Sam nestled into his pillow, breathing in the gorgeous smell of spearmint and chocolate. He blinked at the harsh light and rolled on his side, only to sit upright because his pillow didn't smell like spearmint and it certainly didn't move. Events of last night poured into his mind; Gabriel, talking, watching a film, falling asleep? Sam was sure he'd fallen asleep in his clothes, which when he checked, were still on.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd woken up in a strange place to find his clothes missing. Dean loves practical jokes. They stopped getting amusing to Sam about the same time his brother fried his laptop and served it with syrup on, after Sam had scratched Dean's car in an attempt to break the radio. It wasn't even a big scratch.

Gabriel was resting on Sam's shoulder, his floppy puppy hair tangled and messy, his feet tucked up into the couch and one arm resting dangerous high on Sam's leg. But he looked cute, so Sam let it go. It was the most physical contact he'd had since Jess, and it felt good to have a warm body wrapped around his own. Even if said body had bony elbows.

He heard a vibration in the apartment, which still smelt vaguely like burnt cookies and checked his pockets, remembering he'd left his phone in his jacket. Slowly, he shifted Gabriel gently to not wake him (thank God for heavy sleepers) and stood up from the couch to reach his phone. Gabriel stirs and stretches out his feet, reminding Sam of a cat. He checks his phone; 10:14am. Shit, work is going to kill him! He's about to make coffee for Gabriel `sort of breakfast when his phone rings again, Dean's name popping up on the screen. He walks into the nearest door and finds the bathroom and clicks accept.

"Hey Dean, look, now's not a great-"

"Sammy! Where are you?" Dean says, sounding pissed.

"Uhh. At home, why?"

"You lying bitch. I'm at your apartment and you're not answering."

Shit. Dean couldn't see him.

"Okay, I'm with the.. landlady. She's sorting the rent with me."

"Colour me fucking surprised; you're lying. goddamnit, Sammy. Get home now."

"Geez. Fine. Wait in the lobby, I'll be there in a minute."

Sam ran his hands through his hair, sorting it out. Forget the coffee, he nudges Gabriel who groans and sits up, raising an eyebrow at Sam through sleepy, hazy eyes.

"Mornin' Kiddo. I must admit, I'm not a massive fan of morning sex- mostly the morning part- but I think I'll make an exception for you." He grins cockily as Sam pouts.

"Maybe later... I mean. Got to go, see you later?"

"What? Right sure."

Sam bobs his head from side to side, trying to decide whether it would be proper to kiss him goodbye. Perhaps not. Especially when his angry brother is waiting for him. He sighs and opens the door to the apartment, coming face to face with an extremely pissed off Dean.

Dean wasn't stupid; Sam waking up in the early hours of the morning. Not being home. Lying about where he was. Lying about where he's not. And now coming out of an opposite apartment with crinkled clothes, a bed head and a happy expression.

"Sammy, you sly dog!" Dean laughs, giving his brother a quick hug as he slams shut the door.

"Uhh. Hi, Dean. How have you been?"

"Awesome Sam, just awesome. Long time no see."

"Yeah. Sorry about that, rough few months with y'know. Jess. Do you want to go get some breakfast?"

"Worked up an appetite?" Dean winks, nudging Sam on his elbow.

"No Dean, it wasn't like that."

There's a creaky sound from behind them, they both turn at the same time, hands in a place to protect themselves when a grinning man peaks out from behind the door.

"Hey boys. It was sooo not like that. Sam, you forgot this." Gabriel throws out Sam's jacket before raising his eyebrows and shutting the door behind them. Dean turns to Sam. "Dude!"

If looks could kill, Dean would have been bacon.

They end up sat at a grubby diner, eating bacon with eggs. Sam mooched around with his, flicking it from one side of the plate to the other. Dean flirted with the hot server and stared at Sam.

"Come on." Sam finally snapped. "Let me have it!"

"Have what?"

"The speech. The 'I've probably had more ass than a toilet seat'. The teasing. The jokes. Come on! Get angry, get happy, whatever."

"He's your type." Dean muttered, "Nerdy, hot in a dorky kind of way, totally out of your league."

"My type? Dude, I don't have a type!"

"Come on Man! Kate, Jess, now pretty angel boy."

"He's not a pretty angel boy!"

"You so have a type."

Sam glared at Dean, tapping his hands angrily on the table, grabbing the salt from the table and swapping it around in his hands impatiently.

"Look. I just. I don't know! Everything with Jess just made me hate all that stuff."

"Now you sound like me! Whiny bitch."

"You're such a jerk." But Sam was starting to laugh now, grinning as his brother wolfed down his breakfast.

Dean had been given a few weeks vacations, which meant something had happened. The last time Bobby- Dean's boss at the scrap yard- had given him a day off, their Dad had died. Stroke. Dean had accepted, only to go missing for two weeks and wind up on Sam's door step later, drunk out of his skin and crying.

"What happened?" Sam asks kindly, trying hard to remain calm. What now? They had no known family left, since all their family seemed to be dead. The thought of Dean being ill made Sam want to throw up, his blood raced and the diner became uncomfortably hot.

"Relax! Nothing. All's cool." Dean assures him, grinning as their sever returns, slipping a piece of paper onto the table. "The names Crowley." He smiles, sliding the piece of paper across, "Call me, Moose." Dean's mouth couldn't open any wider, as Sam is hit on by a British man wearing an apron. Sam stutters his way through a few sentences but fails miserably. He slips the paper into his pocket when the man leaves, but scrunches it up first.

"No way, Sammy boy. You're not getting all my game!"

Sam is too speechless to answer. Holy crap, what is wrong with the Universe lately?

"Benedict Cumberpatch?"

"Dean."

"Tom Hiddleson?"

"Dean."

"Chris Pine?"

"Dean!"

"Just tryin' to figure out if we're on the same page here."

"The gay page?"

Sam was tiered of this 'who would you bang game' with a new set of rules. He wanted to go home. Maybe call round to Gabe's house. His tone sounded light but Gabriel seemed a little off. Sam did run off with another man, who Gabriel wouldn't know was his brother. But how could Sam get over there while Dean was there?

"Got any plans while you're here?" Sam asked politely.

"Nope, I'm all yours."

Sam sighed. This was going to be hell.

Gabriel leans over, his pearly pink tongue rolling over his lips to wet them. Sam slides his hands up his arms, his warm skin smooth and soft. He pauses in front of Sam's mouth, teasingly hovering, waiting for Sam to break. His warm breath on Sam's lips so taunting he reaches forward, pressing his palm into the back of Gabe's head to crush their mouth together. Their kisses desperate and quick, panting in between until Sam can't breath any more. Gabriel swings his leg over Sam's hips, pressing both legs together to make him moan.

His hands reach under Sam's shirt, pulling up the hem to expose his hard muscles underneath. His finger trace over them, as Sam's nibbles along his neck and plants tiny, harsh kisses on his collarbone. Gabriel's noises are beautiful; rough and choked groans into Sam's ears. Sam leans back on the bed, allowing Gabriel to follow him, tugging off his shirt before meeting him at the lips.

"Sammy." He whispers. "Sam."

Sam opens his eyes, waking up to the rickety Impala driving him along back to the apartment, Dean taking his eyes off the road to wake him up. The moment Dean is occupied, Sam's taking a visit to his neighbour.

Hi! Thank you to all my followers who have reviewed and been so helpful! Will update another chapter soon. Next chapter is Gabriel & Sam but also Dean meeting a certain blue-eyed brother.