's Note: I'm writing a variety of different stories with different word counts and themes. Each will start with a letter of the alphabet. Some chapters will be longer than others.

Chapter One

A is for Attraction

"DEAN!"

Dean's eyes snapped open and he jerked upright. The painful reminder of his cracked ribs forced a hiss out of him. Despite the pain, he tried to throw off the covers and climb to his feet. A strong hand caught his shoulder and firmly pushed him back down.

"Stay down. You're still healing," a gruff voice told him.

Dean groaned as he pushed himself up to lean against a pillow propped up against the headboard. He glared at the angel standing beside his bed.

"I gotta check on Sam," Dean growled.

The angel rolled his eyes.

"Sam already has someone taking care of him," he hinted.

"Your brother?" Dean asked.

The angel nodded. "My brother."

Dean looked down at his tightly wrapped ribs and finally took notice of the multitude of bruises and cuts all over his body.

"Why do I look…" Dean started.

"…like a Hell Hound dragged you through a sea of broken glass?" the angel finished.

Dean shot him another annoyed look. The angel chuckled before sitting down on the bed beside him.

"Simple. We broke in there when we heard your panicked yell and we used up most of our juice blasting every creature in that building to the afterlife. You want to explain me what you were thinking hosting a ball for every demon and creature in a 50 mile radius?"

Unable to shoot or stab the angel, Dean kicked out at him. He grew more annoyed when the angel simply moved away with another chuckle.

"Archangel or not, I will end you," Dean warned.

Gabriel shook his head with a big grin.

"Save it for when you're back to full strength, Big Boy," Gabriel teased.

Dean groaned as his body sagged back against the pillow. He had to make sure Sam was okay. Try as he might, he couldn't trust the word of the former Trickster.

"Dean."

The hunter's eyes snapped open. He didn't even know he had closed them. All of the humor and joking was gone from Gabriel's face. It was replaced with a serious look on his face.

"Sam took the worse out of the two of you, but Castiel is caring for him. You know he won't let little Sammy suffer," Gabriel said.

At first, Dean was silent. Then he spoke in a quiet voice.

" 'm the only one 'llowed to call 'im 'at," he mumbled.

Gabriel smiled as he patted Dean on his good knee. Dean's eyelids started lowering. The exhaustion was setting in now that Dean knew Sammy was okay.

"Yes. Baby brother has told me many times. Even threatened to deep-fry and barbeque me in holy water if I continued," Gabriel said.

Dean's lids fell shut with a small chuckle escaping. " 'at's muh Sammy."

Gabriel stood up and pulled the covers further up to cover the hunter. Dean made an hmm sound in the back of his throat when he felt a warm kiss to his forehead.

"Get some rest, Dean-o."

Gabriel made to perch elsewhere while the hunter rested, but a strong grip snagged his wrist.

"You 'eed res' 'oo, 'tard," Dean mumbled.

The Archangel shook his head with a chuckle.

"Is that how the famous Dean Winchester has managed to bed so many?"

Despite falling asleep, Dean shot him a fierce glare.

"Fuck off or get under the covers."

With another, quieter chuckle, Gabriel slipped under the covers. Dean carefully rolled onto his side, facing away from the archangel. He didn't fully relax until the other body sealed itself against his back with arms and soft wings wrapped around him.

"Silly Winchester," Gabriel murmured.

"…'umbass, 'ings."

Dean floated off to sleep with the archangel's chuckle echoing in his ear.