Chapter 9: My Oh My You're So Good Lookin'
Gabriel didn't actually leave after he dropped Sam off. Instead, he cloaked himself from the human that he was becoming oddly attached to. Sam wouldn't be able to feel his presence, hear, or see him. What, he wasn't going to leave the moose man alone. Gabriel swore to protect him, after all. What kind of protector would he be if he left Sam to fend for himself?
Okay, so maybe Sam wasn't fending for himself. He could take care of himself against Dean. He'd been doing it all his life. But still. Gabriel was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost missed the door open and Sam go through it. Gabriel hurried after the hunter and sat back as he watched Dean's blood boil in his veins when he looked at Sam
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"Sam, what the hell was that, man?" Dean half snarled, half sighed as Sam walked into the room. He was happy that Gabriel wasn't with him. That way they could talk about this man to man.
"What did you want me to do, Dean," Sam asked tiredly as he closed the door and leaned on it. "Did you want me to fight him tooth and nail, and demand that he take me back to the shitty motel that you picked out? Did you want me to demand that he take me back to the hunt that you were right in the middle of that you could have handled in your sleep? What, Dean?" Sam was upset, obviously. He was so caught up in what he was saying that he didn't even realize that he had gotten up from the door to stand a foot away from Dean and talk loud enough to be just shy of yelling. He had had a really fun day with Gabriel, and dean was ruining it. Sam wasn't hurt and he was never in any danger. Dean was being ridiculous acting like this.
"I wanted to know that you were safe!" Dean yelled at him. "It's my job to look after you, and I had no idea where you were or when you were coming back! And since when do we trust Gabriel? I thought that you would have remembered him killing me over and over again and TV Land!" Dean was confused. Sam wanted to hang out with Gabriel? Why? Gabriel was a dick. And maybe he was being a bit protective, but Sam was gone, how was he supposed to react when he got back?
"I was fine, Dean, like I always am. I have never had anything bad happen to me when I was with Gabriel, except for when he put us in TV Land. And that was one time. Now that we found what Gabriel is, he hasn't played a single trick on me." Sam was defiant now. Dean was going to see that he was being obnoxious. Sam was old enough to take care of himself.
Dean bit his tongue, thinking of the time that Sam was addicted to demon blood, and told Dean that he was "fine". Sam wouldn't know if he was fine or not until it was too late to fix it. Dean didn't want it to get to that, so he thought that he could try to nip this whole Gabriel thing in the bud.
"Fine, man. You want to hang out with him? I don't care. Just, don't come to me when he flips on you," Dean said exasperatedly. "I'm going for a drive." And with that, Dean stormed out to the impala, got in, and drove out of sight, leaving Sam and an invisible Gabriel in a motel room. All alone.
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Gabriel watched the ensuing fight with interest. Sam wanted to hang out with him. Sam was actually defending the decision to come with him, even though at the time, he had no idea where, or when, for that matter, he was going. Gabriel beamed, knowing that Sam favored Gabriel over his brother on some level. He'd have to take advantage of that.
Gabriel was still musing on the different places and times that he could take Sam when Dean left. It was a full two minutes before he realized that he was alone in a motel room with the huge man that he was growing a little more than fond of. Gabriel watched as Sam slumped, allowing himself to relax now that Dean was gone, and not shouting at him. Gabriel uncloaked himself and with a rustle of wings, he reappeared in Sam's room.
"What do you want, Gabe?" Sam asked wearily. He didn't like to fight with Dean and Gabriel just reminded of how much of an ass he was being.
"Just to tell you how good lookin' you are, my moose man," Gabriel said with a smirk. It was the truth, but Sam didn't know that, and brushed Gabriel off. That was fine with him; Sam would know soon that Gabriel was telling the truth.
Sam looked up from his palms, and sighed. "What do you really want, Gabe?" Sam asked.
"I was bored, so I thought that maybe I could bother you a bit."
"I'm not in the mood, Gabe. Please, just go."
"Awww, Sammykins, I don't want to go! I'll just be bored someplace else, and you can be interesting, so I figure that I have a higher likelihood of being entertained in your presence," Gabriel smiled a honey smile at him, but it didn't have the intended effect.
"Gabe. Please, leave."
Gabriel pouted. There was no way that this was going to continue.
"Sam-"
"Gabe! Seriously, please." Sam almost sounded like he was begging. That was heartbreaking. He wanted to stay and comfort his hunter, but he wasn't going to push himself in there if he wasn't wanted. Gabriel left without a word, just a rustle of wings. There was no cloaking this time. Instead, Gabriel flew as fast as he could to the highest mountain in the world and sat on top of it, thinking about Sam and different ways that he could kill Dean for making his hunter this upset.
…Wait, his hunter? When did that start? Oh, hell no, Gabriel was not falling in love with Sam.
…Aw, hell…
