Time to start redoing 'Dream Learning'! A small Sabriel fanfic that I love. ^_^ I'm not sure exactly what the warning are going to be so keep a look out for those please.

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The men stayed at the table for almost another hour before it was silently decided that that was no real point in staying awake. Especially if there was nothing more for them to do at the time.

With 'Gabriel' in his bed Sam decided to simply rest at the table. With how he had been sleeping recently there was a large chance that he was going to be awake in only a few short hours.

Dean was no better. He usually got at least four or five hours of sleep in one night, though not always at once. It was simply a fact of being a hunter. Sleep was something that no one really got.

At least not without some help. There was a reason it was hard to find a hunter that didn't have an alcohol problem of some kind. Even Sam knew that he drank too much no matter how hard he tried not to.

Over the years the young hunter had done his best to remember how his Father had raised him. It wasn't that he didn't love the man now that he understood him better, but the last thing he wanted was to be like him.

Shaking the thoughts from his head the tall man curled up the best he could on the chairs and closed his eyes. It wasn't he most uncomfortable he'd ever been when he was trying to sleep. He'd be awake soon enough anyway.

All too soon his eyes were fluttering open revealing a white wall to him. Something that made him sit up sharply. He was sure that the room he had fallen asleep had more or less brown wall.

Reaching back he went for the gun he normally he had tucked in his pants only to realize he had placed it on the table when he moved to sleep. Hazel eyes darted around looking for some kind of weapon only for confusion to fill him.

The whole space was completely empty. Even the chair that he had been sleeping in was gone now that he was standing up. It even felt as if Sam himself shouldn't be in the space at all.

Swallowing roughly not knowing what was to come the hunter began to make his way through the house. There didn't seem to be any doors or windows for him to escape out of, but there was a staircase leading him up.

He scoured the house looking for something to tell him what to do, but it looked like the place was completely empty. At least that was until he went upstairs. Finally he came to a door that he could open.

Not knowing what to expect the man readied himself for a fight as he slowly opened the door. For everything that Sam had prepared himself for the last thing he expected to see was his Gabriel laying in the middle of the bed.

Rushing to the mans side Sam fell next to him his eyes darting around looking for some kind of wounds. When he decided that there was no visible wounds at the very least he let himself drop to his knees and reach out for the man.

In the back of his mind the hunter remembered that Gabriel was currently in a woman's body. It didn't make sense that he was staring down at the blond man that he had come to know.

The woman really was Gabriel, but what exactly was going on? None of it made sense to the man. Still he was simply glad to be able to see the archangel once more. Not something he really wanted to think too hard around.

Shaking his head the knock the thoughts from his head he reached out to press his fingers against his throat to make sure he had a pulse. A shock raked through Sam's body causing him to fall back and out of his chair.

"Sam?" Dean called his gun fixed on the place his brother used to be, "Did you fall?"

"No," Sam shook his head scrambling to his feet, "Well, yes, but not that... What the hell just happened?"

Dean blinked from his place on the bed a sigh slipping from his lips as he climbed out. Placing his gun down the older man grabbed two bottles of beer and handed one to his brother before sitting down.

"Talk," Dean demanded taking a swig of alcohol.

"I saw Gabriel," Sam said confused, "I mean, Gabriel Gabriel."

"When you were sleeping? Dude, I do not need to hear about your weird ass fanta..."

"No! Dean, this... It didn't feel like a dream. It was like I was...I don't know."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I was in this house that had no windows and only one door. Literally nothing else was there. Until I went into that room."

"Where Gabriel was? What he say?"

"He was asleep. I think. I'm not completely sure."

"He have a pulse?"

"I don't know. The second I reached out to touch him it was like I was electrocuted. It knocked me on my ass and woke me up."

The older man stared at his brother before looking at the woman. She still laid there completely still. It was so odd to think that the woman was the archangel. None of it made much sense to him.

Carding a hand through his hair he looked back at his brother and saw a look that he hated in the hazel eyes. How Sam still wore his heart on his shoulder after all the years of hunting was beyond him, but he did.

Dean wanted nothing more than to find a way to protect the man from everything. His heart had been broken so many times it was a surprise that he was still as kind and pure as he was. He didn't deserve the heartbreak he got.

And heartbreak was exactly what he had gotten with Gabriel. No matter what the younger man refused to say Dean knew him well enough to know that he had at least some feelings for the archangel.

The only problem being that neither of them had had enough time to talk about all the looks they shared. Needless to say subtly was not in either of the mans vocabulary no matter how much that disturbed Dean.

"Sam," Dean sighed, "You and Gabriel..."

"Dean," Sam cut him off a warning tone in his voice.

"I'm just wondering if you're not looking too much into this."

"I know what I saw! Gabriel is locked away somewhere and he needs..."

"Needs what? Needs help? I doubt that and I'm not sure I'd help. Needs you? That I'd buy more."

Dean watched his brothers jaw clench as he grabbed his beer and down the last of it. It was easy to tell that the man wasn't going to talk anymore. Shaking his head he moved back so he was lying in his bed.

He didn't understand why Sam was so attracted to Gabriel, but it was a sore subject with him. There had even been times where Dean swore he heard his brother calling for the archangel in his sleep.

In truth, it was not a relationship that he could say he liked. Gabriel was an ass to say the least, but he had a feeling that he was going to need to get used to the idea. Because if Gabriel ever woke up he wasn't going anywhere.