Sam went back to the shitty motel. Motels were always his broken homes. No matter how gross or how cheap, they were all that he knew, and a bed that would be uncomfortable to anyone else was heaven to Sam. But not anymore. Right now he had no home. His home was with Kevin and Kevin was gone.

He heard the dreaded flutter of angel wings. The sound he knew like the back of his hand from when it visited him every day. When Sam loved Gabe the way Gabe loved Sam.

"You were there, weren't you?" Sam asked, not bothering to look the angel in his eyes. "You heard."

"Yes."

"Bastard."

"You're right."

"What?"

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"You don't know what sorry is."

"Teach me."And then Sam and Gabe were kissing.


"Whoa, Sammy," Gabriel uttered, but that was the last thing he'd say. Because once he started to talk Sam's hands were around his neck. He choked the words away from Gabe for he didn't want to hear him speak. He wanted to pretend he was Kevin. He wanted to pretend to be happy.

Sam didn't let go until the archangel was blue in the face. As much as he wanted to kill him, he knew choking wouldn't be enough. So he gave up.

"Talk to me, Sammy," Gabriel said between pants. But the Winchester wouldn't stop. Gabriel knew he was stronger than Sam. He knew that he could pull him off, show him who was boss. But as Sam held him harshly against the wall, Gabe realized that he didn't want him to let go.

Then Gabriel took his Samsquatch all for himself.

"Oh, Kevin," Sam moaned.

"Kevin who?"

"Kevin me," Kevin said as he busted through the door, having heard everything that went on in the motel room. And to think he came to say he was sorry. To kiss his love goodnight. It was the heat of the moment, he planned to say. I was angry. And he knew that Sam would forgive him. The problem now was that he'd never forgive Sam. The door closed before Sam could even let out a sob.

Gabriel tried to hold him. He tried to make it all better the way that he used to always do. He used to always make Sam better with the touch of his hand. But somehow he knew that no gentle touch could make his Sammy okay. Not any touch he could give him.

Still Gabriel tried to hold him. Sam leaned into touch but quickly backed away. If felt like he was sleeping with a demon. Again.