Revelations

"I don't see why you couldn't take my name," Gabriel griped, feet pushing against Sam's thigh from his position at the opposite end of the couch as they hashed their way through the details of their rather unorthodox marriage contract.

Sam sighed heavily, laying down his pen to rub at his tired eyes. "You don't have a last name, Gabriel."

"Not yet," Gabriel conceded, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm thinking of choosing one. Right now I'm leaning toward Sexy."

Sam stared at him, expression inscrutable. "Gabriel Sexy."

Gabriel wagged his eyebrows at him. "Dr. Gabriel Sexy, with a PhD in the art of lovemaking."

Sam stared at him blankly for a moment, long enough for Gabriel to wag his eyebrows once again, before turning back to the paper in front of him with a weary sigh. "I can't believe I'm marrying you."

Gabriel pouted as his joke fell flat and scooted farther down into the couch cushions. "Why are we getting married?" he whined. He didn't really give a damn one way or the other whether they were married—they were together regardless of what a measly piece of paper said—but the lawyer side of Sam insisted. Actually he had more than insisted; Sam spouted off for well over an hour about visitation rights if one of them were in the hospital and financial advantages and so on and so forth. Gabriel stopped listening after the first couple minutes because he already knew it was bullshit. Sam wanted to get married because he wanted to get married, not because of any legal benefits, but because of sentimentality. Because of love. And really, Gabe couldn't argue about that.

But when his ears had caught on Sam hesitantly mentioning adoption rights in his argument, Gabriel had tuned back in pretty quickly.

"You want kids?" He kept his voice neutral, not wanting to give anything away. Gabriel loved kids—they laughed at all of his jokes, raised hell, and could never get enough sugar, what wasn't to love?—but didn't know how Sam felt about them. He had been raised a hunter, after all. If anything would put a person off from reproduction, that lifestyle would. It was hardly the picture of ideal child-rearing.

Sam's face fell blank as he stared at Gabriel, both struggling to read the other's expression. "I…that is…I always assumed that some day I may have kids. But…well…considering the circumstances…I would understand if you didn't…"

A slow grin spread across Gabriel's face, making Sam's rambling peter off. "I would love to have kids," Gabe confided softly.

Sam's answering smile was filled with love. "So would I."

Gabe swung his feet around and crawled across the couch into Sam's lap for a make-out session, paperwork falling forgotten to the floor. For a long time neither of them spoke with words, and eventually Sam had to pull away to breathe, but he didn't go far, still resting his forehead against Gabriel's as he caught his breath.

"We don't have to adopt."

Sam jerked back, staring down at his partner with an expression of confusion and hurt. "But I thought you said you wanted kids."

Gabriel wrapped his hands around the back of Sam's neck before he could pull any farther away. "I do want kids, Sammy. And we're going to have kids. But we're not adopting them."

Sam continued to stare at him, uncomprehending and wary, not wanting to get his hopes up again.

"There's a lot you don't know about angels, Sammy." Gabriel slid one hand down from Sam's neck to rest on his own stomach. "We can have a baby without adoption."

Sam's gaze lit on Gabriel's stomach, resting there as he let the new information sink in. "You can get pregnant?" He tried to keep his voice neutral, but Gabriel detected a note of awe in it. Of course, Gabe was just so used to people having awe in their voices when they spoke to him that he may have just been projecting.

"Yeah, Sammy. I can get pregnant. We can have a baby." He tilted Sam's face up to kiss him, letting his lips linger for several moments before pulling back and pushing himself up out of Sam's lap and pulling his giant of a future-husband up behind him. "Whaddaya say we go give it a shot?"

Sam recovered from his shocked stupor quickly. "Hells yeah," he growled, tackling Gabriel to the carpet.

They never made it to the bedroom.