A/N: This is set sometime after My Bloody Valentine.
Please R+R!
"Boys, boys, boys." Gabriel tutted as he appeared in Sam and Dean's motel room, Dean jumping. "You really need to clean up some of this mess." Gabriel flung a sock over his shoulder.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean wheezed. "How many times- can angels not appear here like that?"
"Calm down." Gabriel smirked.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, hand instinctively resting by his belt.
"Just wanted to say 'hi'."
"Yeah. Sure. What do you actually want?" Dean asked.
"Nothing actually. I just wanted to chill out with you two. Isn't it homely in this motel?" Gabriel laid down on a sofa, legs draping over the arm rest.
"We haven't got time for this." Dean scowled, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah?" Gabriel smirked again. "Cause the latest news is that you've got nothing to hunt lately."
"Have you been… stalking us?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Stalking, following, watching, whatever you want to call it." Gabriel waved a hand dismissively.
"Stalking sounds right." Dean retorted.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Because I've been worried about the Apocolypse Later vessels!" Gabriel exclaimed. "Wouldn't want anything to happen to you before that, now would I? Well, except maybe you saying yes."
"The answer's still no." Dean said firmly.
"Fine." Gabriel smirked again, before simply lying there, Dean and Sam hanging there awkwardly, before Gabriel felt a whoosh of air fly past him.
"Gabriel, can you just leave? We've got stuff to…" Sam began.
"Did you feel that?" Gabriel asked, standing up.
"Uh… no?" Sam said, confused.
"It was just like…" Gabriel gasped, and his eyes widened, before he returned to normal. "Can I have a word with Sam for a second?"
"Um… sure…" Sam agreed hesitantly, walking out into the corridor, Gabriel following.
"So, what did you want to talk abo…"
But Sam never got to finish that sentence, because then, Gabriel pinned him to the wall, his lips meeting his, Sam's eyes wider than they'd ever been.