"If I'm dreaming right now, this is really fucked up." Gabriel breathed out. Before Sam could respond Gabriel's lips were already on his. "You mother fucker, you almost killed me." Gabriel scolded in between kisses.
"I'm sorry, I'll try not to go into more anymore seizures." Sam smirked weakly.
Dr. Ewan and her squad of nurses rushed in the room "Welcome back, Mr. Winchester. You were clearly missed." She smiled "Mr. Milton, we're going to run some tests and x-rays on Sam. I advise you to call your family."
Gabriel waited until they safely wheeled Sam down the hallway and fished his phone from his pocket.
"Winchester." Dean's groggy voice picked up on the other line.
"He's awake."
Those two words caused Dean to scream and jump around "CAS! CAS! SAMMY'S BACK, HE'S ALIVE! Let me talk to him!" Gabriel could hear the grin in Dean's voice.
"They're x-raying him right now, it'll take around an hour or two. Come then or in the morning, if you want."
"Fuck that, we're on our way. Cas, get the coffee started."
Gabriel could hear Castiel groaning as he hung up.
After a few phone calls to the list of people Dean gave him, the hospital lobby was packed.
"Please tell me everyone was hush-hush about this?" Bobby demanded as he and Rufus walked into the lobby.
"Dean filled me in about the precautions."
"What did you sign him in under?" Rufus questioned
"Privately? Sam Tristan Winchester for medical purposes. Publically? Gene Astaire. Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire are his favorite dancers." Gabriel recited "Guys, don't worry. I took care of everything." He assured them.
"I just don't want the press to find out, poor boy has had it rough enough." Bobby shook his head.
"Next of kin for Gene Astaire?" A nurse called out.
Gabriel and Bobby traded looks.
"What are you waiting for, boy? Go on."
Gabriel dashed into the back rooms and found Sam. He looked completely different than he did yesterday; there was color in his cheeks and even his hair shone brighter.
"Hey, you." Sam smiled and patted the empty space next to him.
Gabriel happily strode over and plopped down next to Sam before kissing him senseless.
"If you're going to kiss me like this every time I wake up, I should be comatose more often." Sam grinned.
"Don't you dare. Dean would kill you with this bare hands." Gabriel laughed.
"They sat in comfortable silence as Sam played with Gabriel's fingers.
"What was it like?" Gabriel's voice was soft "When you were asleep, I mean."
Sam stayed quiet for a moment "It was...warm. Like having been outside all day and feeling the sun on your skin, you know?"
There was more that happened, but Sam thought it was something he had to discuss with his brother first.
"I felt you though."
"You felt me?" Gabriel's forehead wrinkled in confusion.
"Your presence. I could hear your voice, but even though I couldn't understand what you were saying, I knew you were always there." This time it was Sam's turn to kiss the other man.
The innocent kiss turned into something more passionate and unexpected. Sam rolled over, half of his body was on Gabriel's. His mouth explored every inch of skin he could, relishing in Gabriel's embrace.
"You're back with the living for two hours and you both are already going at it. Have you no shame?" Dean's eyes were squinted in mock judgement.
"And just when things were starting to get good." Gabriel sighed, gently pushing Sam away and rolling out of the hospital bed.
"Sammy." Dean rushed over and practically suffocated his brother in a hug.
"Dean...can't...breathe." Sam choked out.
"Right, right. I'm sorry. I'm just so happy you're okay."
"Guys?" Sam cleared his throat "Can I talk to Dean in private please?"
Gabriel and Castiel nodded, leaving to join the others in the lobby.
"What's wrong?"
"I saw Mom." The words were barely above a whisper, so quiet Dean barely caught what he had said.
"You what?" Dean's voice cracked.
"Mom. I saw mom. She was exactly the way you described her. She was like an-an...angel." Sam's eyes watered "She said she was so proud of us. Of you. Said that she was glad you ended up with Cas."
Tears started to run down the brothers' faces.
"She's the reason I woke up. Told me it wasn't my time yet and that I had an important life to live first."
Dean ruffled his baby brother's hair, wary of the stitches. "Damn right you do."
The brothers spoke of the events that occurred during Sam's absence until there was a knock at the door.
Dr. Ewan poked her head in "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
"Nothing, please come in." Sam smiled.
"What's the verdict, Doc? Can I take Sammy home?"
"Fortunately, we were able to locate the shard of glass and safely removed it. All of Sam's tests came back negative. We'd like to keep him here until the afternoon." Dr. Ewan grinned.
"Hear that, Sammy-boy? You're home free!" Dean hugged his brother once more.
"Dean! There's needles in my arms, man!"
After Dean separated from his brother he went to go address the small group in the waiting room.
"We can take him home in the afternoon!"
There were cheers of glee, only to be silenced by the nursing staff.
Gabriel hugged his cousin fiercely as well as Dean.
"Alright, Deano. I'm gonna head home, I got a sub to cover me tomorrow. Cassie, call me when you're going to pick up Gigantor, alright?"
Gabriel was buzzing with happiness, singing along to an old Lady Gaga CD in his car until he reached his apartment.
He opened the door and shut it with his hip.
"You gave him a key to your apartment, already? Tsk, tsk, Gabriel. It's only been, what, a month or so?" A British accent cut through the air.
The massive chair spun around, revealing a blonde hair in a dark blue v-neck. He looked around the same age as Gabriel, if not older. He dangled the golden ring Gabriel had made for Sam.
"So, you're Balthazar?" Gabriel spit out the name "Can I help you with something now that you broke into my apartment?" Gabriel headed into the kitchen.
"Staying away from Sam would be great." Gabriel could hear the smirk interwoven with the words.
"That's not going to happen. I have a question for you, though. Where the fuck did you get Sam's key?" Gabriel downed a glass of water before wandering back into the living room. He searched through his records, his back to the other man.
"People forget about the simplest of things when they've been hit with a wine bottle, don't you agree?"
Gabriel turned to face the Brit slowly, a fire igniting in his eyes.
"Oh, come now, Mr. Milton. I've looked you up. Surely a bright man like you shouldn't have a problem piecing these things together." Balthazar strode towards Gabriel, his movements almost vulture like.
"If you couldn't solve this then how do you expect to care for dear Samuel, hm? Who knows, maybe something worse to happen to him."
"You fucking son of a BITCH!" Gabriel growled, lunging at the fair-haired man. His fist collided with Balthazar's nose, relishing in the glorious sound of bone breaking. Gabriel punched and kicked until his opponent was reduced to bloody, unconscious heap on the floor.
Gabriel winced as he dialed Jody Mills' number, his knuckles were bloody and bruised, probably broken.
"Gabriel? It's two in the morning. You better have a good reason to be calling." The ex-sheriff demanded.
"I found and detained Sam Winchester's attacker. You might want to send over a patrol car down to Yerba Buena Lofts on Folsom. And bring an ambulance." Gabriel spoke, his voice eerily calm.
He hung up and stared at Balthazar, who was beginning to wake up. Gabriel grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close "Now listen here, you English sack of shit. If you talk to Sam, go near Sam, or be in the same fucking room as Sam. I will make your life a living hell and you'll be begging for the death penalty." He tossed Balthazar aside like a Raggedy Ann doll.
It took less than twenty minutes for the police and paramedics to arrive.
Gabriel's hand was being wrapped as he agreed to come down to the station in the evening.
Once everyone had let, Gabriel poured himself a glass of Jack and blared his music in attempt to douse the fire in his veins.
"Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father. Run for your children, for your sisters and your brothers. Leave all love and your longing behind, you can't carry it with you if you want to survive. The dog day are over, the dog days are done. Can you hear the horses, 'cause here they come!"