"Your brother is a giant douchenozzle, you know that?" Gabriel turns to Sam on the motel bed, the usual smirk on his face.
"Well you did kill him, like, 300 times," Sam replies, lying on his back and looking at the archangel out of the corner of his eye. "Plus, you got him shot in that sexy doctor show. I mean, you haven't exactly been nice to him."
Gabriel props himself up on his elbows, turning to Sam and tracing a finger down his chest. "Did you agree with him? About standing up to my brothers and all that?"
Sam sighs heavily and turns on his side to face Gabriel. He reaches out to run a hand through the angel's hair, looking into his mottled hazel eyes. "I know this is hard for you to accept, but Dean and I are never going to say yes to Michael and Lucifer. It's just not going to happen." Sam closes his eyes and sighs again, trying to figure out the best way to say what he needs to say.
"Look, I know the way it's supposed to end, and you've known it for millennia. But it doesn't have to end like God says – he obviously hasn't taken an interest in what you've been doing all these years, so why should he try to intervene when he sons have a disagreement?" By the look on Gabriel's face when he mentioned God, Sam knows that he's struck a nerve.
Gabriel sits up and hangs his legs over the side of the bed, turning away from Sam. He says quietly, "You have no idea how much it hurts to know that your father doesn't even care about you anymore. I mean, I would even prefer being cast out of Heaven like Lucifer if it meant that Dad would acknowledge my existence."
"Don't say that, Gabe." Sam didn't know what else to say, or if there was anything he could say to console the archangel he had come to love so much. He sits up and wraps his arms around Gabriel's chest, resting his head on Gabriel's shoulder and whispering in his ear, "I love you."
Gabriel wiped away the few tears that had trailed down his cheeks, and reached up his hands to hold Sam's arms. "At least I know I have someone who loves me." After a beat, Gabriel adds, "Even if that someone has a brother who's a giant douchebag."
At that, Sam pulls Gabriel back on the bed, tickling his sides and flipping them over so he can straddle the archangel. Gabriel sighs and runs his hands down Sam's hips and thighs. He notices the bulge in Sam's boxers and wiggles his eyebrows, grabbing Sam's butt and pulling him down for a kiss. When they finally break away, Gabriel whispers hotly in Sam's ear, "Ready for round two?"
