AN: Gabriel has great fashion sense.

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Fishsticks
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Sam and Charlie jumped back as Gabriel tore into the room. They watched in morbid fascination as he tripped and reached out, knocking a glass vase of flowers off the front desk.

Gabriel stumbled and tried to catch the vase, failing miserably as he hit the ground and the vase shattered.

'Uh…you okay?' Charlie asked. She nudged Gabriel with the toe of her shoe, drawing out a groan. 'He'll live,' she said to Sam, who was leaning over the desk to assess the damage.

Sam began to walk around the desk just as Gabriel was picking himself up. He clipped the corner as he was distracted by the way Gabriel's cut-offs rode up his ass. He clutched the desk, unable to pull his eyes away.

Gabriel kept his legs straight as he bent over to rub his sore knees. His hands hurt, too. And his knees were beginning to feel wet. He blinked as he pulled his hands away from his knees, revealing both to be coated in blood. He sighed in irritation as he made fists, sending a little jolt of pain through his palms. He straightened and looked over to the desk, catching Sam's wide eyes and bright blush. He frowned as his mind failed to supply a reason for Sam's reaction. He held up his hands, revealing his wounds. 'You got a Band-Aid?'

Sam nodded dumbly and disappeared behind the desk, pulling out the first-aid kit.

'Is that Cas's shirt?' Charlie asked.

Gabriel looked down at the grey shirt as he plucked a piece of glass from his hand. 'I dunno,' he admitted. 'Maybe. It is kinda long. Hey! It looks like I'm not wearing pants!' He noticed the broken glass on the floor and stooped to pick up the pieces. He heard a choked sound come from behind him as he gathered up the larger pieces. He looked back and saw Sam rummaging in the first-aid kit and Charlie staring at his ass. 'Something wrong?' he asked as he stood up and dropped the glass on the desk.

'Yeah… Did you get those shorts from the women's section?' Charlie asked.

'Of course not!' Gabriel held out his hands as Sam pulled out a bottle of peroxide. 'I got them from the juniors' section. C'mon, Sam, make with the fizzies.'

Sam uncapped the peroxide and tried to keep his eyes from wandering lower. He soaked a cotton ball and began dabbing at Gabriel's scratches.

Gabriel growled in annoyance as Sam took his time. He was about to cup his hands together and tell Sam to just pour the peroxide in when he looked up to see the light blush on Sam's cheeks and the determined stare. He blinked rapidly as he finally registered just how gentle Sam was being. He glanced at Charlie and nodded his head to the door.

Charlie rolled her eyes and quietly backed away. She silently wished Sam good luck as she made herself scarce. Gabriel was going to owe her a very large favor that she would be certain to collect on. Especially if he actually got anywhere with Sam.

Once Gabriel was sure that Charlie was well out of earshot, he flinched and hissed sharply.

'Sorry!' Sam apologized, dropping the cotton ball onto the desk. He ran his thumb across the side of Gabriel's hand as he pulled out the bottle of alcohol. 'Now…this will sting. I'll try to make it quick, okay?' He glanced up and received a stiff nod from Gabriel.

'O-okay… Um…could you keep doing that? With your thumb, I mean?' Gabriel asked shyly. He bit his lip and offered a shy smile for extra measure. 'It's…comforting.'

Sam smiled and nodded, relaxing a bit as he looked down. He prepped another cotton ball and took Gabriel's hand into his own. He slowly swabbed the small cuts, expecting Gabriel to jerk away every time he touched a cut with the alcohol. But Gabriel remained perfectly still and didn't make a peep. Sam finished and pulled out a box of gauze. He glanced up and swallowed at the intense stare Gabriel was giving him. 'Uh…'

'Would you be really mad if I kissed you?' Gabriel asked.

Sam leaned back and looked to where he thought Charlie was, only to find her missing. 'Uh…I uh… I don't…know,' he said. Sure, he thought the TV host was attractive, but he probably shouldn't push his luck. Not when said TV host happened to work on a show about mythical creatures. He held up the box of gauze. 'We should probably finish patching you up…'

Gabriel sighed and took the box from Sam. 'Yeah. Thanks,' he said with a shrug. He waved off Sam as he turned away, already wrapping up his hands. He looked over his shoulder at Sam. 'Is it 'cuz I'm sorta famous?' he asked. 'If you feel…I dunno…threatened? Don't be. I'm a regular guy. Perfect for dating. No…wait. Are you straight?'

Sam shook his head. His hair fell into his face and he reached up to tuck it back. 'No, I uh…I'm…open to…people?' he replied uncertainly. How could he explain merfolk sexuality without saying anything?

Gabriel finished wrapping his hands and turned back towards Sam. 'Is it… Is it because I believe in unicorns?' he asked anxiously. He hadn't been exactly discreet about his belief on any show he'd ever been on. Normally, he could laugh it off and justify his belief as goats with one horn. It usually threw people off when he was completely honest. Charlie was probably the only person that thought it was possible. Then again, she believed in mermaids.

'Unicorns? What does that have to do with anything? No, it's…,' Sam trailed off. He didn't want to use the 'it's not you, it's me' line. He reminded himself that Charlie worked with Gabriel, and the two seemed to know each other fairly well. He could try dating Gabriel for the short time that the crew would be there, see if it went anywhere. If Gabriel was worth trusting. 'Actually, I guess…I could show you around the island tomorrow,' he said. 'Private tour?'

Gabriel's head shot up. He had been expecting to be shot down. He stepped forward with a big grin and froze when his heel came down on something sharp. 'Are you any good at digging out glass?'

'W-what?!'

'I'd ask Cas, but he's kinda mad at me,' Gabriel replied. He hopped over to the desk and propped his foot up. He gestured along the length of his leg with a proud smile. 'Trust me, Sammy, lots of perks with dating me. Flexibility's only the tip of the iceberg!'

Sam smiled uncertainly as he pulled out a set of tweezers. He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering up Gabriel's leg. He choked on his own spit when he noticed Gabriel twisting to give him a better view.

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Castiel rubbed at his legs where Muffin had dug in his claws. He had stood up, momentarily forgetting the cat in his lap. He sighed as he began looking through Gabriel's suitcases, not bothering to put anything back. He needed to find that contract and either tear it to pieces or find a way out. After half an hour of searching, he had found no trace of the contract.

Where would Gabriel have hidden it? Who would he have given it to? Certainly not Samandriel. Charlie would be more on Castiel's side. That left Anna or Balthazar. He decided to try Anna first.

Castiel looked to the clock. There was about half an hour left until dinner would be served. Should he wait? He shook his head as he headed to the door. He should just get it over with.

He knocked on the third door of the hallway and waited. The door opened to reveal Balthazar with a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. 'I…was looking for Anna, actually. But the same question still applies.'

Balthazar raised a brow and cocked his head to the side. 'And what would that be?'

Castiel's eyes drifted downward. Balthazar still looked good. Maybe he should have invited the other man on his research trips instead of leaving messages on voicemail after he had arrived at his destination. 'Did Gabriel give you my revised contract?' he asked as his gaze drifted along Balthazar's stomach and hip bones. He could still remember the feel of Balthazar's skin under his fingers.

Balthazar's hand came into view, and Castiel followed its path up. He held his breath as Balthazar reached out and cupped his cheek. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest, and nimble fingers ghosted over his lips. He opened his mouth slightly and moaned at the taste of Balthazar's skin. A smile tugged at his lips. Maybe being stuck in Bora Bora wouldn't be so bad. Instantly, the fingers were gone, and he focused on Balthazar's face. He recognized the disappointed look. It was the same look he got when they had broken up.

'You haven't changed,' Balthazar said quietly. 'Still thinking with your cock.'

Castiel narrowed his eyes and frowned. 'I don't—'

'I don't know who has your contract. Not me, and not Anna. That's all I know,' Balthazar said, shutting the door.

Castiel stood in front of the door in a daze. What had just happened? What was Balthazar going on about? He trudged back to his room, wondering just what he was going to do. As he entered his room, he glanced at his laptop. He may as well check his work email. Maybe send a message to Inias to see how the project was going.

He sat down at the desk, pulled up the access site, and logged in. After five minutes of staring at the error message, Castiel shakily reached over to the bottle of champagne.