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A.N.: My muse is about to keel over and die on me. So forgive me if this sucks.

Game

Sam quickly got use to Gabriel randomly appearing and grabbing him. Wether the Archangel wanted a kiss or sex, he had a habit of grabbing Sam at random moments. It was one of his little games, and Sam didn't mind.

Right now though Sam did mind. He'd just had an argument with Dean and wasn't in the mood for any of Gabriel's games.

"Back off." He practically snarled at the Archangel.

Gabriel jerked back, removing his hand from Sam's shoulder.

"I'm sick of you grabbing me at random moments!" Sam yelled at him. "Cut it out!"

Gabriel flinched back, and something, was it anguish, flashed across his face.

"Why didn't you say something, kiddo?" Gabriel asked.

"Maybe because your tongue was down my throat!" Sam snapped at him.

Gabriel stood staring at Sam. "Sammy?"

"Leave me alone!" Sam snapped, "Get out!"

Gabriel took a step forward.

Sam whirled on him. "This is all a game to you! I know it is! But I'm sick of playing. So scram!"

Gabriel looked at Sam. "You're wrong." He said sadly. "This isn't a game." He vanished, leaving Sam alone.

XXX

A.N.2.0: My muse can only write angst at the moment.

My muse: * Wheeze *

Me: Oh boy, it's trying to die. Again. So I'd better write while I can.