Prompt: Endlessly by The Cab
When Dean died, Sam didn't speak for a month. Bobby gave up on everything. Cas had supposedly gone back to heaven to continue as a soldier of the Lord. Gabriel knew better. He knew Cas was really trying to find a way to raise him once again from perdition.
It was a moot point, but Gabriel wasn't about to tell Cas that. Besides, he had bigger problems to deal with: Sam.
Normally, he used humor in these kinds of situations. The one and only time he'd tried a joke, Sam had slammed him against the wall and threatened his manly parts. After that, Gabriel went with just being silent and being there.
Dean's birthday rolled around and, as expected, it was the worst day they had since the funeral. Sam spent the whole day sitting on the front stoop drinking beer. But he didn't get drunk. Nothing could cut through the gravity and sorrow weighing on his soul.
That night, when Sam entered his rom, he found Gabriel. His bed had been made and turned down.
"You can lay off the suicide watch now, Gabriel." Sam said, taking off his shoes, then his socks. "I'm not gonna do anything."
"That's not why I'm here and you know it." Gabriel spoke so softly and calmly that it almost didn't sound like him. He then started unbuttoning Sam's shirt, sliding it off his shoulders.
"Gabriel, what are you—"
"Shh, Sam. Just let me do this," Gabriel whispered. He continued to undress Sam. "I love you. And I know that this is the worst possible time to realize it. So I'm not pushing anything. Not until you're ready." Sam was now down to just his boxers. Gabriel went on. "But right now, you need this as much as I do."
The angel stripped to his briefs and told Sam to lay down. He lay behind him, curled against his back with his arm around Sam's waist.
Sam began to cry. Gabriel placed a chaste kiss on the top of this spine and whispered comforting words to his love.
This went on for months. Season passed. Trees lost their leaves and gained them back. Everyone started to heal.
Including Sam.
Without sadness clouding his vision, he could see just how much Gabriel had cared for him. For the past year and a half, the angel had done nothing but care for him. The angel loved him.
So on the night of Dean's birthday, Sam made his bed and turned it down. In the middle of the bed, he placed a single piece of paper with song lyrics on it.
There's a shop down the street,
Where they sell plastic rings,
For a quarter a piece, I swear it.
Yeah, I know that it's cheap,
Not like gold in your dreams,
But I hope that you'll still wear it.
Yeah, the ink may stain my skin,
And my jeans may all be ripped.
I'm not perfect, but I swear,
I'm perfect for you.
And there's no guarantee,
That this will be easy.
It's not a miracle you need, believe me.
Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me,
But I will love you endlessly.
Wings aren't what you need, you need me.
At bed time, Sam entered his room to find Gabriel sitting on the bed read the paper.
"Sam…" Gabriel started, but he stopped the angel.
"I love you too, Gabriel. You've been selfless the past few years. And I've finally realized my own feelings, "Sam got down on one knee and pulled out a cheap, blue, plastic ring. "I know it isn't much. And that you could magic one much better but—"
"Yes."
"You don't have to—"
"Yes."
This time when they went to sleep, Sam cried out Gabriel's name instead of simply crying.