Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
A/N: This is Gabe's POV. There's also another version of the same story from Sam's POV called Miss You, Sam
Gabriel knew how much Sam suffered. He came to understand how much the young hunter blamed himself for the archangel's death and he tried his best to comfort his beloved in the only ways he could. At first, Gabe spent a lot of time just trying to figure out the extent of what being an angel ghost involved. Unlike normal human ghosts he caused warm spots. So when winter rolled around he stayed dutifully by Sam's side, keeping him warm. Sam would also cry occasionally so Gabe would try to give him a sign, show him he was still here. He'd move this, break that, but Sam seemed oblivious to this valiant effort. Gabriel would talk endlessly to Sam, hoping eventually the human would hear but as time went on Sam got more and more frustrated and Gabriel got more and more desperate. Other ghosts would show up, curious about the fabled angel ghost. They'd see him and become enraged, how was it fair that he could simply follow around his true love when they were trapped on this world bound to certain objects or places. Gabriel would have to fight them off and all this, Sam was unaware of. Gabriel's daily struggle not only to survive, but to comfort Sam went by unnoticed. Dean, of course was no help. He seemed to be constantly referencing Gabriel and his unfortunate demise. This would enrage Sam to no end. Gabriel really didn't care that he was dead; all he cared about was the fact that his death upset Sammy. So as he sat casually in the dingy motel room listening to Dean rant about not being able to have sexy time with Cas, you're welcome Dean-o, he saw Sam's fists turn white. Sure he had prevented Dean from having sex for what seemed like longer than humanly possible, but that was no reason to upset Sam!
"No really. We get going and just when we're about to finish the job something happens. Like I'm cursed or something. Every time." Dean said.
"Like the door flying open in the wind?" Sam asked remembering having doors open for him, like a polite ghost holding the door for him. Gabriel smirked, or a polite boyfriend holding the door for his adorable moose. "Could be a ghost." Sam offered.
"Yes! Good thought Sammy! Now take all the facts and put together the puzzle." Gabe clapped eagerly hovering above Sam. "You're so cute when you're smart."
"I don't have anything that would be haunted." Dean said.
"That's cause you're not haunted idiot." Gabe rolled his eyes.
"And I haven't seen any ghosts." Cas added. Gabriel noted that living angels couldn't see him.
"You know, it's the kinda shit Gabriel would pull. Fucking trickster." Dean growled.
"I'm not fucking a trickster but I know Sam wants to. So get your ass out of your head and fix this." Gabriel shouted at Dean, noticing Sam shrink out of the corner of his eye.
"Gabe's dead." Sam ground out.
"Sammy." Gabriel sat next to his hunter running his transparent hand down Sam's back trying to comfort him.
"Can angels be ghosts? Maybe you can't see angel ghosts." Dean offered.
"That's the idea!" Gabriel said eagerly.
"Anyway, I really need to finish the job soon or I might explode. Literally." Dean said before he and Cas left.
"Dear Gabe," Sam shut his eyes trying not to cry.
"It's adorable how you don't know how to pray Sammy baby." Gabriel laughed as he kissed Sam's nose.
"I'm lonely. Miss you, Sam."
"I'm trying Sammy." Gabriel said sadly watching Sam curl up on the bed. Sam jolted up, scanning the room urgently, had he heard?