Hello again my lovelies. I would like to thank Hllo-Beastie and Mummabro for the fabulous reviews. So here is the next bit. Hope you likey.
Disclaimer: Yeah still not mine. I'm trying though, through shouting mine at the telly whenever Supernatural comes on. So far doesn't seem to be having the desired effect.
When Pamela returned to the dressing room it was to find Gabriel sitting back on two legs of a chair with his feet up and the dressing table. Seeing her he removed his feet and sat up straight. Smiling she collected her stuff without saying a word before turning round to the man in her dressing room.
"So Gabriel Novak, would you like to come back to my place for a drink?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye which caused Gabriel's eyebrows to rise.
"Is that code for having sex?" he asked cheekily grinning up at her making her laugh once again. He was really good at that. Making her laugh.
"No. I meant a drink." She replied before bending down and whispering in his ear. "I haven't decided on the sex yet." Before standing once more and smirking at him. (You are as bad as each other I swear.)
At that Gabriel too laughed. He really did like sparing with words with this woman. She was good.
"Sounds great." He replied with a smirk of his own.
"Oh it will be." Pamela replied giving him her sexy look once more.
"Are we talking about the drinks or sex now? I'm getting confused." Gabriel asked innocently standing and returning the look.
"Both." Was Pamela's one word reply.
"Okay then." And with that Gabriel and Pamela left her dressing room and the theatre, passing Charlie in shadows in the corridor, not that either of them noticed.
Charlie could hardly contain her squeal of glee. Rubbing her hands together and once they had left doing a little dance before pulling out her phone and texting Castiel and Dean about her success. Yes they had finally found someone that Gabriel was interested in. Now all they had to do was make sure they both stayed interested. (Hmm, I just don't really think it's going to work. She whispers in a small voice not wanting to upset Charlie. Sorry.)
Gabriel stayed at Pamela's that evening but not for the reasons you are all thinking. So just to clarify: No they did not have sex (that evening. Not being psychic, I can't see the future). Oh Gabriel was up for it. (Of course he was.) He would have happily had fun times with Pamela but, around the third drink something changed. Pamela had asked him about his life. Who he was and so he talked, told her about his bakery, about Castiel, about Dean, and then for a reason that he still didn't know but he was pretty sure it was the combination of the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed and Pamela's exceptional listening abilities, he told her about his dreams. And about his Kali.
He told her how they met when she was the annoying teenage daughter of his boss. He told her how they then became friends. He was only two years older than her after all. He then told her how when her date for her senior prom got ill he went with her instead. And how at the end of the evening they shared their first kiss. How that was the end of the friendship and the start of something so much better. He told her how they were together for two years, how they had plans to be together forever. How when he had dreamed of his future she had always been the one on his arm. And he told her how he had left. Disappeared into the night. And he told her the reason why.
Gabriel told Pamela all the things he had never told another person before. It seemed that once he had started speaking he couldn't stop. And strangely, though he had not thought of any of these events for almost 15 years he still remembered them all as if it was yesterday. If he closed his eyes he could still picture her standing at the top of the Empire States building smiling at him with the wind blowing her hair on their first anniversary. He could remember it all. And while talking about it hurt. It also seemed to help. To talk to someone who had no involvement in the events and had no connection to the people involved. It was almost therapeutic. Once he could think of no more to say a comfortable silence settled between them and briefly Gabriel wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with this woman, but it was just an idyll thought. There were no true feelings behind it. No they would never be that, but maybe they could be friends. He would like that having, her as a friend. With that thought Gabriel found his eyes drifting closed as he fell asleep on her couch.
Pamela watched Gabriel fall asleep, making sure he didn't spill what was left of his drink she grabbed a spare blanket and threw it over him. Looking down at his sleeping form he seemed so peaceful. And yet, inside he was so complex. With that thought she gently brushed her hand through his hair.
"Goodnight Gabriel. Sleep well." She whispered to him, then left the room and turned out the light. It was time for her to go to bed too and she did so with a smile on her lips. Charlie may not have found her the perfect partner this evening (not that she was looking for one), but she had found her the perfect friend. One whom she could help get better and yet at the same time banter with for all she was worth. Yes Gabriel would make an excellent friend. (Ah bless. They be friends, yeah. Gabriel needed one of them to talk to I feel.)