Kevin fell down onto his bed. Sam had ruined his life plenty of times before, but never like this. Never this bad. Because every time Sam ruined Kevin's life, he managed to piece it back together with nothing but the look in his eyes. But those eyes were dark now; Kevin only saw them as if they were black as a demon's. That's all that Sam was to him now.
Gabriel knew it was time to leave. As the wee hours of the morning crept up on them, they both reflected on the guilt they shared. But for some odd reason, Sam wouldn't let go of Gabriel. Maybe he was still pretending that he was Kevin, or maybe they were still in love. Or maybe Kevin had been right the whole time. Sam was afraid. He had only ever been afraid.
They hadn't kissed again since Kevin left, but they were cuddling. Well, it was more of Gabriel cuddling and Sam sobbing against his warm skin. Gabriel placed his hand against his lover's forehead, and Sam was asleep.
Kevin woke up alone, eyes burning from the sun that boiled his leaking tears.
Sam, however, woke up in someone else's arms. Instinctively, Sam kissed Gabe's forehead and stood up with a smile on his face. Then the recent events hit him, and his smile faded into a scowl and he punched a wall. This woke Gabriel up from his angelic state of rest and it hit him like a slap to his face, every terrible thing that he did to ruin the lives of Kevin Tran and Sam Winchester. He shouldn't have come back, but he couldn't leave now. He had to fix this. He stayed in the bed, refusing to take a step toward Sam. He didn't trust himself anymore. He had no self control. Maybe that's what related him to Sam so well.
"Sam…" Gabriel said quietly.
"What, no stupid nickname?"
"No, just Sam."
"What Gabriel?"
"I'm going to fix this."
