***So, I still don't own them but I do own a laptop. Also, Green Day is the best band to write fics to. If by chance anyone actually reads this, please tell me if I am a terrible writer who should just go die in a ditch. Okay, tootles.***
Dean
Dean, Cas, and Gabe were lying on the bed, watching HBO, when Dean heard a faint knock at the door. It was probably just a maid and if it wasn't, then... it would have to be stronger than the Archangel Gabriel. Dean groaned as he got up; the bed squealed beneath him. When he opened the door he was fairly shocked because the one person he definitely did not expect to be standing at his door was his little brother. Dean couldn't believe Sammy was standing in front of him. All of a sudden he felt two bodies pressed against his back.
"What are you?" he said.
The Sam standing at the door opened his mouth, but before he could speak,
"It's Sam, the real Sam," Gabriel said. His voice sounding slightly stunned, like he could see something that Dean couldn't.
Dean hadn't realized until this moment how much he missed Sam. How much he missed seeing his little brother's eyes. So without hesitation Dean hugged him; Dean hugged him just like a person would hug a family member they hadn't seen in a long time.
Gabriel
As soon as he saw Sam he knew how the Apocalypse had ended. As soon as he saw Sam he knew what he had gone through. Sam's soul looked like patchwork that was sewn together by grace and God, but around the edges it was singed. Sam had been to Hell and Sam had been put back together by Father. And somehow Sam was here. Gabriel hadn't seen a speck of his Father since he went to Earth and seeing Sam was the closest thing since. Seeing Sam told him his Father was alive and it gave him hope.
Gabriel watched Dean wrap his arms around his brother all while grinning happily. But when he turned his head he saw Castiel with a small frown on his face and his bright blue eyes were masked by an unreadable expression. He knew Castiel could see Sam's soul too, so why wasn't he excited to see proof of the father that he had searched so long for?
"Jesus, Sam. Come inside," he heard Dean say as he pulled away from his brother, pushed pass him and Cas, and dragged Sam into the motel room.
"What are you doing here, Sammy?" Dean asked to a rather stunned looking Sam. But Sam just stood there and stared at Dean like Dean was a mad man who had just recently escaped from an asylum. Dean snapped his fingers at Sam and that surprisingly caught Sam's attention.
Sam
Sam did not expect for Dean to hug him. That was not what he had prepared for. When Dean pulled him into the motel room… well, Sam didn't expect that either. And to add another thing on the long list of things Sam hadn't expected, the Trickster was there. Or Gabriel as he had come to find out while searching for the Horsemen's rings. Oh and Sam had noticed the single king sized bed in the middle of the room. He didn't really want to think about what that meant.
When Dean started to snap his fingers in front of Sam's face, Sam snapped out of the dazed trance he was in.
"Well, umm… I wanted to see you Dean, its been a while."
Dean had a strange look on his face or maybe Sam just wasn't use to reading emotions, he had been in Hell for some time.
"Yeah Sam, it has been a while. And it's not that I don't want you here but…Why now?" Dean asked. Sam wasn't too sure that Dean actually wanted him here, but he let it slide.
Then the Trickster, no Gabriel called out, "Hey Dean, can Cas and I talk to you outside for a sec?"
Sam though Dean looked a little confused, but Dean shrugged his shoulders and then the three of them went outside and Sam was left… standing in the middle of Dean's motel room. It looks like his master plan to apologize was out the window already.
Hopefully Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel didn't just get in the Impala and leave. Well, Dean's bags were still in the room so that was a good sign. Sam sat on the bed and just sat looking at the dresser opposite him. And then Sam realized that lying on the dresser, with the cap popped open was a squeeze bottle that had a pink tinged gel oozing out with a few cherries printed on the side. And on closer inspection, Sam realized that it was… cherry flavored lube. But wait, it warms on contact…
And Sam was still not thinking of what it implied.
***headdesk*** headdesk***headdesk*** This has just taken a turn for the worse… I wrote the most disgusting word ever LUBE… wow that word looks awesome in capitalized italics***