New chapter, yay! In all seriousness guys, thank you so much for all the feedback I got, it really made my day. Enjoy this little bit of mostly fluff. I'll post a new chapter soon as I can, promise.

Italics = Enochian

Underlined = ASL (American Sign Language)


It was around two thirty when the nightmares came.

Gabriel woke up first, whimpering and writhing on the bed, still trying to escape Asmodeus' cruel hands. He lied there, trying to calm his racing heart and heavy breathing.

A few minutes later, he feels Castiel shifting in the bed, whimpering and saying things under his breath. Gabriel couldn't catch most of it, but he heard snippets.

"I'm sorry . . . didn't mean it . . . thought I was doing good."

Deciding he didn't want to leave his brother to the nightmares, Gabriel starts shaking Castiel awake.

The Seraph's eyes shoot open and he looks around the room in shock. When he realizes where he was and who'd woken him, he relaxes, taking a deep breath. "H-hey, Gabriel. Sorry if I woke you."

'It's alright. They woke me up too.'

Castiel nods. "Are you doing okay?"

Gabriel shrugs. 'I would like peaceful sleep, but it's better than . . . you know.'

"I bet. Do you want to talk about it?"

Gabriel shakes his head. 'Maybe sometime. Just . . . not yet.'

"Understood. C'mere," Castiel says, moving his arm up and gesturing for Gabriel to come closer.

He eyes Castiel warily before tentatively moving over and leaning against his chest.

"You're safe now, brother," Castiel murmurs.

It wasn't even ten minutes later that they heard a loud shout from Sam's room. Castiel quickly gets up and runs over, while Gabriel follows more slowly.

"Sam," Castiel says, standing in his doorway, "are you alright?"

Wide, frightened eyes stare at him for a few seconds before recognition flashes through them and Sam looks away. "Yeah," he says quietly. "Sorry I woke you up."

"It's alright. We were woken up by nightmares of our own, so there's no need to apologize."

"Oh. Are you two doing okay?"

"As well as we'll ever be. You?"

Sam shrugs. "I'm used to it."

Gabriel peeks out from behind Castiel and signs, 'Can we join you?'

Sam chuckles. "Sure," he says, moving over to the edge of his bed and sitting up against the headboard. "I don't know if we'll all fit though."

Paying no heed to Sam's words, the Angels both walk over and get in, Castiel sitting next to Sam with Gabriel on his lap.

"You two comfortable?"

They nod.

"Good. Wanna watch something?" he asks, gesturing to the T.V.

Castiel pauses considerably before nodding. "If Gabriel is okay with it."

Gabriel nods.

"Got it," Sam says, getting the remote and turning the T.V. on. "Any suggestions?"

Gabriel reaches for the remote and Sam hands it over. He goes to the search bar and pauses, mulling over his options. After a few seconds, he nods and starts typing.

" 'Three Blind Saints'?" Castiel says. "I've not heard of that one."

'It's not very well known,' Gabriel signs as he finds it and starts the movie.

It opens, playing a song neither Sam or Castiel recognize as the camera starts following a pair of cowboy boots walking out of a barber shop.

Sam glances over at Gabriel and notices an almost mischievous glint in his eyes, reminiscent of the Trickster. He wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad thing.

They follow two more pairs of shoes as they walk down the street before getting picked up in a red car. It was an older model, and Sam was sure Dean would've been able to tell what it was had he been there.

It cuts to a shot of the car driving down a road, a familiar voice speaking.

Castiel and Sam glance at Gabriel out of the corners of their eyes.

Then, there's a close-up shot of the car and who was driving. Unmistakably, Gabriel.

Their eyes widen and they stare at Gabriel, who had a light smirk on his face.

"Uh . . ." Sam says, glancing between the T.V. and Gabriel.

'I'll explain later,' Gabriel signs. 'Pay attention.'

Sam and Castiel nod and look back to the T.V., questions flashing through their mind.

They increased exponentially near the end of the movie when God showed up and Gabriel dressed in drag.

. . .

That morning, Castiel tried to make everyone breakfast. Key word there—tried.

It started out okay, nothing on fire or exploding. Then, Castiel let the pancakes cook too long on the skillet and they turned out burned on one side. He ended up paying so much attention to them that he didn't notice the bacon shriveling up to little black husks. The french toast didn't turn out much better.

By the time Sam got to the kitchen for damage control, drawn by the smell of burning food, the only remotely edible thing was the eggs. Sadly, they were cold, since Castiel had made them first, and had no seasoning.

Thankfully, neither Sam or Gabriel seemed to mind, although Castiel still apologized profusely.

"Cas, it's alright," Sam says, for what must've been the fifth time. "I don't mind, and Gabe doesn't either." He gestures to the Archangel, who was practically shoveling the food into his mouth.

Castiel sighs. "I am aware. It seems making food with a stove is more complicated than I anticipated."

Sam chuckles. "Yeah. Next time, let me help."

Castiel nods. "I will. You were asleep when I started, so I didn't think to wake you. Hopefully, you will prove a better teacher than your brother."

Sam grins. "I sure hope so. You gonna eat with us?"

Castiel shakes his head. "I would prefer not. I still do not taste the, uh, 'sum of its parts' as you put it. Just molecules."

"Got it. You stickin' around?"

Castiel glances at Gabriel and nods. "I would like to stay here and take care of my brother. Plus, we must wait for Dean to get back."

"Yeah. Well, we don't have much goin' on right now. I guess the world decided to stop tryin' to destroy itself," Sam says with a grin.

Castiel chuckles and the corner of his mouth turns up. "Yes, I suppose that's true. I think I will check out the artifact rooms and make sure they're in order."

"Do you want any help?"

"No, I should be fine." He glances at Gabriel, who was watching them. "Feel better, brother. If you want me to heal you, just says so."

Gabriel looks away and nods.

Sighing sadly, Castiel walks out of the kitchen.

Sam picks up his and Gabriel's empty plates and takes them to the sink. "You wanna do anything today?" he asks, turning to face Gabriel.

A look of consideration passes Gabriel's face before he nods. 'Yes. Outside.'

"You wanna go outside?"

Gabriel nods.

"Okay, we can do that," Sam says, starting to clean the plates. "Just let me finish with the dishes." He gestures to the mess Castiel had made.

Gabriel nods and walks out of the kitchen.

. . .

As Sam was cleaning the dishes, he considered getting Cas to help him with them, seeing as they were his mess. But, he decided the Angel had enough to deal with. Plus, he was almost done, so it didn't really matter.

After he finished, Sam went to his room and got a pair of boots so he could take Gabriel outside. Then, he got a pair from Dean's room that Gabriel could wear. They might be a bit big, but would fit better than his shoes.

He walks over to Gabriel's room, where the Archangel was lying on his bed and reading.

He glances up when Sam walks in and puts the book down. 'You done?'

"Yeah. I got you some boots so you don't have to walk around barefoot," Sam says, holding out the shoes.

Gabriel shakes his head. 'Want to feel the grass.'

Sam nods. "Okay. You gonna need help getting up all the stairs?"

Gabriel pauses before nodding. 'Probably.'

"Got it," Sam says moving closer. "So, uh, do you want me to pick you up now or later?"

The corner of Gabriel's mouth twitches. 'Don't give me the wrong idea, Sammy.'

Sam chuckles. 'You know what I mean.'

'True, true. You can pick me up now.'

Sam nods and stands next to the bed, reaching his arms out to lift Gabriel up bridal style.

The Archangel relaxes in his arms as Sam takes him out and to the main room, passing Castiel as he does.

"Hello Gabriel, Sam," he says, the corners of his mouth turning up as he takes in their position.

'Hey, Cassy,' Gabriel signs.

"What are you two doing?" he asks, looking mildly confused.

"He wants to go outside and needs help up the stairs," Sam replies.

Castiel turns the confused look on Gabriel and raises an eyebrow.

Gabriel winks and nestles himself against Sam's chest.

Castiel lets out a sigh. "Be careful, brother," he says warningly.

Gabriel rolls his eyes. "Yes, mom."

"Why do I even bother," Castiel mutters, walking away.

Sam, feeling confused by the exchange, starts walking up the stairs.

After making it up the last flight, Gabriel gets out of Sam's hold and walks forward a few steps, looking around. It had been much too long.

There was a light breeze blowing through the trees, making the higher branches sway slightly. Gabriel tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and Sam notices just how long it was compared to before.

"Guess you didn't get out much," Sam says carefully.

Gabriel glances down and nods.

"Sorry."

'It's alright. You didn't know.'

Sam scoffs. "I should've guessed. Done more."

Gabriel shakes his head. 'You thought I was dead.'

Sam glances away. "Yeah," he says quietly.

Gabriel gives him a sympathetic look and turns around, looking up at the sun and feeling the warmth on his skin. For the first time in a long, long time . . . he felt at peace.

Feeling the breeze brush up against his feathers, Gabriel stretches his mangled wings, extending them as far as he could. It felt nice, after all this time, to stretch them out instead of folding them in.

It made his wish he could still fly.

. . .

They stayed out there until the sun set. Gabriel insisted they watch it, so Sam found a spot and they sat down, staring out at the horizon.

It was silent, neither of them speaking as the clouds change from bright yellows, oranges, and reds to deeper blues and purples. Gabriel moves over and lays his head on Sam's shoulder.

After the colors disappeared and the sky painted itself black, they hear the door open and turn around, seeing Castiel walking up the stairs.

"I was just coming to check on you," he says, going over to them and sitting next to Gabriel. "It's been a few hours."

"Yeah," Sam says. "Sorry, I should've texted you or something."

"It's alright," Castiel says as Gabriel moves off Sam and leans against him, placing his head on his brother's shoulder. "I understand. Nature is fascinating."

Sam nods. "Gabriel wanted to watch the sunset."

The Archangel gives him a betrayed look and Castiel chuckles. "It is quite beautiful. But my favorite are the stars." He looks up, taking in the mostly empty sky. "Pity they won't show for a while."

"Yeah. It's always fun to look for the constellations."

Castiel smiles sadly. "Yes, I suppose it is." He looks down at Gabriel. "We used to visit the Earth, you know. Before our Father created the humans, Gabriel would take us on what I think you call 'field trips' and showed us around." He looks back up. "There were many more stars then. You could see for miles, even if the moon wasn't full."

Sam nods, not entirely sure what to say. "Sounds nice."

"It was."

A comfortable silence settles over them.


So, thoughts? I'd love to know what you think. BTW, the movie mentioned in the beginning is real. It's a cheesy, B-movie starring Richard Speight Jr. and I personally think it's hilarious. I won't necessarily recommend it, but if you happen to like cheesy, B-movies then you might wanna check it out.