*Lyrics from Stuttering by Fefe Dobson

"I tried to believe you but something is wrong

You won't look in my eyes, tell me what's going on

It's you and me against the world

That's what you said, that's what you said."

Gabriel's P.O.V.

After dinner, Sam and Bobby had left to go catch up, Cas had followed Dean outside, and me? Well, I was in Sam's room. It didn't even look like his room anymore. I'd done one hell of a number on it. Lit only by vanilla candles that gave off of a warm fragrance, rose petals scattered all over the floor, piano music playing from the stereo, the bed turned down. Oh yes, I knew how to set a mood. Smiling, I gave myself a once over in the mirror. I looked excellent in the suit I'd manifested.

"Gabriel, are you in here?" Sam called as he walked in…and stopped.

His eyes widened as he took in the room. Then his eyes strayed to me, in my dark red dress shirt, dress slacks, and unbuttoned suit jacket. I held a single red rose and my best charming leer. It looked like confusion and desire were fighting for dominance over his expression. Turns out they compromised and were both expressed equally.

"Um, Gabriel…what's with the makeover?"

I walked over and caressed the side of his face with the silken petals of the rose, my voice a husky whisper. "I've been in your head, Sammy. This is every fantasy you've ever had come to life."

"That's not true." He said it too quickly. It was a lie and we both knew it.

I continued to run the soft petals over his face. "It's you and me, Sam. That's all that matters."

"If you don't want this…" Knowing I had the upper hand, that I'd caught him while his guard was down, I leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Then tell me no."

With that, I laid the rose down on the dresser and grabbed him by his shirt, using my superhuman strength to knock him down onto the bed. His eyes watched my every movement as I unbuttoned the maroon dress shirt. He had yet to stop me. I slowly slid the suit jacket off and let it drop to the floor. Still no protests.

Finally, he managed words. "What about Bobby and Dean and Cas…" he trailed off.

"The door was rigged to lock the minute you walked in. No one is going to interrupt," I assured him, straddling his waist.

"Are you sure? That you want this, I mean?"

I looked at him like he'd grown two heads and a tail. "Seriously, Sammy? This place is decked out like the cover of a romance novel. Trust me, I'm sure."

"You know I love you, right?" The words were spoke with an affectionate smile.

"Yeah. It's good to hear it out loud though."

I leaned down and kissed him, his fingers wrapping themselves in my hair. He used his free hand to push my shirt off and toss it aside. Heat flushed through my body, our soulmate bond strengthening so much that I couldn't even feel Castiel's grace from the sheer mental weight of it. But he was with Dean, meaning he was safe, so I allowed myself to feel only Sam and the sensations numbing all coherent thoughts that had hoped to crowd my mind.

The dominant streak I had been working to bring out finally sprung forward, Sam letting out a low growl as he flipped me over onto my back. I pulled his shirt over his head, flinging it carelessly aside. Technically I could have just snapped and had our clothes off, but I was having too much fun watching him struggle with my dress slacks. I was pretty sure they were torn by the time he finally got me out of them.

"And Sam?" I added. "I love you too."

"Damn…archangels…all…to hell," Sam panted hours later.

I smirked. "What's wrong, can't keep up?"

"Well three rounds later, I'm a little bit tired."

"I guess that means round four is out of the question?"

"Gabriel!"

"What?"

He rolled his eyes and lazily ran his fingers through my hair. We were laying side by side, turned to face each other. I'd never admit it, but I was so tired I could have fallen asleep right there. He looked like he was having issues keeping his eyes open. Smiling fondly, I ran my hand over the side of his face, the simple but soothing motion lulling him to sleep.

As I drifted off to sleep as well, I felt my wings slowly fold from my back and envelop us in a soft embrace. They were large and wrapped around both of us, the candlelight catching the subtle bronze highlights and making them shine beautifully. All angel wings were beautiful, but the wings of an archangel were stunning to the point of being majestic.

My grace was filled with unbelievable contentment, and I could feel that his soul was in the same state. We were finally joined in the truest sense of the word. He was mine, now and forever. We'd staked a claim on each other that no one could remove. Sam Winchester knew every inch of me, from my grace, to my body, to my heart. I knew him just as well.

A banging on the door jolted me out of my almost sleep. Sam blinked tiredly as Dean's voice came from outside.

"Sam, get the hell up, we're leaving!"

"Why?" Sam asked, yawning.

"These fucking angels are just like every other feathery bastard we've ever met. They've lied, and faked, and we are leaving." His voice had dropped to a feral growl at the end.

Sam propped himself on one elbow and stared down at me confusedly. I felt as if my heart was in my feet. There was only one possible thing that could have Dean this angry. My heartbeat got so fast that I started almost hyperventilating, and ignoring Dean's yelling, Sam wrapped his arms around me and tried to get me calmed down. My wings were tense as a wire and drawn close to my back. He spoke over my shoulder to his infuriated brother.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

The older Winchester's voice was heavily cold and sarcastic. "Oh nothing much, just that they got our father killed."

"What?"

Sam went stiff. His arms were rigid around me. "G-Gabriel, is that true?" he whispered.

Tears were coming to my eyes. "Sammy, I'm so sorry…"

"I don't, don't wanna hear you're sorry now

The best thing you can do for me is just spit it out

I don't, don't wanna hear you're sorry now

Stop, stop stuttering your words, it's only making you look worse."