A/N: Well, my bastard computer's being a bitch again. The Wifi is connecting but won't load anything so this is being loaded from another computer.

Anyway, enough of my whining, please, enjoy the Destiel I decided to add.


Dean was heading home from work, his back killing him from a particularly hard day of lifting boxes of parts in the storeroom. A new shipment had come in and Lee was nowhere to be seen so Dean had to do it all by himself, cutting into his time and projects. He had to stay an extra two hours later than his usual shift, which was midnight to eight in the morning. Working at a machine shop that was open twenty-four seven was Hell, plain and simple. The only thing that he had to look forward to was the fact that Castiel would still be home. He had switched to the graveyard shift at the hospital when he had heard that Dean would be working nights. Just thinking about Castiel made Dean smile, he was so proud when he had graduated, standing up and yelling when he had walked across the stage and took his medical degree.

Dean was pulled out of his train of thought when Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back started playing from his pocket. Dean practically clawed the phone out his jeans, answering it in record speed. He made a mental note not to let Cas around his phone alone anymore, the trickster part of Gabriel rubbed off on him and frankly, Cas' tricks were not particularly funny.

"Winchester." Dean looked around quickly, making sure that there wasn't anyone who knew him around.

"I'll take you up on the beer now." Dean didn't have to ask to know that it was Gabriel.

"It's ten o'clock in the morning." Dean was glancing up and down the road before running across, dodging cars as they sped by.

"It's five o'clock some where." The lack of banter told Dean that there was something wrong; Gabriel would never let Dean sass him without a retort.

"Fine. Cas and I will meet you at the Roadhouse in twenty." Dean shut the phone, knowing that Gabriel would argue and want to go to one of the city bars, ones that Dean swore were clubs under the disguise of being bars. The Roadhouse was a diamond in the rough according to Dean, hidden in the depths of the city where most people wouldn't look.

Dean arrived at his and Castiel's apartment in two minutes, placing his coat on the hook behind the door before rolling over the back of their couch to hit it with a contented sigh.

"Dean, how many times do I need to tell you that if you continue to do that you will ruin the furniture?" Castiel was walking towards Dean from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his scrubs that he hadn't changed out of yet.

Dean grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him down on top of him, placing a kiss of his lips before saying, "One more time. Maybe you should punish me, help me remember."

Castiel chuckled, pulling on Dean's lower lip with his teeth before responding, "It'll have to wait. Gabriel called, said to meet him at the Roadhouse." Castiel stood up, walking down the hallway to their room, "We need to be there in twenty minutes."

Castiel disappeared into the room, Dean leaning his head back on the couch and groaning, cockblocked again by Gabriel. The dude wasn't even around and he was still toying with Dean. He perked up at the sound of Castiel's voice again, seeing his fiancé poking his head out into the hallway, "It only takes five minutes to get there Dean."

Dean could have sworn he broke the sound barrier as he sprinted to their room, Castiel laughing at his lover's enthusiasm.


Gabriel sat in the booth alone, his back to the door, a glass turning in his hands. He was in the corner of the establishment, hidden from anyone who didn't know where to look. Fortunately, Castiel and Dean did.

Castiel slid into the booth first, Dean following after him. Placing his arm on the back of the booth, Dean pulled Castiel into his side, looking at the miserable creature before him. "So what is it this time?"

Gabriel looked up at the two of them, his face turning bitter at the sight, "Would you two get a room? Seriously, no one wants to see that."

Dean put his arm down, scooting over a fraction as Castiel said, "So it has to do with Kali."

Gabriel scowled, looking back down at the cup. That was response enough for Castiel, so he continued, "What happened?"

Gabriel paused, not sure how much he should say, "She broke up with me."

Dean let out a laugh, cut short by Castiel's glare, "What's the big deal? You two break up all the time."

"The big deal Winchester, is that I think I might stay broken up with her." Both Castiel's and Dean's head snapped around to look at Gabriel, jaws hanging just a fraction open.

Dean was the first one to react, slightly disbelieving, "But, I thought she was like, your soul mate or whatever."

"That's before he came back." Gabriel was looking sheepishly back down at his glass again, the words whispered out of his mouth.

Castiel spoke softly, ducking his head, trying to catch a glimpse of Gabriel's face, "Who's back Gabriel?"

Gabriel lifted his head and his rye, taking a long drag before answering with a bit of reluctance, "Sam."

Castiel tilted his head, "But you said that he was imaginary."

Dean looked in between the two of them, confusion written all over his face, "Okay I'm completely lost. Who's Sam?"

Castiel turned to Dean, he was the only person that Gabriel had ever told about Sam, "Sam was Gabriel's imaginary friend when he was young. You could say he was his best friend." Turning back to Gabriel he continued, "But why would he return now?"

"I don't know. That's the problem, he's just going to disappear again, so why even come back?" Gabriel was avoiding making eye contact with Castiel or Dean, choosing instead to look at a spot on the wall just between both of their heads.

"You love him, don't you?" Dean was leaning forward on the table, his elbows supporting his weight. Gabriel didn't answer, instead deciding to take another drink from his nearly empty cup, "You're in love with an imaginary person? Oh that's rich."

Gabriel glared at Dean, the tumbler slamming down on the table, "He's not imaginary."

Dean turned to Castiel, "But you just said-"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "He's an imaginary friend, but he's real."

Both Dean's and Castiel's faces were blank, neither of them understanding what Gabriel had just said. With a sigh Gabriel explained, "Sam is an imaginary friend, he takes care of children up to the age of eight and then moves on to another child as soon as they hit their ninth birthday. That was the last time that I saw Sam until now. Apparently, according to him at least, they never see their child again, until me."

"So what, you're special or something?" Dean was trying his hardest not to be skeptical, but what Gabriel was saying just couldn't be true.

"Do I look like I know?" Gabriel was glaring again, Dean backing off at the look.

"Gabriel, it's just hard to believe what you are saying. Perhaps if we saw Sam it would be easier to believe." Castiel was trying to defuse the bomb that was Gabriel, something he had a lot of practice doing.

"Fine." Gabriel pulled out his phone, glad that he had asked for Sam's number.

The phone rang five times before Sam's voice came out of the earpiece, "Hello?"

"Hi Gigantor. It's Gabriel." Gabriel instantly brightened, ignoring Dean's smirk across the booth.

"What's up?" Gabriel could hear voices in the background, which he found odd since Sam didn't have a television that he knew of.

"I was wondering if you could stop by a bar called The Roadhouse, my friends don't believe you're real." Gabriel smirked right back at Dean, which earned him the classy response of Dean flipping him the bird. Castiel just rolled his eyes at the two of them.

"Sure, I'll be there in a couple of minutes. See you then." Gabriel was smiling as he hung up the phone, his mood already lifting.

The three of them made small talk while waiting for Sam show up, mostly about their jobs and the wedding planning that both Castiel and Dean were avoiding. The only reason that they were having a ceremony was for their families. If either of them had their way they would have been hitched in Las Vegas a long time ago.

Their conversation was cut short when Dean looked up, noticing the man who had just walked into the bar, "Holy shit! Look at the size of that guy!"

Castiel looked up and Gabriel turned around, smiling when he saw Sam glancing around the general area. Waving at him Gabriel called, "Sam! Over here!"

Sam walked over as Dean leaned forward, whispering, "That's Sam?" Gabriel nodded as Dean moved back into an upright position, "He's fucking massive!"

Gabriel stood when Sam had made it to their booth, motioning to Dean and Castiel as he said, "Sam, this is Dean and Castiel. Guys, Sam."

Sam slid into the booth, reaching across the table to shake both of their hands, "Nice to meet you."

Dean just stared, Castiel replying, "Likewise."

"So, you're imaginary huh?" Dean was sizing Sam up, his cocky attitude coming back.

Gabriel slid into the booth beside Sam, Sam shifting uncomfortably as he answered, "Uh, yeah. I guess Gabriel told you about that."

"What does that entail?" Sam was a bit unnerved by Castiel's gaze. He figured that it was something that you got use to eventually.

"Well, I am assigned a child to love and care for until their ninth birthday. After that I am given a new child and the cycle continues." Sam shifted again, uncomfortable with three pairs of eyes one him, "It's kind of straight forward."

"So why are you here? Gabriel is a grown man." Dean snorted at that, earning a sideways look from Castiel.

"That is what I am trying to figure out. To tell the truth, this has never happened before. I'm walking blind." Sam shrugged, trying to make it seem like less of a problem than it was.

Dean and Castiel left it at that, sure that if Sam had anything else that they needed to know he would inform them in time. For the next few hours they made small talk, getting to know each other through stories and the odd question or two. They found out that Sam had been around since the Mesopotamian period, Castiel becoming very interested in that. He spoke a multitude of languages, but only twenty of them fluently; English (British, American and Canadian if anyone counted like that), Latin, French, German, Spanish, Russian, Hebrew, Greek, Celtic, Portuguese (which Gabriel didn't think counted), Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, Korean, Malay, Turkish, Farsi, Danish, Norwegian, and a language consisting of mainly clicks and grunts. After a few drinks he also admitted that he spoke Klingon, Elvin and Dwarfish, which Dean was ecstatic about.

Sam was getting up to get the next round of dinking, pushing Gabriel out of his way so he could get out of the booth, when Gabriel chuckled. "Who's the lucky girl Sam?"

"What?" Sam paused, turning back to the booth, looking down at Gabriel.

Gabriel pointed at his neck, a smile playing across his face, "Do I know her? Was it Jessica? Sam you sly dog!" That last sentence was accompanied by a nudge from Gabriel's elbow. No one could tell that Gabriel was screaming on the inside.

Sam pulled his collar down a fraction and saw what Gabriel was talking about. There was a bruise crawling up from his shoulder to his neck from where Jake came awfully close to pulling off a cheap shot. "Oh that. No, that's from my sparing partner."

"Is that a new term for sex?" Castiel looked at Sam for confirmation, his head tilted.

Sam blushed, shaking his head, "No, it's a boxing term. I was fighting another guy and he got a shot in. Guess I didn't see it before." That was a lie; he had never bruised before so there was no reason for Sam to even think about covering up a bruise so people didn't see.

"You sure Sammy? Cause that looks awfully hickey-shaped to me." Dean was cocky, leaning back in the booth and putting his arm back around Castiel.

"It's Sam. And I would know if it was hickey or not." Sam wasn't actually annoyed with Dean, he liked the guy, he just sounded like it.

Dean just smiled wider and winked, "Sure thing Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes and walked to the bar, not seeing the sigh of relief that Gabriel let out. When Sam came back Dean looked at his watch, a look of surprise crossing his face. "Shit, it's almost two. Sorry guys but I gotta go. Bobby's expecting me if a few hours and I need to sleep."

As Dean got out of the booth Castiel followed saying, "I must leave also. I am taking a double shift at the hospital tonight and I need my rest."

Gabriel scoffed at that, muttering into his glass something that soundly very similar to 'Sleeping, right.'

Dean raised an eyebrow at that, sending Gabriel a pointed look, "What did you say?"

Gabriel put his hands up, trying to look as harmless as possible, "Nothing. I'm as pure as the driven snow."

Dean shook his head as he put an arm around Castiel and left the bar, Castiel leaning into his touch. Both Sam and Gabriel watched as they left, Sam taking their spot across from Gabriel, both turning back to their drinks at the same time.

"How long have they been together?" Sam fiddled with his beer before taking a drink, looking to Gabriel for the answer.

"About eight years now, but you would think it would be longer with the way they act around each other. I swear, they put old married couples to shame." Gabriel was a bit bitter, but it wasn't his fault he was jealous. It was a perfectly normal human reaction.

"Really eight years? And they still act like, well, that?" Sam was surprised; he hadn't seen many couples now a days remain so touchy after that long.

Gabriel laughed, making Sam's stomach turn and heat pool in his gut. "You thought that was bad? That was toned down; they were barely touching each other. Usually Dean is trying to jerk Castiel off without me noticing. They have yet to do so." Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at that, smiling just a bit.

"So you are telling me that the level of eye fucking that I just witnessed is below average?" Sam was shocked. The two men had been making Sam uncomfortable after five minutes, which resulted in him trying desperately to take their attention from each other just to put the heat between them on pause for maybe a moment.

"I'm pretty sure they mentally fuck each other telepathically at work. It's impressive." Sam laughed at that, Gabriel melting at the sound, the baritone of Sam's voice sending shivers down his spine.

They sat in silence for a few seconds, just staring at each other before Gabriel's phone went off. With a huff Gabriel pulled it out of his jean's pocket. His face dropped when he saw that it was from Michael, they had made a decision about which company they were going with.

"Sorry Sam, but duty calls." Gabriel took his glass in his hands, downing the last bit of rye that he had. Slipping out of the booth Gabriel put a fifty on the table and went out the doors, but not without casting one last longing glance at Sam before he disappeared from his sight.