Chapter X: The Archangel and The Moose

Meanwhile, in the archangel's mock-apartment...

"No, Gabriel, I will not eat your stupid candy!"

"Come onnn! Just one!"

"NO."

"Why not?"

"If you couldn't see, I'm a moose!"

"So, what, that means you can't eat candy?"

"No! It'd probably kill me, do you want to kill me, Gabriel?"

"No..."

"Okay then. Stop asking."

"Fine." He snapped, and the large bag of sour cherry candies disappeared.

Gabriel walked back to his spot on the couch and sat, crossing his arms and huffing in defeat. Sam chuckled at the archangel's kid-like behavior, which made the being glance at the moose. He smirked, and they both began laughing. When the laughter was over, Sam looked down.

"Sam?" Gabriel asked, concerned.

"It's been a while since I've laughed like that," Sam said, voice heavy.

"Well, you deserve it. After all I've learned about what happened while I was gone, you should have a break. Laugh it out, y'know?"

Sam looked up and met Gabriel's eyes "Yeah, how did you get back? I mean, Lucifer killed you."

Gabriel smirked, an unusual twinkle in his eyes. "Trickster, remember?" he said with a smile.

Sam trotted over to the archangel, and sat on the floor next to him. "What took you so long?" he asked, laying his head next to Gabriel's feet. "It's been years. Where were you?"

Gabriel smiled at the young human-turned-animal and leaned down to pet his head. Sam leaned into the touch. The archangel sighed. "I went to try and find God. Or at least find Joshua."

Sam looked up at him and almost poked out his eye with his antlers. They laughed for a bit, but Sam was still curious. "What for?" he asked.

Gabriel sat back and looked up. "I guess I was looking for answers. A way to get on the right path."

Sam nodded. "Do you know everything that happened?"

Gabriel closed his eyes. "Yes."

One word. Filled with so many emotions. He knows. He knows everything. Of course, he's a friggin' archangel. Which means he knows about Castiel's god-phase. He knows about Castiel breaking my 'wall'. Damn.

"Godstiel. Ha. Yeah, I know all about Castiel's whole 'god-phase'."

Sam stayed quiet.

"Haven't got around to talking to him about it." Gabriel sighed. "I know about Purgatory, and his idea to stay there as penance for his actions." He laughed, but it was strained. "Crazy ass angel."

"What are you going to do?" Sam asked.

"He killed my family. Our family. It was anarchy up here." He paused. "Still is." He was quiet for another moment. "He was just doing what he thought was right, I suppose."

"Yeah, but, still..." Sam said quietly.

"Still, I forgive him. He is my brother after all. The closest I've ever been to another angel." Gabriel smiled. "I guess I should tell him that, huh?"

Sam nodded and attempted a shrug, but it turned into a strange shudder. They laughed, both relieved that the too-serious talk was finally over.

"Why a moose?" Sam wondered.

"Isn't that what the King of Hell calls you?" Gabriel laughed.

"Yeah, but why?"

"I dunno, why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Ah, I'd rather not."

They laughed again.

"So, can I go back now?" Sam asked the archangel.

Gabriel looked a little hurt, but before Sam could see it, he put on his trademark trickster smirk. "Nah, they're about to have sex." He waited for the horrified expression to cross over Sam's moose face. And he was not disappointed.

"AH. Gabriel! I did not want to know that!" Sam did indeed look horrified.

Gabriel laughed, "just kidding. They're still talking."

"Dammit, Gabriel," Sam exhaled.

He smirked. "I just wanted to see your face."

Sam sighed. "I'm tired." He yawned.

"You can crash here," Gabriel offered, "if you want to."

Sam looked around. "Uh, sure." He looked up at the archangel and smiled. "That would be nice." He laid his head down, smile still there. Pretty soon, the young hunter was fast asleep.

Gabriel smiled, a genuine smile. He hasn't smiled like that in a long time. He stayed there, looking at Sam, just looking. "Good night, Sam." He laid down on the couch. "I guess a little sleep couldn't hurt," he thought out loud, and quickly fell asleep.

In the morning...

Gabriel was the first to wake up, mainly because he doesn't need sleep, being an archangel and all. He looked around for familiar antlers, still laying down, but he didn't see Sam anywhere. He quickly sat up, worried because he didn't see the big lumbering moose anywhere in his little corner of Heaven. "Sam!" he calls out.

From next to the couch, "what," Sam mumbles.

"Sam?" Gabriel gets up from the comfy couch and looks where Sam was last night. And a smile slowly spreads across his trickster features. He snaps and in his hand appears some clothes and a pair of boots.

"What do you want, Gabriel?" Sam mutters, eyes still closed.

"I'd rather not say... but, I think you want what I have," Gabriel smirks.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asks, eyes opening. He looks up at the smirking archangel and is immediately uncomfortable. Gabriel tosses the clothes at the hunter, who looks on confused. Sam looks down at his body expecting to see a moose's body, but instead sees a very human, very naked body. He screams a very unmanly scream, which makes Gabriel laugh. He uses the clothes to cover what he can, and grumbles under his breath.

"What was that? Thank you, Gabriel, you amazing archangel-slash-trickster-slash-pagan god, for these clothes to cover my naked, chiseled, body? Oh, you're welcome, Sammy." Gabriel smiled.

"Thanks, Gabriel," Sam grumbles.

Gabriel laughs. "Fine, I'll turn around so you can, unfairly, cover your naked body." He turns around, "I suppose that's fine, since I already got a good look before you woke up." And he laughs again.

Behind Gabriel, Sam is trying to quickly put on his boxers. Next comes the pants. He pulls them up, reaches for the zipper, and nothing. "Dammit." He takes them off, turns them around, and tries again, succeeding. Then the shirt, which ends up being inside out. "Dammit," he says again, taking off the shirt. In a few minutes, Sam is fully clothed. "Okay."

Gabriel turns around, "ah, much better, eh?" He walks over to the taller man. "Hey, uh, there's something I need to talk to Castiel about, and I could use your help."

Sam nodded, "okay, what do you need my help with?"

"I need you to take Dean out for a while. So I can talk with my brother," Gabriel answered.

"Okay, I can do that."

"Ah, yeah. I know that sounds easy, but they're gonna want to be together a lot more, because of their bond," he explained.

"Well, why don't you just explain to Dean that you need to talk to Cas alone?" Sam asked.

"Well, because they're gonna try using that whole 'if it's that important, you can say it in front of him' line."

"Yeah, that does sound like something they would try. Okay, I'll do it. I'll take him out for some pie, or something." Sam smiled.

Gabriel nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. He snapped and, once more, the mock-apartment is left empty.

At the cabin, the sun is rising, and Dean and Castiel are waking...

Dean's eyes open first, and, feeling the warmth that is Castiel beside him, he smiles. He turns and gasps. The sunlight coming through the window casts the perfect amount of light, making the angel look ... angelic. Warm light on pale skin. "Perfect."

Castiel was still asleep, the black sheets coming up to just above his hip line, leaving hardly anything to imagination. Oh did Dean's imagination go reeling just seeing the edges of his angel's boxers, the thin line of hair trailing down. Oh, god, was he going to enjoy waking up to that every morning. He got up, to position himself above the angel. He laid down, fitting their bodies perfectly together, and kissed his slowly waking lover.

When the kiss was broken, they both smiled at each other. "Good morning, lovely," Dean said.

Castiel blushed, "good morning, Dean."

The more time they spent together, the more human-like Castiel was becoming. It both bothered and warmed both of them. Dean was bothered because he was used to the socially-awkward being, he loves that about him; he was happy, though, because it meant that Dean was having a real influence on someone, and it wasn't that bad. Castiel noticed the change in himself, and he was happy because it made him feel that much closer to Dean, it didn't make it feel like an inter-species relationship, which it still was; he was saddened, too, because he is an angel. He always will be... Unless I fall. But, that wasn't an option, at least not anytime soon.

"We should see if our brothers are back, Dean," Castiel said, not at all bothered by Dean's heavy, muscular, almost naked body on his.

A flap of wings, and a small thump followed by a much heavier, louder thump and, "Nah, no need for that."

Dean, Castiel, and Sam all yelled in unison, "GABRIEL!"

"I did not want to see my brother like that!" Sam turned around.

"Sam! You're back!" Dean exclaimed.

"Yeah, happened sometime last night," Sam explained.

"Anyway! Can you get off of my brother, now?" Gabriel asked.

"Can you give us a little privacy first?" Dean huffed.

Gabriel was beginning to get impatient, even angry. This is important, dammit. "Nope. I have important angel-bizz me and Castiel need to discuss," Gabriel stated impatiently.

"Dean, this is important," Sam said, voice serious.

Castiel frowned. "Anything you need to say, you can say it in front of–"

"Told you!" Gabriel interrupted.

Sam laughed. "Come on, Dean. Get dressed. There's a hunt nearby."

"What about Baby?" Dean asked.

Gabriel snapped. "There. Now can I have my brother, please?"

"Fine."

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