Dean woke up, Cas pulled into his arms, and head snuggled into his shoulder. Suddenly the door blasted open and Jo ran through, making trumpeting noises. "Bum ba-da bum bum, bum ba-da bum bum, bum ba-da bum bum, bum ba-da bum bum, ba-da-da bum." She finally noticed Dean and Cas snuggled up on the bed. She grinned and started giggling. "Oh my god! You two are so adorable! Now get up, it's already seven!" She giggled, and skipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Dean groaned, rolling out of bed and pulling on a shirt. He wondered why hunting required a person to get up so early. He shuffled into the tiny breakfast area that the hotel provided. Cas was quick on his tail. He saw that Sam was already sitting at one of the small round tables, no food sitting in front of him. Dean wanted to assume that he'd already eaten, but he really couldn't be sure, judging by what had happened the day before. Dean just worried about his brother. He wasn't sure about how he felt about Sam having feelings for Gabriel of all people. Seriously, this was he guy that sent Sam through torture by making him go though a time loop of Dean dying day after day after day. (Not that Dean knew that he'd also done it to Cas). Sam didn't look at anyone and his eyes were red and swollen from crying. Dean wondered if he'd gotten any sleep, and if he'd been crying all night. Dean glared again at Rufus for good measure. He wanted to let the bastard know that he would pay for anything that he'd done to his little brother.
Gabriel's anger for Rufus, who was babbling on next to him about he and Sam, was beginning to boil over. So when Sam and Rufus started screaming at each other, it hadn't taken long for Gabriel to give in to Rufus. "THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST KISS?" Gabriel had had enough. He didn't like the shouting, and he sure as hell didn't like the reminder that there wasn't any chance if a future for he and Sam. So he grabbed the back of Sam's head and pulled him forward, and kissed him. He was terrified to put any feeling into it, and knew that that was the right choice as soon as he pulled away, completely unable to breath. Sam was staring at him, unblinking and wide-eyed. Dean-o the idiot has nearly killed them swerving into all of the lanes. Gabriel had been cursing to himself the entire rest of the car ride, and the only reason that he didn't disappear the and there was because he wanted to know what hotel they were going to be staying at. Hunters didn't generally tell people things that they were already supposed to know. Like the stops along the Road of Doom to New York. Sam only moved once through the next hour getting to the hotel, and that was to turn to face the window. Great, Gabriel thought, he hates me now. Gabriel continued cursing himself internally. And as soon as he arrived at the hotel, he left with the quietest wing fluttering he could manage. He flew to... Anywhere would do really. He found himself on a sidewalk on a small town road. He looked up and down the street. They didn't have a bar. That was a shame. Gabriel found himself wandering into a small local coffee shop, drawn by the smell of coffee and honey. The employee standing at he counter smiled at him oddly. "Hello." He said, pleased, but slightly wary. He had a British accent. That was nice, always calming. He had a nice mop of hair, and looked overall rather attractive. Except that made it worse for Gabriel, who couldn't even bring himself to flirt with the man, Charles, his name tag told Gabriel. He slumped down into a chair. All of Charles's wariness vanished, and looked suddenly worried. "Are you all right?"
"No." Gabriel answered simply, sounding absolutely miserable.
"Bad breakup?" He sounded sympathetic.
"Not exactly in the normal sense of the word." Gabriel told Charles, bitterness creeping into his voice. "Do you know what it feels like to not know if there's something there, and just as soon as you think there's a chance they like you, you realize just how friggin' stupid you are, and that you've just screwed up anything and that your world is falling apart around you? You thought that things were changing, and you thought they had gotten of the shitty thing that you did in the past, but then they just hate you now more than ever, just because of stupid, effing, Rufus." Gabriel growled Rufus's name. Charles raised his eyebrows. "That's certainly a very...specific example. But I think I can kind of understand. Do you want to talk about it? Probably would've helped for me." Gabriel looked up at him. "Can you just assume that I am VERY drunk right now, and nothing I say right now is any sort of semblance of the truth?" Charles had never heard a very drunk person say the word semblance, but nevertheless agreed and asked the strange man to continue.
"So I was kind of dick to him a while back, basically putting him through emotional trauma and torture, but I was trying to help. Then we got to know each other, and it was a whole thing where my brother killed me while I was protecting him. Needless to say I didn't actually die, I faked my death, but the dear brothers didn't realize that. So when I finally told them I was alive, it was complicated, but I put my brother through the same sort of emotional trauma I put Sam through, and then he went and defeated his arch nemesis, another one of our brothers, who was trying to start the apocalypse- again. And then there was a whole thing where I finally got Cas's- my brother, and Dean's- Sam's brother, heads out of their asses and got hem together, and Sam and I seemed to be cool after that. We were friends and we'd joke- even flirt, but thats just my personality. And then last night, we were trying to defeat a witch, but it sent us all, Cas, Dean, Sam and I here- into an alternate universe where Sam and I actually are a couple. And here was this vampire nest that a bunch of people are looking into. And there's this dude- Rufus- who was bugging us about not being very couple like. Cause we're the couple that doesn't mind PDA at all, and will openly make out in public, apparently. And so he was doing all this shit while we're both trapped in a car. And so... He's telling us to just kiss, and he'll believe that there's nothing wrong with our relationship. So... I kissed him. Nothing special just... Just a kiss. And he just STARED at me, like seriously just openly gaped at me. And he just stared out the window for the rest of the time. Father... I screwed up." Gabriel clunked his head down onto the table. Charles patted him uncomfortably, "Hey, I'm sorry. Um... What's this brother that tried to kill you? Does he have a name?" Gabriel snorted scornfully. "Yep. Lucifer. My brother is LITERALLY Satan." Charles raised an eyebrow. "I knew someone." His eyes clouded with obviously painful memories, "His name was Erik. We had some very opposing views, and we didn't... We never got together. Same as you, thought I had a chance, but I never got a chance to find out, he ran off. He's in prison now. But, well, he is a good person. Somewhere."
"What was it that you disagreed on?" Gabriel asked, not particularly interested, but wanted to continue the conversation. He didn't want to be alone. He was afraid to be alone.
"He was... It's- it's not really my story to share. It's a bit personal." Gabriel nodded blankly, still wrapped up in his own thoughts. "Hey, uh, do you know any hotels around here I could crash at?" Gabriel didn't technically need sleep, but after the day that he'd just had, he didn't really want to have to lie awake all night and think about the crap that had happened that day.
Charles was very confused. This guy obviously wasn't local, he'd never seen him around, for one. Except he talked as though he'd just come from somewhere, and there weren't any towns or cities anywhere close by.
"There's one down the street." He said, answering his question about hotels. "Uh, if you don't mind, where are you from exactly?"
"Heaven." The man responded, and walked out the door. Charles blinked a couple times and wondered if that was supposed to be a bad pick-up line.
Gabriel found the hotel down the street. He checked in for one night, and collapsed on the bed in his new room. He flicked on the TV, he was trying to distract himself from all things Sam. Doctor Who was on. Sam loved Doctor Who. Doctor Sexy. He put the Winchesters in that show the one time. White Collar. Cop show, he'd dropped them in one of those too. Teletubbies. Just no. Ghostbusters. Come on! Twilight. *Gags*. Harry Potted marathon #792. Sam liked Harry Potter too... My Little Pony. Bitch please. Frankenstein. Monsters, really? Antiques Road Show... Fine. Gabriel settled down to watch the show, magicking ups a pound of chocolate and lollipops.
Gabriel woke to find a too-cheery weatherman with a first name for a last name, shouting at him that the day was going to be hot and dry. There was a rapping at the door. "Sir? It's time to check out, sir."
Gabriel rolled over in the bed. "Five more minutes." The woman didn't hear him. She'd already walked off to tell someone in a different room that they needed to check out. Gabriel stretched and sat up. He turned off David Paul, the first-name-only weatherman. He sat still for a minute, not really sure what to do next. Cas made the decision for him.
"Gabriel."
"God, Cassie!" Gabriel shouted, throwing one of the pillows at his brother. Cas didn't flinch. On the contrary, he was confused as to how Gabriel thought throwing a soft pillow would accomplish anything.
"What do you want, Cas?" But he knew what it was. He was here about Sam. God dammit.
"I'm here about Sam." Cas only confirmed what Gabriel already knew.
"Well what the hell am I supposed to do about it?!" Gabriel shouted testily at Cas. When Cas spoke, he was quiet. "You really love him don't you?" Gabriel just sat and stared at him. All of his gusto and anger draining away, however cliche it sounded.
"Yeah. And what the hell am I supposed to do about it." He didn't shout this time, and he didn't even ask it as a question. He just wanted to know how he was supposed to deal with falling in love with a Winchester. Because Gabriel couldn't do it on his own.
A/N: Sorry this is a bit late, but I was busy... being lazy... Sorry bros. I have the... first... well, paragraph of the next chapter. Please like and comment. Hey, thanks.