Sam turned off the water and grabbed a towel for Gabriel.
He dried Gabriel off before drying himself off. He then dressed Gabriel's endless wounds. He told Gabriel to put on a pair of his boxers, which hung very loosely at his hips.
"Sammy, these are really big."
"Gabriel, they're mine. That means that they're going to be much too big for you," Sam said, putting on boxers and his favorite plaid pajama pants.
Gabriel laid on the right side of Sam's bed. Sam, however, laid on the left side, not knowing whether or not Gabriel wanted to be close to him.
After about ten minutes, Gabriel spoke up.
"Sammy, I-I can't-t s-sleep."
Sam pulled Gabriel onto his chest and started to sing softly to him.
I never meant to be so bad to you. One thing I said that I would never do.
"What?" Gabriel whispered. Sam only squeezed him tighter and rested his chin upon Gabriel's head.
A look from you and I would fall from Grace. And that would wipe this smile right from my face.
Sam lifted his chin off of Gabriel's head and started stroking Gabriel's clean hair.
Do you remember when we used to dance? And incident arose from circumstance. One thing lead to another, we were young. And we would scream together songs unsung.
"Oh. Sammy-"
It was the heat of the moment, telling me what your heart meant. The heat of the moment shone in your eyes.
Gabriel looked up with tears in his eyes. He kissed Sam's lips gently.
And now you find yourself in eighty-two. The disco hot spots hold no charm for you. You can't concern yourself with bigger things. You catch the pearl and ride the dragon's wings.
Gabriel yawned and looked up at Sam again restlessly.
'Cause it's the heat of the moment. Heat of the moment, the heat of the moment. Shone in your eyes.
Sam yawned and looked down at Gabriel.
And when your looks are gone and you're alone. How many nights you sit beside the phone? What were the things you wanted for yourself? Teenage ambitions you'll remember well. It was the heat of the moment. Telling me what your heart meant. The heat of the moment shone in your eyes. It was the heat of the moment. Heat of the moment, heat of the moment. Shone in your eyes. Heat of the moment, heat of the moment. Heat of the moment. Heat of the moment, heat of the moment.
Sam looked at Gabriel once again, hoping to find him asleep, instead he saw that Gabriel was quietly sobbing to himself.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Sam. I-I was an asshole. I don't deserve you after what I did. You deserve better than me. I don't know why you settled for a used, no-good, piece of trash like me. I'm filthy and disgusting."
"Gabriel, please stop. I love you. You're not filthy and I definitely did not settle! You're also not disgusting."
"Yes I am!"
"No, Gabriel, you're not. And I may deserve better than you, but that's not what I want. I want you, nothing more, nothing less. You're perfect for me. And if you're apologizing for the mystery spot, there is no need. I forgave you for that when you went up against Lucifer."
"Oh."
"And I don't care if you're not a virgin. I know you're not. So yes, you may be used, but that doesn't matter to me. The only things that matter to me are you, and killing Asmodeus. Especially after finding out what he did to you."
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"Will you sing me another song?"
"Yeah sure. Any requests?"
"No. I haven't heard music in seven years. I don't what music is like anymore."
"Right. Yeah, not much has changed. Other than the fact that people seem to like rappers more than good music. You know, music with real words and singers with real teeth and body parts."
"What?"
"Nothing. I know what song I'll sing." Sam said as he started humming. Gabriel was about to ask what he was doing when Sam started singing.
Nobody ever knows. Nobody ever sees. I left my soul back there now I'm too weak. Most nights I pray for you to come home. Praying to the Lord. Praying for my soul. Now please don't go. Most nights I hardly sleep when I'm alone. Now please don't go, oh no. I think of you whenever I'm alone. So please don't go.
Sam started humming again and Gabriel yawned.
'Cause I don't ever want to know. Don't ever want to see things change. 'Cause when I'm living on my own, I'll wanna take it back and start again. Most nights I pray for you to come home. Praying to the Lord. Praying for my soul. Now please don't go. Most nights I hardly sleep when I'm alone. Now please don't go, oh no. I think of you whenever I'm alone. So please don't go. I send so many messages, you don't reply. I gotta figure out what am I missing babe. Singing now oh oh oh. And I need you now, I need your love oh oh oh. Now please don't go. Most nights I hardly sleep when I'm alone. Now please don't go, oh no. I think of you whenever I'm alone. So please don't, please don't go, please don't go. Please don't go oh no. I think of you whenever I'm alone. So please don't go.
"That was beautiful, Sam." Gabriel said as he fell asleep.
Sam smiled and kissed Gabriel on the forehead.
He fell asleep shortly after.
The next morning Sam woke up to an empty bed.
He shot up in his bed and looked around the room. He gasped when he saw Gabriel hugging his knees, face buried in his arms, in the corner, slowly rocking back and forth.
"Gabriel?"
Sam immediately regretted that. Gabriel flinched and looked up. His face and hands were caked in blood. Sam looked for the cause of all the blood, only to find that Gabriel had restitched his lips shut.
Sam slowly got out of bed and went to comfort Gabriel but he only cowered in fear.
Sam tried everything but nothing worked. Nothing got through to the real Gabriel.
Then, Sam got an idea. He started humming the song from the night before and Gabriel looked up again.
"Gabriel? Is it you? You're safe here. No need for panic. Can I cut the stitches?"
Gabriel nodded. Sam grabbed a knife off of the dresser next to them and cut the stitches.
Gabriel snapped and healed his mouth. Sam gave him a wet washcloth to wipe off the blood.
"Gabriel, don't do that. You need to conserve your Grace."
"Sammy? Thank you, but I can manage my own Grace. I've regenerated some of it."
"Oh. Okay. Then let's go back to bed. I'm still tired."
"I'll go back to bed with you, but not because I'm tired," Gabriel said, wiggling his eyebrows at Sam.
"Geez, Gabe. Can you go one minute without making sex jokes?"
"Nope."
"Are you even ready?"
"Nope. Wait, yeah. I'm ready. Why do you ask?"
"Well, with what happened, I thought you might want to wait."
"I'm not going to let him win. If I refuse sex because of what he did, then he wins. I won't give him that. I want this," Gabriel said, then he shifted in his spot on the bed. "Oh."
"What?"
"Nothing. Uhm, weird question, but...do you have condoms?"
"No, why? We don't really need them, do we?" Sam asked, chuckling.
"Uh...no. We don't," Gabriel said, accepting the consequences to come.
Sam grabbed Gabriel by the back of his neck and pulled him down onto the bed. They started kissing and didn't stop there. Though, they should have.
TBC
