Sammy... I'm Home
A/N: Sabriel fic. Return of Gabriel set season 10-ish. Pre-established Sabriel. Rate K+. For language.
Gabriel wasn't sure if he should thank Metatron, or smite him.
After all, the little secretarial bastard had brought him back, which was, you know, good.
But he had used him. And Gabriel had had it up to here with being used.
Metatron had made it seem like some big favor. "Look, Gabriel, I used the angel tablet to bring you back to life. Blah-blah-blah. Need to borrow your Grace to create a plausible fake-you, blah-blah-blah."
Metatron had given the Grace back, which was more than some angels could say, but Gabriel could feel that son of a bitch's slimy fingerprints all over it.
Gabriel shook his head. No point in getting angry. Metatron was locked up in Heaven and would receive punishment in due time. Gabriel had better things on his mind.
Gabriel snapped his fingers and appeared in a cheap motel room, almost unintelligible from the hundreds that had preceded it.
Gabriel smirked, watching the room's occupant pace worriedly in front of a wall covered in research. He hadn't noticed Gabriel yet.
"Hey, Sammy," Gabriel calls softly. Sam jumps about a foot.
"Gabriel?"
"Surprise, kiddo. I'm not dead!" Gabriel says cheerfully. Sam approaches him carefully, as if he might disappear. "Did you miss me?"
Sam lays his hand on Gabriel's cheek as if he expects it to pass right through him.
"Gabe?"
"It's me, Sammoose," Gabriel tells him gently, leaning into Sam's palm. Sam slides his hand to the back of Gabriel's neck. Suddenly, he jerk him forward and kisses him roughly.
"Where the Hell were you, you bastard?"
"I just got back," Gabriel protests between kisses.
"You were dead. Lucifer-he..."
"It's okay. It's alright, Sammy," Gabriel says soothingly. Sam buries his head in Gabriel's shoulder.
"You died, Gabriel."
"I'm not dead now," Gabriel reminds him.
"I'm never going to get use to the whole dead/not dead thing," Sam mutters, muffled in Gabriel's shirt. "But I'm not complaining."
"You know, you never answered my question," Gabriel tells him gently, lifting his head. Sam looks at him in confusion. "Did you miss me?"
Sam rolls his eyes and kisses Gabriel again.
"Guess that's a 'yes'," Gabriel smirks.
"Hells yeah," Sam mutters, smiling.