Warnings: Same old same old, Gabriel/Sam. Future violence, yaoi slash, language and sexual references.

Disclaimer: same song, different verse, I own noooooothing. Supernatural and all of its characters belong to its respected creators.

Chapter 3: Confrontation

Gabriel had walked all the way up the stairs to the brightly colored motel room door so he very well could have just continued in a normal way, knocked on the door, and waited for an answer. But that just wasn't his style. Instead he opted for angelically teleporting, for lack of better words, into the room.

At first his presence went unnoticed. Sam was sitting on the bed closest to the window, pieces of a gun laying around him as he cleaned out the powder from the inside of a sawed off shotgun. Dean was in the bathroom, washing god knows what off his hands and Castiel stood in the hallway, watching him work under the water.

It was Castiel who noticed him first, turning; he couldn't recognize what flickered in the weaker angel's eyes. Shock? Relief? Amusement maybe? Gabriel never found out, as Castiel opened his mouth to mention his presence, he toke it as a good time to leave. He still had no idea what to say to the human brothers and just popping in and offering to join them was much like knocking on a motel door. Just not his style.

Gabriel appeared back in his apartment, a different one this time, that he modeled exactly the same as his last one down to the last tray of chocolate covered candy, just in a different location so it'd take time in case Castiel tried tracking him down again to see what was up with his actions.

With a sigh he ran his hands through his short slicked back hair. He had gone through the motions to join the "Team Free Will", but he still wasn't sure if that was what he wanted. Every sensible thought in his head screamed against him getting in the middle of Michael and Lucifer's war. Told him to keep to himself, out of the way in his little paradise he had made for himself until everything was over. Sure the majority of Earth's population would be wiped out but with time it'd re-grow and he could resume his antics. Until then he just had to keep his head down. After all, it wasn't like he depended on the humans for anything except for new dessert ideas.

But for every thought that told him to go into hiding and mind his own business, another one whispered in his head to join them, if not for any other reason but to protect Sam Winchester. Whispered that he knew what the outcome of this battle would be. That he knew Sam would give in, and say yes to Lucifer, leaving Dean no option but to give in to Michael and if the holy battle finally came forth, he had no doubt who would win. Lucifer may be powerful, but he was still the younger brother, acting out against his father with selfish rage. And Gabriel had witnessed Michael's fire power more than once. And he meant "fire power" literally. Lucifer would be taken down. And that would end Sam's life.

Unless.

He got up, letting his hands drop and paced around the large room. Unless he could get Dean to say yes to Michael before Sam said yes to Lucifer. Then Michael could take on Lucifer and destroy him while he was in that pathetic human, Nick's, body. Gabriel could keep Sam safely out of the way until it was over and he'd never even have to choose a side. Castiel had branded both of them with enochian symbols meaning no one, not even Castiel, could find them.

He leaned against the counter and started formulating a plan as he unwrapped a candy cane.

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The second time Gabriel visited the Sun Daze motel, he didn't bother with the slow walk he had earlier in the day. It was nightfall and crickets surrounded him chirping in the darkness, lulling the simple humans into thinking the shadows were peaceful and didn't hide anything harmful. Inside the motel, were three people – well, two humans and a half-assed angel- who knew differently.

He appeared into the same spot he had earlier, this time being noticed right away as Dean leapt off his bed, grabbing the Colt and pulling back the safety in one swift motion as Castiel waved an arm in front of him quickly, to make him think twice about shooting the trickster angel. Sam was as a desk in the corner, merely looked up, but the tense muscles in his arm and neck didn't go un-noticed as he gripped his hand around a knife that he had been absentmindedly twirling as he looked over the local newspaper and a pile of other unknown files that were scattered around him.

"Gabriel...you are back." Castiel spoke softly breaking the highly awkward silence.

"Back? What do you mean back?" Dean's eyes flickered back and forth between the angels, clearly confused, which told Gabriel that Castiel hadn't mentioned the fact that he'd already been in this room once today, much less that he had gone and spoken to him the day before yesterday, and much much less the fact that he was harboring an un-holy gay crush on his little brother.

"He was here...for a second, earlier." Castiel's eyes never left Gabriel, wondering if he was going to pull another vanishing act before they could get anything settled. This didn't seem to settle the elder Winchester though, although Gabriel could see Sam starting to twitch around his knife in the air out of the corner of his eye. Not that he could blame him, the last time they were together he had shot his brother, greatly reduced his chances of ever having children just because he couldn't understand or speak Japanese, bamfed his angel buddy Cas, and then turned him into a car. He put his hands up, in a sign of peace that criminals usually portrayed when they were cornered by a cop with a gun.

"I come in peace." He mimicked.

"I didn't think you'd come back. I thought your absence meant you wouldn't help us." Castiel spoke, his voice as monotone as ever.

"Chill bro, I just needed time to think. As for helping you....well, I have no interest in helping you. There's only one person in this room I'm going help." He slowly put his hands down as he walked towards Sam. The knife the younger brother was holding wasn't like the deadly angel killing dagger that Castiel owned. Just a normal silver tipped butterfly knife. It would certainly hurt his body but nothing that would last more than a few seconds of pain. He was weighing his chances as Dean's trigger happy finger still held onto the Colt. That gun he wasn't so sure about. He'd have to dodge a bullet. Literally.

"Why are you here then? Who are you helping?" Speaking of Dean, he had apparently decided to take up questioning the Trickster instead of Castiel.

"Why. Who. Hm." He inched closer to Sam, drawing out his answer. He wasn't sure if Castiel would catch onto his plan before he made his move, knowing that the angel already knew his dark secret. He didn't dare glance at him, or look away from Dean and that gun though; knowing if he looked even the slightest bit sketchy, Dean probably wouldn't hesitate testing to see if that gun worked on angels.

"Why am I here? Because I've been doing some thinking? Why was I thinking? You should ask Castiel. He paid ME a visit the day before yesterday you know. Gave me some things to, well, mull over." He shrugged nonchantly. "You already know my stance on the war; I haven't changed my mind on that." He chuckled. "No sir. No way have I decided to choose one of my brothers' sides. But there are some things that need to be changed, need to be helped. And THAT I've decided to help you on."

"Enough dodging around the bushes Gabe, just answer the question straight. What do you want?"

"Temper temper Dean, that's the temper that got you shot in that hospital because you wouldn't play your role. Tsk tsk." This made the older brother growl and he could feel the tension rolling off the younger brother behind him at the memory but he ignored them and kept going. "I'm here for my own benefit. There's something I want and I'm leaving with it and you, your angel, and your gun won't be able to stop me." He bluffed the part about the gun, mentally bracing himself to teleport or dodge quickly.

"Then I'll ask again, what is it you want?" Dean asked again, his jaw clenching.

Gabriel merely smiled. And within a heartbeat he grabbed Sam's forehead without turning around and vanished with the younger brother, barely hearing Dean's yell of "SAM!" or the cursing that followed.

Yep. I basically just ended this chapter because I hate starting from different point of views or places while in the same chapter and it bothers me that I already did that once in this one. I don't want to do it twice. I just think it flows much easier if I just go ahead and start a new one.