Two weeks later found Gabriel looking a little bit more healthy, his wounds finally starting to heal. Most of his cuts had healed almost all of the way. They were surely going to scar, however. Gabriel had finally started to get back to normal, mentally.

Actually, scratch that. He was never going to get back to normal mentally. He was just going to get better.

Gabriel had stopped freaking out every time he was touched by someone other than Sam. He could stand on his own, but couldn't stand to be alone for too long. He was okay, however, with going to the bathroom alone. Although, he didn't mind when Sam joined him.

Small spaces were probably going to freak him out for the rest of his life. He couldn't handle going outside yet, but he was ambitious to keep trying. Every time he got to the door of the bunker, he freaked out and stumbled back to Sam.

Sam was patient with Gabriel, helping him when he needed it. He never pushed Gabriel to do anything he didn't want to. But he did make sure that he was still making progress in the healing process.

But it was hard to make progress recently, what with Gabriel acting weird and refusing to tell him what was going on.

It wasn't like Sam didn't try his damnedest to get him to spill.

Gabriel had been acting sick recently, too. But Sam just chalked it up to Gabriel's body rejecting the first real food he's had in years.

Sam decided it was time to ask Gabriel what was going on again.

He left the library and went to his bedroom, where he knew Gabriel would be napping.

But when he got in the room, Gabriel wasn't in bed. He was in the bathroom, puking.

"Baby? Are you in there?"

"Y-yes, don't worry about m-me. I'll be out in a b-bit."

"Gabe, you've been sick for a week. Angels don't get sick, especially Archangels. And it's just you throwing up. You haven't had a fever or a cold, runny or stuffy nose, a cough, or been ill in any other way besides vomiting. Are you sure we shouldn't go to a doctor?"

"I-I'm sure. I'll be fine. I'm not dying. I'm..."

"You're what?"

"I'm hungry."

"I'll go make lunch. How does mac 'n' cheese sound?" Sam said, turning towards the door.

"Like I want ketchup and hotdogs with it," Gabriel said, his mood changing from ill to playful.

"Like, on the side?" Sam asked, hoping that he meant on the side.

"No, in the noodles," Gabriel said, looking at Sam like he was insane.

"Why? That sounds disgusting," Sam said, looking Gabriel like he was insane.

"I really want it, Sammy!" Gabriel pleaded.

"Fine. I'll go make it," Sam sighed, admitting defeat.

"Hurry!" Gabriel called after Sam as he left to go make the weird food.

About twenty minutes later, Sam walked into the room with a bowl of the requested food. The lights were off and there were candles everywhere. Sam looked around for Gabriel and quickly saw him on the bed, wearing a robe. And, from what Sam could see, he wasn't wearing much of anything else.

"Uh Gabe? What the hell is going on?"

"Sammy! There you are! Come get in bed!" Gabriel squealed.

"What the fuck?" Sam said, putting the bowl on the bedside table.

"Oh come on. Dean will be back from the hunt soon and I want us to be able to be as loud as we want."

"Why would we want to be loud?" Sam asked, cringing because he already knew the answer.

"I want you to make love to me, Sammy!"

"Gabe, what brought this on?" Sam asked, sitting on the bed and turning on the lamp. Sam looked up at Gabriel and noticed he had been crying. No, sobbing. Sam immediately responded by grabbing Gabriel and holding him in his arms. "God, Gabriel! What's wrong, baby?"

Gabriel started crying again and told him what had been on his mind. "Oh, Sammy," Gabriel choked in between sobs. "I can't believe I was so stupid! I made a mistake and I just that you can forgive me."

"What? Gabriel, what did you do?"

"Two weeks ago, we had sex, and I knew what was going on, I just hoped this wouldn't happen."

"Gabriel, tell me what's going on."

Gabriel wiped his eyes and spoke. "You know this last week? I've been not like a fever or a cold or anything."

"Go on."

"And I've had these weird cravings? Like really weird."

"Well, yeah, I would think that a lollipop and mashed potatoes are weird together."

"Hey, say what you want about mashed potatoes, but don't talk shit on the candy, I will end you."

"I'm sure you can."

"Sammy, I'm pregnant."

TBC