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Gabriel sat cross legged at the head of his bed, his IV line suddenly very interesting. He felt queasy and his head ached something awful. He heard the door to his room creak open quietly, but he didn't look up. He felt a dip as Sam sat down on the end of the bed.

Sam mirrored Gabriel's position. Gabriel looked up at Sam. He was ashen looking and was wearing a new set of clothes. He gave Gabriel a weak smile. He pushed a cold sandwich and a bottle of orange juice towards Gabriel.

"Eat, you'll feel better," Sam said before digging into his own sandwich. Gabriel picked up his food and put it on the table before placing his head in Sam's lap and his hand on his outer thigh.

"Are you okay?" Gabriel asked softly, tears coming to his eyes.

"Yeah….I just needed a minute," Sam said. A blush rose on Sam's cheeks. "That and I had to change my clothes."

"Oh my god." Gabriel covered his face with his hands. Sam chuckled softly.

Sam took to the unexpected mating amazing well. While Sam didn't really feel anything, Gabriel's grace had sparked hot in his body. His grace swirled in his stomach with a white hot intensity, much more noticeable then before. At some times it was so intense he was physically sick. That was when Gabriel thought there might actually be another problem entirely.

Gabriel had finally stopped throwing up and had his head resting on Sam's chest. Sam ran a hand through Gabe's hair, talking softly.

"You know, Crowley really isn't a bad guy."

Gabriel looked up at Sam, shocked. "Are you serious?"

Sam let out a small smile. "Crowley is a good guy, Fergus is the problem."

"Who?" Asked Gabriel confused.

Sam let out a loud breathe. "I used to date Crowley, back in college. He was a nice guy then, a little…. Unorthodox, but a nice guy. Until his sister died. Then he started…. Getting mean and violent. He started hitting me, and then he would apologize up and down and say it wasn't him. And I put up with it for a long time. Then one night, he barged into my dorm. He thought I was cheating on him. He beat me so bad I passed out. Dean found me a day later when I wouldn't answer his calls. I was in the hospital for weeks. The cops arrested him and when I got out of the hospital I went to confront him. It wasn't the same guy that had hurt me that night. He lost a lot of weight and he…. I don't know, something just wasn't right. So, I hired one of the best psychologists in the state and paid for a mental evaluation."

"Is that how you go this scar?" Gabe asked, running his fingers over a thin scar just under Sam's hairline. He nodded.

"I had swelling in my brain. I was in rehab for months to learn to walk again."

"What happened with the psychologist?"

"He was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder. He couldn't deal with his sister dying properly, so an alternate personality, Fergus, came out. Fergus is a sociopath. He doesn't have emotions, and that's exactly what Crowley needed, to be strong and not deal with things. So they transferred him to a mental hospital. He was there for about half a year until they found a good medication that let him smother down his other personality and be himself again. The day he got out of the hospital, I went to pick him up. That first night I had him back, It was like nothing had ever happened. He was that same guy that I had been dating a couple years before. When he's on his medication, he's fine, but when he gets stressed, he goes off them. And then Fergus takes over, I finally couldn't take it anymore."

Gabriel was quiet. "I'm sorry he hurt you."

"I'm sorry he hurt you."

Gabriel recalled the words Crowley, no Fergus, said shortly after they met. I'm not cruel. I'm actually quiet sympathetic, but only if you listen to me and don't fight it, once you start disobeying me, that's when I'll get mean. I hope you both learn that early on.

He thinks Crowley was trying to warn him.

Castiel trailed close behind Crowley, the little angel fidgety from being away from his brother for a whole night. Castiel had a terrible time trying to sleep outside by himself. He had scratched at the porch until Crowley carried him into the house and let him sleep in his bed with him.

Crowley talked to a man for a very long time while Castiel looked around the immediate area. Every shelf was covered in angel care supplies. Castiel was especially enraptured with a fleecy chick yellow blanket. It was so soft and warm. The angel ran the material over his cheek.

"You like that Castiel?" Castiel jumped at the sound of Crowley's voice, afraid he might be in trouble. Castiel put the blanket back on the shelf and then looked down at the floor, hands behind his back. The man Crowley was talking to spoke to him in Enochian.

"He wants to know if you like the blanket."

Castiel looked up at Crowley bashfully. He nodded. Crowley smiled before grabbing the light yellow blanket and a baby blue one of the same material. Crowley handed the blankets to the man. After a few minutes the man came back with the blue blanket in a bag and he handed the yellow blanket to Cas.

Crowley kneeled in front of Castiel and lifted up the corner of the blanket. Sewn in light blue thread, Castiel recognized the word as his own name in human speak. Crowley had actually bought the blanket for him. Unable to express his gratitude in any other way he threw his arms around Crowley's waist. Crowley stroked his hair for a moment before Castiel moved away. Crowley bought a few more things and they went to get Gabriel.

Gabriel sat with his legs swung over the side of the bed, head in hands. Shivers wracked his body. He was dressed in clean jeans and a black shirt with sewn in strap across the back of it to keep his wings presses against his body. They didn't stop him from pulling out his wings, they just made it easier to rest them. Crowley ran a hand threw his hair.

"He developed a fever late last night, he should be fine if you give him his antibiotics twice a day and keep him hydrate," Dean said, handing a prescription bag to Crowley.

Sam had said goodbye to Gabriel privately, promising to come check on him in a few days. Gabriel rested his hand against the mark on Sam's thigh.
"Thank you," he said softly. "For not rejecting…this." He said making a vague hand gesture between the two of them.

Sam smiled sadly. "Just because I don't feel it right now, doesn't mean I wouldn't like the opportunity to one day."

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