*I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS*

haha sorry guys. I was kidding. That wasn't the last chapter :)

Reviews will get me to write a sequel! This is it. The last chapter. Its short, but following it will be an Destiel chapter and a Sabriel chapter.

What do you guys want to read? I'll be sure to include any prompts or suggestions I like in the sequel (If I write it). If I use your ideas I will credit you in the beginning of the chapter I used your idea for. Thanks for being awesome readers! This will not be my last Supernatural fic!

My Beta and I argued about ending it off with this chapter. She wanted me to keep going, but I think he better material will come in the future when I can develop their relationships better without boring you guys.

Chapter 10:

Point of view: Sam/Gabriel in the first half and then it jumps to Bobby

Sam could have died of a heart attack the moment the words left Castiel's mouth. His throat felt dry and his head was spinning. Balthazar elbowed Cas in the stomach. "What he meant to say was that we can not do anything to speed up the healing process, but since the knife was not used to kill him he will recover slowly but surely on his own." Sam turned towards Castiel and glared at him. "Why didn't you just say that in the first place?" Before getting an answer, he turned back to Gabriel and sighed with relief. You're going to be alright.

Sam opened his eyes slowly and just stared at the ceiling. It had been three weeks since Castiel and Balthazar took Gabriel with them, hoping the familiarity of heaven would speed the process up. Castiel had told them his essence had been severely damaged, and that his wings had faded to the point of transparency. He had been told not to expect a quick recovery.

Castiel came by every now and then to let him know how Gabriel was doing, but Sam had the slight suspicion that he really just wanted to spend time with Dean. Sam had drowned himself in alcohol the first week, sobered up the second and barely spoke the third. He just didn't know how to handle himself in this situation.

If it had been Dean, and it had been Dean a few times before, Sam would be hunting down the monster that did that to his brother. Gabriel had been that monster once. The mystery spot had been the worst set of Tuesdays of his life, and the six months he had lived through without Dean. But the past few months he spent with Gabriel seemed to make up for the damage. It hadn't been all about the puppy. Maybe at first, but that all changed. He had spent time with Gabriel Gabriel. Even in such a predicament Gabriel had enjoyed playing pranks and causing trouble.

Sam smiled at the thought. Today felt like a good day. Sam crawled out of his bed and took a quick shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and used a smaller towel to dry his hair. He opened the bathroom door and walked over to his dresser. He ruffled his hair with the towel some more. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and stopped suddenly. He turned slowly and lowered the towel away from his head. Gabriel.

The two watched each other for a moment. Gabriel's eyes looked up and down Sam. Sam looked down at himself and realized he was shirtless and wearing a towel. "Wasn't expecting you."

"Didn't know I was coming."

"Are you better now?"

"Mostly."

The silence felt like it had gone on too long and Sam threw the smaller towel onto the bed and approached the smaller man, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a hug. Gabriel returned the gesture and the two held each other silently.

"I was worried about you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" Sam pulled away from Gabriel's embrace and smiled. "Cause I care about you. Let me get dressed and we can get some breakfast." Gabriel just nodded and watched as Sam gathered his clothes and go back into the bathroom.

Gabriel seated himself on the edge of Sam's bed. He remembered laying there as the dog, cuddling up against Sam's chest. He remembered the safe, warm feeling in his heart. Would the feeling be different if I cuddled close to him now? Gabriel leaned back against the bed and closed his eyes. He barely noticed Sam leaning against the bathroom door frame. "You ready?" Gabe asked sitting back up. "Yup. Hey, Gabe?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"I'm glad you're alive and okay."

"Yeah. Me too."

The two wandered downstairs together, enjoying each other's company was enough. They didn't feel the need to talk over the silence. Their shoulders brushed and Sam felt his stomach flip. He shook it off as morning hunger.

Although Angels technically didn't need to eat, Castiel and Gabriel joined the brothers and Bobby for breakfast. Bobby had been stuck dealing with Dean's hangovers and Sam's mood swings for the past few weeks. He felt like he had been raising a couple of teenage girls with boy problems. He was glad to see Sam in a better mood and Dean sober.

If any a time Bobby could doubt coexistence between angels and humans, now was not that time. He smiled as his boys talked across the table to each other, making sure to include the angels in the conversation. It wasn't the conversation that made him smile, but the smiles on their faces and obvious fact that they were enjoying themselves. "You gonna join us, Bobby?" Dean looked up from the conversation and over in Bobby's direction. "Yeah, just give me a minute." Dean nodded and caught up with the conversation. His boys had grown. Not just in size, but in mind and soul. He was proud of them. They have come so far. Bobby thought quickly of John. Would John have been proud? Doesn't matter if he would be proud or not. I'm proud. Bobby shook the thoughts from his head and joined the four men at his kitchen table. "Save some for me, ya idjit!" Bobby smacked Dean's hand away from the toast as he took his spot on the end.