Sam's fingers strummed against his bare stomach as he lay facing the ceiling, a frown teasing his lips and furrowing his forehead in its usual style. The giant bed – with its silky, royal blue sheets and hand stitched quilt – beared a coldness that Sam had become unaccustomed to since the beginnings of his relationship with the archangel.
He dreaded the weeks, and sometimes months, apart from his sass mouthed, golden eyed boyfriend when Gabriel was called to heaven for "business". Whatever the hell that means, Sam thought with a well versed disdain for Michael and the whole arcade of dicks. The hunter shifted his long legs and rolled onto his stomach to escape the whirlwind of thoughts and the empty feeling born from the distance between him and Gabriel.
Sam's hand slid over the soft linen sheets slowly, encasing to memory the slight wrinkles and the sweet smell, until it met the end of Gabriel's pillow. Hazel eyes dialed slightly as they focused on the white corner partially shown underneath it, and he tilted his head in curiosity before pulling a small, plain envelope from under it. Sam's brows furrowed further as he read his name in an elegant script that curved in arches of different times and languages. Gabriel's handwriting.
Flutters of happiness danced around his stomach as he opened the cream colored envelope and pulled out a single page. The paper was a softer white than the envelope and intricate golden swirls decorated the edges in an exquisite, formal manner. Sam's cheeks dimpled with the smile he made no move to contain as he began reading:
My dearest Sammykins,
I'm sorry that Dad decided to call me up for a few weeks this time. I tried to reason with him, but you know how it is with parents. Always the "you have an obligation, you have a duty to the people you choose to protect" yadda yadda blah blah. I'm sure you're missing me right now, because let's face it, how could you NOT miss this face? Am I right? I know I am.
I'm missing you big time, Moose. Terribly so. I love you more than anything in my entire existence and in every universe possible. Even more so than candy. Well..I don't know...yeah, I love your more than candy. Don't give me that look, it was a joke.
Back to the serious lovey dovey stuff. You're special, kiddo. Don't forget that, and do not, under any circumstances, forget that I love you.
Your Archangel,
Gabriel.
PS. You might want to wait until Dean gets up before using the bathroom. Rigged it especially for him.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this first installment. Thank you for reading and reviews are always welcome! Stay tuned for the second chapter.