Dean and Sam were working on a case involving a djinn. They questioned the families of the victims, talked to the local authorities, and viewed the bodies at the morgue. In one month ten people had gone missing, all in the same area. Seven had turned up dead in various location. The one thing that threw Dean and Sam off was how the bodies were found. Each body was found lying under a dying tree, wrapped in silk sheets, and flowers surrounding the body. The victims weren't dressed in the same clothes they had gone missing in. Their clothes were replaced with classy and expensive dress or suit. And in their hands they held a piece of paper with 'I'm sorry. Forgive me.' written on it.
"I don't understand why a djinn would go through so much trouble." Sam said, looking through the myths and lore. He's searched for anything to go on for days, but with no luck. "Are you sure this is a djinn?"
Dean was cleaning his guns while Sam was talking to him. Sam had been stressing himself out trying to find anything that would help.
"Bobby said it was a djinn. What else could it be, Sammy?" Dean was doubting that it was a djinn as well, but he wanted to believe Bobby. "Could it be a new monster?"
"It's possible." Sam leaned back in his chair and closed his laptop. "Could be a new kind of djinn."
"If this is a new monster I got dibs on naming them." Dean grinned and Sam just rolled his eyes.
They decided to take a break and go to a local diner for dinner. Sam ordered a salad and a water. Dean ordered a bacon cheeseburger and a beer. Sam and Dean bickered about Dean's unhealthy food choices and Sammy's rabbit food. In the end they both laughed. On the way back to the motel they talked about how to find the djinn and what it could do. Dean was having fun telling Sammy how awesome it would be if it could shoot lasers out of it's eyes. Sam began to think of someone who could help them, but Dean wouldn't agree to it.
"What are you thinking about, Sammy?" Dean took his eyes off long enough to watch Sam snap out of him spacing out. "Don't lie to me either."
Sam tried to find words to use. He wanted to convince Dean that his idea would help. He couldn't exactly find the right words to say. He shifted his weight nervously.
"Well, I was thinking that we could ask someone for help." Sam stared at Dean and watched the confusion wash over his face. "Someone that's not a hunter."
Dean was still confused. Someone that's not a hunter. Most of the people they knew were hunters.
"Are you talking about Cas or Crowley?" Dean asked, hoping one of them would be the answer. Sam just laughed nervously. He already knew how Dean would react, so it's no surprise he didn't catch on.
"Uh, no, I mean someone that knows a lot about us and this stuff." Sam explained it to Dean with a little more detail. "Someone that isn't a hunter, demon, angel, or monster, Dean."
Dean crossed out all the names he knew that were either a hunter, demon, angel, or a monster. That left one name. Dean's face changed from confusion to anger.
"No, no way in hell." Dean wasn't happy that Sam would even suggest doing that. "She caused too much trouble in the past, and how do you even know she'll know what to do?"
"Chuck has been writing more Supernatural books, Dean." Sam watched Dean, trying not to anger him too much. He would need Dean to agree before he puts his idea in action. " Becky reads all of the books, and what isn't in the books she weasels out of Chuck."
Sam continued to tell Dean ways Becky could help them until Dean gave in. Sam called Becky and told her to meet them at their motel. He gave her the location then quickly hung up. He didn't want to get dragged into a awkward conversation with Becky. He'd have to deal with that when she gets to the motel. Becky showed up to the motel a few hours after Dean and Sam got back there. Sam let her into the room while Dean sat at the foot of his bed. Becky walked into the room and looked around in disgust.
"You guys really need to upgrade your living spaces." Becky sat down at the table across from Sam. "This place is a dump."
"We'll get right on that right after we find a million dollars." Sam said and opened up his laptop. "We need your help, Becky. Was there anything in the Supernatural books about a new kind of djinn?"
"Oh, yeah, the djinn that's being nice and proper with the victims." Becky pulled the book out of her bag and handed it to Sam. "Chuck was really descriptive with it. He wrote how it came to exist, why they treat the victims special, how to kill, and some other stuff."
Sam's interest was peaked and he began reading the book, taking notes on everything about the new djinn. Sam started laughing, causing Becky and Dean to look at him.
"Chuck wrote down what you would call it, Dean." Sam said, still laughing at the name given to the djinn. "You name it 'Sex Genie'. It's a hybrid of a djinn and an incubus. Like a djinn, it gives the victim their wish in a dream or hallucination; but it is a wish of lust. Killing it is the tricky part. To kill this 'Sex Genie' you have to stab it in the heart with a golden blade covered in dragon's blood."
"I like the name, it fits." Dean said, getting up from the bed and walked over to Sam. "But how are we going to get a golden blade and dragon's blood?"
Sam and Dean went through possible hunters they could get the items from. Becky rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers to get their attention.
"The answer is so simple." Becky smiled, proud to be able to help the Winchesters. "Gabriel can get you the golden blade, but you'll have to go to Crowley for the dragon's blood." Becky watched confusion wash over the brothers' faces.
"Gabriel is dead, Lucifer killed him." Sam felt slightly uncomfortable as Becky's smile widened and eyes started shinning. "He isn't dead, is he?"
"Nope, he tricked Lucifer into killing a fake him like you guys did." Becky pulled another book out of her bag and handed it to Dean. He started flipping through the pages. "It crushed Lucifer when he thought he killed his little brother. It was heart wrenching, but Gabriel has been watching over you guys just like Castiel has."
Dean stopped flipping through pages and settled on reading. When he finished reading what he wanted he tossed the book on the table.
"He asshole actually is alive." Dean leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "I am not praying to him. Sammy, have at it."
"Why do I have to be the one to do it?" Sam looked at Dean then turned to the now smiling Becky. "What?"
"Pray to him, Sam." Becky said, fighting back excitement. "He likes you better anyways."
Both Sam and Dean looked at Becky weird. Then Sam closed his eyes and prayed to Gabriel. He prayed for a few minutes before giving up and opening his eyes. Dean was about to call Cas when they heard the flutter of wings. They all looked in the direction of the sound and found Gabriel at the other side of the room walking towards them.
"Well if it isn't the Winchesters." Gabriel smiled at the boys, not noticing Becky at all. "What do you need?"
Before Dean or Sam could respond, Becky jumped up and stood in front of Gabriel. She startled Gabriel, causing him to nearly fall backwards.
"And who is the energetic girl?" Gabriel asked, looking at Dean then Sam. "If you guys called me here for one of your kinky fetishes, I'm not interested."
"I can't believe I'm actually meeting Gabriel." Becky was already planning on telling her friends how she got to meet the archangel Gabriel. "I have so many questions to ask you."
Not giving her any time to question Gabriel, Dean moved Becky a few feet away from him. Sam explained everything to Gabriel and asked him for help with the case.
"Sure, Samsquatch." Gabriel said, pulled candy out of his pocket and unwrapping it. "I'll get you a golden blade or two. I'll bring it to you when I find it."
With that Gabriel disappeared. Sam began to wonder why Gabriel had agreed to help them so easily, but he didn't say anything to Dean or Becky. Becky stuck around for another couple of hours, filling Sam and Dean in on everything they didn't know that was going on around them. Sam walked Becky out to her car, when she decided that it was time to go.
"Thanks for helping us out, Becky." Sam said, standing next to Becky's car.
"I'm happy to help." Becky opened her door, but didn't get in. She looked up at Sam, smiling. "You wondered why Gabriel agreed to help. I told you, Sam, he likes you."
Becky got in her car and drove away. Sam watched her car disappear into the night. Sam went back inside and went to bed, trying not to think about what Becky had told him.
The next morning Sam woke up to someone calling his name. When he opened his eyes he found Gabriel standing over him.
"It's about time you wake up, Samsquatch." Gabriel said, handing a box to Sam. "Two golden blades, as you asked for."
Sam sat up and opened the box. He picked up the blade, which felt fairly light in his hand. He hadn't expected it to be so light, being made of pure gold.
"Uh, thanks, Gabe." Sam wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying. Gabriel was surprised by the new nickname.
"Gabe?" Gabriel asked, causing Sam to look up. Before Sam could say anything, Gabriel smiled and nodded in acceptance. "I like it, Samsquatch."
Sam was relieved Gabriel didn't freak out by the sudden nickname. He looked around the room and noticed Dean missing.
"Where's Dean?" Sam asked, getting out of bed and getting dressed. He was unaware of Gabriel watching him. "You didn't kill him again did you?" Gabriel chuckled.
"No, I didn't kill him..again." Gabriel continued to watch as Sam changed clothes. He looked away when Sam was done and turned to face him. "He went out to talk to Crowley."
Sam wondered why Dean didn't wake him, but he knew Dean and Crowley were still kinda close after the whole 'Dean being a demon' thing. He shrugged it off and grabbed his jacket. He figured Dean didn't pick up anything for breakfast before going to speak with Crowley.
"Where are you going, Samsquatch." Gabriel sat at the table, looking at Sam.
"Dean didn't get any breakfast." Sam grabbed the demon blade and a gun in case he would need it. "I'm going to walk to the diner in town."
"Dean didn't forget, he asked me to pick it up for you." Gabriel pointed at a white foam box sitting on the table. "Sit down and eat, Samsquatch."
Sam sat across from Gabriel. Sam thanked him for the food before eating. Gabriel waited patiently while Sam ate. They had small conversations while Sam was eating. After Sam was done he threw the box away and thanked Gabriel again. Gabriel made no move to leave, so they sat in silence. After a few minutes Sam turned to face Gabriel.
"Why did you agree to help us so easily?" Sam asked, he was extremely curious why Gabriel was being so nice all of the sudden. "I thought we would have to cause hell before getting you to help us."
"Well, Samsquatch, it's kind of obvious." Gabriel said, making eye contact with Sam. "I like you, kid-o." Gabriel could see the shock on Sam's face.
Gabriel began to think it was a bad idea to tell Sam about his feelings so quickly. Without giving Sam the chance to say anything, Gabriel vanished. Sam was left feeling confused. Not because Gabriel had revealed his feeling, but because Sam felt happy about it. Sam had always been straight, he's never been with a man in his entire life. Although, Sam had always felt slightly awkward being with the women or being flirted with by them. He didn't feel awkward around Gabriel, he felt like he could really be himself. Replaying Gabriel's confession over and over again in his head, Sammy smiled. Then Sam decided to pray. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat.
"Gabriel?" Sam was hoping Gabriel would hear him, but was unsure. "If you can here me, come back here, please. I need to talk to you."
Gabriel could hear Sam's prayer, but he was nervous and scared. He could Sam, but Sam couldn't see him. Gabriel let Sam think he didn't hear his prayer. Gabriel watched as Sam sighed and sadness washed over him. Gabriel was about to show himself when Dean walked into the room carrying a jar.
"Next time I see Crowley I'm shoving my foot up his ass." Dean put the jar on the table and took off his jacket before falling on his bed and closing his eyes.
"Crowley giving trouble again?" Sam picked up the jar and pretended to be interested in the dragon's blood, but he couldn't get his mind off Gabriel. He wasn't going to let Dean know about that.
"When isn't Crowley giving us trouble?" Dean kept his eyes closed and rolled onto his back. "The asshole nearly got me killed getting that crap."
Sam set the jar down before grabbing the notes he took from Becky's books. Dean drifted to sleep, allowing Sam to be alone with his thoughts without his brother noticing. Even looking at the notes, Sam still couldn't take his mind off of Gabriel. He then realized he liked Gabriel as well.