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Sam and Gabriel had walked in silence out of the alley way, to the emergency vehicle's waiting to take him in to check his leg. Why did he kiss me? Sam wondered to himself, Why did I let him kiss me? Gabriel's arm was around his waist, holding on for support after refusing to let Sam just carry him.

"C'mon Kiddo, I have appearances to keep up." Gabriel had laughed, originally trying to wave off any attempt at help.

If had taken him at least 10 minutes to even convince him to help this much.

"Novak! Winchester! We were starting to think you'd gotten lost… or that Novak had bled out. What took you so long?" The EMT scoffed, helping Sam lie Gabriel down on the gurney, "Michael came and did Azazel's pick up personally, said he wanted to make sure they got him in this time. He said to tell you good job."

"Oh awesome, the boss man said good job to me. " Gabriel jabbed Sam in the ribs softly, "I feel special."

"So, is he going to be alright?" Sam asked, ignoring Gabriel's attempts at keeping his attention, "From what I can tell, he stopped the bleeding pretty well with his coat, but there's no telling what will happen when we remove it; and I wasn't there when he was shot, so I don't know if the bullet is still in there or not."

"We'll get him checked out at the Hospital, but there's no way we can check him out here. We can never be too careful. For all we know, he could have nicked the femoral artery or something." He was loading Gabriel into the ambulance as they spoke, "They took your car; you riding with him?"

"Yeah, I'll hop in back with him." Sam nodded, trying to fight down the flush of his cheeks as Gabriel waggled his eyebrows at him from the ambulance." The EMT nodded to Sam as he climbed in, and shut the doors behind him. "You sure you're alright Gabe?"

"Psh. I'm fine Sammich, calm down. I've taken worse shots in the line of duty. I've been doing this long enough. I did my 2 years of college, and my training and all the fricken background checks!" He laughed, "I'm 32 years old. I've been in doing this job since I was 20. What about you; why did you become a cop, Sam?"

"Gabriel, I think you're going into shock." Sam avoided the subject like the plague, "How about you keep talking, and we'll come back to me when we know you're not about to pass out from blood loss?"

"Speaking of which, why isn't Gary back here taking care of me? Gary! Do you hear me! Why do I still have a coat around my leg?" Gabriel yelled towards the driver, "Ah, whatever. I'll be fine, I'm always fine! I have to be fine; who will take care of Snicker and Doodle if I'm not? 'Tis just a flesh wound!"

"Are you… are you really quoting Monty Python?"

"But of course!"

"Also, Snicker and Doodle? Really?"

"You leave my dogs out of this Samsquach. They're good girls." He nodded, "They keep me out of trouble."

"Uh huh." Sam nodded, letting Gabriel ramble on until they reached the hospital.


"Alright boys, time to get Novak inside and get that leg looked at." Sam climbed out and assisted with the gurney as Gary wheeled Gabriel into the hospital, trying his hardest to ignore the actual hospital, "Yo, Winchester. You coming, or do you plan on staring at that crack in the parking lot all night?"

"What? Oh! Sorry." Sam rushed to catch up to the EMT and his partner.

"You know what, I hate doctors." Gabriel grumbled. The bullet had been removed from his leg, and his wound stitched up, after a long lecture from the doctor towards Sam for not getting Gabriel in sooner, "Don't take what he said to mind; the man shouldn't talk to you like he knows you oh-so-personally-"

"Gabriel, why did you kiss me?" Sam choked out, cutting Gabriel off before he could continue.

"Good question Kiddo." Gabriel smiled softly, swinging his legs over the side of his bed and motioning for Sam to sit, "You looked worried. I figured it would be a distraction." Sam sat down next to him, watching him from the corner of his eyes, "Besides, I can't say it was so easy to fight the temptation with you so close like that."

"So do you just… Do that to everyone then?" Sam immediately regretted asking the question as Gabriel shot him a look that would have killed him if possible.

"Don't patronize me Sam." His face was completely stoic, "We may have just met, and that may have been sudden of me, but I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't-"

The doctor walked back in, causing Sam to jump off the bed and over to the other side of the room, silently thanking him for the intrusion, "Alright Mr. Novak. You're being released, but you're off duty for the next week. You really should be off that leg a bit longer, but I've already spoken to Chief Alexander, and he's agreed to put you on desk work until I have deemed you able to go back into the field. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Gabriel gave the doctor a mock salute and rolled his eyes.

"Mister Winchester, I've also been told to inform you that you are on 'Gabriel duty' until he can come back into work." Sam nodded; a little bit confused by the unorthodox approach this branch of the police force took in comparison to his former precinct in the city.

"Understood, sir. I'll make sure I keep an eye on him so he can recover quickly."

"Good. I'll get his discharge paperwork ready so you can take him home. I'm sure he'll be able to give you directions." The doctor nodded once more and stepped from the room.

"So. Gabriel duty, huh?" Gabriel tried to hold back a sly smile, "Looks like you're really stuck with me kiddo."

"I'm not too worried. After all, what's the worst thing that could happen?"


"This is probably the worst thing that could have ever happened to me." Sam groaned, holding the frozen bag between his legs, "I was wrong."

"Sorry. I think Snicker was excited…" Gabriel shifted on his crutches so he could pet the large fluffy German Sheppard, "At least Doodle feels bad." The black dog was standing next to Sam, her head on his lap, staring at him with the saddest eyes either man could have ever imagined. The moment Sam had swung open the door, the two girls had bum rushed him, expecting Gabriel. The height difference had been his downfall as they had collided roughly against him.

"It's not their fault. You told me you had dogs. I just didn't expect big dogs." He pet Doodle, "It's okay girl, I know you didn't mean it." In response, she whined and clamored next to him on the couch, never moving her head from Sam's lap. Snicker had refused to leave Gabriel's side, giving him a solid mass to lean against instead of the crutch.

"C'mon girl." Gabriel cooed, walking with Snicker to sit on the couch, "Sorry the place is such a mess. I don't usually have company."

"A mess?" Sam looked around the immaculate apartment, the cleanliness ruined by only the haphazard mountain of candy wrappers across the living room table, "If this is a mess, you should never walk into my apartment. However, please tell me you didn't eat all this candy in one sitting…?"

"Me? Oh no… Never…" Gabriel coughed illusively, "Okay, I can't lie to you Samsquach. I did."

"How do you not have diabetes or something, dude?"

"I have no idea, but I'm not going to question my body when it lets me eat all the candy I want." He smiled and shoved Sam softly, "Why, you worried about little 'ol me?" false

"Shut your pie hole Gabriel." Sam rolled his eyes and pushed back, putting him on the receiving end of a grunt from Doodle, "Sorry girl, didn't mean to dislodge your pillow." He patted her head again and watched Gabriel as he pulled Snicker onto the couch and into his lap.

"Poor baby has really bad hip dysplasia, so I spoil her a little more than her sister." Gabriel explained quietly as she curled up in his lap, tongue lolling out as Gabriel continued to shower her with his affections, "I think Doodle is well on her way to it too, seems to run in their family." Sam nodded a little and put his free arm across the back of the couch, accidentally brushing his hand across the back of Gabriel's neck in the process.

Gabe stiffened a little at Sam's touch, knowing it was unintentional but enjoying the feeling of skin on skin while it lasted, "So… Uhm…"

"Yeah." Gabriel looked over to Sam with a small smile, "You can stay here tonight, if you like. I only have one bed, but I can take the couch."

"I don't want to be a burden Gabe, especially when you're already injured. I'll take the girls out for you and be back first thing in the morning to help you out." He picked up Doodle and stood, setting her back down on the couch, "Let me get you up to bed first though, I don't trust you to go up those stairs with crutches." Snicker hopped off Gabriel's lap to sit next to her sister, as if she knew she would have had to move anyways, "So, let's get you to bed."

It took next to no time for Sam to help Gabriel hobble up the stairs and sat him down on his bed, "I appreciate the help Sam. God knows I'm too proud to ask for it, but I am grateful."

Hey, don't worry about it. We're partners now, I'd expect you would do the same for me if I got shot or beat up in the line of duty. You okay to get out of your uniform?"

"Yeah, I can handle it." Gabriel rolled his eyes, pulling off his uniform top, not bothering with the buttons as he threw it to the floor, "I got shot in the leg, not the 'everything else'." Sam tried to laugh at Gabriel's attempt at a joke, but found himself distracted by the contours of his chest and arms. He wasn't horribly muscular by any means, but fit, with an all over tan that proved the man spent many hours in the sun. His skin paled slightly around the edge of his pants, and Sam forced himself to look away before he let his mind go any further. He did not need to imagine the feel of those slim hips pressed against him, or the light pressure of his legs locked around his waist, "You okay Sam? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine." Sam gasped, turning to step out the door as Gabriel lowered and threw his pants across the room, "I'll walk the girls and lock up. See you in the morning!" He rushed away, cursing himself as he leashed the girls and shook his head, "Why on earth was I so… Ugh. Stop it Sam. Don't think about it. It's just been a while; even men are starting to look attractive." He fed himself the lie as easily as he had in his teenage years; but as he walked the two dogs across the lawn to do their business, his mind wandered back to the earlier kiss and the intoxicating feel of Gabriel's hand's in his hair, "Oh man, I'm so screwed."