Sam had no idea how this had happened. He had just planned on helping Gabriel go through some things and donate them. Now he was sitting on the newly cleaned off couch watching Doctor Who. How had this happened?

Sam stood in the doorway to Gabriel's apartment, stock still in horror.

"Oh, my god…."

It was terrifying. The living room was filled to the brim with clutter. A hockey stick was set against the TV, the couch was buried under what Sam hoped was clean clothing. Boxes were everywhere, some empty and some full. From what Sam could see, the kitchen wasn't much better. Dishes filled the sink, and Chinese takeout cartons sat on the counter. It was disgusting.

Gabriel nodded as he looked at the space he had occupied for the last two years.

"Yeah I know it's a bit of a mess, I haven't finished unpacking yet."

Sam goggled at Gabriel's words. He had to be joking. There was no way that Gabriel had been living here that long and still hadn't unpacked.

Gabriel noticed Sam staring at him. "What? I get distracted easily."

Gabriel proved that he did indeed get distracted easily. Every third item he packed away he would pick something up and start playing with it.

He held a nun chucker up and showed it to Sam.

"See? It actually chucks toy nuns at you! Isn't that just the most hilarious thing you've ever seen?" He held it up so Sam could see the fearful looks painted on the nuns faces.

"I don't know whether to be afraid of you, or to be afraid for you." Sam took the nun chucker and tossed it in the 'donate' box. He kept Gabriel from fishing it out as they worked. He and Gabriel had been working together on Ellen's coffee for almost one year; although they only really started hanging out though when their brothers started dating. That was when they found that they shared common ground; they both had idiot brothers who need more help than they're willing to admit.

Sam liked Gabriel, he was funny and snarky. Even if the pranks he pulled sometimes crossed the line. He still hadn't forgotten the time pictures of clowns had been taped all over his apartment. Dean hadn't known why Sam had freaked out when he had seen it for the first time.

Other than the rare mental scaring, Sam really liked Gabriel. He just wasn't sure whether Gabriel liked him all that much.

Gabriel shoved clothes off of the couch.

"Oh, my god! My couch is blue!" He stared in awe at the dusty blue colored fabric.

"You didn't know that?"

"Two years Sammy boy, two years since I saw my couch for the first and last time."

"Dude, spring cleaning; have you even heard of it?" Sam squinted over at where Gabriel was kneeling.

"I think I had a dream about it once, this sexy maid was going at-''

"I really don't need or want you to finish that sentence."

Gabriel leered at Sam, waggling his eyebrows he said "What, Dean doesn't tell you about his encounters with Cassie?"

"Does Cas tell you?" Sam shot back. Gabriel shuddered and muttered a quick "Point taken," before getting back to packing things away.

Gabriel chucked a miniature TARDIS at Sam, hitting him in the back of his head.

"Ow! Gabe what the fuck is wrong with you?" Sam rubbed the spot where it had hit him.

"I'm lonely and don't know how to express my feelings," Gabriel dead panned.

Sam picked up the small plastic toy. He hit the switch on the bottom, causing it to light up.

"I didn't know you like Doctor Who." He looked up at Gabriel, a grin across his face. "Who's your favorite one?"

"Eight," Gabriel said right away.

"Really? He only had one movie, it wasn't even that good."

"Sweet cheeks, if there's one thing I love, it is cheesy movies. Preferably ones filled with bad effects," Gabriel explained with a grin.

"I couldn't even get through it all, I thought it was ridiculous." Sam was organizing a pile of books when he heard Gabriel's soft gasp.

Gabriel flung himself at Sam, his hands resting on Sam's crossed legs and his face a scant inch away. Sam felt a blush rise in his cheeks as his eyes widened in shock.

"You judged it before you even finished IT?!" He yelled the last word, unable to believe that Sam would do such a thing.

"I thought the plot was stupid, the writing wasn't much better either." Don't look at his lips, don't look at his lips. Was the running thought in Sam's head.

"That's the point! It's stupid but that's what makes it better!" Gabriel didn't move back, he stayed where he was, hands digging into Sam's thighs.

Sam gulped; this was not how he had thought the night would go. He hadn't exactly pictured the chaotic apartment in his plans either though. He had just thought that they would pack a few things away and call it a day. This however, was slightly more enjoyable.

"That's it," Gabriel said, standing up and moving towards the TV set up against the wall. "We are watching it, here and now, no buts."

"Does this mean I have to get rid of mine?" Sam joked. Sam's mind was reeling, what had started out as a favor to a friend was now turning into a movie night. This night was getting better as it progressed.

"Samwise, the day you get rid of that perky little butt of yours is the day Dean does the Macarena in a bikini," Gabriel said as he ran his hands over his DVD collection.

"That image is now burned into my retinas now, thanks for that."

"Oh you know me, always happy to help out a friend."

Gabriel slipped the DVD into the player, the blue glow of the TV switched to an FBI warning. Gabriel bounced onto the couch next to Sam.

"I'm warning you right now, if you do not love it our friendship is over, I will refuse to acknowledge you in the presence of friends and family." Gabriel skipped through the commercials, heading straight to the menu.

"Are you going to bite your thumb at me?" Sam smiled.

"I will bite my thumb, but not at you sir." Gabriel beamed at him. He pressed play and settled down to watch the movie.

They watched in silence, whenever Sam had tried to speak Gabriel had shushed him. Sam had stopped trying a certain point. He watched the movie, and to his surprise he found that he liked it. Paul Mcgann was good as the Doctor, funny and slightly ridiculous. Just as the Doctor should be.

The credits ran, Gabriel paused it and looked at Sam.

"So, what did we learn today?" He asked in a teacher voice.

"We learned that all Doctor Who is good Doctor Who." Sam said in a sing song voice.

"That was not the lesson; god knows that all Who is not good Who. Have you even seen some of the episode lately?" Gabriel shook his head in disgust. "The lesson here is that I am always right."

"Do I need to remind you about the cinnamon bun incident?"

Gabriel glared at Sam. "We swore never to mention that again."

"No, you said we would never speak of it again, I said no such thing." Gabriel got off the couch, mumbling about semantics as he walked into the kitchen.

Gabriel returned to the couch and handed Sam a beer. They sipped their drinks in silence for a few minutes. Then Sam broke the silence.

"Do you have any of the Monty Python movies?" Sam asked him, Gabriel's face lit up at the question.

"Oh Sammy, do I ever! I hope you realize the can of worms you just opened." He got up from his seat and pulled out another movie, it was Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

"You understand that once I put this in you're going to have to stay here and watch all of it, quoting all the good parts, right?" He asked Sam gravely.

"I have read and accept the terms of the agreement."

"Good, let's start this sucker!"

Sam fell asleep halfway through the movie, his head leaning on Gabriel's shoulder. Gabriel finished the movie before he got up, pulling Sam with him.

"C'mon big boy, it's time for beddy bye." Sam yawned and tried to open his eyes all the way. Gabriel led him down the short hallway towards his room. Sam flopped down on the bed right away, not waiting for Gabriel to pull the blankets back.

"You think there's room for one more?" He heard Gabriel asked. Sam nodded and moved over, turning his back on Gabriel. He snuggled into the soft comforter, sighing softly when he got comfortable.

Gabriel laid down fully clothed next to him. Gabriel had grabbed an extra pillow off of the floor and tucked it under his head. They fell asleep quickly, not bothering with goodnights.

A/N

So, I finished the first chapter of the semi-sorta-not-really a sequel.

I'm not sure how good it is, but it's at least acceptable to publish. I have the next few chapters thought out, so you won't have to wait to long for them. Hope you enjoy it :)