Sam and Gabriel. Gabriel and Sam. Two creatures worlds different and somehow parallel in every way. No one could tell when it started. The unconscious pull that lingered in the background of every interaction. The persistent little looks and actions, the gems of the angels day that lulled them together.
Gabriel watched him. Sometimes from the clouds or a nasty warehouse or a hotel room with a buffet of surgery treats he ignored in favor of staring at Sam. Other times he'd disguise himself as the clerk at the cheap motel the brothers bunked at, just to brush his fingers against Sams longer, rougher ones when he handed him the key and a wish goodnight.
When the trickster was feeling bold he'd transform into a pretty girl with cleavage on full display from a tight top and pretended to trip at a gas station so Sam had to catch him or get girl spilled down his front. Those were his favorites times because for a brief moment Sam's large hands were spread on his hips and Gabrials fingers digging into the younger Winchesters biceps was acceptable, if only until Sam pushed him away as he stabilized the girl with a cautious word and a 'have a nice day'.
Leaving Sam hurt the most. He didn't notice and it was because I had designed it so he wouldn't and I wasn't sure the testament to my abilities and acting was worth the vague disinterested smiles I got at the end of the exchanges I valued so much and he wouldn't remember at the end of the night.
I knew our fates were intertwined but in what capacity I still wasn't aware and I didn't fancy my chances against the dynamic trio should they take it upon themselves to turn on me, given our regrettable past. I envied Castiels free ride next to his soul mate while I was stuck tagging along invisible, impersonating cops and librarians hoping to run in to Sam for a moment, thanking God for a snatch of overheard conversation or a little eye contact.
It sucked ass.