Sam walked back toward the Impala, munching on some crackers. His tongue felt a little raw, from all the lollipops he'd been sucking on lately, so it made everything taste weird. Dean was leaning on the hood with a serious look on his face.

"Sammy," he said, "can I talk to you?"

"Sure," Sam replied, glancing around, "uh,...where's Cas? And how did you detach him from your hip?"

"Well," Dean sighed, "that's sorta what I need to talk to you about. Remember this morning, when Mr. Sugar Rush was in the car?"

A tingling feeling tickled Sam's stomach. He could almost see Gabriel's face perfectly in his mind, sitting next to him in the backseat. That was who Dean was referring to, right?

"You mean Gabe?" Sam blurted.

Dean's eyes narrowed. Oh shit. Sam heard the excitement in his own voice when he asked. He gulped under Dean's suspicious stare.

"...riel?" he added quickly, hoping Dean couldn't see the videos playing in his mind, of kissing Gabriel.

Dean stared at Sam for a moment longer before continuing.

"Yeah. Him. He let the word 'honeymoon' slip out when he was jabbing, and Cas asked me what it was. So, I told him a minute ago. And, as soon as I did," Dean sighed, "...he flew off to find us a place."

So, Dean and Cas were leaving? Sam hated to admit it, but he was kind of glad. That meant less opportunities for people to disturb his dreams.

"Uh,,...okay, I guess," Sam said.

"Look, Sam," Dean said, seeming guilty, "I told him we could have a small one. If you could just give us, maybe, sixteen hours, that would be great. I promise I'm not gonna skip out on you -"

"Dean," Sam interrupted, confused, "it's fine with me. You're a grown man. Why are you asking my permission?"

"Because, you're still my brother, Sammy," Dean said, "You're still just as important to me as you always were. I don't want you to think I'm going to abandon you now that I'm with Cas."

Sam smiled. It was nice to hear Dean say he still cared about him. Sam knew, though, that he loved Cas just as much.

"It's fine, Dean," he said quietly, "you can go consummate your holy union. I'll still be here when you get back."

Sam tore open a candy bar from his pocket, wondering where Cas might be taking his brother.

"So, what strange habitat will you be fornicating in tonight?" Sam asked.

He didn't realize, until after he had already said it, that he might be needing to ask himself the same question. He swallowed down a bite of chocolate and looked up at his brother.

"God, I don't know," Dean replied, "I just hope -"

Cas suddenly appeared behind Dean, seeming like he could barely contain himself. Dean spun around to look at him. Sam watched the interaction, once again feeling like the third wheel.

"Hello, Dean," Cas said, "I'm ready to take you, now."

Sam nearly choked on his chocolate. That sounded like something Gabriel would say in one of his dreams. Dean turned back to glance down at him, still seeming a little guilty. Sam chuckled, knowing Dean was excited to plant another flag in Cas's ass.

"We'll be back tomorrow, okay?" Dean said.

"Just go," Sam said, shoving him toward his angel.

He watched Cas grab hold of Dean's arm, as they both looked at each other. Sam glanced between them, seeing how happy they made each other. A tiny little ache twinged in Sam's chest. What would it take to get Gabriel to look at him like that? With seriousness and honesty?...With love?

"Close your eyes, Dean," Cas whispered.

Sam watched his brother's eyes close, and both of them vanish. He was left alone, once again, while his brother went off to get busy with his angel. Sam sighed and lifted his eyes toward the sky. He thought again, about the dreams. If Gabe was really the one pulling the strings on the whole thing, why didn't he just do it in person? Why invade his sleep to toy with him?

Sam wondered what would happen if he prayed to Gabriel. Would he come running, like Cas always did for Dean? Or would he be an ass about it, and ignore him? On second though, Sam decided he wasn't going to bother. The dreams might be just that; Dreams. Gabriel might not have even known he was having them.

Sam took a deep breath as he reached into his pocket to get another sucker. It was the red one; the one he'd been saving for some reason. Even if the real Gabriel didn't know about their encounters, Sam still wanted to see him. Even if it was in a dream...

"You ready to go check in, son?" Bobby asked, walking back from the bathroom.

Sam cleared his throat and he stood up. He glanced up at Bobby before taking the wrapper off the sucker.

"Yeah," Sam said, putting the lollipop in his mouth, "but, can I get my own room, tonight?"


Sam laid in the grungy motel bed, gnawing the last bit of cherry sucker from the stick. He lay shirtless, in his boxer-briefs, dismissing the gross state of the mattress. He couldn't have cared any less about the motel room, or anything else in this world, at the moment. He just needed to fall asleep again. And see that perverted archangel.

Once he was certain he couldn't get anymore candy from the wet stick, Sam tossed it in the floor. He closed his eyes and spread his arms out flat against the bed, waiting on sleep to come. He didn't have to wait very long. His limbs became heavy and his heart rate slowed...

"It's him," someone whispered.

Sam realized he was walking into a room with whispering people and shocked faces. They were all looking at him as if he were a celebrity or something. Sam kept walking, glancing around strangely. Did these people know him?

"That's him," another person said, "That's Sam Winchester."

Sam gulped at all the stares, looking forward to see where he was going. Apparently, he was in a billiards hall. The walls and pool tables were were all red, with dim lamps hanging over them. Cues were lined along a back wall, and a bar was on the left.

People parted for Sam as he walked, continuing to look at him with awe. Sam glanced down to see he was wearing normal clothes; plaid red shirt and blue jeans. So, how did they know his name?

"I heard his pool cues are made of West African ebony," someone else whispered, "and his eight ball is signed by Farah Fawcett, Hulk Hogan, and all four Ninja Turtles..."

Sam's face skewed in confusion. Did he really get all those signatures? He dismissed it, stopping at a table. The fabric was red and the trim was black, matching the interior of the room. He felt like he was waiting for someone; like he had a game to play. Nervous anticipation was heavy in his gut.

"Step aside, peasants,"

A smile spread across Sam's face at the sound of the familiar voice. He turned to see his favorite archangel making his way through the crowd. He was wearing a red velvet jacket over top of a shiny, black silk shirt. He had on aviator sunglasses and a pencil thin mustache above his lip. A soul patch was on his chin. And they were jet black. Even his normally golden hair, that Sam was so fond of seeing, was black.

Gabriel strutted through the crowd with his nose in the air, an arm around a girl on either side of him. Somehow, seeing the girls clinging to Gabe made Sam's stomach tighten. He didn't like it. Sam gulped, realizing what he was feeling...was jealousy...

The archangel stopped at the table and gently pushed the girls aside, slowly turning his head toward Sam. His sweet, sugary scent was thick in the room. Sam watched him slowly left the sunglasses to sit them on his head. At least his eyes were still the same shade of honey that Sam preferred.

"Winchester," he said, trying to sound threatening, "word on the street is, you can play billiards better than a stripper can work a pole."

Sam chuckled. Oh, yes. He was definitely reunited with Gabriel.

"You're damn right I can," he answered.

Sam wanted to play along with Gabe's game. Besides, he was pretty confident about his pool skills, anyway. He and Dean hustled money from people all the time this way. The archangel smirked a little, backing up to stare at him across the table.

"I don't know where you're from, Jolly Green," he said, " but around here, I'm the one with the biggest stick and balls."

Sam chuckled, bracing his hands on the table and leaning to stare down at Gabriel.

"Put your money where your stick and balls are," he smirked, "play me."

Sam was glad to see a similar grin spread on the archangel's lips. His moist, cotton-candy lips...

"Okay, fine. Winner gets bragging rights...and loser gets on his knees," he said, jutting his hand out.

Sam gulped, looking at Gabe's extended hand. He knew what 'on his knees' meant; it meant the loser had to give the winner a blow job. But Sam wanted to add his own stipulation. He held his own hand out, next to Gabriel's.

"Fine, but if I win," he said, "you also have to take off your stupid disguise."

A small change appeared in Gabriel's eyes. Sam remembered seeing it before, at the end of the last time they saw each other. It was almost a look of nervousness. But the dark honey eyes fell back into their smugness, staring at Sam with pride. He took Sam's hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Deal," he said.

"Deal," Sam repeated with confidence.

The table before them was suddenly laid out for a game of billiards, balls set and cues laying on either side. Sam slowly picked up his cue, wondering how it set up on its own. Gabriel took his own cue and made his way to the head of the table.

"I come first," he said, "keep that in mind when you're blowing me later."

He snapped the cue against the white ball, shooting it down the table to break the triangle formation of the others. Sam watched, stunned, as at least four striped balls went into different pockets. Not a single solid. He looked up at Gabriel, who seemed very pleased with himself.

"Guess you're solids," he said, "too bad your balls will be staying on the table."

The archangel lined up his cue again, and snapped the white ball. It bounced around, knocking two more stripes into different pockets. Sam was getting nervous. There was only one stripe left, and he hadn't even got the chance to put his cue to the table.

Gabriel paused to smirk at him, before lining up another shot and cracking it. Sam watched in despair as the last stripe went into the corner pocket. There was only the eight ball left. Defeat was already heavy in Sam's chest. He tried to ready himself for taking a dick in his mouth.

"Oh look," Gabriel said, "There's one ball left. That's more than you've got in your pants, isn't it, Sammy?"

Sam smirked as Gabriel eased down to line up his shot. He knew how to steal his turn...

"You would know, wouldn't you, Gabe?" Sam purred.

Gabriel's cue released crooked, knocking the white ball off course, and leaving the eight ball untouched. Sam smirked, pleased that he could mess up the trickster with his own tricks. Gabe stood up straight, his eyes narrowing.

"Cheater," he mumbled.

"All is fair in love and war," Sam stated, rounding the table to get a good angle.

"And which one is this?" Gabe asked, sounding semi-serious.

Sam gulped, glancing away from the archangel's stare. He didn't have an answer for that question. He didn't know what this was. Sam turned his focus on the task at hand instead, leaning far down to crack his first shot. Two solids went into separate holes.

Sam smirked at Gabriel, as he walked to line up another shot. He put the wood to the table, sliding the cue between his fingers, preparing it for launch.

"I love the way you stoke a stick, big boy," Gabe winked.

Sam smiled at Gabe's words and snapped the white ball forward. It pin-balled around the table, knocking three more solids into holes. Sam stood up to smile at the archangel in the dim light, as he made his way around. He felt sure of himself. After all the games he and Dean had played, he knew he had this one in the bag. Sam quickly shot the last solid into a corner pocket...which left him with the eight ball.

He met eyes with Gabriel across the table. The archangel stared up at him, his thin mustache and soul patch almost meeting as his lips formed a hard line. Even he knew what was going to happen.

"Hope you brought knee pads," Sam grinned, lowering to aim his shot.

He snapped the white ball, feeling a rush of adrenalin as it clacked against the black. The eight ball raced smoothly across the table, bouncing off the edge to roll into a side pocket. Sam jumped a little, as the people off to the side burst into shouts of joy. He'd forgotten they were even there. He smiled at his adoring fans, waving a little. He felt accomplished, for once in his life.

"Okay, Sam,"

Sam turned back to see that Gabriel was standing close in front of him. The archangel smiled up at him, as he reached out to undo Sam's belt. The man gulped, all of the sudden eager to have his reward given to him. Gabe tugged his jeans down just enough to reach in and pull out his dick. Sam's heart picked up speed as he watched Gabriel start to lower himself to the floor...

But, it wasn't really Gabriel. It was Gabriel with a mask on. Sam didn't like the cheap shirts and fake mustaches and dyed hair. If he was going to get a blow job from him, he wanted it to be from him, and not his fake facade.

"Wait," Sam said, reaching down to pull Gabe back up to his feet, "I want the other part first. Take off the damn costume."

Gabriel visibly gulped, his honey eyes filling with nervousness again. Sam held onto his silk shirt, wanting to get what he deserved.

"Is that really what you want, Sam?" he asked, sounding serious.

Sam nodded instantly. He watched the archangel raise his hand, bracing his fingers together. Gabe sighed as he slid them together with a hard 'snap.'

Sam's eyes flew open.

He was back in the crappy motel room, laying on his back. He gulped and blinked up at the ceiling.

"Okay,"

Sam shot up to sit at the sound of Gabriel's voice. The archangel was standing by the bed in the dark. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with a light jacket. His shaggy hair was gold again, and his eyes were bright as ever. Sam's heart raced. He was there. Really there. And he wasn't hiding behind any masks.

"Do you want the damn blow job, now?" he asked.

(Author's Note: Forgive me if the technicalities of billiards were incorrect here. I was just going on what I know about it, which isn't a lot. :) I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I loved writing it. I can't get enough dick jokes. :) Thank you all so, so much for the continued reviews. They make me happier than Gabe in a sweetshop. :) Chapter five is on the way.)