Sam flinched when Pam slapped his ass on her way to the table—and he really didn't know how she found it in one try every time even though she was blind—and rolled his eyes at Dean, who giggled to himself. Cas hovered uncomfortably in the doorway, and Gabriel whistled at him as if he were calling a dog, gesturing toward the kitchen with a nod of his head. "C'mon baby bro, help me out with the pie!"

Dean snapped his eyes toward Gabriel with an intense expression, barely watching Cas out of the corner of his eye and mostly looking at the oven. "Pie?" He wiped his palms on his jeans with a strange glint in his eye. "What kind?" He swallowed.

Sam snickered at him under his breath. Dean flipped him off behind his back.

"Why, it's a classic American apple pie, Deano!" Gabriel smirked, wiping his hands on a towel. Castiel was behind him setting the pie on a cooling rack on the counter.

Dean grinned. "Awesome."

Sam rubbed a hand across his face. There was not going to be a single slice left by the time the night ended.

"Hey boys! Hurry your sweet asses up and get the blind woman some food!" Pam waved her arm irritably. "I'm damn hungry, and Gabriel won't let me in the kitchen because that's where he keeps his booze!" She sneered. "Spoilsport."

Gabriel laughed—full and from the chest. It was a nice laugh. "You'd drink me out of house and home, woman!" He grabbed a bowl anyway, and brought it to her personally, receiving a pinch on the cheek in return.

They all ate, drank, and were merry.

The pie was a hit, in that Dean ate almost 3 pieces in the span of twenty minutes and would have eaten more if Gabriel hadn't whisked it away into the refrigerator.

They all parted on good terms, and Sam lingered a little longer than everyone else to help Gabriel clean up and put away the food.

Gabriel was washing dishes, humming what sounded like Christina Perry's "Distance" under his breath, and Sam snorted. He would never quite understand the variety of music that man listened to. He wrapped up the last of the meal in plastic wrap, and turned from the fridge to say, "Hey, thanks for having everyone over." He flashed one of his most charming smiles at Gabriel's back.

Gabriel turned with a raised eyebrow and arms dripping with soapy water. "No problem, Samwich." He grinned. "It's a lot of fun to have people over, and just... have a good time." He dried his arms on a garishly patterned dishtowel. "And you know how I love cooking for humanoid vacuum cleaners such as your brother."

Sam laughed. "Yeah. Yeah." He pushed some hair behind his ear. "Well, I think I'm gonna go now. I'll see you later?"

Gabriel nodded. "Of course. I'm workin' on a new product so you gotta test its edibility soon!"

"Awesome. Bye." Sammy waved, heading to the hall to grab his coat and leave.

"Bye." Gabe watched him for a minute, then quickly made his way to the door before Sam could close it. A little breeze ruffled his hair and he licked his lips. "Hey, Sam?"

Sam looked down at him, quirking his head curiously. "Yeah?"

"Just... be careful. Never know if someone'll run a red light or something." Gabriel smiled to let Sam know he wasn't being all sentimental and paranoid. Or maybe that was to convince himself.

Sam rolled his eyes with a huff of laughter. "I'll be fine, Gabe. Bye." He clapped Gabriel on the shoulder, and made his way down the stairs. Gabriel smiled after him.

He wouldn't ever admit it, but he kinda liked the way that nickname sounded coming from Sam.