Really? Her?!

A/N: Hey guys, not me getting overly emotional and completely losing track of time. I've already cried on and off three or four times. At any rate, I couldn't bear to have sabriel go out on tears tonight. Perhaps it's a symbol of my lasting hope for a happy ending. Still Number 3 will go up tonight, I am determined to type around the tears. It's a rewrite of a con story so we'll probably could use a laugh. ENJOY! R&R PLZ!

"Sammy?"

"…"

"Sam?"

"…"

"Samuel?"

"…"

"Sugar?"

"…"

Gabriel groaned dismally, "Oh come on sweetness, how long are you going to grump?" He was currently perched on the end of Sam's bed while the tall hunter sat, stretched out, looking at something on his laptop. They'd worked out what to do with Lucifer but Rowena needed some more ingredients. "You're going to talk to me eventually. We both know it so let's just get it over with."

Sam continued to say nothing while surfing.

Gabriel flopped on his back, hands behind his head. "For the record, I know why you're pissed and I know you aren't actually mad at me. Well you are. But you're more mad at yourself really. You're the one who insisted on 'no promises'."

Silence.

"I mean seriously Sam, I was all ready to go steady with you – which is a feat in and of itself – and you shut it down. Shut me down."

Had Gabriel been looking at Sam, he would've seen the hunter's eyes flick over to him for moment. As it was, Sam stayed quiet and Gabriel just kept talking.

"Was it the mature thing to do? Probably not. But between you and the Grace thing, I was feeling a little less than top form. I wanted to get back in the saddle as it were. Besides it's always been on my bucket list to bang a 300-year-old witch."

"That's highly specific," Sam did not look away from his screen. "Were there spots for 100, 200, and 400-year-old witches too?"

"HE SPEAKS!" Gabe crowed triumphantly. "I must say though you are adorable when you're jealous Sammy dear."

"Wasn't jealous."

"Uh I think you brooding for the last half hour says otherwise."

"Wasn't brooding." Sam squinted at the text onscreen. "I've been ignoring you…" typing, "because…" more typing, "I didn't want to talk about it."

"Well now you're talking about it," Gabriel pointed out.

"Am not."

"Are too!"

Sam shrugged, "Your opinion."

"Alright," Gabe grabbed the laptop and put it aside. "What's going on?"

"Look I don't care if you banged Rowena. Okay that's a lie, I care – but only because it reminded me of why I said 'no promises' to begin with."

"Which was…" Gabe prompted.

"Gabriel I can't keep you. I've lost everyone who's ever meant anything to me. Especially the people I've been with. Jess, Sarah, Ruby if you count her, even you! I've lost you how many times already? And we never even slept together."

"Ah the sex curse, should've known," the angel nodded sagely.

"The what?" Sam looked puzzled.

"Yeah big guy," Gabe gave him his closest approximation to sympathy. "It's kind of a – let's not call it a running gag, that's too blasé – let's just say it is understood that those who become involved with you romantically tend not to be blessed in the longevity department."

Sam sighed, "I'd be more mad if it wasn't painfully accurate, emphasis on the pain. That's why I said no promises, I could have you and still not have you. I guess I thought I could pretend to have something without worrying about losing it"

"Sam anything worth having is worth being scared of losing, that's the trade. The point is to fight to keep it."

"I have fought. So many times. And I lose. I couldn't bear that with you."

Gabriel smirked, "Aw Sammy are you that sweet on me?"

Sam flicked his forehead, "Nothing less than love would make me tolerate your bullshit."

"Ditto kid."

"Do NOT Swayze me."

The archangel playfully climbed into his lap, "Why? Don't wanna be my Baby? From what I can see, you're already sitting in a corner feeling sorry for yourself."

"What are you going to do about it Johnny?" Sam challenged. "A dance isn't going magically fix everything."

Gabe softened, "No but it'll be fun while it lasts. So, with the full understanding that I might die from a litany of causes between now and judgement day, Sam Winchester, will you be my boyfriend?"

Sam smiled, "You sure?"

"Well not too keen on kicking the bucket but if given option I'd prefer go down as Sam Winchester's main bitch rather than his side piece."

"You're insane," Sam flipped them and gently lowered himself onto the angel. "And I'm honestly okay with that. But," he nipped at Gabe's neck, "getting it on with Rowena in the library. That was plain disrespectful."

"What are you going to about it? Spank me?"

"Don't tempt me." Okay, Gabriel's eyes definitely did NOT cross when Sam whispered that into his ear. But he'll cop to the tiny giggle that escaped him as the – his hunter burrowed deeper. Both of them internally resolved to find a way to thank Rowena later, much later.