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Authors Note: I know that it's been a while since I posted anything. This story should be updated once a week (probably Tuesdays or Wednesdays). I missed posting! Right now I have a Sabriel Big Bang complete (well besides editing) and am halfway done my second entry for the challenge. I have my Wincest Big Bang planned out and will be starting that soon not to mention my Gabriel Monthly Challenge and Gabriel Big Bang. But it's not enough posting! So I decided to push this one for once a week and hope I can keep up… who needs sleep anyways, right? Also I have FINALLY caught up with Supernatural (I know!) I hope you enjoy this story… and that I can keep it coming ^_^

Warnings: Drinking, Gambling, Mentions of sex.

Chapter 1

Going to Vegas on his birthday seemed like a promising idea at the time. Every year he booked his vacation to celebrate the day of his birth and every time his family tried to bring him down. This year was different, instead of ending up at the family home he had planned to spend the week getting drunk and blowing a good chunk of his savings. If he was going to do Vegas, he was going to do it right. Groaning while placing a hand to his heated forehead, Gabriel tried to remember how this was a clever idea now.

A flood of saliva in his mouth was his only warning before Gabriel was rushing to find the bathroom in the hotel sweet. It was a close call, closer than he wanted before Gabriel was heaving at the toilet, his clammy naked skin chilled from the tiles of the floor. Hitting the lever that was thankfully never replaced by an automatic sensor, Gabriel flushed the bile down the drain, his head resting on his arm which was slung over the bowl.

Vegas may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but his stomach was disagreeing with his choice now. Once Gabriel was certain he wasn't going to throw up again, he leaned away from the toilet and rested his back against the cool wall. Managing to squint his eyes enough against the light he had hastened to turn on, Gabriel glanced at his watch. February fifteenth. With a loud sigh, Gabriel couldn't help but chuckle.

"Happy birthday to me." He said sarcastically to the air. When a voice answered him, Gabriel's widened eyes turned to the open doorway in alarm.

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday… I don't think so anyways." Responded a tall man standing wrapped only in a hotel-provided bathrobe. He was over six feet, Gabriel saw from his prone position on the floor. The man was probably in his mid twenties, his brown hair messed from sleep and sweeping past his ears. His eyes though, the combination of colours Gabriel could hardly name; were watching him from behind long bangs.

Gabriel remembered those eyes. He could hardly remember anything past the throbbing of his skull, but he could remember those eyes. It had been those eyes that had called to him from across the room. As tacky as it sounded, Gabriel hadn't been able to resist the pull of the man's gaze. There had been plenty of people at the casino, always the random girl or two who were holding up by the tables waiting for someone to win big and take them home.

Those eyes hadn't been looking for anything more than a conversation and it was that fact more than anything else which had pulled Gabriel in. There was no need for games with Sam, Gabriel could remember how conversation flowed and though they did the whole asking what they were doing in Vegas thing, it never led to Sam asking about Gabriel's finances.

A few drinks later and Gabriel was inviting Sam to explore what Vegas had to offer with him. More drinks and Gabriel could vaguely recall a strip joint where they each spent more time touching each other than trying for the dancers. After they were kicked out of there things became all but impossible for Gabriel to remember.

All except a flash of lust-blown eyes staring up at him while he moved above the younger man. Looking up at the man now, Gabriel was thankful he had a short common name. "Sam?" Gabriel questioned, mostly certain it was the right name to call the man. At the hesitant smile he received in response Gabriel counted it as a win. In the light of day, Gabriel couldn't help but wish that he remembered more of their night together, chances are Sam wouldn't want a repeat after watching him throw up.

"I'm guessing you don't remember much of last night?"

Focusing on Sam's face instead of the broad arms crossed over his chest, Gabriel tried to remember more of the night. "I'm sorry… I remember meeting you and leaving to hit the town. Everything after the strip club is gone though, so if I said something or…" Gabriel paused. While he was speaking he had brought his left hand to rub against his face, a habit he had mostly broke when he felt it.

Holding his hand from his face, Gabriel looked at his left hand, more importantly the gold band on his ring finger. The design was a simple one, a plain golden band with a Celtic knot following the circle of gold. Taking the ring off his finger, Gabriel looked on the inside and found no inscription, but the ring fit perfectly on his hand and the design was something he would have picked out.

Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, Gabriel looked to Sam's left hand which the tall man was holding out to him. On his finger was a matching ring, the sight was enough to cause Gabriel to panic. In a second, he was hunching over the toilet again and heaving what was left of his stomach contents into the bowl. He was married. Married to someone he barely knew the name of and he had only met the night before.

For years he had been thinking about coming to Vegas and letting loose, of experiencing all that the city had to offer but never had he expected this. A large hand hesitantly was placed on his upper back, rubbing softly while Gabriel tried to gather his bearings again. Once he no longer felt like he was going to throw up, Gabriel let himself lean against the man a little, sighing heavily while he did so.

"For what it's worth, I'm only not throwing up because I figure you're doing it enough for the both of us. We can fix this… we just need to go down town and file for divorce, nobody has to know."

Gabriel nodded his head, a sad smile on his face while he did so. "Yeah, fuck though when I said I wanted a vacation to take in all Vegas had to offer I meant the strippers and poker tables, I didn't mean the chapels. Hell, what last name are we even using?"

Sam chuckled slightly, still letting Gabriel lean against him. While he was panicking a bit, Gabriel seemed to be calming down now that he knew Sam wasn't going to fight him on getting a divorce. "Milton." Answered Sam, moving away so he could face Gabriel who was slowly starting to calm down. "It was my idea, I wanted to get rid of my last name, so it was no issue to take yours. Well… wasn't an issue, you know what I mean."

Gabriel nodded his head, closing his eyes for a second before looking Sam over. "You know, I have to say if I was going to marry someone, drunk me has taste." The blush that rush onto Sam's cheeks was almost worth the wedding band on his finger. Hopefully if he could keep Sam flattered and flustered enough he might be able to convince the giant man they should celebrate their divorce with sex later. It was a shame he couldn't remember his wedding night, as looking at Sam's long legs and broad chest Gabriel was certain it would have been a night to remember.

It wasn't often he found himself staring at the physical embodiment of the perfect male form. Hopefully, Gabriel would be charming enough for a round two. Feeling more than hearing his stomach grumble, Gabriel started to stand, bushing as Sam pulled what must have been the sheet from the bed over his naked shoulders. Pants and breakfast first, then he would try to talk Sam back into bed.

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