Authors Note: Hello everyone! So this the work which was voted on! We have a full-length Christmas story with Sabriel as the central pairing. I hope that you all enjoy.

~This has been edited by QueenOfHearts

Warnings: Mutual Pining, Hand Jobs, Sleeping Together, Hurt! Gabriel, Sleep-Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Frottage, Rough Oral Sex, Oral Sex, Bottom Gabriel/Top Sam Winchester, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex

Chapter One

With the bunker full, keeping everything and everyone organized was a job and a half. From making check-ins, to organizing who needed to be where and what came up as a potential hunt, Sam was nearly ragged by the end of the day, barely getting his four hours of sleep before going at it again. He was tried, burnt out and damn near ready to tell everyone where to shove it and take a couple of days for himself. Still, he found himself in the library with a few other hunters trying to figure out what was killing people in Michigan. It wasn't his department anymore; there were other people there who had grasped the role of a researcher so that he could focus on keeping everyone alive.

Flipping the page of the text he was reading, Sam tried not to think about the hour he would be missing of sleep tonight. It was good to keep busy, to keep his mind occupied as not to think about the things he couldn't change. He couldn't hunt down Michael without a lead; he couldn't restore Jack's powers; he couldn't wipe out all the monsters that threatened people in the world. And he couldn't bring back Gabriel. It was always there, at the back of his mind, how the archangel died.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he could picture the look on Gabriel's face as Michael stabbed him, of how the archangel had tried his best to give them time to escape, how they had failed him. It was Sam's idea to leave Lucifer there, to go back without the Devil. If he would have extended a helping hand, if he would have let Lucifer come back with them then Michael never would have opened the portal to their world. If he had allowed Lucifer to come back, Gabriel's death wouldn't have been in vain.

Gabriel had never wanted to fight his brothers, had left his home and everything he knew behind so he didn't have to, and not once but twice he was stabbed by them. Sure, the Michael of that world wasn't the same, but Sam had seen the look in the archangel's eyes once he saw Gabriel. There was affection there. Michael had thought Gabriel returning was a blessing. The blond could have walked away; Sam was confident the archangel would have survived if he hadn't needed to once again sacrifice himself for them.

Last time Gabriel had enough power to make a double, to hide away once the scene was played out. There was no possible way that he had managed to regain enough grace to fool Michael. This time Gabriel's death was for real. And it was Sam's fault. He should have left the archangel alone; he should never have tried to convince Gabriel to join them once they dealt with Loki. It wasn't Dean who reached out to the archangel; it was Sam, and he had known exactly what he was doing at the time. Still, he encouraged Gabriel to help them when he knew the archangel was at the last of his power.

Seeing someone hesitate in the doorway, Sam turned his head and looked up from his book, mentally shaking the memories away. Jack stood there, his right hand clenched in a fist, a gesture he made when uncertain. Glancing around the room to see who was around, Sam gave the Nephilim a smile which seemed to put him at ease as he made his way forward. "Hey, Jack, what can I do for you?"

Jack took a seat beside him, glancing at the book Sam had been reading before coming in. "I was wondering something. I was in town today with Mary gathering supplies when I noticed that everything is decorated with wreaths and little glass balls and lights. I asked Mary, and she told me it was because it's going to be Christmas soon. What exactly does that mean, Sam? I know that it's a holiday celebrated by Christians, but we don't have anything decorated in the bunker, and I was wondering when we would start."

It had been a long time since Sam had celebrated an honest Christmas. The last one he could remember was their pine-scented air fresheners the year Dean sold his soul. It seemed like forever ago that he and Dean had even exchanged newspaper-wrapped gifts, not since Bobby died. Looking at Jack who was waiting for an answer, Sam sighed. "We don't typically celebrate it, Jack. Dean and I haven't had the best childhood and Christmas was always something that we didn't bother to focus on. Normally around that time, there's always a hunt. We probably won't even be here on Christmas."

It hurt watching Jack go from excited to sad while he explained that they wouldn't be celebrating the holiday. The Nephilim nodded his head; his eyes widened for a second before he spoke. "But… what about everyone else? I mean now that they have somewhere safe, what if they want to celebrate? Shouldn't we ask them before deciding anything?"

Glancing over at the couple who were within earshot, Sam shrugged. "I suppose, but Christmas is a day to worship God and his angels… don't you think people who have been to war with angels might not like having it thrown in their faces?" It was harsh, but Sam didn't think it would be fair to thrust Christmas on those who had lost loved ones and their entire world, to the creatures who were featured in the holiday.

Jack bowed his head and the couple who were listening in bit their lips before whispering to one another. Sam couldn't make out what they were saying, but he had a feeling his stance on Christmas was about to be shaken. "You're right, Sam. I'm going to ask Bobby to make sure, but if it's not something that they want to celebrate I'll leave it alone. Can I still get you, Dean and Castiel something though? Even if it's something small I would like to get my fathers something for our first Christmas together as a family."

"Sure, Jack, we can figure something out," Sam readily agreed. Satisfied with the answer, Jack left the room, presumably to find Bobby and ask if the man wanted to celebrate Christmas in the bunker. Sam wasn't surprised when the couple who had been listening in spoke up, one of the men clearing his throat to gain Sam's attention.

"You know, we wouldn't mind if the kid wanted to decorate. It's been a long time since we had something to celebrate and though we have no intentions of it being a traditional Christmas it could be fun to get together. Maybe we could have a Secret Santa for those living here. A few of the youngsters have been asking if we were going to do something, but we didn't want to step on anyone's toes considering that we are living with an angel."

Running a hand through his hair, Sam sighed. "Yeah, I'll ask Dean and Cas if they are alright with it, but I don't see it being too much of a bother if we put out some decorations around the place." Returning to his research, Sam found what he was looking for and sent a quick text to the hunter who was out on the field before standing and leaving the library after returning the book to its section.

Convincing Dean to decorate for Christmas with a bunch of people he barely associated with was going to be fun. While it wasn't going to be perfect, perhaps they could salvage some of the holidays and spend it as a family. It wasn't often that they were able to let Jack be a kid, and it could be fun to help him celebrate.

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