Suprise! Another chapter for my lovelies. Implied Destiel of course. Implied Sabriel if you squint also. I'm open to any suggestions and criticisms so type away! Enjoy! :D
"Dude, enough with the sugar! You're gonna ruin your teeth!" Sam scalded Gabriel, freezing for a second when he realised how much of a mother that sentence made him sound. Gabriel, who was currently sitting on the kitchen counter raising his third dozen sweet to his mouth, blew raspberries at Sam who rolled his eyes in response before returning his attention to the salad he was mixing.
"You sure you're okay? I mean you're dead for, what, a year? And then all of a sudden you're here again and you've got no questions? You're not curious? Even a little?" Sam looked incredulous. Gabriel shrugged before hopping down from the counter and sauntering over to the fridge reaching in and pulling out a slice of cake, materialising a spoon in his hand before taking a bite.
"Don't get me wrong; I wanna know who got me on my feet again and all but I have more important things to do." Sam raised an eyebrow as Gabriel finished.
"Like what? All you do is sit around and eat candy all day." He laughed. Gabriel put a hand over his heart in mock horror.
"Hey hey hey, Sammy-boy. I do plenty! I annoy you, I create plans on how to get our brothers to do the horizontal Lombardo," Sam's jaw dropped, "I save your cooking when you burn it to hell and back. Heck, once I even got Kev some aspirin! If that's not commitment, I don't know what is!" He concluded with an amused sigh. Sam was dumbfounded.
"Wait, w-what?" He spluttered. "You have been trying to set up Dean and Cas? What the hell?" He briefly contemplated hitting Gabriel but instead soothed the urge by chopping up the remaining tomatoes harshly.
"Well duh! Red and I have been stapling Mistletoe to door frames since Christmas 1st!" Gabriel grinned. Sam almost smiled at Gabriel's pet name for Charlie, but held a stony expression instead. He placed the knife down on the chopping board and turned round calmly to Gabriel, who was still eating his ever replenishing bowl of cake. Sam rested his back on the kitchen counter; his arms folded and took a deep breath.
"Dean's not gay." He stated simply. Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"Well, no. Not officially. But even you have to admit he can't be completely hetero." Gabriel challenged. Sam sighed.
"Cas is an ex-angel. An asexual ex-angel. Somehow I don't think Dean's ass is at the forefront of his mind right now. Or ever." He smiled slightly to show he wasn't angry with Gabriel but turned his back on him to show he wasn't exactly pleased with him either. Gabriel (being observant as ever) noticed neither of these 2 gestures, too intent on deciding what flavour of cake he was eating. I'm definitely detecting a hint of blueberry in there, but then the little bit of banana-y goodness at the end is just plain evil he thought. Sam waved his large hand in front of Gabriel's face to grab his attention. "You were saying?"
"Oh right! Yeah, but Cassie boy and Dean-o and in L-O-V-E. It's more obvious than my love of candy, or your moose heritage. If you'd just open your eyes. If they'd just open their eyes." He mused. Sam laughed.
"Riiiiiight. They're in love and I'm the queen of England." Gabriel jabbed a finger at him.
"Whatever, they're in love." Gabriel finished with a frown.
"Who's in love?" Charlie yawned as she stumbled over to the coffee machine, still in her Lord of the Rings pyjamas.
"Dean-o and a certain blue-eyed angel." Said Gabriel.
"Oh, yeah. Duh Sherlock, how'd you figure that one out?" Charlie stated with a grin which was returned by Gabriel. Inside joke figured Sam. Gabriel gave a laugh before leaving the kitchen, slapping Sam's ass on the way out, for which Sam launched a tomato at him. Gabriel dodged it easily.
"No they're not." Sam shook his head, turning his attention to Charlie.
"Are too!" Charlie stuck her tongue out at him. Just then a tired Dean entered the kitchen and the conversation was forced to cease.