Okay, explanation time and Dean's intro!
Gabriel's POV . . .
"It's happening . . . dammit Michael, it's happening!"
The Archangel Michael rolled his eyes as he sat back in his chair, observing his fingernails in the dull candlelight. He quickly grew tired of doing that, however, and moved to gaze at his friend instead. His blue eyes twinkled in the light as a look of boredom and slight irritation crossed his handsome face.
"I can't see from here, you see Gabriel, so if you'd be so kind as to tell me what exactly ishappening to my sister, that'd be wonderful, thanks. . ."
Gabriel whirled around, a look of fury on his face at his friend's sarcastic answer. "She's Bonding, Michael, that's what's happening!" He yelled at him, and Michael rolled his eyes again.
"My sister is Bonding to someone other than you and your getting mad at me? Gabriel, buddy, you got to rearrange your priorities!" He grinned, chuckling, and Gabriel threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
"I don't need your snide little comments right now, Michael! Yes, she's Bonding and I am angry that's it's not with me, but does it have to be some filthy, mortal demon hunter?" Michael shrugged.
"Hey, to each his own I guess. I mean . . . I'm sorry Gabriel, but up here, you're a catch. But down there, however . . ." Michael stood up and clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder, where they both craned their necks over the balcony to gaze down at the mortal plane, which was now showing them a blown up scene of Issa being cradled in Sam's arms. It was depicted in a scene that kind of reminded them of a show on TV. "But down there, Gabriel, there are no vows of celibacy! And judging by the way that 'demon hunter' is holding my sister, and my sister's thought process in general, I judge that she's already said 'fuck you' to those vows of celibacy. Not-to-mention, you have that little diamond – rewind please . . ."
The 'TV' obediently rewinded itself and stopped at Issa and Sam's little kissing scene.
"Now that definitely tells me that she's forgotten about you. Plus, if she's already feeling the Bonding withdrawals, then she's definitely going to forget you!"
Gabriel stood there for a moment, thinking. Could Issa truly have forgotten about him, or was she still staying true to him? If she was, though, then what was with her allowing that demon-hunter to kiss her . . . to feel her up? His heart screamed in agony that she had left him, but his mind told him that there had to be some kind of explanation.
And the logical path was the one that Gabriel chose to take. His psyche couldn't bare to take the other path right now.
"There has to be an explanation," He told Michael genially. "I and Issa love each other! She would never betray me on good conscious!" Michael scoffed.
"Gabriel, me and you both know that my sister's conscious isn't exactly on the right playing field and that it never has been!" He chuckled, and Gabriel shook his head.
"I mean . . . she's all alone down there, and he did save her! Maybe . . . maybe she felt obliged to kiss him!" Michael nodded his expression one of sarcastic dawning of recognition.
"Oh, of course that's what happened! How could we be so stupid Gabriel? She felt obliged to kiss him, just as she felt obliged to also allow his hands up her shirt!" Michael smiled sarcastically. "You're in denial, Gabriel . . . just face the facts already."
"Well what else could it be?" He asked him weakly, at a loss for ideas, and Michael shrugged.
"Maybe you're just overanalyzing things. Maybe she's just . . . moved on? Maybe it's just as simple as that." Gabriel shook his head.
"She's only been on earth three days, Michael . . . could she have really moved on that fast?" Michael shrugged.
"That or her mind has. Either way . . . I'd probably kiss our relationship goodbye if I were you."
Meanwhile, back on Earth . . .
Once again, Issa awoke to a feeling of being snuggled in something warm and soft, although this time, she wasn't exactly lying on a bed. This time, it was something hard and . . . moving.
There were sounds in the background too. There was the deep rhythmic breathing of someone, and then the quiet voices of what she assumed were the characters on a television show. She let out a moan of both exhaustion and slight pain as her body reacted to her sleeping in the same uncomfortable position for God only knows how many hours, and shifted slightly. The warm thing she was wrapped in fact, the blankets off the bed and the hard thing she was laying against, was in actuality, Sam's chest. He was sitting on the couch, the TV on across from him and Issa curled up in a blanket in his arms.
She opened her eyes and waited for them to uncomfortably adjust to the near-total blackness of the room, only to find Sam gazing down at her, a weak smile on his face. "Hey, you're awake . . ." He murmured and Issa gazed around blearily.
"What happened? Why am I not in the bed?" She asked sleepily, and Sam shrugged.
"You tell me. One minute, we were locking lips and I pulled away, saying it was wrong, and then the next, you were on the ground screaming and contorting your body into uncomfortable, circus-like poses. When I picked you up to take you to the bed, you immediately stopped squirming in my arms and I thought that maybe it had something to do with somebody actually touching you, so I sat down here, wrapped you in a blanket, and you slept for a few hours."
Issa stayed silent for a while, deep in thought, and Sam tilted her head up to gaze at him, his expression soft and kind. "You mind telling me what just went on, so I can know what to do in the future?" He asked, and Issa shrugged.
"That's the thing Sam . . . I don't exactly know what happened."
"You also told me something before you blacked out," He spoke. "You said . . . 'You are the reason why I'm Falling.' . . . what did you mean by that?"
Issa shook her head. "I-I don't know . . ." She lied, knowing full well what it meant. She was going through the same things that all the Angels since the dawn of time, had to go through when they were Falling. First, it was harmless, just little sparks of warmth here and there that went away easily. They started in your fingertips, your toes. Then, as their relationship with the mortal they were feeling the warmth from, progressed, so did the warmth spreading throughout their bodies. Soon, it would evolve from little harmless sparks, into full-on waves that would spread throughout your body with the quickness of a poison gas. At this stage, when they were apart . . . the withdrawal systems were akin to those of heroin . . . they could kill you if you didn't do anything about it. The whole process was called Bonding, a name for the wings of the Angel's already black wings being clipped.
Issa was Bonding . . . to Sam.
Sam gazed down at her with a look of skeptism and Issa averted her eyes. She didn't know what to tell him. What could she tell him that wouldn't completely chase him off? Mortals looked at love differently than Angels; some of them took it more seriously than others. Issa had a feeling that Sam was one of those mortals.
"About . . . about that kiss -"
"Ahh, think nothing of it, Issa," Sam told her. "It was . . . we were both caught up in the moment and it just happened. I promise that it won't happen again."
But I want it to happen again . . .
Issa smiled a small smile and nodded. "G-Good . . ." She replied quietly, her hand moving to his chest. She felt the gentle rise and fall of it, the beat of his powerful heart mere inches away from her fingertips. Warmth flooded her body and made her skin tingle and crawl. Her heart started beating, in unison with his, and she felt tears well up behind her eyes. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, unwilling to allow him to gaze upon her when she was about to cry.
Of course she wouldn't be that lucky.
With a look of concern, he gently tilted her head up so that he could gaze into her eyes. For the first time, someone was looking at her with concern and fear. Concern that something was wrong with her, fear that he wouldn't be able to stop whatever it was.
"Issa, what is wrong?" He asked pointedly, and Issa shook her head and moved her head out of his grasp.
"It is nothing Sam, I promise -"
"Issa, you're starting to scare me!" He told her. "I know something is wrong, don't lie to me -"
He was interrupted by car door slamming shut in the parking spot outside the door, and Sam trailed off to a silence, his eyes on the door leading to their hotel room. They heard a key in the lock, the key turn, and the door open. A man stepped in, with short brown hair, deep brown eyes and a body was almost virtually skin to Sam's. He turned around after closing the door, took one look at Sam and Issa and smirked.
"Damn Sam . . . 'bout time you got yourself laid!"
Issa felt Sam blush as he stood up slightly and gently laid Issa down on the sofa, where he stood up to face the man. "Well, I'm not exactly like you Dean . . . I have morals." Issa gasped slightly, her eyes immediately falling on the grinning man opposite Sam.
"Aw, what's the point of morals? They're like having an overly protective mother . . . you can't do anything fun!" He grinned charmingly and moved over to Issa, where he extended his hand to her. "And hello, by the way. My name's Dean, I'm Sam's older brother," He looked her up and down for a moment before he spoke again. "And if Sam would have told me you were so pretty, I would have come back sooner!"
Issa grinned and laughed as she shook Dean's hand. "It's nice to meet you Dean. My name's Issa." Dean nodded in approval.
"Issa . . . isn't that name Spanish?" Issa nodded.
"Yes, it is." Dean nodded again and glanced at Sam.
"Isn't she just the prettiest thing?" He asked, still grinning, and Sam nodded in agreement, although he gazed at their still clasped hands with a look of barely concealed jealously. Issa smiled a small smile as she removed her hand from Dean's and stood, where she moved over to Sam. She gently touched his side, causing warmth to spread up her arm again, but not without sending a jolt throughout her arm that reminded her vaguely of a static shock. The shock also made Sam jump in surprise, his eyes immediately falling onto Issa, and the grin disappeared from Dean's face, only to be replaced with a look of triumph.
"Well, well, well . . . you two seem to have gotten a little bit busier than you thought, Sam . . . this Fallen Angel's Bonding with you."