Sam was reading, as usual. It seemed he was determined to read every book in the bunker.
But of course he had to stop, when Gabriel appeared next to him.
"Hey Sammalamma!"
Sam looked up from the lore on, coincidentally, angels. Gabriel was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside him, smiling widely.
"Hey Gabe." He smiled back.
"So I wanted to ask you something..." Gabe trailed off.
"What?"
"Can play with your hair?" Gabriel responded somewhat shyly.
Sam was taken aback by the question. Wasn't Gabe an archangel? Shouldn't he be doing things besides braiding a hunters hair?
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Cause it's so long, and soft, and-" Gabe started to rant.
"Go ahead." He interuppted with a smile. Gabe's golden eyes lit up. Sam turned red and averted his own eyes back to his book.
xxxx
An hour later, Gabriel declared himself done. Sam thought everything was fine. Well, at least until he talked to Dean.
"Nice flowers, Samantha." Dean snorted.
Sam furrowed his brow, then eyes widened with realization.
He turned to the mirror and swore. There was a flower crown made with daisies braided into his hair.
I look like Jesus, Sam thought to himself.
xxxx
"GABE," Sam called, and walked off to find the adorable-yet-pesky archangel. Of course, he didn't have to walk far. Gabriel appeared by his side.
"Hi Sam!" Gabe beamed up at him.
"What's this?" Sam gestured to his hair.
Gabe frowned.
"You don't like it? But it's so... Soft. And sweet. I like it."
Sam sighed. Well, if Gabriel liked it, then it was good enough for him.
"Okay, I'll leave it. But only 'cause you seem to have a thing for cute pastel boys." Sam teased and nudged Gabriel's arm.
Gabe rolled his eyes, but laughed a little bit.