/Sorry for the really late update I've been up to my ears in exams and coursework but here it is. I hope you like it. Please tell me if you like it and any suggestions for continuation.. writers block is a pain in the ass../

...He needed this.

Suddenly his heart clenched as the other man pulled back, a worried look in his eye. This confused Sam. Frowning he sat up straight again, he could feel his face was hot and red from embarrassment and being caught in the moment. "What?" Sam's tone of voice made him sound more pathetic than he needed.

"I- I have to go. I'm sorry." His voice sounded as strained as Sam's, it strangely comforted him at the same as it scared him. Sam started to panic, leaning forward and grabbing his shoulder desperately. He didn't want him to go, disappear on him and leave him feeling a hole in his life. This time he felt like he had a chance to stop it happening again. He subconsciously pulled that 'puppy dog face' that his brother crumbled under.

"Please. Don't." Sam's voice broke. This man, the one haunting his dreams and thoughts. This man, the one who was the one that was following him. This wonderful, torturous man was about to leave again. Sam didn't want him to go, ever. "P-Please…" Sam didn't care that he sounded so desperate. "I-I.. don't even know your name.." An excuse to keep him there just for even a second longer. Sam saw him smile sadly at him, embarrassment took over him as he blushed. The man reached out and cupped Sam's face, Sam leant into the touch as it comforted him.

"I'm sorry… but I have to. I'll be back when I can. Just… Just look out for me." Slowly, he stood up, the branch creaking underneath them, Sam looked up at the man who was smiling down at him. His features highlighted by the mostly set sun, Sam could feel the tears building up in his eyes. He couldn't let him go so easily.

"D- don't leave me here…" His mystery man crouched down again coming face to face with Sam. A red hot tear ran down Sam's face. The man brushed the tear away as it reached his jawline, Sam smiled slightly at the loving gesture. He looked at him lovingly, the man bordered by the red sky behind him and those shining golden eyes, he whispered softly to Sam.

"The name's Gabriel." The next thing Sam noticed was him clicking his fingers then.

Black.

He head was banging as the brightness assaulted his eye lids. With a groan he slowly opened his eyes, reluctantly, to be welcomed back to the land of the living. To his confusion he saw his chest of drawers, and the four walls of his bedroom. What? Sam didn't remember getting home…

He rolled onto his side and looked at the clock 09:39am How long had he been asleep? Looking down Sam realised he was still in his clothes from last night, including his coat. Frustrated with confusion he sits up and lets his coat slid off. Yawning he cringed, damn his breath stinks and what, was that toffee?.. Nevermind. Quickly Sam stood up, accidently making himself slightly dazed. Shaking it off Sam walked to the bathroom to grab a quick shower and brush his teeth.

Once refreshed and dressed, he made his way down the stairs to find Dean hunched over the table, his headphones on. Sam could hear the rock blasting through them, as his brother has obviously never heard of volume control. Chuckling to himself, Sam walks past him and goes to grab a glass of water and breakfast before joining Dean at the dining table to watch his brother work. He stared at the pencil creating it's masterpiece.

That's one thing people didn't really associate with Dean, his artistic talent. Since he was a toddler, Sam remember watching his brother draw and paint. One memory he loves the most is when he went through that space-loving phase, he'd gone to a space summer camp with his friends. But he forgot all about the camp when he got home because as soon as he opened his bedroom door all thoughts of the camp where gone. He was greeted by the masterpiece that his bedroom had become; a dark blue background, stars and galaxies swirling along his walls and ceiling, detailed planets and Sam's star sign outlined on his walls. At the time Sam came to two conclusions. One was that he had the most amazing brother ever!

Second, was that his brother must be inhuman to have created this by himself. Sam sighed, playing with the water in his glass, absent-mindedly as he watched Dean. He wondered why Dean never told anyone about his talent or showed off.

As Sam watched his brother, his mind was flashing back memories of the night before. He was in his tree.. The man came by again… He heard his voice for the first time. God what a voice… Then they kissed. Oh god they freaking kissed! But then he left, again… His name.. he said his name, but he'd be damned if he forgot it now… oh yeah "..Gabriel…" But he realised it his said the name out loud and a blush crept onto his face. Sam takes a sigh of relief that his brother is deaf to the world at the moment.

Trying to shake off the thoughts of Gabriel, Sam goes back to watching Dean, seeing the wings form on the paper and of course it's an angel. He never really understood Dean's, obsession you could call it, with angels, and recently he's been using his best friend Cas as his model for some reason. He shrugs at the thought. At that moment Dean looked up at his brother, coming out of his concentration phase. The music stopped as he took off the headphones and grinned at his little, or not so little, brother.

Continuing his drawing he glanced up at his brother then back at the page. "So…" Sam's gaze snapped up from the paper to see his brother's serious expression. Sam almost flinched at the gaze itself.

"'So' What?" Sam asked cautiously, not knowing what's going through his brother's head. Dean's gaze shifted across Sam's face, watching his every move. Suddenly, Sam felt like he was in an interrogation. Dean sighed with what seemed to be tiredness. "You going to say something Dean? Or is 'So' enough for you?" Sam pried, wanting to get this interrogation over and done with.

"Shut up, Bitch." Dean gave him a quick glare before going back to curiousness. "What was last night about?" Dean asked, crossing his arm across his chest, leaning back in chair. He patiently waited for Sam's explanation.

Sam panicked. What did happen last night. Sam didn't even remember getting home, let alone what last night was 'about'. Did he tell Dean about his secret mystery guy, Gabriel? Or ask him about the night before...