"I really can't see why you're so upset, Sasquatch," Gabriel whined, stepping into the motel room after Sam. Sam was fuming, covered in the dried blood of the vampire nest they'd just ganked, and glaring at Gabriel.
The archangel had returned to them six months ago with no memory of what happened. He showed up at their door, only remembering one person, Sam. It became Sam's responsibility to nurse him back to health. Eventually his memories were regained, but he was still weaker after being brought back from the dead.
"Because, Gabriel, you called yourself bait and threw yourself into the heart of the nest. You could have been killed!" Sam snapped, gesturing to the plethora of injuries Gabriel had received during the hunt.
"Unless those vamps had some angel blade fillings in their teeth, I was fine, Sammy."
Sam rubbed the brim of his nose. "That's not the point..." he groaned.
"Then what the hell is the point? Why are you so upset?"
"What if we lose you again?!" Sam shouted, effectively silencing Gabriel.
The archangel's mouth opened and closed a few times. "Sammy... You're not gonna lose me. I'm am archangel, kiddo, I'm fine."
Sam looked down, seeming to take a sudden interest in the tear in his jeans. "We lost you once... You died once already Gabriel... Not again I can't-" Sam's voice cut off and he shut his mouth, his lips forming a tight line.
Gabriel lifted his hand, reaching out to place the comfort on Sam's shoulder, but he hesitated. His hand dropped into his lap as he mentally kicked himself for now seizing the moment. "You can't what, Sam?" Gabriel asked, urging the hunter forward. When Gabriel was brought back, he hardly remembered anything from the past 300 years. He remembered just one thing, just a name and a face that smiled down at him still. Sam Winchester. Sam had been his caretaker, always there to fuss over him and make sure he was comfortable. Despite complaining about the constant fussing, he loved it. He loved- ...He liked Sam and was grateful for everything he'd done for him.
Gabriel was pulled from his own thoughts by the hunter speaking in a hushed tone. "I can't lose you again..." Sam's voice trailed off and he lifted his gaze to lock onto Gabriel's warm, golden-hazel eyes. "Not now that I-" Sam paused and cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not now, after I spent so long piecing you back together. You were hard work, Gabe, no way you're going away that easy."
Gabriel's expression brightened and a gleam of hope glistened in his eyes, only to quickly be diminished when Sam made himself clear. The archangel smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Relax, kiddo. I'm not gonna go anywhere. Can't shake me that easy, Sammy. You should know that by now."
Sam let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah...that I know. Just, please promise you'll be careful?" He turned to face Gabriel, his eyebrows knitting together in concern.
Gabriel felt his resolve crumbling at the sight of Sam's puppy-dog eyes. Damn...this kid could get him to do anything with that face.
He tried to keep up his playful banter, not wanting to seem like a softie. "Aw come on, where's the fun in being safe? Taking risks is one of the best parts of life-"
"Gabe." Sam interrupted, keeping his gaze determined, but pleading.
Gabriel felt the last of his will against the hunter crumble. "Fine. Alright..." Gabriel groaned, running his fingers through his hair before lifting his gaze to look at Sam. "I'll be safer, Sam. I promise..." he added. Gabriel hated making promises. Would he be able to keep himself safe if it meant putting Sam in danger? Not even a chance. It was as if Sam could sense his thoughts.
"And don't sacrifice yourself for me, either."
"Now hold on just a-"
"Gabriel I'm serious. Do you think I'd be able to live with myself if you have away your life for me again?" Sam demanded.
Gabriel suddenly felt furious. How could Sam think that he would be able to stand by and watch the man he- ...who made him better get killed?! "And do you think I'd be able to stand by and watch you die? No, Sam. Not a chance." His voice was stern, and Sam suddenly remembered he was still talking to an archangel. "If I was alive without you and I could have done something I... I don't know what I'd do..." All anger was gone from Gabriel's voice now as he stared down at his hands. "Sam, if I can stop you from dying, if I can keep you safe, I'm going to no matter what the cost. Even if it means killing thousands, getting myself killed, it doesn't matter. I'll do it."
Sam sputtered, his face twisting into anger. "My life isn't worth thousands, Gabriel!"
"It is to me!" Gabriel bellowed, taking a stride towards Sam and glaring up at him.
Sam's face relaxed as he stared down at Gabriel. He felt his skin heating up from their close proximity. Just lean down and...
"...Let me protect you, Sasquatch... It's what I was brought back to do..." Gabriel added, his voice now soft and gentle, any anger from before having vanished.
Gabriel couldn't help the inappropriate thoughts that were swirling around in his head. In his defense, he had a perfect view of Sam's long neck and slightly stubbly chin, and he couldn't help but yearn to pepper it with bites and kisses.
If Gabriel hadn't known better, he would have sworn he saw the hunter's gaze flicker down to his lips. But that couldn't be... It was absolutely impossible, it was...
Happening. It was happening.
While Gabriel was in his own thoughts, Sam had grabbed the archangels shoulders and attacked his mouth in a heated, desperate kiss.
Every muscle and nerve in Gabriel's body was alive and pulsing with electricity. He stood still for a moment, shock rendering him useless. But his senses finally kicked in and he kissed Sam for all he was worth.
The two became tangled in each other, Sam with one hand on Gabriel's back and another tangled in his golden hair, Gabriel with his arms wrapped around Sam's neck, fingering the brown locks he had wanted to touch for so long.
Sam let out a surprised moan when one of Gabriel's hands traveled down his back and gave his ass a squeeze. He felt the archangel smirk against his lips. Deciding to seek revenge, Sam captured Gabriel's bottom lip between his teeth. He sucked and nibbled on it, earning a gasp from the man he'd put back together and who, without even realizing it, had done the same for him.
Sam made the decision at that moment to get as many sounds from the archangel as he could, because he absolutely loved them.
The two men lay collapsed on the disheveled bed, attempting to calm their breathing. They were tangled in one another, limbs crossing over limbs and hooking around bodies. Neither was completely sure where one ended and the other began, but neither had the ability to care.
Gabriel was the first one to move, snapping his fingers to clean up the mess they made during their evening.
Sam still lay sprawled out on the mattress, attempting to calm his wild heart rate. His entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looked up to see Gabriel tracing the outline of the muscles on his stomach and grinning up at him mischievously.
"Ready for round three?" the archangel asked, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking in a way that made Sam want to kiss him senseless.
The Winchester groaned, rolling his eyes. "I'm never gonna get rest ever again..." he grumbled, faking mild irritation.
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to go on without you-mmpf!"
Gabriel was cut off my Sam suddenly attacking him with another kiss. Both were sure that Dean and Cas could hear them in the next room, but neither cared enough to silence their moans.
Sam pulled away from their kiss, panting. He rested his forehead against Gabriel's. "I meant it you know..." he managed to get out between breaths.
Gabriel was busying himself with rubbing circles on Sam's hips. "Meant what, kiddo?" he asked, humming contently as Sam's lips latched onto his earlobe.
"What I said earlier... I don't think I can live without you, especially not now," Sam whispered, his warm breath ghosting over Gabriel's skin as he spoke
Gabriel frowned, his hands stilling on Sam's hips. He cupped Sam's cheek in his hand, maneuvering the hunter so their gazes locked.
He studied the hunter, searching his eyes. They were in dangerous waters. Both were put into near death situations almost daily, and now neither of them could live without the other. It was a recipe for disaster and eventual heartbreak, but Gabriel couldn't bring himself to pull away. He wasn't strong enough to distance himself from Sam for his own good, and he knew he'd regret it later.
Gabriel's thumb caressed Sam's cheek and he offered a smile. "Well then I guess we'll both have to just stay alive..."
Epilogue (very angsty and sad, don't read if you'd like this fic to not spiral you into depression.)
"Sam! Sam no! Sammy we gotta go!" Dean shouted, trying to hold his brother back from running to the fallen angel. ...His fallen angel.
Sam pushed his brother harder than he probably should have, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He raced over to the body once so full of life, so full of love.
He'd thrown himself in harms way yet again, despite what they'd talked about months and months ago. And now he was gone, taken from the world again. Charred wings graced the ground around Gabriel's body, stretching far across the floor of the warehouse they found themselves in.
Sam didn't even bother choking back his sobs as he crumpled to the ground by his love, his angel. He clenched the blood-stained fabric of Gabriel's shirt in his fists, hoping that maybe he would wake up.
"Please wake up..." he whispered between sobs. Gabriel's blood was seeping through his shirt and jeans as it pooled around him, and Sam knew he would have to scrub himself clean as soon as he got the chance. Any other day he would call his angel, ask him to help him get clean in the shower, which would of course lead to hours of fun and sex. But not today. No, not ever again.
Sam buried his face in his lover's neck. He still felt warm, still felt like he would wake up at any second and hell gotcha. "I wouldn't be mad... I swear... If this is a joke I promise I won't be mad but please, Gabe..."
It wasn't a joke. This wasn't some game, and Sam knew it. He knew that his angel was gone.
Sam placed a hand on either side of Gabriel's face. Lifeless, once glistening golden eyes stared up at him, unblinking and unfeeling. It almost didn't look like Gabriel without a smirk, a piece of candy, and a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Sam's face twisted into sorrow-filled anger. "Damn it, Gabriel!" He pounded his fist against the ground, ignoring the pain of caused in his knuckles. He continued to pound the ground relentlessly, not bothering to care that he'd shattered a few bones.
Eventually all energy left him and he collapsed against the body of his lover.
He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, just lying with his face buried in Gabriel's shirt and his fists desperately clutching the fabric. Sam was mumbling quietly into Gabriel's chest, repeating pleas with God over and over.
"Please, God... Please bring him back... Give him back to me... He doesn't know. I didn't get to tell him."
Sam pulled away from Gabriel's chest, once again staring at the lifeless face.
"I didn't get to tell you I love you, you bastard! Why did you have to leave me before I could tell you?!" he screamed.
Sam jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around to see his brother looking down at him with sympathetic eyes.
Dean offered a hand, silently pulling his bloodied and crying brother into his arms. As far as he was concerned, Gabriel was his hero. He kept his baby brother safe tonight, kept Sammy here with him.
Sam cried into his brother's shoulder while Dean rubbed his back, trying to offer some silent comfort. "Sammy, we have to go..."
"But... Dean I can't just leave him..." Sam croaked out. His voice was hoarse from screaming and crying. He honestly wouldn't be able to tell you how long he's been here, but judging by the cold that replaced the warmth of Gabriel's skin and the color now completely gone from his face, it's been at least an hour.
"We'll come back tomorrow... Give him a proper burial..." Dean offered.
Sam knew full well that it wouldn't be that simple. He could feel the breakdowns he would have I'm his future. Tonight when he washed Gabriel's blood from his body, tomorrow when he buried his corpse, and every night and morning when he woke up to an empty bed for a very long time...
A/N: this got super angsty really fast.
Originally this was just supposed to be a cute one-shot, but when is anything ever just cute?
So I've successfully made myself sob, thanks for reading and I'm sorry.