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Gabriel's guffaws followed them back onto the highway and down the road on their way back to wherever Gabriel was staying. Sam had agreed to give him a ride then go find a hotel nearby. Sure, he was on an ok basis with Gabe but he wasn't jumping at the idea of braid each other's hair and talk shit about their brothers in their pajamas. He adjusted the air for the second time since they left the funeral home and again wished he had just taken the impala but knew Dean would have given him hell for it, so he just settled with his 'borrowed' mustang.
"so you left sweet little Cassie all alone with him? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to be my apprentice." Sam had to smile at this. He wondered if the trickster ever had taken someone 'under his wing' so to speak.
"Oh noo thank you. I'm good being not being dragged along on your...adventures."
Gabriel chuckled again. "Adventures.." He sounded a bit remorseful as he turned to look out the window. Gabe had always liked Sam. The tall galunk tickled him, as opposed to his quick to piss off older brother. Sure, it was fun to see him turn red, but if he had to pick one to drag along his crazy existence it would be Sam. Sam was always like a calm before a storm. Gabe knew very well what he was capable of, but he was just a pup compared to an archangel.
But now, he mused, the playing field is a bit more leveled…
"Turn right here." He pointed to the side road that deviated off of the main street they were on and Sam's jaw dropped in amazement for the second time this night.
"you live here?!"
He looked up through the windshield to see a place that looked straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. Quaint townhouses lined the street, while twinkling lights were on the corner about 100 feet away and he saw they continued down the curved hill. An black almost bronze pole led to a neat stop sign as they rolled to a halt accordingly. A woman walked bye with a golden Yorkie on a leash trotting in front of her. Gabe waved as she crossed the street in front of the car and gave the vehicle a warm smile.
Sam was sufficiently creeped out.
They rolled up the driveway two doors down, and walked the short cobblestone steps to Gabe's apparent door.
"Yeah I know, not exactly a high roller." He unlocked the door with a click and Sam was again shocked it did not open into a cavernous marble-lined lobby, but instead an equally quaint walkway with a coat closet to his right, small sitting area to his left, stairs were shown behind the closet door, and a entryway straight ahead.
"But I like taking a break every millennia." He whipped off his coat and side-stpped close to sam to shove it in the closet and a kick of cinnamon wafted to the tall man's nose. It reminded him of redhots and had half a mind to ask gabe for some. Then thought against it. He felt like 'angelic miracles' was a touchy subject at this point.
"Its home though. For now." He looked up at Sam, expectantly. Then he frowned and sauntered down the walkway. "But don't worry, I'm just on vacation so I can charge up." Sam wasn't paying attention to his receding voice, looking that the ceiling and lounge to his right in mild amazement, then jumped to find the shorter man not beside him. He quickly followed the sounds of clinking to the kitchen. It held a small island, with barstools, and a doorway to the far right that presumably led to a dining room that would connect to the lounge. A clock on the counter next to a teacozy- yeah. A teacozy.-read a little past 11.
"Here." A steaming mug of coffee was shoved in Sam's line of vision. He looked at Gabe warily. Last time he had accepted a drink from him, he ended up honking like a goose for an hour.
"No tricks I swear to Dad." Gabe held the other hand up. Again Sam regretted reminding him of his 'tricks', and took the cup, their fingers brushing as he grabbed it .
"Jesus sam, if you wanted to hold my hand, just do it. Don't fuck with me." Gabe leered with a smirk, which earned him the biggest of eyerolls and a chuckle. At least he wasn't all gone.
Sam sat in the nearby stool and sat the cup on the counter after taking a swig and contemplating. "Vanilla?" He could practically hear Gabriel smile, even though he was turned, busying himself with a cookie jar. He turned and held out one to Sam. "Correct."
He shook his head at the cookie and took another sip.
"So." Gabe piped as he closed the lid on the jar, and put it on the first- not top, much to sam's amusement- shelf. "Upstairs or downstairs?"
"Excuse me?" Sam raised his eyebrows, "I'm not staying."
"Samuel Winchester, I may not be at full power, but I still got juice." He put on a look reserved for those rare times when we wanted to, oh say, smite you where you stand. Or sit, in Sam's position. "I know you've probably been awake for about a week. You are staying and getting a good night's sleep." He still doesn't know why, but he has the gall to ask "Why?"
This time, Gabe served him an eyeroll. "Because I care about your health, believe it or not." He put his coffee on the counter he was leaning on, turning slightly. "And I'm not gonna help you with your little Fido problem otherwise."
Sam huffed out a small laugh. "So you'll help in exchange for me spending the night."
"I know you wanna spend the night Sam, but you really do need to sleep." He replied in mock pleading, not without a small wiggling eyebrows. This time Sam let a n exasperated half-smile grace his face.
"You know what I meant." He got up from the table and pulled out his phone at the same time. "I accept the terms."
"Well if you insist, I'll go and uh 'freshen up'." Gabe said to his back as Sam turned to walk into the dining room.
"Shut up" Sam yelled behind him in a sing-song tone as he dialed the number for the bunker. "Just go and get my sleeping spot ready."
He heard footsteps leave to go upstairs as well as a fiendish chuckle before he put the phone to his ear.
"NOT in your bed Gabe."
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