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No energy because I spent the afternoon writing a Destiel oneshot. Ugghhhhh…

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25. Kiss every chance they get

"What was that for?" Sam said in surprise when Gabriel randomly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"I wanted to," Gabriel shrugged, returning to his TV show.

Then, a little later on:

"C'mere, Sammich." Gabriel tugged a startled Sam into a hug and kissed him on the lips. "Wanna go out tonight? Just you and me and a coupla suckers we can swindle cash outta?"

"Uh…sure," Sam said dumbly. "Dean'll appreciate the extra cash, especially since we're going on a case tomorrow."

Gabriel scoffed and waved a hand.

"Green's not an issue, Moosey." He kissed Sam on the chin and bit gently. "I'm an archangel. It's just fun to earn it rather than conjure it."

"Right," Sam said dryly. "Because cheating people out of money is the moral high ground."

"But of course!"

Going out to a bar with Gabriel was remarkably similar to going there with Dean, the only major difference being that Gabriel was a celestial being and couldn't get drunk. It was extremely helpful when they found a group of rich-looking frat boys and Gabriel could down drink after drink, acting drunker and drunker while not actually being intoxicated, and lulling the frat boys into a false sense of security. From there, it was almost insultingly easy for him to smash their asses at pool while Sam watched from a nearby table.

"Hey there, handsome," a voice purred. Sam jumped and whirled around, cursing himself for letting his guard down, but it was just a woman with sleek black hair, tight jeans and a slim-fitting shirt. Then again, if there was one thing Sam had learned, it was that looks could be deceiving.

"Christo," he muttered. The woman frowned at him.

"Pardon?"

"I – said hello."

The woman smiled.

"Let me buy you a drink?"

Sam shook his head and took a sip of his beer.

"I'm good, thanks."

"You sure, sugar?"

Sam looked over his shoulder, to where Gabriel was still playing against the frat boys who clearly couldn't handle defeat.

"Sorry, I'm taken. And I don't generally go home with people I've just met if I can help it."

The woman pouted.

"Aww. Too bad." She held out a hand. "Jane."

Sam eyed her suspiciously but shook her hand.

"Sam."

"Which one is he? The short one who's kicking those idiots' asses?"

Sam grinned goofily at Gabriel, who had deliberately fumbled a shot to keep the boys on their toes.

"Yep. That's him."

"Hmm. You got good taste, I can tell you that much."

"Yeah. So I'm not interested or anything."

"Funnily enough, I got that as soon as you said you were taken," Jane drawled. "I just want intelligent conversation before I go off to get laid. Sue me. Actually, that's why I picked you. You look smart."

"Uh…thanks?" But Sam began to warm to Jane now that she wasn't eyeing him like a trophy or something.

"So tell me, Sam. What books do you read? I got you pegged as intelligent, so if you disappoint me then I'm afraid I'll have to rescind my company."

"Oh yes, because that would be a shame," Sam said sarcastically, though he was grinning.

Halfway through his conversation with Jane about Stephen King books – because really, how could Sam not read horror with the life he lived? – they were interrupted by Gabriel seemingly popping up out of nowhere and plopping himself down in Sam's lap.

"You nerds are giving me a headache," he declared, fishing a candy bar out of his jacket. "We came here to have fun, Samsquatch, not catch up on book club."

"I find books fun," Sam said. "So does Jane."

"Ah. Jane. So that's your name." Gabriel squinted at Jane. "You're lucky I'm not the jealous type, missy."

Jane concealed a rather unladylike snort behind her hand.

"Trust me," she said. "I got the message when Sam here shot googly eyes at you. I was nearly sick."

Sam scowled at her. Gabriel grinned and kissed Sam square on the mouth.

"Good." He kissed Sam again. "Because this ass here is mine."

"Aww, shucks. Well, I'm gonna go find a guy who's hopefully not too dumb. I mean, I know I'm the 'slut' looking for a night of fun but even I have standards."

"You're not a slut," Sam said firmly. "There's nothing wrong with one night stands."

Jane smiled at him.

"You're sweet, Jumbo. Pity your boyfriend here snapped you up first. Hope I see you around."

"You were jealous," Sam smirked at Gabriel when Jane was gone. "I can't believe you were jealous."

"Can ya blame me?" Gabriel took a bite of his bar and then kissed Sam again. "You're way outta my league, Sammy."

Sam's stomach did a weird flip-flop.

"Try the other way around, Gabe."