The following stories are a collection of oneshots. Some are Dean/Castiel. Some are Sam/Gabriel. Some are happy. Some are sad. None are connected to each others. Enjoy.

Sam was running. From what, he didn't know, but he was running nonetheless. At the end of a hallway lined with nothing but boarded up doors, he finally saw what he was looking for: an open door, located directly in front of him at the end of the hallway.

He entered the room, closed and locked the door behind him, then doubled over, breathing deeply, which only lead to a bout of chest-wrenching coughing.

"Hello Sammy."

He stood and looked towards the voice. In front of him, kneeling on the foot of a bed, was perhaps his least favorite person ever, Gabriel.

If he was being honest, Sam didn't really mind Gabriel. All in all, he was pretty okay, but killing Dean four hundred times? That was too far. He still couldn't listen to Asia without cringing.

"I told you to call me Sam. Only Dean can call me Sammy."

"Alright. Alright. Sam." The angel sighed. "Look. Stop hating me okay? I didn't really kill Dean that many times. I wouldn't actually do that to you. Besides, you learned something. And that Japanese Nut-Cracker sketch was just funny. Even you have to admit that."

Sam smirked despite himself. That was the thing about Gabriel. He never failed to make him laugh.

Gabriel held up a bag of Pop Rocks. "Want some?"

"Sure." But before Sam has a chance to reach for them, he quickly pours the whole packet in his own mouth. He raised an eyebrow.

Somewhere, in the back of Sam's mind he heard, "Challenge Accepted."

Sam wrapped his hand around the back of Gabriel's neck and brought his mouth down to meet the angel's. There was no build up, no slow lead in. The kiss was open and wet, and the Pop Rocks added a tingly feeling that, truthfully, probably would have been there anyway.

When it was over, Sam stepped back. All Pop Rocks were gone. Silence ensued.

"So…" Gabirel reached into his pocket. "Pixie Stick?"

Sam grinned, then damn near tackled him on the bed.

Sam woke with a start. He wiped the drool from his face, and worked the kinks out of his back.

"Ay, nice to see you awake." Dean said, leaning over a book of some sort, which was odd.

"Yeah, Sammy, nice to see you…awake."

Sam nearly choked on air. Why was Gabriel here?

"Gabriel just came by to help us out with something. I was gonna wake you up. But, well, I didn't."

"Yeah, Sammy, I'm helping."

"Uh…sure…" He managed to choke out.

Gabriel pulled a Pixie Stick from his pocket and raised his eyebrows. There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Pixie stick?"