Shadows
"What was that?"
Gabriel pushed himself up with his elbows and blinked heavily a couple times. "What was what?"
"That," Sam repeated anxiously.
"I don't…"
"There! Right, there!" He pointed a finger in the darkness towards the window. Outside trees were swaying and cracking against the harsh wind, and the moon cast a startling hue over the room through the branches. "Something moved."
The angel squinted as he searched the area and said, "There's nothing there, Sammy. It's just shadows."
Sam huffed indignantly and covered a hand with his face, hiding himself from Gabriel.
"Sam?" Gabriel said. "Sammy, what's wrong?"
Sam didn't respond. He simply swiped his hand at his eyes and lay back down under the covers.
Gabriel reached out his arm and wrapped himself securely around Sam. His nose brushed his temple in affection and he whispered, "I won't let the shadows hurt you."
Sam nodded, shy and exhausted, and replied, "Thank you."