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Chapter Summary: In which cookies, jealous!Gabe and more jealous!Gabe

Gabriel drove them to a place called 'The Parson's Table' – turned out it was an old church that was modified and turned into a restaurant. Sam grimaced when he looked at the prices, no matter how many times Gabriel told him not to worry about it, that he'd get it and if Sam even offered to pay he'd make him do his chores for a week.

He settled on the filet mignon – it sounded super fancy but really delicious. Gabriel ordered fish.

"Thanks," Sam muttered sarcastically, once the waiter had gone.

"For what?"

"For ordering fish," Sam sighed, trying to pull his most pissed-looking face but failing. "I'm the one who has to kiss you, you know."

"Hey," Gabriel shrugged. "No-one's forcing you to."

"You're right," Sam added with a sly, sideways grin. "Maybe I just won't anymore…" he threatened with a glint in his eye.

For a brief split-second, Gabriel looked up, horrified. Almost immediately his expression changed to the same shit-eating grin Sam wore.

"You're a sly one, Winchester, I'll give you that. But, if you insist, I'll eat a mint." He winked.

"So," Sam began, once he'd finished the steak and was about to begin the cheesy noodles on the side. "Do I have to save space for dessert again? Or can I eat up?"

"Nah, man, eat as much as you want." Gabriel speared an asparagus and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite. He grinned around it. "But we can have dessert, if you know what I mean," he said, once he'd swallowed, waggling his eyebrows.

"I think the whole restaurant knows what you mean."

"Please. I'm the king of subtle."

"Oh, yeah. Totally."

"Shut up and eat your food," Gabriel joked, smirking. "Or no dessert."

Sam rolled his eyes, laughing. "What, not even assorted fruits? Or a plate of cookies waiting for me straight from the oven?"

Gabriel just stared, eyes wide and blank, for one, horrible, half of a second, that same pressing silence that Sam had grown all too accustomed to filling the air.

"Shit," Sam breathed, knowing what was coming and rushing to Gabriel's side.

Gabriel's eyes slid shut in what looked like a fast-approaching migraine.

"Hey, honey. Cookies?"

Sam's sitting there, that's definitely Sam, maybe college age Sam, but Gabriel'd recognize him no matter the age. If that isn't all, he's hunched over a book – a huge, ridiculously thick text book with lots of very small writing – and he's got his 'studying' face on. Brows pulled together, lips in a tight line. Yeah, definitively Sam.

But Gabriel doesn't know who the other person is. She's blonde, athletic, and she's leaning over Sam and pouting her perfect pink lips. And he tries so hard to restrain the growl that forms in his throat over that.

"Straight from the oven…!" she taunts in a sing-song voice. Gabriel can see the smile creeping up on Sam's face, even when she wafts the plate under his nose. Can't she see he's studying?

He snatches one off the plate with a grin, but he doesn't eat it. Instead, he takes the whole plate from her, sets it down, then picks her up by the waist to sit her on the table.

"Can't resist your cookies, Jess, you know that." He leans in for a quick kiss – Gabriel uses all his restraint not to tackle them for it…also, the fact that it's a vision means whatever he does won't make any difference.

She's got her hands draped over his neck and doesn't let go when he pulls away, still grinning.

"So…you're trying to butter me up for something." It isn't a question – he's sure of it.

"Am not! Can't I make cookies for my boyfriend without a motive?" she asks, grinning right back at him. He raises his eyebrows like he's chastising a child. She caves. "Fine. Brady and I are going to a post-exam party on Friday…I know," she stops him before he can protest; "you have one more test, but please? Kick back a little."

He stares at her for a few seconds, before his smile once more widens. "Anything, dearest." He gives her a slow, loving kiss.

Gabriel frowns. 'Dearest?' Is it just him, or has Sam ever used a pet name like that on him?

He can feel his eyebrows pull together as he watches Sam and this 'Jess' girl continue to kiss.

The scene fades, and not too soon, in his opinion.

Fuck Sam if he knew what to do with a guy having a vision in the middle of a restaurant.

Thankfully, it didn't seem like a bad one – he was only clutching his head and moaning, and not curling in on himself on a ball on the floor – so, thinking it was the best thing to do, Sam half-carried him to the men's room, which was blessedly empty.

That's where they were standing when Gabriel came to, bent over the sink, Sam stroking soothing fingers through his hair and up and down his back, and holding up a cold paper towel to Gabriel's forehead.

"Hey," he said softly, dabbing at his brow again. "What did you see?"

Sam's voice was laced with concern, and when Gabriel looked up in the mirror at him, he was frowning, green eyes full of worry. His hand still rubbed comforting circles at the base of his spine.

He suddenly felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him – whoever this 'Jess' was, she wasn't going to get him, and she certainly wasn't going to make him cookies or give him pet names. Not in this dimension or any – not if Gabriel had anything to say about it.

Taking a deep breath, Gabriel met Sam's gaze in the mirror for a prolonged moment, eyes full of heat and a sort of misdirected anger. Sam stared back, a little worried.

Without warning, Gabriel spun around and grabbed the lapels of Sam's jacket, throwing their bodies into the nearest blank wall – Gabriel could be stronger than he looked and before Sam could gasp, the wind was knocked out of him.

Gabriel growled, his mouth hovering mere millimeters above Sam's: "You're mine."

It was barely audible in the room above their heavy breathing, but Sam heard it well enough. Without preamble, Gabriel closed the gap, thrusting his tongue unabashedly into Sam's mouth; Sam welcomed it eagerly, despite still being shocked.

As Gabriel's hands began to roam, slipping under Sam's shirt and exploring expanses of warm flesh, he moved his lips to Sam's jaw, placing little nips along it. Even if Sam had wanted to protest, he wouldn't have been able to remember what he wanted to say anyway. He rested his hands gently on Gabriel's hips, pulling him ever closer.

By now, Gabriel had reached his ear, and he lifted his head a little to take the lobe between his teeth, giving it one quick pull. Releasing it, he hissed directly into Sam's ear: "Understand?"

All Sam could do was nod – this new Gabriel had taken him by surprise.

It was…well, it was a gigantic turn-on.

When he got his voice back, Sam muttered into Gabriel's jaw. "Who else's would I be?"

Gabriel growled – fucking growled – before grabbing him by the front of his shirt and practically throwing him into the nearest stall. He stalked in after him, eyes aglow with desire, and almost predatory.

"Gabe…" he began, but he was silenced by Gabriel's mouth on his again, tongue chasing after his and brushing hot against it. When they broke apart the stall door had been closed and locked – a feat Sam would have thought impressive if he didn't have to worry about Gabriel currently sliding his hands under his dinner jacket and sliding it from his shoulders.

"Gabe…" he tried again, but lost his flow somewhat at the feel of Gabriel mouthing along his neck and sucking briefly on his pulse point. "Gabe," he said for the third time, more firmly. "What did you see?" He couldn't resist sliding his hands under Gabriel's loose shirt, too, just to feel that smooth skin he knew so well.

Gabriel pulled back, an angry pout on his face. "Jess," he spat, pure loathing.

"Who? I mean, Gabe mmpfh…" he was cut off by means of another searing kiss, Gabriel's fingers skirting the waistline of his jeans. "Who's Jess?"

"Blonde…" after each word he placed an open-mouthed kiss down Sam's torso, undoing buttons as he went. "Gorgeous…cookie-maker…" He stopped, raking his nails over Sam's stomach – Sam shivered, but thought he heard what sounded suspiciously like 'College girlfriend.'

"Whoa, whoa. Hold up." Sam pushed Gabriel gently away, and he obeyed. "College girlfriend?" he repeated. Gabriel nodded like an angry toddler.

Suddenly Gabriel was pulled forward again, Sam's giant hand grasping the hair at the back of his head. He pulled their chests flush, speaking directly onto Gabriel's lips. "Someone a little jealous?"

Whatever Gabriel's answer was, it was lost in Sam's mouth.

"No," he said firmly, once Sam let him breathe. "Just can't help it if I want you all to myself…" He trailed off, because somewhere in all that mess, the button on Sam's pants had come undone. The reason he knew this was because Gabriel's hand was snaking easily past both his jeans and his boxers, a little cold and making Sam tremble.

Sam gasped his name as he took his cock in hand – he'd been hard pretty much from the get-go – and clutched at his shoulders as he began to slide his hand up and down the shaft agonizingly slowly.

"Mmm, Sammy," Gabriel crooned in his ear, low and sensual. A stroke upwards, a little faster than the others; Sam sucked in a breath. "Can you believe we're doing this in a public bathroom?" He chuckled darkly, and Sam began to buck his hips into Gabriel's fist. "Classy place, too."

Sam groaned, his voice echoing throughout the tiled walls.

"Shh," Gabriel commanded, placing his forefinger over Sam's parted lips. With what iota of brain power Sam had left, he gave the pad of his finger a tiny kiss. "Someone will hear you."

Sam just let out another loud, gasping moan as he passed his thumb over the slit and picked up pre-come, before Gabriel once more silenced him with a kiss. Sam simply groaned into it, even more so when Gabriel pulled away, biting his bottom lip.

"These people paid for a fancy meal and now they're getting a live audio feed to a sex show, thanks to you," Gabriel growled into his ear, a smile in his voice. Sam could feel himself getting closer to release, and moved his hips faster, shamelessly slamming them back with more force against the tiled wall behind him. "Anyone could come in and catch us." Sam arched and gasped, eyes sliding shut.

"P-please…"

"Please what, Sammy?"

Just then, some careless customer thought it'd be the perfect time to come in and use the bathroom.

The boys froze, both knowing it was in their interests to stay utterly silent; the only sound was that of their breathing, which mingled in the small gap between their mouths and seemed unnecessarily loud.

Trust Gabriel to screw that up.

He silently placed his finger against his lips, and then slowly but surely began to pick up the steady pace on Sam's cock once again.

Sam's head hit the wall with a heavy thump as he bit his lip trying to stay quiet. As Gabriel picked up the pace, however, he couldn't help but let out the tiniest of whimpers from the back of his throat. Gabriel was forced to clamp a hand over his mouth.

He leaned in, breaths hot next to his ear, and, picking up the pace slightly, breathed the word 'Come.'

The agony of coming silently made Sam squeeze his eyes tightly and bang his head against the tile wall, bucking his hips as Gabriel milked him slowly through his orgasm. He sagged, his knees buckling a little, but Gabriel held him up.

Gabriel placed one last gentle kiss on his lips as the door swung closed and the still-oblivious patron left the restroom.

Gabriel left way too much in the form of payment, skipping out of the restaurant as quickly as possible. Some of the old ladies who were dining threw them disapproving glares; one, though, they could swear had winked.

As soon as they made it to Gabriel's car, he pushed Sam up against it, attacking his mouth once more with a sloppy kiss. He bucked his hips against Sam's desperately.

"Can't wait until we get home," he mumbled between kisses along Sam's jaw and neck. "Need you now." The way he said it was almost a threat, punctuated by another deep thrust against Sam's hip.

Behind him, Sam fumbled with the door handle, maneuvering while keeping his lips glued to Gabriel's the whole time. He crouched and scooched himself down the back seat, Gabriel following and crawling above him like some kind of wild cat.

"Shit," Sam breathed, suddenly remembering something.

"I know, Sammy," he replied, continuing his praise of Sam's neck, and grinding down against him again.

"No, no," Sam gasped, placing two palms on Gabriel's chest to push him away a little.

"What's wrong?"

"We didn't get Dean his leftovers!"

There was a pause before Gabriel burst out laughing. When the laughter subsided, he carded a hand through Sam's hair.

"Dean can live without the leftovers, I think. I can show you something more fun to do…" He trailed off, giving the tip of Sam's nose a peck before brushing his lips ever so gently over Sam's in a way that made him want to beg for more.

Gabriel was right. It was a lot more fun.