Disclamer: I don't own Supernatural. If I did so many people would be brought back to life.
Sam loved mornings. He loved waking up to his lover's golden hair tucked underneath his chin and Gabriel's breath ghosting across his collar bone. Or the mornings Gabriel woke him up with a kiss, after not being there when Sam had fallen asleep, those mornings usually led to passionate love-making, after which Sam would be glad him and Gabe had started getting different motel rooms to Dean and Cas.
But his favourite types of mornings, by far were the ones when they woke up together and just lay there, in bed. Limbs entangled, fingers gliding over the other's skin, small trails of kisses with quiet, content smiles on their faces. Sam loved these mornings because he could just be himself and because he got to see the other side of Gabriel, the side that was normally covered by the trickster façade.
Yes, Sam had always loved mornings with Gabriel, and it hurt more than anything knowing that he would never have one again.
Gabriel was gone. And he wasn't coming back...
A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFY!
(I wrote it at school. Probably why it's not)
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