Sam walked back to the hotel in a huff. There was no way that he had called Gabriel "Gabe". He hated Gabe, especially after what he did to Dean. There was no way that Sam could actually be growing fond of Gabriel, even if he had an amazing laugh. And a smile like the sun. And, if his eyes were completely mesmerizing, well, that was a complete coincidence.
However, while Sam was thinking about how amazing Gabriel physically looked, he realized that he didn't mind the idea of falling for the trickster/angel. Gabriel really was amazing. Childish and irritating at times, but once you got past that part, he was caring and he stood for what he believed in, and that was something that Sam not only understood, but he admired.
When he got back to the motel, Dean immediately turned him around and got into the Impala to do some more interviews and some recon work on the case. The whole time, Sam's mind was thinking about Gabriel and he couldn't stay focused on the case, which was testing Dean's patience, to stay the least.
"Dude, what the hell? You were useless today! What's going on?" He exploded as soon as they were in the Impala after a long day.
Sam couldn't really tell Dean that he had constantly been thinking about Gabriel the whole day, so he muttered something unintelligible that Dean wanted to hear, just so that he would leave Sam alone. It was apparently good enough, because Dean left him alone until they got to the local diner.
When they walked in, they sat down in a back booth next to the window, and Dean started in on him again.
"I can't have you working if you're not 100%, Sammy. You know that. Are you 100% focused? Because if you aren't-"
"And what can I get for you gentlemen?" the voice of the waiter asked them as he appeared next to the table. Sam looked up at him and stared in astonishment. It was Gabriel.
"What the-" Dean spluttered, but soon found that he didn't have a voice.
"Really by 'gentlemen' I meant 'Sam', because really Dean, you always get the same thing. Bacon cheeseburger with a side of heart disease. And for you...?" Gabriel asked pointedly to Sam.
"Um...whatever the chef recommends?" Sam asked, a bit of bafflement still coloring his voice.
"Sounds great, I'll get that right in for you, Big Boy." Gabe waggled his eyebrows at Sam before he walked away towards the kitchen, grabbing the apron that was hanging on the hook by the door before slipping inside.
"He's not gonna cook it, is he?" Dean asked, once he got his voice back. He looked at Sam who just shrugged and looked out the window, waiting for the food to arrive. He knew there was no way that he could change the fact that Gabriel was making his food, and he was certain that Gabriel wouldn't try to poison him or anything, so Sam continued to wait and Dean fumed in silence.
In record time, the food appeared on the table, steaming hot. The burger that Gabriel had ordered for Dean was grilled just the way that he liked it, with extra bacon on it. The fries were crispy and just salty enough to make his tongue want more, once he swallowed one. For Sam, there was a salad that had almost every vegetable known to man in it. There was no dressing, just the way he liked. After he finished that plate, there was another plate in front of him, that was occupied with chicken cordon bleu that was so succulent that it melted in Sam's mouth. Gabriel apparently knew better than to try to bring Sam a dessert. Instead, he came out of the kitchen, hung the apron up on the hook and came over to Sam and Dean, asking, "Can I get you anything else?"
Dean couldn't talk again, surprise surprise, and Sam told Gabriel that Dean would like to have a piece of pie, which got him a greatful glance from his brother.
"No can do, Dean-o, we're fresh out of all the pie," Gabriel replied with a smirk. Dean looked appalled and Gabriel turned back to Sam asking, "Can I get you anything else, Sammy?"
"Just the check, please" Sam asked.
"Nothing for the road?"
"Nope, I think that we're okay for now."
"Well, Sam-a-lamma, I hate to break it to you, but there is no check. No charge whatsoever." With that, Gabriel was gone, and the boys were in the Impala, the engine running. Dean pulled out of the diner parking lot in silence, drove to the motel, dropped Sam off and went to the nearest bar to get a much needed drink.