It was a few weeks before Sam saw Gabriel again. Sam and Dean were working a job in the middle of BFN, and have no idea what they're hunting. Sam was up all night doing research on the meager information that they had, and was completely fried. He left a note for Dean and walked down the street to a small coffee house on the corner, wishing he brought a jacket, because the morning was cooler than expected.
He walked into the coffee house and was blasted with a gust of warm air over his face and the smell of espresso in his nose. Sam looked around the interior of the building as he walked up to the counter. He noticed that the room is cluttered, but not overly so, giving off a cozy feeling as opposed to a claustrophobic one. The machines that actually brew the coffee sparkled in the light, standing ready to make the best damn cup of coffee that they can. The barista gave him a warm smile, and Sam placed his order. The coffee was made quickly, and Sam took a seat by the window and was watching the foot traffic out the window when Gabriel walked in and plopped down in front of him.
"Hiya, Sasquatch," Gabriel said as though nothing happened a few weeks ago.
"What are you doing, Gabriel? We haven't seen you in weeks, why are you here now?" Sam snaped. He really hadn't mean to, but the caffeine hadn't quite kicked in yet, and he really couldn't be held liable for his actions or statements.
"I wanted a hot chocolate, and I thought that you might want some company," Gabriel said cooly, which only served to piss Sam off even more. How could he act like this when he was the one who was snooping around in Sam's dreams?
Sam fumed in silence, and Gabriel snapped a decadent smelling hot chocolate with a mile of whipped cream on the top of it into existence. He took a loud slurp out of it and put the mug down, leaving a thick white mustache in it's wake. The lips under that mustache were smirking at him, and Sam couldn't really help but wonder how Gabriel could sit there and pretend like nothing happened a few weeks ago. He was the one who snuck into Sam's dreams, and he was the one who got caught watching Sam while he was sleeping. How can he hold himself together like a pair of bookends, when all this is his fault? I wouldn't be snapping at him if he would just act like something was wrong..." And with that thought all the fight went out of Sam.
He slumped slightly, "I'm sorry, Gabe, I'm just really fried. I have been up all night and I still have no idea what Dean and I are hunting, and I just really need the caffeine in this coffee to hit me. I'll be fine, I'm sorry."
"It's not a big deal, Sam. I don't need your apologies. Anyways, the answer to the question of what monster that you're hunting is back to your room, in a book that's sitting on the table with your laptop."
Sam was passed the point where he was surprised by Gabe leaving anything for Sam to find when it came to a hunt. It had happened before. Sam would be researching for hours and Dean would be drinking at the local bar and doing interviews, when Sam would take a half hour nap. When he woke up, the answer was just waiting for him, usually in bright pink gel pen. He just shrugged and got back to his coffee, sipping slowly, finally feeling the caffeine kick in. He hummed quietly to himself, and he caught Gabe smiling softly out of the corner of his eye. It was gone in a moment, but he's certain that he saw it.
"Well, kiddo, its been great," Gabriel sighed and stood, stretching his arms dramatically over his head, exposing a tiny sliver of his stomach below the burgundy button up and above the dark wash jeans that he was wearing. Sam's eyes immediately locked on the exposed skin, and Gabriel watched Sam's eyes drag hungrily across his abdomen. He yawned and lowered his arms slowly, making sure to catch Sam's eye when his shirt came back down. Sam flushed bright red, and Gabriel smirked quickly, "but I'm bored already, and I really want to find something more entertaining to do, like give a few asshole's their just desserts."
"Wait, before you go, answer a question?" Sam asked quickly, making sure that he keeps Gabriel there just a few seconds longer.
Gabriel sensed the tentativeness in Sam's voice and sits back down, "Sure, Sammy, ask away," he said gently.
Sam chewed on his bottom lip and thought for a moment before he asked, "Why were you smiling just now?"
And Gabriel couldn't help but smile again. "Because, you called me Gabe instead of Gabriel. You only give nicknames to people that you enjoy being around, Sammy." He smirked as he said the last bit. Sam's mouth was gaping open, his head reeling back through the conversation. There was no way that he said 'Gabe' instead of 'Gabriel'. Gabriel's smile just widened into a grin before he snapped away, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts, again.
