Well this chapter was interesting to write
But I think I have a good plot idea now
So sit back
And enjoy the first bit of confident writing I've done in a long time
Even if it sucks arse
xXx
The pair kissed, somewhat fiercely, for a few moments. But when Gabriel started to slip his hands beneath Sam's shirt, Sam choked out something incoherent before backing away. Gabriel stared at him, confused.
"Gabriel... I can't... I can't do this. I'm sorry but... I can't like you like that. I..." He trailed off, trying not to stammer awkwardly. Gabriel nodded and smiled as if he understood. But as Sam fled the room, a wave of pain at the rejection washed over him. He would never show it, of course, but it was there.
After all, why would Sam want to do such things with him? In any case, why did he have these unusual feelings in the first place?
Gabriel dismissed the feelings as sexual frustration. After all, it had been a long time since he had gotten laid. He could conjure some women to help him with that, but he was just not in the mood for that. Hadn't been in a while.
Gabriel wasn't quite sure if he had just fucked up whatever weird friendship they had. Normally he wouldn't care. But for some reason, Gabriel truly didn't want to lose Sam. As much as they snarked at each other, they were still friends. Sam was one of the few people that could tolerate him and his endless raw flirting and jokes.
Gabriel summoned a pint of ice cream to help him forget about everything. Dean was off with Cas looking into a case, so Gabriel was alone. Flopping down on the couch, he let out a deep sigh.
...
It was a long time before Sam returned from who the hell knows where, and as he entered, he avoided Gabriel's questioning gaze. He didn't even ask why the archangel was sticking around. Gabriel stared at the TV. This was awful. He wanted to retreat, but he instead squared up to the problem, even if he wasn't discussing it yet.
Gabriel chowed down one last cookie for luck before walking tensely over to where Sam was sitting, staring a little too hard at his open, however idle, laptop.
"Hey, kiddo." Gabriel's voice was low and rusty, and he laughed quickly to cover it.
Sam didn't notice or even say hello. Instead he turned to Gabriel without a word. His eyes were sad and not at the same time.
Gabriel continued. "Listen, about what happened... I-"
"I don't really want to talk about it right now. I just want to be alone, okay?" Sam sighed.
Gabriel flinched, but was gone with a soft fluttering sound, without another word.
...
Sam tried to focus on his work. Dean and him were hunting a witch, and Sam was searching the Internet for any superstitious places it could be hiding out. Not always the best method, but hell, it was worth a shot.
What happened earlier with Gabriel was nagging at the corner of his mind, but Sam refused to think about it. He knew it was his fault for kissing him, but he didn't think that Gabriel was serious. Just one kiss to surprise him, and it backfired badly. Sam kinda wanted to apologize, but he didn't want to call Gabriel to him just for another awkward conversation.
Dean returned home at around 7 at night. Cas was with him, totally drunk to the point where he was staggering and weaving, slumped on Dean's shoulder.
Sam made a face "I thought you were investigating the case?"
Dean paused. "I did."
"So... What'd you find?"
Dean tossed a folded piece of paper at him. "Everything I got is on there. I'm putting Cas to bed, so you'll have to handle the rest of the research. Okay?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm always the one doing the rest of the work." He paused, then relented. "Fine. Go take care of Cas. I'll tell you if I run into anything interesting."
Dean nodded and led Cas to the bed so he could sleep off the effects of the alcohol. Dean grabbed a beer and relaxed nearby, watching over him semi-discreetly.
Sam turned back to his work. Search after search brought up nothing. Soon he was frustrated and raging to himself. Why was he so angry? This wasn't the first time research had been a total ass.
After a while Sam gave up and slumped furiously down onto the couch, making the cheap thing creak. He expressed his anger in his glare at the blank screen. He expected Gabriel to drop in as he usually did when Sam was upset, but he didn't. Oh, wait. Sam had ruined that.
Cursing himself harshly, Sam buried his face in the lumpy couch and drifted into an uneasy sleep.
