Chapter 25

Rated: T

Warnings: none, just a bit of schmoop (tehe, I like that word)

So, here goes today's chapter! A bit short, I know, but hey – it says 'drabbles' in the summary.

No matter how late it was when Sam went to bed, Gabriel was there.

Sometimes he teleported into their room as soon as Dean was showering, sometimes he apparently had some angel- or trickster-stuff to do and snuggled into Sam's arms when he was already in bed.

Sam was pretty thankful for his company, and sometimes, it even was the only thought that brought him through a hard day – whether it was a day with a particularly exhausting or difficult hunt, or just a day of Dean being a douche to the max – that Gabriel was waiting for him. There were days when they checked in at the nearest motel, clothes still stained with blood or undefinable goo, and the adrenaline from the fight was still pumping through Sam's veins. Those were the days when Sam swooped Gabriel up into his arms, pulled him into the bathroom and fucked him against the door as soon as said door was closed and locked.

But there were the mentally exhausting days as well, where Sam was simply happy to have a warm body laying next to him, holding him tight. He felt protected with Gabriel's arms around him. Which was kinda reasonable, because obviously Gabriel was an archangel, but it felt like so much more than that to Sam. And when the angel was the one to play the big spoon for one night, it was kind of funny because of their size difference. Sam often found himself turning around in Gabriel's arms and pulling him to his chest like an oversized teddy bear. Thinking of Gabriel with the adjective "oversized" in the same train of thought was still almost funnier.

And then there were the days were Sam fell into bed after a finished hunt, totally spent, limbs bruised in every possible way, every muscle sore and hurting from head to toe. The days when he didn't even bother to shower before falling into bed. Mostly, those were the days when they didn't find a motel until the early morning hours. Or when a spirit had been particularly persistent. Those were the sweetest nights, though.

Gabriel wouldn't even try to get near him to snuggle or cuddle in any way, knowing that he might accidentally hit a bruise or wound and would wake up Sam. So he just popped in, slipped under the sheets beside him, and took his hands, kissing the knuckles and fingers carefully. Comforting his hunter as good as he could just by signalizing that he was there. Gabriel also may or may not send a little healing power of his through Sam on these occasions, so he didn't hurt too much and slept well. Of course he would have been able to heal Sam completely, but first, bruises were kinda in a hunter's MO, and second, Dean would be pissed because he didn't get that treatment.

But Sam knew Gabriel cared, and that was all he needed.

And when Sam woke up in the morning, there was a midget archangel laying beside him, head buried in his pillow, curly hair sticking in all directions and smiling at him. It was the best kind to wake up ever to be invented.