So, I'm pretty sure that I was drunk when I came up with this idea, but hey, it's cute and fluffy (pun somewhat intended). It's a little longer than most of the one-shots I'm planning on uploading, but I like it. Thanks for the fav and follow 1hotpepper!


Sam Winchester moved his arm away from his eyes. He looked around the room and realized something was wrong. The witch was gone, his brother was okay and so was Castiel, but where was Gabriel? They all looked at each other, shock on their faces, and then suddenly, Dean sneezed.

"Shit," Dean sneezed again. "Fucking witches, man. She must've had a cat. I gotta get out of here." Dean walked out of the house rubbing the bridge of his nose. Castiel looked at Sam and nodded before following Dean out.

"Gabriel?! Where'd you go?!" Sam called out. Then there was a faint 'meow' by his feet. Sam glanced down and saw a small, light furred kitten. Sam bent down and brought the kitten up to eye level.

"No." The kitten meowed again and Sam couldn't help but notice the twinkle in the golden eyes of the tiny creature. Sam started to laugh. "The witch turned you into a cat?!" The kitten whined angrily at Sam and tried to bite one of his fingers.

"Sammy, if you don't mind I'd like to get as far away from this witch's place as possible so…" Dean looked from Sam to the kitten. "No. We are NOT taking that back to the bunker. We can drop it off at a shelter or something, but hell no are we taking it back home. Now let's go."

"Uh, Dean? We have to take this cat back to the bunker."

"What? No, I…" Dean groaned. "Sam, I know you love animals, okay? I get it, really, but I am allergic to cats, remember? And if we take THAT cat back Cas will want to get another one and…"

"This is Gabriel." Dean looked at the tiny cat and then back to Sam.

"That's really funny, but seriously," Sam held the kitten out to his brother. Dean sighed and looked past the kitten to Sam, and then finally locked eyes with the cat. The cat grinned and made a faint mew and Dean looked back at Sam. "Son of a bitch. What do we do?"

"Well, the best option is for us to go back to the bunker and search the lore for a fix. I mean, there's got to be something right?"

"I can't drive all the way back to the bunker with that thing." The feline sent a glare at the older hunter. Castiel came back in and looked at them all, eyes resting on the small animal in Sam's hands. Castiel walked right up to them and made himself eyelevel with the cat and began speaking in hushed tones. After a few sentences of Castiel talking and Gabriel meowing his responses, Castiel looked around to the Winchesters.

"This kitten is Gabriel." Dean rolled his eyes at the angel.

"Yeah, we got that Cas, can you fix him? Because seriously I can feel my throat closing up."

"Your throat doesn't close up around cats. You get the sniffles at the worst, stop being dramatic." Sam snapped.

"To answer your question, Dean, no, I cannot fix him. There must be a counter curse in one of the books at the bunker, so we should probably get going. Oh and Gabriel would like you both to know that he thinks he looks, in his words, adorable."

"No, he doesn't." Dean sniffed excessively and then walked out again. Castiel quickly followed and then Sam looked into the kitten's eyes.

"Don't listen to him; I think you actually do look cute." Sam scratched behind Gabriel's ears earning him a purr. "For once, anyway." Gabriel bit Sam's wrist. Sam chuckled at the small prick he felt. "Alright, let's go." Sam walked out and into the car and got into the backseat, his new seat since Dean and Castiel had finally gotten together. Dean had his jaw set and was gripping the wheel tight muttering about 'damn animals in the car'.

"Dean, we will figure it out. Relax." Castiel put a reassuring hand on Dean's hand and he relaxed slightly. The three, er four, took off down the road. Sam stretched his legs out across the back as much as he could and set Gabriel on his thighs. Gabriel looked up at Sam and then curled up in a ball in Sam's lap. Sam had to admit it was pretty adorable that the infinite, powerful, absolute archangel was being contained as a tiny little kitten. Sam watched as Gabriel nodded off, and Sam hated to admit, but he looked even more adorable than he normally did.

Sam had sort of developed a crush on the dirty blonde since he showed up at the bunker a few months ago. He needed a place to stay and, with a lot of convincing from Castiel and Sam, Dean finally agreed to let Gabriel have his own room. Sam's room was right next to Gabriel's so there were a few times that Sam would accidently walk into Gabriel's room. Just a couple days ago, Sam, without any coffee, walked into Gabriel's room on accident and saw the archangel mostly naked, only a pair of boxer briefs covering his ass, reading a book. Sam stared for a long moment before he saw Gabriel begin to put the book down and look up at him. Sam immediately ran out of the room and shut the door. That entire day, Gabriel kept throwing winks Sam's way, making Sam's face grow more and more red. The two hadn't talked about it, and if they couldn't find a cure, there was no way they would be able to.

The ride back to the bunker was mostly quiet. Gabriel laid in Sam's lap and snoozed the entire time and Sam gently ran his hand through his fur.

"So, here's a question, how's he going to go to the bathroom? Do we need to get like cat litter and cat food and all that?" Dean asked the car. Sam laughed picturing Gabriel trading his sweets for dry cat food.

"Well, he technically is still an angel so he shouldn't need to eat or any of that. Plus, how long do you really think it would take to find a cure? There are…"

"Almost two hundred books on witchcraft alone in the bunker. Not to mention all the notes in those file cabinets. It could probably take a while for us to find a cure." Sam glanced down at Gabriel, who had rolled over and was now sleeping on his back.

"But he needs to sleep, so what if he does need to eat and…?"

"He's not asleep." Castiel replied as he turned around to look at Sam. "He's just doing that so you think he looks cuter." Sam looked down at the kitten and realized that he was actually awake now doing what could best be described as a scowl at Castiel. He threw a hiss at him for good measure. Gabriel then turned towards back to Sam and widened his eyes. He gave Sam a soft purr and then he looked back at Castiel and mowed at him.

"No, I'm not saying that." The archangel mowed louder. "Stop it." Gabriel did it once more. "No, Gabriel." The kitten rubbed his head against Sam's hand. Sam smiled and scratched Gabriel's ears. The rest of the car ride back to the bunker was quiet and Sam slowly drifted in and out of sleep as Gabriel would move around his lap.

Once back in the bunker, Sam, Dean, and Castiel gathered all of the information on witchcraft and they began to research. Gabriel was no help, of course. He would roll around in front of Sam, wanting to be petted.

"Gabriel, do you want us to fix you or not?" Castiel asked, almost three hours into their research with little to show for it. They all were becoming frustrated, and the lack of sleep from the hunt didn't help Sam and Dean. After a couple more hours, around one in the morning, Dean slammed the book shut, making Sam jump and stop reading about witches in the fifteenth century and the orgies they would have.

"Dude, I'm getting more and more useless as the night keeps going. Shut up." Dean glared at Sam as he opened his mouth for a witty retort. "I think I'm going to call it a night." Dean then stood up and stretched. He turned to walk out and then turned back around. "Cas, ya coming?" Castiel looked from Sam and his brother to Dean and back again.

"Of course. Good night, Sam, Gabriel." Castiel closed his book and stood up.

"Don't use your true voice this time, Cas!" Sam yelled at the two of them as they left the room. "Last time you did I had to change all the lightbulbs in the hallway!" Dean yelled something back that Sam couldn't understand and just like that Sam was then left alone with the research, as usual. Gabriel had curled up in a ball on the book Sam was trying to read, and Sam really didn't have the heart to move him.

"I think Dean has a point. We should probably get some sleep. Do you want to stay in your room?" Gabriel shook his head and then crawled his way up to Sam's shoulder and settled there. "Come on, seriously, where are you going to stay?" The small kitten purred and rubbed his head against Sam's neck, forcing a chuckle out of Sam. "Okay, you can stay with me, but just for tonight and then tomorrow we're going to figure out how to change you back." The kitten purred again as Sam stood up and walked to his room. Sam set Gabriel down on the bed and began to take his clothes off to change. He decided that since Gabriel was staying there, even just for tonight, he should probably keep most of his clothes on. Sam changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Alright, bedtime." Sam crawled into bed and laid on his back, ready to get some much needed rest, when he felt something creep up his arm and onto his chest. He opened one eye and smiled at the sight of Gabriel curled up on his chest. Sam felt Gabriel purr, the vibrations running through his chest. It was oddly calming, and it didn't take Sam long to fall asleep.

Gabriel on the other hand, stayed awake. He watched Sam and rose and fell with each breath. He knew the hunter had been thinking about him a lot. That was how he had found the bunker, the sense of longing that Sam had for him. Even in the back of his mind. When Gabriel showed up at the bunker, Sam's smile had been worth all that he had been through. Gabriel knew that he could easily undo the witch's curse, but it was fun to mess with the Winchesters, as always. Plus, Sam would never agree to let Gabriel stay with him if he were in his human vessel. So, maybe there was something to staying as the kitten. But, then he would never get to actually talk to him again. Gabriel made his decision and turned himself back into his human vessel. He snuggled closer to Sam and slowly traced patterns on his chest. Sam hummed sleepily and Gabriel watched a small smile come to his face. Gabriel wanted to see what Sam was dreaming about, but decided that might be a little intrusive, even for him.

Sam felt something on his chest and remembered that Gabriel was still in his kitten form and had probably gotten bored of watching him sleep and was just doing things to wake him up.

"You're half right there, Sambo." Sam's eyes flew open and looked at him. Sam sat up (making Gabriel sit up too) and stared at him.

"Y…you're…?"

"Sexy, attractive, dreamy? Any of those would work for me."

"….you could've changed back at any time."

"Yup!" Gabriel popped the 'p'. Sam chuckled slightly humorlessly and smiled at Gabriel.

"You're a son of a bitch, you know that?"

"Yeah," Gabriel shrugged but smiled at Sam. "But hey, that seemed to work. It got me in your bed, and let's be honest here kiddo, that's what we both wanted." Sam blushed and looked away from Gabriel.

"Wait," Sam looked over at Gabriel. "'We both wanted'?" Gabriel rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Jeez Sammy, if you can't tell that I think you're sexy as hell by now what else do I need to do? Get naked in your bed? Well, we're half way there." Gabriel smirked and Sam blushed even more, looking away again.

"Look, Gabriel, I…"

"Sam, I know what you think. I know you think you don't deserve to be happy or anything like that, but you're completely wrong."

"People get hurt around me." Sam whispered, still not looking at Gabriel. And he hadn't missed that Gabriel had used his actual name, which only happened in serious circumstances.

"And they don't around me? Plus, I kind of got stabbed by my brother for you, I'm not so sure how much more hurt I could get."

"Exactly!" Sam finally met the archangel's eyes. "You got hurt because you were trying to protect me! I just…I can't let people continue to take the fall for me."

"Sam," Gabriel got closer and put his hand on Sam's cheek. "I'm billions of years old; I've seen things you can't even imagine, and still you are the only thing in all this time that has made it seem worth it."

"Why me?" Sam put his hand over Gabriel's on his cheek.

"Well, there's the fact that you've been through so much and you still want to try and save the world, save people. Day in and day out. You're one of the bravest people I've ever known. You want people to learn from your mistakes and yo…hmph!" Gabriel was cut off by a pair of soft lips. Sam wrapped his free hand in Gabriel's hair and pulled him closer. Gabriel kissed him back, but neither of them pushed the kiss any further. Sam rested his forehead to Gabriel's and smiled.

"Th…that um…that's why I chose you, Samsquatch." Gabriel smiled back. "Now the real question, why in Dad's name would you want to be with me?"

"Who said I did?" Sam smirked. "There are lots of reasons. You're funny, you know how to push me, you've been through a lot too and have tried to help me, even in your own twisted way, and I just, I feel this connection to you, even with my…problems." Gabriel rested his head on Sam's shoulder and began to draw on his thigh.

"Your problems made you who you are."

"Yeah, I guess so." Sam replied, burying his nose into Gabriel's hair. Gabriel continued the drawing on Sam's thigh as Sam's eyes slowly began to flutter closed.

"Get some more sleep, kiddo. I'll watch over you."

"Mmmm…promise?" Sam asked, not opening his eyes and lying back down. Gabriel moved his head to Sam's chest and smiled.

"I'll always watch over you, Sammoose." And for once since Sam had actually met an honest to God angel, having one watch over him was actually a good thing.