Sam and Gabriel looked into each other's eyes after kissing. It was the first time they've heard those words with so much meaning, with so much actual love. And there was spark in their eyes. That spark you see when you're with who you love? That spark. They couldn't be happier. They say that when you're in love nothing matters. The only thing that mattered to them was being with each other. And nothing else mattered to Sam. Everything was perfect for him. Except for one thing.

"What the hell is going on here?" exclaimed Dean, who had just walked past that door. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Gabriel. "I thought you were dead, you son of a bitch. What did you do to my brother?"

"Whoa whoa whoa, Dean, it's ok." said Sam as he got out of that bed, covered in nothing else but his bed sheets.

"Sammy… why are you in bed with this dick?"

"Dean, Gabriel and I, we, uh… we're kind of…"

"Boyfriends." said the Trickster, with a slight smile on his face.

"Sam… please tell me this isn't true."

"I'm sorry, Dean. Look, he understands me. I'm happy with him."

Dean looked at Sam. His face was a mixture of confused, angry, and disappointed.

"You could've just told me, Sam. You know, I can't even believe you're with this douchebag. You do remember that we tried to kill him right? Twice. He killed people, Sammy. God knows how many innocent people he's killed and now you're his frickin' boyfriend?"

"Why can't you just let me be happy with him? Is it because all you want is someone to go hunting with you and you don't even care if your brother is happy? Because this is what I want, Dean. This is exactly what I've always wanted, ever since I was a kid. Not just Stamford. A normal life, with someone I love. Gabriel is that someone."

Sam couldn't lose his brother. And he couldn't lose Gabriel either, now that he had him back. God had gave him a second chance, and he wasn't going to waste it.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds. Gabriel, who was still in bed with his arms behind his head, finally spoke.

"Uh, if I may interrupt… I'd just like to say, your brother is really blessed down there, Dean. I wonder how big your package is…"

"You son of a bitch." Dean charged at Gabriel, who snapped his fingers and appeared behind him, grabbing him and pushing him against the wall.

"You're not gonna destroy what Sam and I have here, you understand? He chose to be with me, I chose to be with him. You can go with that trench coated bastard of my brother if you like, since you're so in love with each other. No one's gonna say anything, but just leave us alone. You got that, kiddo?"

Dean pushed him back, and looked at his little brother.

"Sam… it's either me or him."

He left and shut the door with fury. Sam's eyes got a little watery, and he sat down and put his hands in his forehead. He couldn't choose between them, he just couldn't. Gabriel sat down in the bed with him, and put his hand on Sam's back.

"He's gonna be ok with this, baby. He just needs some more time to process what he saw. We'll talk to him in a few days and he'll accept it, I promise."

This is what Sam needed most. He'd never had a hand in his back and someone telling him that everything was going to be ok. His brother wasn't like that. "No chick flick moments". And his dad was exactly the same. But the truth is, from time to time, Sam needed to feel loved. He'd never fit in anywhere, but now he had someone that truly loved him.

Sam looked at Gabriel, his eyes filled with sorrow. He hugged Gabriel.

"Never let me go, Gabriel. Please."

"I won't, Sam. I promise I won't."

A couple of days went by and Sam learned that being an archangel's boyfriend had its advantages. With a snap of Gabriel's fingers, they turned up in an island with a mansion, a yacht and two dogs. This was obviously Gabriel's attempt of making Sam feel better, and it was working alright.

Sam looked around him amazed, and as soon as he saw the dogs he went straight to them.

"How did you know that I loved dogs?" Sam asked him.

Gabriel smiled.

"And you haven't even seen the best part yet."

The archangel put a hand in Sam's back and led him inside the mansion, where he held his hand and turned the lights on. It was such a beautiful place. The walls were red and the ceiling was taller than he could have ever imagined, with a lovely white color. There were two floors, and at least 6 rooms in each, judging by the size of the place. Sam didn't know what to say.

"So? Do you like it?" Gabriel asked.

"I love it Gabe, it's just… I don't know, it seems a bit too much. It's just going to be the two of us here and honestly… I just can't take it. I can't just live in an island with you. I left my brother behind."

"But Sam, we can build a future here. Both of us, all alone, no one else to bother us. And you could finally get away from your brother. Haven't you always wanted to do that?"

"I'm sorry, Gabriel. But I love my brother, and I'm not going to leave him behind. I want to see him again. He's all I have."

"He was all you had, but now you have me."

"He's my brother, Gabriel."

"And I'm your boyfriend."

Sam put his hands in his waist and looked down, sighing. He didn't know what to do. He honestly didn't. For years he killed demons, ghosts, poltergeists, and god knows how many evil things he's killed. And he's always kept his cool. But facing a decision like this, he was speechless.

"You can have anything you want here, Sammy. Cars, cake, hot guys, hot girls. You name it and it's yours. We can live like this for the rest of your life, Sam. Please. I need someone. And I know you need someone too."

Sam was quiet for a few seconds. He looked up at Gabriel's eyes. His eyes were filled with loneliness and sorrow, and he couldn't leave him like that. He loved him.

"Take me back." Sam finally muttered. He felt regret already, but he had to do it. His brother looked after him his whole life. He wasn't going to turn his back on him.

"Alright." Gabriel said. Sam could see the sadness and the disappointment in his brown eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes. Oh, he was going to miss those.

He snapped his fingers again, and Sam appeared in Bobby's house, where Dean was drinking beer.

"Back from your little trip with your boyfriend?" Dean said before taking another sip of his beer. He didn't even look at his brother.

"I left him. For you."

Dean looked up from his laptop and put the beer on the table. He got up from the chair and hugged Sam.

"I knew you'd do it, man."

Both of them were hugging, but Dean was the only one who was feeling happy. The first time in his life that he could have gotten away from it all but he didn't because he just wasn't able to leave his brother behind. Because he owed him that much.

"I'm gonna go to sleep now, Dean. See you tomorrow."

"Wait, before you go, I have only one question about this whole thing. How can Gabriel still be alive? I mean, we saw the guy get stabbed by Lucifer with the angel blade. There were wings and everything. It just doesn't make sense."

"Have you checked Bobby's book? Does it say anything?"

"It doesn't say jack about Archangels. Maybe I should ask Cas."

The older brother sat down and closed his eyes.

"Oh mighty Castiel, we pray for you to get your ass down here. It's important."

He heard the sound of wings as soon as he opened his eyes.

"What can I do for you, Dean?" Castiel said.

"We were just wondering… how can you kill archangels?"

Castiel tilted his head and looked at Dean in confusion.

"I'm not supposed to give that information, Dean. It belongs to Heaven."

"Come on, you're still taking orders from those sacks of crap? You're with us now, Cas. Plus, It's for a good cause. It turns out that Gabriel is alive, and we want to know exactly how he survived."

Castiel looked down. It's not like this was the first time that he disobeyed Heaven to help out Dean. He was his friend, after all.

"Alright. The only way to kill archangels is beheading him while you're stabbing him with the angel blade. If you don't do that, he'll just come back to life minutes later."

"So that's why he didn't die. I guess we'll go after him then. You got your angel blade?" Said Dean.

Sam interrupted the conversation.

"Wait, wait. We're not going to kill him, Dean. He's not going to do anything to us."

"Sam, if you're not on board with this, then we'll just do it without you. He has to die. He kills people, Sammy. He's the kind of thing a hunter is supposed to kill."

Once again, Sam didn't know what to do. It seemed like ever since Gabriel had turned up, everything become way more complicated. One of the very few good things about being a hunter is that everything was black and white, that's what John said. But now, things were gray. He couldn't tell the difference between good or bad, and that's what Sam Winchester was bad at. Making choices.

"Alright." Sam said at last. "Let's kill that son of a bitch."