Have I ever done drabbles before? I don't think so. Well, there's a first time for everything.

Welcome to the playground, where I have my fun with a certain archangel and a certain hunter, neither of which are mine. Warnings, if necessary, are set on top of each chapter individually.

So, warnings: very mild sexual content.

Focus,Sammy, the hunter told himself as the images returned. Damnit, he wanted to do some research here.

It was worse than that dream of Bela he had once. First, because Gabriel was a man, and furthermore – why the hell was he thinking of that midget archangel storming into the room, pushing him down to the sofa and ripping the clothes off his body?

And why did that turn him on so much?

Sighing, Sam ran his hand through his hair.

He hadn't seen Gabriel in weeks – the angel seemed to be busy. But Sam would have to lie if he said he didn't miss him. Somehow. He still tried to convince himself that it was only because Gabriel was funny, and had a very dark sense of humor, and because he had been looking so damn cute the day they had met just to talk about all the things that happened before. Dean's multiple deaths, the whole trickster-stuff. Sam had to admit that the slow-dancing alien was the most hilarious prank he ever heard of.

They had been talking for a whole afternoon, just sitting under a tree on an empty field where no one could disturb them.

Ever since then, Gabriel hadn't showed up again.

Sam ran his fingers through his long hair again, brushing it out of his eyes. Why the hell did he even care? Another deep sigh escaped his lips.

And now, these fantasies were haunting him, for crying out loud.

A snap of fingers got him focused back to reality. "Sammy? You in there?"

That voice.

Sam's head shot up from where he was looking down at the book in front of him. "Yeah?" he finally answered with a goofy, way too wide grin on his face. But... he just couldn't help himself.

That soft, brown eyes.

"And there I thought for a moment that you were a vegetable."

With that, Gabriel turned around to step around the table, to Sam's side. The hunter's eyes fell down on-

That ass.

Hadn't he just dreamed about-

Oh god. Not going there, Sam, Gabriel reads thoughts. And he should definitely not know-

"Well, well, well. Who would've thought that."

With his trademark trickster-smile, Gabriel sat down on Sam's lap.

I'd gladly take any feedback and/or prompts you've got. :)