It was a silent drive back to the bunker that night, with the exception of the stereo blaring, and when they got back to the bunker it was late enough after the hunt that they all just crashed. Sam headed in without a word, and didn't bother changing before he crashed. In fact, he didn't even remember his head hitting the pillow.

He woke up with one arm hanging off the bed, and he was covered snugly by the blanket he definitely hadn't been awake enough to put on himself. He pulled it around him tiredly with a slight smile for a minute and laid there, enjoying the time he had to just rest and relaxing in the gentle warmth of the blanket, before he realized that he smelled something cooking.

He figured Dean would probably be done cooking soon based on the smell, so he got up and changed from yesterday's jeans and plaid shirt to today's jeans and plaid shirt and walked out.

He was still tired when he got out to the kitchen so he just kind of stopped at the door, hand halfway through running through his hair, when the person cooking and humming along with the music playing wasn't Dean.

"Hey Samsquatch." Gabriel smiled to him as he flipped a pancake.

"Hey Gabe." He said slowly. "You cook?"

"Well I figured after I gave you and Dean-o heart attacks last night I should probably try to make up for it. You like pancakes right?"

Sam smiled a little. This was a side of Gabriel he'd never expected to see, especially not after last night's archangel interrogation. It was nice, homey.

"Yeah." He came over and wrapped his arms around Gabriel gently from behind. Gabriel leaned back on him a little and kept cooking.

Sam spotted Gabriel's phone and picked it up to check the song playing.

Go figure. He probably could've guessed on the first try.

"You really like this Guardians soundtrack don't you?" Sam smiled a little.

"Hey, it's a compilation of some of the classics. Everyone knows Piña Coladas." Gabriel smiled back.

Sam kissed his head and watched him cook. He flipped a couple pancakes, humming along. Every now and then he'd sing a word or two, in no particular pattern.

"Hey Gabriel?" Sam eventually asked gently. He'd been thinking on the drive in, and things seemed calm enough now to sate his curiosity.

"Yeah Sam-a-lam?"

"What do your wings look like?"

Sam noticed that Gabriel slowed down a little, got a little tenser. "Beautiful. Gold like the sun, and they stretch out further than even you could reach. In heaven, when we were flying, they would carry me anywhere. They're strong. Might be stronger than even Michael's, he was never one for flying. He was going to keep his feet on the ground thank you very much. Luci taught me how to fly, he probably has stronger wings. Well, had I guess, if you two idiots did your jobs properly."

Sam could tell Gabriel was getting a little upset, and kissed his head gently to soothe him. "They sound amazing."

Gabriel leaned on him quietly, humming softly.

"And if you're ever wondering, I do like piña coladas." Sam added, earning him a small laugh from Gabriel.

"Maybe I'll take you out sometime to make love at midnight in the dunes of the cape." He smirked in reply.

Gabriel was better now, still a little shaken though, and Sam resolved to give him a bit more warning next time he tried asking about the archangelic side of him.

"That'd be great." Sam smiled.

"What'd be great?" Dean came in, with Cas close behind him.

"Wild rampant sex on every surface of the bunker." Gabriel said immediately, making Dean quickly cough.

"What, are you suddenly shy now?" Sam teased Dean, rolling his eyes a bit.

"I don't need to hear about my little brother's sex life." Dean threw a hand towel at Sam's head and he laughed a little.

"I didn't know you could cook Gabriel." Cas was ignoring the Winchester conversation, sensibly.

"I picked that little hobby up circa 1472. It's handy for blending in around here, or apologizing to poor mortals who don't quite get the whole angel thing. Can you grab me some plates Cassie?" Gabriel's pancakes were just about done, and Cas grabbed him plates and spread them out. Sam let go of Gabriel and sat to the table with Dean, watching their respective angels work together like they weren't grand celestial beings with nearly infinite cosmic powers.

Gabriel brought over plates to Sam and Dean, and they both nodded thanks before digging in as he switched the music off, and Cas brought over plates for himself and Gabriel.

"Dig in." Gabriel smiled.

Second last chapter! One more, then I've gone through the entire album

Let me know if you guys want me to keep writing stories with this universe or not, I'll probably keep writing some Supernatural, but I'm not sure where to go with it next so give me some hints, I'm totally willing to write prompt fics