AN: Hey! Sorry, it's been a while and I don't have much of an excuse except for the fact that I've been working on a university application that's due Wednesday. I also now have a beta reader, obsession-is-my-life, so much love and thanks to her :D

So, thanks for reviewing everyone! I'm just going to keep responding to reviews here because I'm too lazy to do it any other way so just skip past this next bit if you want.

LoryLily – I agree, and I'm thinking of going with that for this chapter, thanks for pointing it out.

justreading444 – I'll put it in my ideas notes, because I keep thinking of different things to write but I have no idea how they'll turn out. I actually read a fic with Cas as a cat, called Familiarity by Likhoradka. It's really good if anyone's interested.

Auttzthoughtz – Yeah I have noticed that with the POV, and I'm working on it because I want to make it as easy to understand as possible. Also, thanks :D and I'm glad you like it! This chapter is going to be what you asked for and I hope you enjoy it

SareBear96 – Woohoo! Glad you like it! I hope she does like it as much as she said she did!

thejokirliveson – I was terrified you would hate it and I am so happy you didn't!

Because this chapter is back to Gabe and Sam and not based off anything I'm going to dedicate it to my newfound beta reader obsession-is-my-life. She writes really good stuff and I am ever so grateful to her for helping me out!

Chapter 7: While We Wait

It had been five hours, and Gabriel was already bored.

"But Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!" he wailed, flinging himself across Dean's vacant bed. "I wanna gooooo!"

Sam sighed. It was as if Gabe was more of a child than an ageless celestial being. How old was Gabriel anyway?

"Look, Gabe, we had just finished a case when you decided to barge in here. I want to finish writing these notes so we know what to do next time we come up against one of these. You're behaving like you haven't been out in weeks when you were the one that force fed me ice cream not five hours ago! So please, let me finish what I'm doing, and then we'll do….whatever," Sam said, wishing Gabriel was less of a distraction.

The aforementioned angel pouted and folded his arms.

"Fine, Samsquatch," he responded, smirking. "But once you're done, we get to do whatever I want, no matter how ridiculous it may be, yes?"

"Fine."

"Pinkie promise?"

"Yes!"

"Cross your heart hope to die? Although, considering your track record, might be a bit more difficult to –"

"Yes, fine! As long as you shut up!"

"Yay! No takesies backsies!"

An hour later, Sam was done recording everything. Gabe had been quiet after their conversation, and Sam now realised that the silence alone was suspicious enough. Slightly worried, he turned around and went bright red.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

"Nope, just me," Gabe smirked.

The entire motel room was pink. Hot pink. Candy wrappers were strewn across the floor, and fluffy pink blankets decorated the beds. Floral patterns graced the curtains, confetti hung suspended in the air, and right in the middle of it all was Gabe. Wearing a pair of pink boxers and a pink feather boa wrapped around his neck.

"Gabe. What. How. What the fuck?" was all Sam managed to get out, before he collapsed into laughter.

Gabe, grinning, snapped his fingers and was fully dressed again. He made his way over to Sam with a giant stick of candyfloss in each hand. "I got really bored Sam, and I wanted to see you laugh. Candyfloss?"

The candyfloss was gone, and the motel room back to its normal boring self. Gabe had managed to make Sam laugh a few more times over various pranks he had pulled, and he was feeling rather pleased with himself. It had been a while since he had just been able to 'hang out' with someone, what with being first on the run from Heaven, then from the pagan gods, then hell, and then being DEAD, he thought to himself. He was finally having fun.

Sam noticed his shift in mood as he thought about his past, and nudged him.

"What's wrong, man?"

"Nothing Samsquatch, just upset that I couldn't find some really intensely smutty stuff to shove our brothers into," Gabe forced a smile on his face, which was scoffed at by the giant of a man next to him.

"You think you can bullshit the bullshitter, Gabe? I've been saying I'm 'fine' when it's the opposite for as long as I can remember. My brother is Dean Winchester, the King of Bullshit. I know when someone's unhappy about something. Tell me what's up."

A small sigh escaped from his mouth. "I've never had to discuss emotions Samsquatch, so bear with me. I'm….pissed off about the fact that I've been on the run for most of my life. First I ran away from Heaven. Then after I was exposed, the pagan gods – who were once my friends – wanted my blood. Then hell wanted me. I was killed by Lucifer; my own brother. I know he's a dick and all but he wasn't when I knew him in Heaven before he fell. He was my brother. And then I died. Shit like that kinda gets you down, okay? Playing pranks makes me happy. And I am truly sorry about what I did to you and your brother at the Mystery Spot, but Dean was going to die, and you hadn't accepted that. I know he came back, but how was I to know that? I just needed for you to know that Death is final. Most of the time. Apparently not where the Winchesters are concerned."

"I could say the same about you or Cas," Sam joked, trying to process what Gabe had just told him. "Look, Gabe, I get it. I'm sorry this shit had to happen to you. It sucks, yeah. But it's good that you came to us, because we know what it's like, and we can help you get past this. As far as the Mystery Spot is concerned, I'm not saying what you did was right, because it was horrible, but I forgive you. I know why you did it, and for all we knew, Dean's death was final. Are you okay?"

"I suppose. Like I said, I don't do gooey emotional shit." And with that, an entire bucket of glitter upended itself over their heads.

"GABE WHAT THE FUCK!" Sam yelled, shaking his head like a dog trying to get water out of its fur. He was merely getting more glitter embedded in his hair.

The archangel was gasping with laughter.

"Sam, your mane…. it's glorious!" He shrieked, gathering enough composure to reach up and ruffle Sam's "mane". Glitter cascaded out and settled on Sam's already sparkling shoulders. Sam scowled. "Aw come on, Samantha, lighten up!" He poked his index fingers into the corners of Sam's mouth and stretched it into a grin.

Sam couldn't help himself at that, and gave a reluctant smile. Gabe smirked back, and they just sat there, smiling at one another.

There was an awkward pause.

"So, uh, what did you want to do now?" Sam asked, running his hand through his hair in an effort to remove the glitter. His hand sparkled and he scowled, trying to get the glitter off his hands and body clearly annoyed.

"Well, for starters…" Gabe snapped his fingers, and the glitter disappeared. Sam examined his arms before looking back to the angel.

"Was it really necessary to snap your fingers?"

"No, but imagine how boring it would be if I didn't! Like, oh there goes the glitter. How nice. Plus, it would make you jump more if shit just happened without a little finger snapping warning, and you're far too fragile. Like a goat."

Sam spluttered. "A goat?!"

"I couldn't think of anything else," he said shrugging

"Goats aren't fragile, you ass. I prefer something like paper or I don't know, an egg but goats?"

"Are you insinuating that goats are capable of looking after themselves? Because let me tell you Sam, they might act tough and all but have you seen where they get themselves stuck? Half the time they fall off some random ledge halfway up a cliff that they've managed to get themselves stuck on, and guess who has to save them?"

"...you rescue goats?"

"Shut up."

"No, just….that's real nice of you. And this was a really weird conversation. Want to go get lunch?"

"Sam," Gabe said, attempting to reach Sam's shoulder in order to clap a hand on it, but only reaching his elbow and clapping a hand on that instead, "one thing you should know about me, is that conversations with me are always weird."

They headed out the sparse motel room, laughing and not noticing how the lights flickered, or how the curtains fluttered with no wind to make them do so.

AN: Again, sorry it took so long. I'll try and make the updates more regular. Please review if you've got the time :)