A/N: Just kidding. I'm on a roll. So I've been ignoring Samsquatch and our favourite Archangel, so...how about some Sabriel, sweeties? No? Yes? Yes! Okay! Yes it is! Sabriel, you sexies :3 (Also, as a sad side note, I was just diagnosed with tendinitis and carpal tunnel, so slower updates. I'M SO SORRY!)


Sam sets down his pencil after his exam and just leans back and stares at the wall. He did it. He finished his finals. Hell Week is over. No more unhealthy bouts of coffee. He stands up and hands his test in. He leaves the lecture hall thirty minutes before test time is over and heads straight home. All he wants is to sleep and relax.

"Heya, Sammy!" Gabriel appears out of nowhere and matches Sam's stride towards the L.

"Not now. All I want to do is sleep."

"We can do that. We don't have to go home though. I've thought of somewhere way better." Gabriel stops in front of Sam and holds him by the forearms.

"Sleep, Gabriel. Not sex."

"I know. It's just...your brother is a little pissy right now, so he might wake you up. So…come with me? You have to say yes. And I'll let you sleep as much as you want."

"There's gotta be a trick involved, right?" Sam asks warily. "Like when I wake up, you're going to molest me and demand sex."

"I'm not evil." Gabriel pouts. "I just want you to be comfortable. So! Shall we?"

Sam shrugs his shoulders. "But only because you said I can sleep."


Sam doesn't know what he's feeling the instant he wakes up, but comfort has to be high on his list. And warm. Really, really warm. He blinks his eyes open and takes in his surroundings. Or, at least, he would have if Gabriel's face wasn't two inches away.

"You are adorable when you sleep, you know that, Sammy? I almost couldn't contain myself." Sam doesn't know why, but he doesn't feel at all uncomfortable with Gabe infesting his personal space.

"Where are we?" Sam turns onto his other side to look out the window. "No freaking way…" Sam's been international before. A week ago with Gabriel. And never before that. And he couldn't get over the view. The Eiffel Tower was there. Just there. Sam could see it.

"I thought you'd like Paris. You know the City of Love."

"It's Lights."

"Close enough." Gabriel wraps his arm around Sam's waist and nuzzles his face into the hunter's back.

"What are you doing?"

"Hugging you."

"Huh." Sam considers for a moment. "Okay." He really doesn't mind the more he thinks about it. "Do you think Cas and Dean got together?"

"Destiel like destiny." Gabriel chuckles to himself and then squeezes Sam a little tighter. "How did exams go?" He really doesn't want to talk about brothers. He'd had his fill of brothers to last a lifetime or...well, hundreds of lifetimes, really.

"Well. I'm sure I aced all of them."

"Of course you did, you're a genius." Gabriel presses his lips to the back of Sam's neck and then bites a little.

Sam sits up at that doing his best to hide his blush. He clears his throat. "Okay. So I've never been to Paris before. What's there to do?"

"Oh so much. Food, shopping, sight seeing, making love, going to the movies, flipping through books, the Lourve, the Eiffel Tower, Le Champs d'Ellyssee, et cetera. I know which one I wanna do." Gabriel wiggles his eyebrows at Sam as he, too, sits up. Sam only sighs. "Oh, c'mon, Sammy. I know you wanna try having sex with an Archangel. I've heard I'm good."

"Time, Gabriel." Sam reminds him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "I'm gonna go wash up."

"We've officially gotten further than our brothers."

"Their cuddling does count. Cas was a cat." Sam laughs as he goes into the bathroom. He isn't sure what made him kiss Gabriel, but the more he thinks about it, the more he knows he just doesn't mind. The biting though. The biting bothers him. In a kind of tingly, sexy way.


Dean returns home, dead tired and ready to keel over. Callie is sitting on his sofa, purring as soon as he walks in. "Hey, baby. How's it goin'?" She doesn't answer of course, merely presses her head closer into Dean's hand when he pets her.

Shower… Dean doesn't even bother grabbing clothes first. He just heads straight into the bathroom, strips, and hops in. He's sure he's covered in soot from that morning's fire and then he'd had diving training the night before. But now he's got a few days off, and he wants to enjoy them. Sam is off somewhere. Probably studying. And Castiel is...Dean stops lathering his body and freezes. Castiel...they kissed. Kind of. They kind of kissed. And if that doesn't give Dean a boner now that he's thinking about it, it's probably the hot water. He turns towards the faucet and turns it down to ice cold.

He sighs and lets his throbbing member relax and sink back into a placid state of being. Dean exhales a false release and leans against the bath area wall and slumps against it.

He's half-tempted to call down Castiel and just kiss him again, just to have the experience of having a real kiss. And...since it takes two to have real, hardcore sex-no. He's tired. That's it.

Or so he thought. Even after sleeping and eating and staring at the television for an hour, the thought of Castiel beneath him, wings spread, teeth biting shamelessly at his neck, is still haunting Dean. That's all he wants. Just once to try having sex with an Angel.

"I am not one of those one night stands, Dean." Castiel appears between him and the television, which promptly shuts off.

Dean's body goes on red alert and he feels that familiar clenching in his chest and down below. "Hey, Cas. What've you been up to?"

"Thinking." Castiel walks around Dean's living room and soaks in the surroundings. "Just so you know, Dean, it is not my intention to illicit sex from you, though it can happen."

Dean sits up straight and covers his mouth with a fist while he coughs. "Damnit, Cas, you can't just say shit like that." He rises to his feet and steps around the coffee table.

"Why not?"

"Because...it gets certain people...uhm…" Words are escaping conman Dean Winchester.

"Aroused." Castiel supplies. "And by 'certain people'," finger quotes. "You mean 'person'," more finger quotes. "Namely you." Cas had taken the liberty whilst talking, to take closer steps towards Dean until he is invading his personal space.

Dean remains silent while that transpires. "Look, Cas, I don't know what you're expecting of me."

"I've learned in my experiences among humans that nicknames are usually given to people when they are...interested?" Castiel tests the word on his lips and looks up at Dean. "Would you say you agree with that statement?"

Dean can't concentrate on anything except for the breath that hits his lips with every word Cas speaks. With their close proximity and their half-kiss coming to his mind, he can't help but not think. All he wants to do is lean forward and kiss him senseless.

"Dean." Cas snaps him back to the present. Is that a smirk on his face? Son of a bitch can read minds. "Yes. I can." Case in point.

"You need to not use that creepy Vulcan mind meld thing." That earns him a head tilt. And damn himself if Dean just wants to kiss him now.

"I'm not sure I understand what that means."

"It means stay out of my head, Cas."

Castiel leans forward and looks at Dean with narrowed eyes. "You are but one man, Dean Winchester, I am an Angel of the Lord. Do not think you are above me."

"Alright, alright. Calm down, chuckles. We both know you can smite me in an instant." Dean almost shrank away from Cas, but he didn't. He couldn't stop craving being closer.

"I'm not going to smite you, Dean." Castiel's expression softens as he leans back again.

Dean internally says fuck it and chases Cas' lips as he pulls away. Finally, finally, finally, he presses their lips together and releases an exhale of relief. He doesn't miss how Cas freezes up beneath him, so he pulls away. At first, Dean thinks he's doing something wrong considering Cas is frowning.

But when he's grabbed and pushed against a wall, Dean simply melts into the kiss and grips onto the lapels of Cas' trenchcoat. It feels as though everything both of them have been holding back is coursing through their kiss. Wandering hands that grip and grope and tug. Cas' hands are in Dean's hair, practically petting him. Tongues press and lick. Dean pulls out of the kiss and notices Cas' glare, but places bites intermittent with kisses down the Angel's throat. Cas lets out what can only be considered a moan and Dean pulls away completely to take in Castiel's expression.

Eyes half-lidded, his pupils are blown with lust, his lips parted and wet, his breath ragged and in pants. Dean runs a hand down to Castiel's waist and feels him lean closer into him. Their hardnesses rub together and Dean gasps.

Then suddenly, all pressure against him is gone. Castiel is a few feet away, looking at Den with an absolutely terrified expression. "I have go." And that voice. But Dean can't dwell on it for too long, because Cas has left completely.


"Hey, bro-whoa…" Gabriel and Sam are sitting in the penthouse when Castiel shows up. "Don't you look positively fuckable."

Sam is staring, wide-eyed and confused. "You were making out with my brother…" Disbelief is what Sam is mainly feeling.

"Sam, we make an amazing couple." Gabe leans against Sam's arm and smiles. "Look at what we did for them."

Sam ignores him. "Did he push you away?"

Castiel only shakes his head and then sits down on the coffee table. "No...I pushed him away."

"What?" Both Sam and Gabe exclaim, but Gabriel continues. "What the hell, Cassie? He's finally letting you in and this is what you do? We worked so hard to get you together."

Cas frowns and leans his chin in his hands. "For Dean, this is a spur of the moment reaction. Perhaps tomorrow he will realise the err in his actions and change his mind tomorrow."

"And if he keeps wanting you?" Sam asks.

"Then...I feel he will take what I give…"

"Damn, you're in love." Gabriel falls silent when Castiel locks eyes with him. For several moments all they do is stare. Sam watches, transfixed and they wordlessly communicate. It's incredible, really. Then Gabriel stares at Sam with such intensity that the hunter shifts uncomfortably until Gabe goes back to staring Cas.

"Thank you, brother." Castiel vanishes.

"What the hell was that all about?" Sam turns to Gabriel only o have the Arhangel lay his head in his lap.

"I think we should come up with a name for our relationship. Something like that band...The Sex Pistols. How about...The Fuck Shotguns?" Sam gives him a blank look from above. "Fine, Sabriel it is. I still prefer Fuck Shotguns."

"First off, I don't fuck. Second, what happened with Cas?" Sam wants to know more about the situation he'd landed himself in just a few moments ago. Rather, that Castiel had landed in and then somehow included Sam. Point is, Sam had been included.

"Ooh, Sammy makes love, right?" Sam isn't having any of Gabriel's shit. "Fine. Cas is worried that if he gives himself to Dean, he's gonna be treated as another one-night stand. And my dear brother can't handle that. And, I need to tell you, he's never been in love before. We've been together for millenia and, "Gabriel rolls his head and looks incredulous. "He's never so much as looked at any human or angel with a gram of how he looks at Dean. So...yeah, he's scared."

Sam blinked. "Dean knows when someone feels something. He wouldn't just break their hearts or something like that over a one-night stand. He'd decline and then go find someone else." He shakes his head. "I know he's a dick, but he's not that much of a dick."

Gabriel gave him an I-Know-Right look. "And that's what I told Cas. Now!" He claps his hands together. "Enough brotherly sex talk."

"But we weren't-"

"Sex talk." Gabriel emphasises. "Let's go get some salad." He can't help but laugh at the hopeful look that Sam's face had taken on. "You're too adorable. You thought...you thought i was serious! You looked so happy!" Sam is giving Gabriel Bitch Face #1. "Oh, just kidding, babe. Let's go get some health food."

Gabriel sits up, grabs Sam's face in both of his hands, and kisses him. And Poof! they're gone.


A/N: Mmkay...so I finished this last part after a nine-hour work day, on old meds, and on the bus. I'm still kinda sick, my lovelies, and I'm stock full of lettuce wraps and earl grey and more cold stuff and my head feels funny. And my feet hurt. And now I'm rambling about my ails because of...y'know, I have no idea. And I just finished Flowers for Algernonso ...I'm sad. But this makes me happy. Knowing I'm writing for you! Please review (not on my rambling) and lemme know if I suck or not. Cause that would suck if i suck and you'd be stuck reading this garbage. And I'm sorry for that. But why are you still reading, Dear Listeners. Is it because the City Council told you to? Am I not supposed to mention it? I will stop mentioning what must be never mentioned again.

Sorry. I love all of you! And I'm sorry I'm a total loon right now. Next chapter's author's note will be not as stupid. Okay. I love you. Pyxie xx