* Shut up and Kiss me~ Orianthi

"You're chilled out, I'm so hyper

On paper we're a disaster

And I'm driving you crazy, it's my little game

I push you, and you push back, two opposites so alike that

Everyday's a rollercoaster

But I'm a bump you'll never get over."

"Gabriel, now is really not a good time," Sam growled.

"Hello brother," Castiel greeted, somewhat bitterly.

"Aw come on bro, don't tell me you're still pissed off at me for sending you away when I stuck the boys in TV Land?"

Castiel glared at him, remembering exactly what had happened that day.

Castiel looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He was in an empty room, his face scraped and slightly bleeding from falling onto the floor. The force of whatever had sent him here was far stronger than any Trickster should be. His eyes calmly searched for a window or door in the empty room; panicking surely would only make things worse.

"Don't bother kiddo, there's no way out."

He turned around to see the Trickster leaning against one of the identical walls, his blond hair combed away from his face. Castiel knew better than to underestimate his slight form and unassuming attire, he of all people knew that looks could be deceiving. He was, after all, an Angel of the Lord in a trench coat.

Looking over at the Trickster, he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Hello, I am the Trickster, ya know?"

"No. You're stronger than that. What are you?"

He didn't reply, just stood there with his hands in his pockets, so Castiel said, "You are closer to human that anything else Sam and Dean have hunted. The Apocalypse is nigh, and I see inside you. You're afraid. Let us help you. You can change, maybe even help us."

"Thanks, but I've already went a couple rounds with the God Squad, and it's really not my forte."

"What do you mean?"

His only reply was to snap his fingers, and Cas was suddenly alone again.

"Gabriel, it may have been a few hours to the Winchesters because they were in whatever modern entertainment parody you'd thought up, but you left me in that room for days before I finally escaped," Cas said.

"You're upsetting Cas, get the hell out of here before we have us some Kentucky Fried Archangel," Dean threatened.

Gabriel stepped closer to Sam. "Actually, I came to talk to Sasquatch."

"There's nothing to talk about," Sam said quickly.

"You and I both know that's a lie."

"I already told you it's not happening, and there's nothing you can do to change my mind."

Dean threw his hands up, frustrated. "What the hell are you two talking about?"

"Nothing," they chorused.

Cas stared at his older brother, knowing exactly what had happened. Gabriel was in heat, he could sense it. He opened his mouth to explain this to Dean, but Gabriel shot him a pleading look not to. Even though he owed Gabriel nothing after all he'd done to him and the Winchesters, he still closed his mouth and remained silent. Former Trickster or not…Gabriel was still his brother.

Before anyone could protest, Gabriel zapped himself and Sam out of the room. The latter sighed irritably. Apparently trying to ignore an archangel was a futile attempt. They were standing in the middle of the park, and knowing it was useless to demand for Gabriel to send him back to the motel, Sam started walking. He knew very well that Gabriel wasn't going to let him go until he'd heard what the angel had to say. Again.

Gabriel decided to try a new tactic. "You still want a white picket fence, two point five kids and a dog, right? Oh, and could we keep my dog?" he asked as his black and white terrier manifested itself next to him.

"I'm still not saying yes."

"Okay, so that's a maybe on the dog. I can live with that."

"No."

They walked down a path for awhile, Gabriel trying to think of a new argument. The autumn leaves crunched under their feet as they walked. Sam was hardly enjoying being alone with the irritating archangel, but at the same time, he was hardly in a hurry to return to his dingy motel room with its chipping paint and tattered green bedspreads. He was debating on was worse - Gabriel or the crappy motel room - when the archangel spoke.

"Okay, so how 'bout I do this the old fashioned way? I'll buy you chocolates and flowers and-"

"You could do cartwheels and shoot rainbows out of your ass and I still wouldn't agree," Sam said tartly.

"Gee Sammy, tell me how ya really feel," Gabriel muttered.

He wouldn't admit it, but Sam's constant rejection was starting to hurt a little. Was he really that bad? Was it really that far of a stretch to believe that maybe, with a nudge in the right direction, Sam could love him? His ever present stoic façade was starting to chip. It was looking like his last hope hated his guts and had no intentions of changing. Sam glanced over when the archangel fell silent, and saw Gabriel still walking next to him but not saying a word.

"Will you send me back to Dean now?"

When Gabriel looked up, it was like all the fight had been drained out of him, and his voice was flat and dejected. "I just want one favor first."

"Gabriel, I'm not-"

Sam was cut off when the angel withdrew his archangel's blade from the waistband of his jeans and extended it, motioning for Sam to take it. Confused, the hunter curled his fingers around the hilt and took it. When Gabriel spoke, his tone was so lifeless that it actually broke Sam's heart.

"End it. I'd rather die than let one of those angels get a hold of me."

Sam dropped the blade as if it had burned him. "Gabriel, no! That isn't the answer!"

"Well I'm out of options, so put me out of my misery or I'll do it myself." There were no hints of pleading in the words…he was actually serious.

"Gabe…" Sam murmured, using the nickname without even thinking about it.

Seeing that the younger Winchester wasn't going to help him, he picked up the blade and positioned it over his heart. Stabbing himself would be awkward and more painful than it would have been if someone else had done it, but the pain of the realization that Sam honestly hated him that badly hurt so much worse. For the first time in centuries, he felt the emotion he'd sworn off for good. He felt regret. Regret for making Sam Winchester hate him so fervently.

Sam wrenched the blade from his grasp and suddenly drew Gabriel into his arms, holding the archangel so tight it almost hurt. "I'm not agreeing, okay? I'm not saying yes, but maybe…maybe we can try."

The angel refused to get his hopes up. "Try what?"

"Well for starters, maybe I could try to find some redeeming qualities in you. I doubt I'll have much luck, but it's worth a shot."

Finally, Gabriel cracked his familiar smile as Sam stepped back from the embrace. "What made you change your mind?"

"You might be a pain in my ass, but I didn't want you to kill yourself. And I have a few ground rules."

"Shoot."

"No more Trickster crap. Time to drop the alternate persona, Hannah Montana. I'm doing this for Gabriel, not the Trickster. Okay?"

He sighed. "Fine. Next?"

"We can't tell Dean. He wouldn't understand."

"No kidding, Sherlock. He'd skin us both alive."

"And keep in mind I'm not saying yes, but I'm willing to try. That's all I'm promising."

He tucked himself under Sam's arm, grinning. "'Course it is, Sammy."

"It's a love, hate, relationship

You say you can't handle it

But there's no way to stop this now

So shut up and kiss me

Kick, scream, call it quits

But you're just so full of it

But it's too late to close your mouth

So shut up and kiss me."