I literally have no idea where this came from. I think I just wanted to see Sam and Gabriel in this situation so I pulled this out of my ass. Enjoy.


"Gabriel! GABRIEL!" No, this couldn't be happening. He almost lost him once, he couldn't lose him now. He just couldn't lose his angel. He wouldn't be able to handle it. "Gabriel, please, don't do this!" He sobbed into his angels hair, gripping him close.

Sam woke with a start. It was just a dream, right? He hoped so, but the absence of Gabriel's arms wrapped around him sent fear through his body. No, he was not dead. It was just a dream. He got up and looked about their dark room; no Gabriel. He went into the bathroom; no Gabriel. He felt panic setting in. Where had he gone? No no no no-

"Shhh, come on, Ellen, Papa's here." Gabriel's voice. Sam turned and saw the baby monitor. He felt relief rush over him; Ellen must have started crying and Gabriel must have gone to comfort their little baby girl. He smiled as he thought of his beautiful baby girl. He remembered vividly how shocked he had been when Gabriel had (in what he couldn't help but describe as a school girl voice) announced that he was pregnant. His response was to claim it was impossible because Gabriel was a man, but Gabriel easily explained that, as an archangel, it was entirely possible. He told Sam that at some point, what he surmised was approximately thirteen weeks prior, Sam must have stroked his wings in the right way while they made love. He must have hit the right spots on his wings in the right way and order to open Gabriel's grace and vessel up to conceiving a child. It didn't really make sense to Sam, but then again, when did half of the things Gabriel did make sense to him? So, he accepted the explanation without a fight, instead losing himself in the happiness that they were having a baby. He decided the strangest thing about pregnant Gabriel was his cravings; he was eating what Dean often called "rabbit food" almost exclusively. Sweets actually seemed to make him sick. He had once angrily blamed Sam for that and said that it was his fault if their precious baby didn't like sweets. Sam had just laughed and hugged the shorter man.

Sam smiled in at Gabriel gently rocking Ellen back and forth. She was two months old, now. The first couple weeks had been hard; Sam had barely gotten any sleep and Gabriel was still exhausted from the pregnancy and birth. Now, though, they had a good system set up. Gabriel would go to check on her one week and the next week Sam would be the one going in and rocking her to sleep. Sam couldn't really describe what he felt when he saw the smile Gabriel had looking at their daughter; it was happy, but not his usual grin. It was pride, love, kindness; it was who Gabriel had been before becoming the trickster. It was Gabriel looking over the expectant mothers and new born children. Only this time, he was looking after his own baby. Sometimes Sam thought that Gabriel had purposefully gotten pregnant; after years of watching over babies and expectant mothers, Gabriel must have gotten baby fever at some point. Sam figured maybe Gabriel had subconsciously done it; he may not have even been aware that he wanted a baby, but his grace and body were aware and so when he became settled and mated, it happened. Sam wouldn't have it any other way, honestly. He loved his small, albeit unconventional, family. He and Gabriel had Ellen; Dean and Castiel had Mary and John, their rather rambunctious toddler twins, and Bobby was happy to baby sit when they wanted nights to themselves. Mary had decided that Bobby was Grampy only a few weeks ago and John had gladly agreed with his twin.

"Sam, what are you doing up? Did you have another nightmare?" Sam smiled as he was brought from his thoughts by his mate's voice as Gabriel walked over, Ellen fast asleep in his arms. Sam gently ran a thumb across her tiny cheek.

"Yeah." He felt no need to hide it from Gabriel; the angel knew full well the nightmares that plagued Sam, just as Castiel knew about the nightmares that plagued Dean. Gabriel reached up and kissed Sam's cheek.

"Let me put her back in her crib and I'll be back in. I promise I'm not leaving, Samsquatch." Gabriel reassured him. Sam smiled. Life wasn't perfect, but Sam could work with it.