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4. Brush partner's hair out of face

"Sam. Sam. Sammy. Samsquatch, Samoose. Moosey. Moooooooose."

Groaning, Sam clawed his way to consciousness.

"Wh't?" he mumbled sleepily, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "G'be?"

"The one and only!"

As he began to wake up more, Sam found that his long, lanky limbs were spread across the bed and that Gabriel had taken advantage of this to stretch himself fully on top of Sam, smirking down at him.

"You totally hog the bed," the archangel accused when Sam blinked at him. "I had to take drastic action."

"You couldn't've moved me to make room?" Sam said, stretching and groaning when his joints popped. Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows.

"What, and miss out on a moose mattress?"

"Why do you call me that?"

"What? Moose?" Gabriel grinned when Sam nodded. "Because you are a moose. You're big and your limbs are all over the place and you got that moose mane going on." He twirled a lock of Sam's hair around his finger.

"Asshole." But Sam smiled fondly as he rolled his eyes. "I missed you when you died. I didn't think I would, after all the crap you pulled, but I did."

"Aww, shucks." Gabriel pushed his torso up and placed a hand over his heart. "I'm flattered, princess."

"Don't call me that."

Gabriel just smirked and leaned down to kiss him. Sam made a small noise of appreciation, reaching up to splay his fingers over Gabriel's cheeks and tuck messy, pale brown hair behind his ears.

"Woke ya up for a reason," the archangel said when he pulled away to let Sam breathe. "Dean and Cas are here."

Dean and Cas were there? When did they arrive? Had Gabriel brought them?

"Yes, last night and yes," Gabriel said. Sam glared at him.

"Dude, stop reading my mind!"

"Told ya, I can't help it. You think too loud. It's easier to ignore when we're not touching – I can tune you out then if I want – but man, I'm all over you." Gabriel reached out and began to brush Sam's dishevelled hair off his face, then comb his fingers through it. "They got to Bobby's last night, so I went to take 'em off the old man's hands."

"What'd they say when you just appeared?"

"Deano tried to punch me in the face. Cassie just gave me that disapproving look of his – y'know, when his eyes go all sad and puppy-like and he gives you that look that makes you feel guilty for every little thing you ever did. I had to apologise, like, ten times before they stopped shooting daggers through their eyes. Man, if looks could kill."

Sam tried not to laugh at the thought of Dean punching Gabriel but a few small laughs escaped him in splutters because really, Gabriel did deserve it. Gabriel narrowed his eyes.

"I see how it is. I don't like you any more."

"Too bad, Gabe. You've made out with me twice now. I don't think you get to say that."

But Sam couldn't deny that, deep down, a sliver of uncertainty gnawed at his stomach. Gabriel was joking. Wasn't he? It wouldn't be the first time someone had told him that they weren't exactly fond of him.

'When did you turn into Dean?' a small voice said.

"Yeah, when'd you turn into that loser?" Gabriel, his arms folded underneath him on Sam's chest, leaned forward to kiss Sam. "Course I still like you, Moosey. So…third time's the charm for making out? Or do you wanna do confront your big brother?"

Sam was not looking forward to the barrage of questions sure to follow from Dean.

"I say we make out. Dean's probably stuffing his tongue down Cas' throat anyway."

Gabriel's eyes unfocused for a moment.

"Not too far off, Samsquatch. Let's give them a moment, shall we?"