In an alternate universe somewhere Gabriel would be a rich Tony Stark type character, surrounded by money and beautiful women. In this universe however he was in the company of dirty dishes, filthy counters and one hot villain who was giving him the most well rehearsed bitch face he had ever seen. He had back tracked quickly, filling up one cup of coffee and snatching one bottle of beer from the manager's secret don't touch fridge. He put the cheap cup of caffeinated latte in front of his visitor, figuring him to be the intellectual type who liked his creamy beverages. The alcohol was for him, heaven only knew how much he would need it.
The Hacker smiled at the drink appreciatively and took a sip, licking away the foam from his upper lip, tongue slipping out between his teeth timidly. Gabe sucked in a sharp breath and willed away his perverse thoughts, which were becoming more difficult to ignore. It was so hard to keep his mind focused with a distracting life like his. His career was a bust, his hobbies were life threatening, and his sex life had been dry for months due to the two former problems. This criminal, with his innocent eyes yet seductive features, was slowly leading him to ruin, and not just because Gabriel wanted him in a bed.
"So" the brunette started out awkwardly, "Let's talk."
"Okay..." Gabe waited for the demands of his black mailer, but the ridged silence continued. Gabe was staring into his eyes and visa versa, both looking incredibly confused. A sudden idea came across Gabriel's brilliant mind, this guy, the man in front of him, had no idea what he was doing. He felt a giggle work it's way up his throat and tried so desparately to hold it back. Sam glared at him in a disapproving manner and Gabriel released his loud laugher around the diner, making heads turn in their direction. Gabe felt a boot kick his knee gently under the table while his company muttered something vulgar with the words 'shut up' thrown in.
"I have shit to do." Gabe said standing to leave, his shoulders still quaking with mirth. Sam arose quickly too, showing off their grand height difference. He looked like he was ready to drop to his knees and beg, the great and powerful Hacker. He gripped Gabriel's stained work apron with one of his enormous hands softly, showing off how much of a gentle giant he was on the inside.
"Please don't tell Dean" He said voice cracking with nervousness, "I have as much on you as you do on me."
"Look, just stay out of trouble and we should be fine. Are we done now?" Gabe asked impatiently.
"No, you don't understand." The man, now more like an over grown child, gripped onto him tighter pushing Gabe's smaller body back into the table so that his hips pushed against the edge. If they hadn't been in public Gabe definitely would have hit on the guy and/or possibly tried to jump him. Sam's face was one of panic. "This is a career, if I back out my boss will-"
"Just what are you involved in, Moose?" Gabe questioned, interrupting the man's dark thoughts of his employer. Sam's cellphone rang and his skin paled several skin tones. He released Gabriel and answered the phone, his words were choppy and one worded like 'yes', 'no', or 'sorry'. He hung up and glanced around nervously making a move to leave, but this time Gabe stopped him, concern glittering in his eyes. It was a lot like the first time they encountered each other, except that no matter how much Sam tried to shake off the pesky vigilante, he just gripped harder.
"Let go" Sam pleaded.
"Let me help you."
"Why?"
"It's what I do." Gabriel answered honestly with a soft smile.
After being caught up on the details, both of them began to walk to a predetermined destination, Gabe clad in his super suit whilst Sam only threw on a jacket laying in the back of his car. They were going to meet someone named Crowley, a loan shark who got his money through nefarious means. The office they arrived at was an abandoned ware house, however inside it was a fine modernized office with a few guards with enough muscle to make Sam look like a cheerleader. Behind the desk the portly man sat, his hands folded neatly in front of him. He glanced between Sam and the new figure, who in his opinion was poorly over dressed for their business meeting.
"So moose," Gabe felt an annoyance when the shark used the same nickname he had used for Sam a little bit ago, and wondered how often he got picked on for his height. "I would ask what your problem was this time, but it seems your friend here answers that for me. Got caught by the local dick in tights?" Gabe growled low and threatening, making any rabid animal look tame. He would have jumped at Crowley but Sam's large hand held his shoulder, but it was more for support than to hold him back.
"I can't work for you anymore, Crowley." He said voice cracking like an adolescents. The business man chuckled darkly and stared in amusement at the still riled up Illusion Master.
"Did you convince him with some sort of virtue speech or did you get in to his pants? It wouldn't surprise me if Samantha had a pussy." Gabriel for his credit did lunge at the smug bastard, but he was knocked back by one of the guards planted behind the desk. Crowley giggled in delight as Gabe and the guard began their tussle on the floor, which Gabe would have won if not for the second guard that came at him. Sam wanted to help but guard number three, though shorter was still stronger and was holding back his struggles.
"Crowley," Gabe barked from underneath the two guards pressing him into the floor. "His brother is the main cop on this case, it's too risky, for everyone." The business man did pause to think about the new information and processed it quickly. He stood from his seat behind the protective mahogany desk and came around to look down at Gabriel. He drew back one of his shiny black shoes and buried it roughly into Gabriel's ribs. Gabe tasted acid bile and iron like blood burn his throat as he choked and gasped for breath, his stomach and chest heaving with effort. He didn't know if anything was broken, the pain was still too much to tell.
"Sam your fired," Crowley stated simply staring at his nails intently as if he hadn't just kick Gabe's lungs into his digestive system "You have two years to pay off your college debt. Unless you want Dean or your little hero here ending up like Jessica did."
"You bastard!" Sam roared off to the side, out of Gabe's line of vision as if he could see strait anyway.
"Get them out of here." Crowley told his goons snapping his fingers returning to his throne behind his desk. The lapdogs threw the two men to the curb, Sam still having enough strength to stand went to the Illusionist's side. They were broken and beaten, and never before had the Illusion Master felt like more of a loser, this had to be his worst week ever. He couldn't ignore the small victory he had achieved and smiled weakly.
"Congrats, moose, you get to make an honest living now."
"You dumbass" Sam grunted supporting the trickster on his shoulder "Thank you."
Author's Note: So I got up this morning, checked my email, and this one said "Plz update soon" or something like that and I was like "Wtf, update what?" So I thought about it for a few minutes and then it hit me. Thank you to who ever reminded me that I have yet to finish this. I'm not sure if I hallucinated it all or not, because the email has disappeared and I can't find the comment in my reviews. Anyway, after a month in the making here is the new chapter. I'm sorry I made Crowley a bad guy, in all honesty he's one of my favorite characters, but he was a needed plot device. Review for me please, I need all the love.
