Something To Live For
Summary: Sam's feeling down, but he doesn't expect the coincidence that gives him something to live for.
Set: Pretty much anytime after Sam gets rid of Ezekiel/Galadriel and Cas rejoins the boys in the bunker
AU: None
Sam stared down at the drink in his hands for at least the tenth time that evening. The liquid sloshed helplessly against the glass when he titled it, and Sam was briefly reminded of waves, rather than alcohol.
"Sam, I don't think that's good for your health" Sam heard a low voice behind him, and turned to see Cas with a worried expression on his face.
"Do I look like I give a damn?" Sam slurred, pointing to his own face sloppily.
"You look intoxicated"
Sam nodded and downed the last of his drink in record time. Cas hesitated in the doorway for a moment. Dean would be able to handle this, Cas reflected, but he had gone out to buy food, leaving him with Sam alone in the bunker.
"Don't bother getting Dean" Sam mumbled, realising what Cas was thinking of doing "I'm going out"
"That's definitely a bad idea" Cas reached out to stop Sam, but Sam dodged his touch and left the bunker, almost slamming the door on Cas' nose as he tried to pursue him.
"Sam, please?" Cas has appeared in front of Sam who just brushed past Castiel as if nothing had happened.
Suddenly, Cas disappeared, and Sam moved faster to avoid confrontation with Dean, who would be materialising with Castiel at any moment. He ran away from the bunker, the alcohol giving his body a temporary numbness that meant he could run faster for longer, not paying attention to traffic or pedestrians. He slammed into people as he sprinted, letting out a slightly crazy laugh when he was almost hit by a truck. Eventually, Sam found himself outside a motel, and decided to check in for the night. He sent Dean a text to let him know he was ok, and that he needed some space for a night, and immediately received a furious reply. Sam pocketed his phone, ignoring the obvious ringing of Dean calling, and went inside.
"Dude, your phone is ringing" the boy at the desk said, stupidly.
"I know" Sam said, determined not to slur.
"Oh. Um... single room? Oh wait- we only have rooms 68 or 70 left"
"And?"
"The dude in 69 is a complete jerk, and he's been in that room for months now. No one wants those rooms"
"I'll give it a shot"
"That's what the last guy said" the boy muttered darkly, but hit some buttons on the computer and handed Sam a key after taking his money.
"Enjoy your stay"
This uncertain farewell made Sam all the more curious about his neighbour for the night. As he approached the doorway, he could hear loud music playing, but nothing more disturbing than that. As he threw his coat down and switched on the lights, a loud banging noise vibrated the walls, but Sam had slept through worse before, and this didn't bother him in the slightest.
Still yawning from the effects of alcohol, Sam collapsed onto his bed fully clothed, and felt himself drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, there was a sharp knocking on his door and Sam felt a pang of annoyance run through his body. He was tired, drunk, and not in the mood for company.
The knocking was becoming incessant now. Repetitive taps on his door that he couldn't ignore. Fuming, Sam crossed the room in a few strides, ripping the door open so it slammed against the wall.
"Whoa. I was just-" a voice started, before they both froze.
Sam was looking at a very familiar, short man. His light brown hair was slightly messier than he remembered, and his amber eyes were wide with surprise, but there was no mistaking this person for anyone else than the archangel Gabriel. He had a lollipop in his mouth, and from the way Gabriel's mouth hung slightly open, he could see it was cherry red.
"Sam?"
"Gabriel? I thought you were dead. You said you were dead"
"I-I had enough of getting involved" Gabriel murmured sheepishly "And you needed incentive to get away"
Sam frowned, but his brain felt clouded.
"You're dead" he repeated, suddenly afraid he could be hallucinating again.
"Yeah. Why-" Gabriel paused and narrowed his eyes "Are you drunk?"
"Yeah" Sam huffed "So?"
Gabriel let himself in, and shut the door behind him.
"Why?"
"I got bored"
"Liar" Gabriel said, sitting on an armchair in the corner of the room.
"You can talk" Sam mumbled, but decided to give Gabriel the truth "I'm fed up"
"Of what?"
"Everything"
"Oh" Gabriel raised an eyebrow in surprise "Any particular event that brought this on?"
Sam sighed. If he was going to tell anyone, it might as well be Gabriel, who probably wasn't even real anyway.
"I actually went into a coma a little while ago. I was ready to move on, but Dean and some angel called" Sam had to search his brain for the name "Galadriel... tricked me into staying"
"Oh" Gabriel said again, unsure of how to deal with an emotional human. Another lollipop materialised into his hand, which he offered Sam with a hesitant smile. Sam considered not taking it, but Gabriel's hopeful expression made him put it into his mouth like it was what he'd been waiting for this whole time.
"Well I'd rather you stayed" Gabriel said, shuffling uncomfortably.
"Give me one reason. I'm an abomination, remember? Demon blood? Lucifer's vessel? Started the apocalypse? Ring any bells?"
"Sam, shut up. You know you've done good" Gabriel surprised Sam with the harshness of his voice.
"Or what? You'll make me? I was Azazels favourite. The demon child. I killed people because they were inconvenient. I let Dean get bitten by a vampire. I'm the one wh-"
Sam was suddenly cut off by the lollipop being ripped from between his lips and a cherry-red mouth smashing onto his own. Gabriel had his fist knotted in Sam's shirt, and was pulling him down to his mouth, although he still had to stand on tiptoes to reach Sam, who was smiling at the taste of the lollipop Gabriel had just finished eating.
Without breaking the kiss, Gabriel pushed Sam onto the bed and sat on his lap, running his fingers through the hunter's soft locks of hair. Sam laughed against the angel's mouth, and let his hands roam over Gabriel's back, sides and chest. They eventually broke apart and Gabriel gave a sheepish grin.
"You think you can stick around for that, Sasquatch?"
"I think that could be classified as something to live for" Sam nodded with Gabriel's fingers still knotted in his hair. Gabriel gently pressed his own lips to Sam's in reply, letting his tongue slide over Sam's bottom lip.
_._._._._._._
The next morning, Dean and Cas were climbing out of the Impala.
"You're sure this is where Sam is?" Cas asked, softly.
"It's where the GPS on his phone is, for sure" Dean locked the car and went inside, where the same boy that was behind the desk earlier looked as though he was about to fall asleep.
"Hey, sleepyhead?!" Dean clicked his fingers irritably "We need some help here"
"Sorry sirs" the boy mumbled, and began tapping away on the computer again "Will that be one double room?"
"Actually, we're looking for someone" Cas was busy looking around to see if he could see Sam walking around nearby.
"Tall guy. Brown hair. Wearing some ugly, plaid shirt and jeans" Dean described Sam and waited for a reply.
"The drunk guy?"
"That's the one. I need his room number"
"I'm not sure I'm allowed to-"
Tired and desperate, Dean ignored the fact he should probably try and talk the guy into helping, and pulled out his gun.
The boy turned a dramatic shade of white and started crying "I-I'm s-s-sorry. P-please"
"Dude, I just want the room number"
"S-Sixty eight" the boy sobbed, and hid under the desk as Dean walked away with Castiel.
"If you call the cops, you'll be sorry" Dean called over his shoulder, and heard a whimper in reply.
"Dean, that wasn't very nice" Castiel said, raising an eyebrow.
"I just want to get the stupid idiot home fast"
Cas was silent as they made their way to room 68. Without a second for hesitation, Dean pounded on the door, as leapt back when a dishevelled-looking Gabriel answered.
"Sam?! It's for you" he called, not bothering to explain his apparent alive state.
"Is it Dean?"
"Yeah"
Sam came to the door, pulling on his shoe.
"See you around?" Sam asked, picking up his jacket.
"You'd better" Gabriel answered with a smirk, as Sam lowered his head for a goodbye kiss, ignoring Dean and Cas completely.
When Sam gently lifted Gabriel by his belt loops, Dean cleared his throat. Gabriel gave Sam a lollipop, and disappeared before Dean or Cas could question him.
"Three words" Dean said, controlling his anger and confusion "What. The. Hell..?"
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