Something nuzzled against Sam's neck, making him flinch in his sleep. It was soft and warm; caressing his skin gently as it nudged closer. The man's head automatically nodded to the side, trying to shy away from the touch. The sensation made him feel ticklish; causing a smile flicker on his lips. Was that Gabriel, trying to wake him up? Of course, it was. It had to be. Who else would tickle Sam awake with neck kisses?
"Hmph," Sam mumbled, his smile spreading, "knock it off, Gabe."
At the man's request, however, the soft and warm feeling turned wet. A moist, rough tongue was licking its way up Sam's cheek. The off-putting sensation made Sam's eyes fly open, bringing the sunlit ceiling into view. Ugh, gross! Was Gabriel really licking his face? What the hell did Sam look like, a giant sucker? The man jostled away from the wet tongue, immediately sitting up to wipe his cheek. He looked down at the bed beside him, prepared to give Gabe an earful.
But Gabriel wasn't there.
Dickie had been the licker. The dog's tongue was still hanging out and a pleasant look was on his furry face. His tail was wagging feverishly, as he sat on the bed in the vacant space next to Sam – the space Gabe was supposed to be laying in. Sam's eyes instantly darted around the room, searching for a head of shaggy blonde hair and a pair of golden eyes. But the room was completely empty, save Sam and Dickie. An unpleasant mixture of loneliness and panic flooded Sam's veins. And the dog seemed to notice Sammy's distress, because he gave a tiny bark before walking over to curl up in Sam's lap. Where had the trickster gone? Why would Gabriel abandon him in their hotel room?
"Gabe?" Sam called, thinking maybe he was in the bathroom or something, "Gabriel?"
For a moment, silence was the only reply Sam received. The man pet the soft dog in his lap and kept looking around; waiting. Sam knew for a fact Gabriel could hear him, dammit. He was an archangel, for God's sake; able to hear his name being called at anytime. Was he ignoring Sam on purpose? What the hell was Gabe doing?
Before Sam could get too involved in jumping to a conclusion, though, a noise echoed in the room. It was a quick whoosh followed by a loud pop. Sam had heard this sound a few times; it was Gabriel's assigned text alert, on his phone. Thrilled to have gotten at least some kind of reply, Sam lifted Dickie to stamp a kiss on the top of his furry head, before moving the dog to get up. The younger Winchester was still nude – and burdened with a nice log of morning wood, reminding him of how bad he needed to piss – as he strode over to the table to sift around the pockets of his pants. He found his phone almost instantly, and flipped it open to read:
Good morning, my big ol' sexy moose! Don't freak out and try to trample everyone in the hotel, okay? I'm still here.
Sam took a small breath. Well, Gabe was still in the hotel. But where? Oh, God, he wasn't next door, was he? Was he doing something to Dean or Cas, because of the night before? Sam rubbed his forehead, so done with all the fighting. He could only imagine what Gabe had planned for Dean, after that whole 'walkie-talkie' thing.
"What are you doing this time?" Sam mumbled to himself, frustrated.
Surprisingly, a moment after the hushed words left Sam's mouth, his phone made the bubble gum sound again. The man glanced down to see a new text message blinking on the screen. Sam tilted his head a bit. Wait, was Gabriel listening to him? Was he replying to Sam's sentences, with text messages? Sam quickly opened the text to read,
I'm downstairs, ordering a huge stack of pancakes. Wanna help me butter them up? It could get a little sticky... ;-)
Sam grinned down at the words, almost able to hear Gabriel saying them in his head. A huge stack of pancakes? It was probably a towering column of flapjacks; tall enough to pass over Gabe's short head. The thought was kind of nice; imagining Gabriel being so happy to eat the whole thing. Was Gabe feeling better, this morning? Did his anger and bitterness wear off through the night? Sam began to wonder if it was true; about the archangel being able to hear him talking, and replying to him with text messages. The man cleared his throat, before saying aloud -
"I'll be down in a minute."
Sam stared at his phone afterward, waiting for a reply. His feet were edging toward the bathroom; leading him to the sweet relief of the toilet. Geez, he had to piss so bad. And, just as he hoped, the bubble gum popped again on his way there. A new message from Gabriel was shining on the screen.
60... 59... 58... 57...
Sam chuckled. So, Gabriel was listening to him speak. And now, the archangel was literally counting down the seconds until Sam's arrival. It felt like warm feathers were tumbling around in Sam's stomach, as he stepped lightly the rest of the way into the bathroom. From the sound of his messages, Gabriel seemed to be back to his lovable self; thank God. It had been so long, since the man had woken up in a good mood like this, that he'd forgotten how nice it was. This was how every morning was supposed to start – being smothered in affection by the person you love.
After quickly draining his bladder, tossing on some clothes, brushing his teeth, running a razor over his face, and fixing his lengthy hair in the mirror a bit, Sam gathered up the case folder and his laptop from the table before dashing out into the hallway. Dickie was trotting along happily at his feet, having watched Sam's entire morning routine. The two of them boarded the elevator at the end of the hall, both smiling and glancing at each other.
Sam was, of course, eager to get downstairs and give his archangel a proper 'good morning.' But, as the elevator doors slid closed, Sam took the time to glance over the crime scene photos again. He had not gotten any of the case – or, as Gabriel affectionately called it, 'homework,' – done the night before, and he really needed to get a jump on it; before Gabe attempted to sucker Sam into more sex. Again. God, that adorable little archangel could be so damn persuasive...
The photos of dead women looked relatively similar. They were all elderly, Sam noticed, and had their jugular veins severed. Most of the bodies had been found a few hours after death, giving little to no time for the outdoor elements to effect them, even though all of them were left outside. Upon closer inspection, the younger Winchester also noticed that every woman was wearing a plastic wristband; similar to ones required for hospitalization. Had all of these women been in the hospital? Was that their linking factor? Just as the elevator doors 'dinged' open, Sam caught sight of a name written on one of the bands – Pineview Acres.
Dickie gave a quiet bark at Sam's feet. The man shook himself from his studious daze at the sound, realizing that they'd arrived on the ground floor. Sam cleared his throat as he shifted passed the people boarding the elevator. Pineview Acres. Where had Sam heard that name before? Though the case was certainly becoming interesting, a much more lovely scene captured his attention. As Sam strode around the corner to the dining area, he glanced up to see Gabriel sitting alone at one of the booths.
The mere sight of him made the feathers start tumbling around in Sam's gut again. Why did Gabe have to be so damn cute, in that loose button-up shirt and fabric jacket? Why did his golden eyes have to glisten so beautifully, in the morning sun shining in from the window? Why did that hidden smirk have to hold just as much sin as it did grace? Ugh, Gabriel's heartbreaking cuteness just wasn't fair...
The archangel didn't see Sam approach at first, because a waitress appeared at his table to place a huge stack of pancakes in front of him. Gabe rubbed his hands together feverishly as he thanked her, eying the steaming, fluffy display. Sam smirked as he closed the distance to the table, happy to see Gabe grinning like a five-year-old. When the trickster's honey eyes flickered up to see the man, a more meaningful smirk graced his face.
"Peach!" Gabriel exclaimed, instantly sliding over to pat the vacant spot next to him, "What the hell took you so long, kid? I was about to send out a hunting party for your giant ass. Get it? A hunting party? 'Cause you're a moose?"
Sam laughed a little at the terrible joke, as he slid into the seat next to Gabe. The other side of the table was vacant, but he selfishly wanted to be as close to the trickster as possible. He placed his laptop on the table to open it, as he glanced down at Gabriel's breakfast.
"I had to get dressed," Sam reminded, "Why are you eating breakfast, anyway? Angels don't need to eat."
"They don't need to have sex, either," Gabe hummed, bouncing his eyebrows as he seductively poured strawberry syrup all over his pancakes, "but that's never stopped us before, has it, Sammy-boy?"
Sam gulped, feeling his face redden. He instinctively glanced around the room, hoping that no one had heard the comment. Luckily, the nearest person was a businessman, two booths away; out of ear-shot. Sam quickly typed in the password to open his computer, before glancing toward Gabe again.
"Must you talk about sex this early in the morning?" Sam smiled, watching the desktop appear on the screen.
"It's almost noon, kid," Gabriel replied, taking a huge bite.
Sam blinked. Really? Was it that late in the day, already? The clock at the bottom corner of the laptop screen affirmed Gabriel's statement. It truly was close to noon...
"Still. I don't want Dean and Cas to come down here and hear us talking about it," Sam said, shivering at the thought, "last night was bad enough."
Ugh, the memory of Gabe being upset was utterly terrible. Sam was so glad that Gabriel was feeling better this morning. The man brought up a search engine online, and typed in 'Pineview Acres.' He knew he had spotted that name very recently. Maybe on a sign or something? The results were quick to pop up on screen, showing a few links to certain web pages. But, before he could decide on one to click, a fork-full of pancake was staring him in the face.
"Open up that cake-hole," Gabe requested, waving the bite of pancake in front of Sam's mouth, "That huge body of yours requires energy."
Sam smirked. Ah, hell. How could he resist that eager face? With Gabriel's enthusiastic encouragement, Sam rolled his eyes before letting his mouth fall open. Gabe delicately slid the warm bite inside, filling the man's mouth with the sweet taste of strawberry syrup. Mmm, that was pretty good; red syrup and all. Gabriel's shining amber eyes were watching Sam's mouth move; staring at his chewing, pouting lips. The man knew the sight was probably turning him on, from the way his smile was slowly slipping away. Maybe Sam held just as much persuasive power over Gabriel, as Gabriel held over him...
"How does it taste, Sammy-boy?" Gabe asked, his eyes finally flickering up to meet Sam's.
"Not as good as you do," Sam admitted, casually reaching under the table to place his leg on Gabe's warm thigh.
Yes, Sam knew he was being a total hypocrite, by telling Gabe not to mention sex and then giving signals that he wanted it. But, man, it was really nice to see how far he could push his luck, before the archangel snapped. And, apparently, Gabriel had a weak breaking point. Because as soon as Sam's hand clutched Gabe's thigh, the archangel's mouth flew forward to collide with his own.
The taste of strawberry syrup mixed inside their kiss, as their lips parted open to allow their tongues to meet. Sam briefly glanced around, hoping no one was watching, as he and his archangel boyfriend made out in the booth. The thought of Dean and Cas coming down and catching them like this crossed his mind, of course. And, Dean did deserve a taste of his own medicine... But kissing Gabe just to get back at Dean was a childish thing to do, and Sam didn't want to keep this shit going. He just wanted it to end.
"Mmm," Sam smiled, tugging his lips away to look back at the computer screen, "I need to get this done."
"But, sweetheart!" Gabriel pouted dramatically, weaseling his way up under the man's arm, "I wanna suck on your face! Don't you like making out?"
"Well, yeah," Sam sighed, still grinning as he glanced around for prying eyes, "but -"
Gabriel's sweet lips cut Sam short, smothering him with another kiss. Oh, man, Gabe tasted so damn good. The computer sat forgotten on the table for a moment, while the two of them tongued each other in the booth. Sam's hand gradually slid up Gabriel's thigh, able to feel the heat radiating from his crotch. Gabe didn't come when they had sex the night before, Sam remembered. The archangel only made sure Sam finished. Was this heated kiss just leftover lust, that Gabe couldn't bring himself to feel the night before? Was he aching to go at it, now? Because, if so, Sam had no objections to high-tailing it up stairs to bang one out...
Gabriel's small hand snaked between the button's of Sam's plaid shirt, to grope its way around the man's chest; deliberately rubbing his nipples. Sam hummed a little bit inside their kiss, as his hand finally slid up to grab a handful of Gabe's heated, tense crotch. The two of them were literally molesting each other in the middle of a hotel dining area; both unabashed and lustful. Sam's concern with Dean and Cas was steadily slipping away. Who gave a shit, if the two of them saw him and Gabe, like this? Who cared, if he and Gabe were thrown out of the hotel for being inappropriate? All that really mattered was the boner growing underneath Sam's palm, between Gabe's legs...
After a good minute of the intimate embrace, though, Gabe plucked his lips away. Sam was a bit confused by the the trickster's expression. Lust and playfulness seemed to have disappeared from his lovely face; replaced by surprise and a tiny bit of anger. His golden eyes were suddenly focused on the other side of the table; glaring fiercely at the seat.
"Don't do it," Gabriel warned threateningly, toward the opposite side of the table.
Sam blinked between the archangel and the vacant seat, utterly bewildered. Who was Gabe talking to? Was he talking to Sam? Had Sam touched him the wrong way, or something?
"D – Don't what?" Sam asked, trying to regain Gabe's attention by clutching his crotch a little tighter.
For a moment, Gabriel didn't even look back at Sam. He just glared at the empty seat across from him, tightening his jaw. And Sam was convinced that it was his own fault somehow, and it made him feel terrible. But then, Gabe's golden eyes rolled around as he exhaled and raised his hand. He made a snide face toward the vacant seat before snapping his fingers together.
And, suddenly, Dean and Cas were sitting at the table.
Dean's hands were balled into fists; his green eyes blazing toward Gabriel, with his jaw clinched tight. Cas's blue eyes were just as intense, as his hand – on which the index finger was covered with blood – was hovered over a quickly scrawled angel banishing symbol on the table's surface. Sam glanced at both of them in shock, immediately letting go of Gabe's groin. How were they here? And how did that blood-written symbol get on the table? What the hell was going on?!
"Wha -?" It was all Sam could say.
"You do that shit again," Dean growled, pointing a stern finger at Gabe, "and I'll deep fry your ass in holy oil."
"Ooooh, scary," Gabriel replied dramatically, rolling his eyes.
"Do what again?" Sam blurted, his face turning red with embarrassment, "What the hell happened?"
"Dean and I have been sitting here the whole time, Sam," Cas informed, still glaring at the archangel as he lowered his hand away from the blood-drawn symbol, "behind Gabriel's invisible barrier."
All the blood in Sam's face drained away, leaving him pale and gasping. Dean and Cas had been sitting at the table the whole time?! They had been forced to listen to Sam and Gabe talk? And watch them make-out?! Sam's wide eyes flickered down at the archangel next to him. How could Gabriel do that, without telling Sam? Why would he force Dean and Cas to watch them being intimate, without letting him in on it? Ugh, it made Sam feel so violated!
"Gabriel!" Sam groaned, annoyed and flustered all at once.
"Oh, lighten up, kid," Gabe tried to shrug off, patting Sam's arm, "It was just a little fun."
Sam didn't know what to say. Yeah, Dean deserved some kind of punishment for the 'walkie-talkie' stunt. But forcing him and Cas to watch Sam and Gabe like that? Without Sam's approval? Sam felt that he was staring down at the trickster, in that moment; the sour side of Gabriel, that didn't have any limits on how far he would go just to pull a prank. His disregard for Sam's opinion made the man feel terrible. Sam loved Gabriel'ssweet side; not the one he pretended to have just to piss Dean off, but the real one. Whatever happened to that guy?
Sam spun away from Gabriel and set his eyes firmly on his computer screen. He was so frustrated with Gabe's behavior, that he was afraid he might do or say something he would regret. So, instead, Sam tried to immerse himself in his work; attempting to tune out the argument starting at the table.
"Geez," Dean spat, getting up from the booth, "why don't you just climb up on the table and screw each other, next time?!"
"That's an excellent idea, Pinky," Gabriel replied, "I'll make sure you have a front row seat for that, too."
"You know what? Bite me, you little prick," Dean hissed back, helping Cas up.
"Sorry, pal. I only bite your brother," Gabe said back, arching an eyebrow.
"Both of you shut the hell up!" Sam finally shouted.
A few people in the dining area actually stopped to look in their direction, at the sound of Sam's yell. But he didn't care. He was sick of listening to Gabe and Dean bicker like children; sick of being the rope, in their twisted game of tug-of-war. Couldn't they see that they were driving Sam crazy?! Couldn't they see they were ripping him apart?!
Sam huffed, as he gathered his laptop and stood up from the table. He needed just one single minute of silence, alone, to focus. He stepped over and placed the computer on the bar, leaving his brother and the two angels a few feet behind him. The man glared at the computer screen, having to read the same damn paragraph over again. What was he even searching for, again? Oh, yeah; Pineview Acres.
The web page brought up a picture of a nice building near the highway – one that Sam recalled instantly. It was the retirement home, the Impala had passed by on the way into town; the one that sat across from the fast food joint. Sam studied it, letting his mind wrestle with a conclusion for all these facts. Perhaps the wristbands on the victims were used for old-folks homes, instead of hospitals. Maybe the vampire was hitting up nursing homes, for some reason... And, maybe, if they did a stake-out on one of the facilities, they could catch him in the act...
Sam took a breath, as he turned to face his brother and Gabe again. The two of them were still snapping crude remarks to one another, both standing now. Sam barreled up to them, armed with new information and pretty much done with their bullshit.
"The vampire is feeding on elderly women from nursing homes," Sam to the group, glancing from his brother to his archangel, "and I think we can catch him, if we monitor one of the buildings."
He was straight-forward and unbiased; speaking like a parent. And his stern tone seemed to catch everyone's attention. The older Winchester turned toward the younger, appearing a little relieved at Sam's interruption. Gabe seemed to tense a little bit, as if he found the words to be offensive. His playful, chipper demeanor faded into something more serious.
"What an asshole," the archangel muttered, appearing genuinely affected, "Who would want to kill a bunch of sweet-little-ol' grannies, like that?"
"Apparently this guy," Sam answered softly, finding it a bit odd that Gabriel was actually interested.
For some reason, Sam had – once again – assumed Gabe didn't care about other people. Man, Sam really needed to get himself out of the mindset of assumption; because it was obvious that Gabriel did care. His golden eyes were staring blankly toward the floor, and a slightly angered expression was on his small face. Sam could only imagine what was going through that peculiar head of his. Was he thinking of the elderly women being murdered viciously? Was he brewing up another brilliant, but twisted, scheme?
"Which building?"
Sam blinked away from Gabriel, to look up at Dean. Of course, Dean didn't seem to notice the archangel's emotional change; as he was too busy ignoring him. Sam took a breath, before answering.
"I think the old-folks' home in town is his hotspot," he answered, "Pineview Acres."
"Then, come on," Dean said, "drop off your giant baby upstairs, so we can go."
Sam shot a glare at Dean. Really? A giant baby? Was that the best he could come up with?
"Actually, Ken doll," Gabriel hissed, "I was gonna stick around here, anyway, and get the love-nest ready for your brother. That's right, peach," Gabe paused to hook his arm around Sam's and tug him close; staring up at him with those beautiful eyes, "Our bed is gonna rock so hard tonight, we might start an earthquake."
Sam gulped, trying to hold down the smile fighting to emerge on his lips. Wow, that sounded awesome; causing natural disaster just by having sex. Gabriel could totally do it, too; being an archangel and all... Dean groaned out loud, and started tugging Cas away, mumbling to himself. As he did, Sam took the time to look fully down at Gabe.
"You don't want to come along?" Sam asked, completely surprised.
The man could tell Gabriel was hiding something. Some strange master plan was being calculated, just beyond those amber eyes, and it made Sam feel a little uneasy. Oh, no. What the hell was he planning to do, this time? Was it really something to do with their 'love-nest'? Or was it something worse?
The short archangel stood on the tips of his toes to plant a good-bye kiss on Sam's lips.
"You go ahead and follow Scooby-Doo and Velma to the mystery machine, Shaggy," Gabe grinned, giving a wink, "I'll hold down the fort, here."
Sam tried to swallow his distaste, as he edged hesitantly away from Gabriel. Red flags were flying up all over Sam's mind, signaling that this wasn't a good thing to do. The trickster had something up his sleeve; Sam could see it in those golden eyes. The man could just sense that something bad was going to happen... But he left the room, anyway. Because, despite all of Gabriel's past mistakes, Sam still loved him. And, even though the archangel couldn't keep his hands clean for long, Sam wanted to put all of his faith in Gabe.
More than anything, Sammy just wanted to believe Gabriel would do the right thing.
Sam plucked another M&M from the bag and slid it between his teeth, as he lazily blinked toward the building. He, Dean, and Cas had all been sitting in the Impala for at least five hours, now; waiting for a suspicious character to enter the nursing home. Sam was starting to regret not making Gabriel come along. Geez, it was so damn boring without him. Not to mention as lonely as hell. Sam didn't feel like talking to Dean or Cas, either; not after all the shit that had gone down. The awkward silence seemed to stretch on forever; making Sam crave Gabriel's interaction and his adorable face. Maybe Sam should just pray to the guy, and ask him to fly to the Impala. Maybe this whole 'stake-out' thing wasn't going to work.
Before Sam could, though, a shifty-looking man passed in front of the car. Sam sat up instantly and his eyes zoomed in on him, along with Dean's. Both Winchesters could tell that this was their guy; unmistakably a vampire, by the way he held himself. His cat-like eyes were flashing all around, as he strode up to the entrance. None of the staff said one word to him, as he casually waltzed inside the building. Sam and Dean looked at each other, sharing the same thought.
It was showtime.
The brothers exited the car and rounded to the trunk, where their hunting supplies were stored. Cas followed them, too; glancing up at the tall building in front of the Impala; his blue eyes focusing on a high window. Dean seemed to be more than eager; quickly flipping open the false bottom to grab the first weapon he came to.
"I can't wait to kill this thing," he mumbled, actually looking up at Sam, "I've been dying to gank somebody for days."
Sam rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who that 'somebody' was.
"Let's just get this over with," Sam grumbled, missing Gabe like hell.
While hunting with Dean came second nature to Sam, the man found that it felt different, now. An important element was missing or something. Maybe it was just because they were currently bickering over their choice of lovers or whatever, but Sam could feel that his relationship with his brother was shifting. Not dying out or anything; just changing.
"How should we get in there?" Sam asked, noticing that the front doors were guarded by security.
"Cas can fly us in. He mentioned it earlier," Dean suggested, giving Sam an acidic, teasing smirk, "See, unlike your angel, mine comes equipped with the ability to give a rat's ass."
Sam glared down at his older brother, as he reached over to slam the trunk shut. Ugh, why did Dean have to talk so badly about Gabriel, like that? Sam never said a bad word against Cas. Ever. It just wasn't fair.
"Dean! Look out!"
Before Sam could turn his head toward the sound of Cas's voice, the two brothers were violently flung through the air. They both landed flat on their backs in the parking lot, as Cas hovered protectively over them. The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass ripped through the silence, sounding like a large object dropping onto a vehicle from a great height. Sam blinked repeatedly as he scrambled to sit up.
When Cas finally stood up to move, it cleared Sam's view enough to see what had happened. The vampire – the very same one they'd been waiting to kill all night – was laying on top of the Impala. Or, rather, he was laying inside the Impala. The thing must have been pushed out of one of the windows or something, because the entire roof of the Impala was caved in underneath him. All of the glass was broken out of the car, and scattered on the asphalt parking lot. It was a terrible, heartbreaking sight.
"B – baby," Dean exhaled with grief.
Sam gulped, as he glanced toward his brother. They were both climbing to their feet, now, and Sam could clearly see the absolute despair on Dean's pale face. The two Winchesters, and Cas too, gawked at the sight of the destroyed car; stepping closer to inspect the remains. The vampire was motionless and his body was steaming; obviously dead, somehow. There were also knitting needles sticking out of him; some even containing leftover strands of yarn. Had the elderly women – killed him? Had they attacked him during knitting hour, or something?
"Dean," Cas whispered.
Sam, too, watched as the angel pointed toward the vampire's face. Dean and Sam both brought their attention to it, searching to see what Cas was addressing. It took the younger brother a moment to notice it, because it was subtle enough to fly under Sam's radar. But he eventually saw that there were burned out holes, where the vampire's eyes used to be... which indicated that he'd been smote by an angel...
...or, maybe, by an archangel.
Sam's fingers turned numb, as realization fell over him. Shit. Gabriel had done it. Gabe had killed this bastard before Sam and Dean could even get inside the damn building. But the worst part, was that he'd destroyed Dean's beloved car in the process; on purpose. A potent mixture of irritation and betrayal was suddenly coursing through Sam's veins, as he stared at the gaping holes in the vampire's face. A sour taste was back in his mouth again. Why would Gabriel do this? Why would he lie to Sam?
After a moment of panting with rage, Dean was suddenly running toward the entrance of the retirement home. Sam chased after him instantly, seeing that Dean was still carrying a sharp object. Even though the archangel caused pain spread to through Sam like wildfire, he still couldn't let Dean kill Gabriel! Cas was right next to Sam, as they chased Dean passed the guards, into the building and up the stairs. They were both calling his name, when he bolted into one of the rooms. Elderly women were sitting quietly in rocking chairs throughout the space, and raised their heads at the Winchesters' arrival.
Sam could see, just passed Dean's shoulder, that Gabriel was standing at the window. The trickster spun around as they barged into the room, and a grin burst across his smug face. Sam felt ill in that moment, his stomach churning with pain. It really was Gabriel. The archangel had destroyed the Impala.
"Sorry, fellas," Gabe said, stepping over to place a hand on the back of the rocking chair Dickie was sitting in, "looks like you're a little late to the party. Me and the knitting club, here, have already made sure that guy received his just-desserts."
Dean bounded toward Gabriel instantly, raising the sharp object over his head. Sam was about to reach out to grab him, when a streak of tan flashed by. Sam was able to catch a glimpse of Cas placing a hand on Dean's shoulder, before they both disappeared. Cas had flown Dean away just in the nick of time... leaving Sam and Gabriel to stare at each other.
Sam didn't know what to say. And what could he say, really? Gabriel had lied to him; by saying he would stay at the hotel. The trickster had smashed Dean's car all to hell; crushing any and all chances of his and Dean's relationship getting better. Gabriel did what he wanted. Sam should have known better, than to think Gabe would change his spiteful ways. Tears were pressing at the back of Sam's eyes, as he blinked at the archangel across the room. God, Sam just felt so damn hurt.
The smirk faded away from Gabriel's lips, as Dickie jumped from the chair to walk sadly up to Sam. Seriousness was growing back across the archangel's golden features, noticing Sam's discomfort.
"I – I finished the case for you, Sammy-boy," Gabriel said, seeming to be explaining himself, "I let the old ladies have their revenge, see?"
Sam tore his eyes away from the trickster's as he shook his head, turning to start for the door. He didn't want to hear Gabriel's excuses. He didn't want to look at Gabe's painfully adorable face, or listen to his humming voice. At that moment, Sam just wanted to be alone with his thoughts. It was too heartbreaking to be in the same room with the archangel he loved so much. Only one distinct thought lingered in Sam's mind, as he staggered the rest of the way out of the room...
… and it was that he hated the taste of sour things.
(Author's Note: *runs and hides behind couch/waves white flag* I'm so sorry about the angst! Please forgive me! :( But, to make up for it, there will be lots of fluff and smut in the next chapter! I promise! :) Now that I've mentioned it, I kind of wanna write a scene were Sam and Gabe's sex does start a natural disaster. :) Something to keep in mind for the next part, I guess. :) LadyAnalyn, funkypanda, LeeMarieJack, StyxxsOmega, and TheSmileFaceGuy, thank you so much for reviewing the last chapter. I'm glad you guys enjoyed Dean's revenge. I know Gabriel took it a little too far, in this chapter, but don't worry! I'm setting up some lovely scenes with this train-wreck. They're on the way, so buckle up! :) Thank you guys so much for the reviews! The next chapter will be out soon!)