Warnings: slash yaoi, Gabriel/Sam, mild language and sexual innuendos

Disclaimer: nothing from Supernatural or any mentioned anime belong to me.

Chapter 7: Circles

Gabriel sat at a round table in the middle of the lobby sucking on a cherry lollipop. He kicked off his flip-flops and drew his knees up to his chest to sit in the chair as a few people passed by to take pictures of him with his shaggy black hair and the dark circles under his eyes.

He'd been watching Sam this whole time. The Winchester was obviously looking for him as someone from the same anime he kept dressing him as, so he kept making him switch outfits around. He'd never guess that the trickster had been L from Death Note all along. At least the good part about this cosplay was that he could eat all the candy he wanted to without looking suspicious. There were just some things that were meant to be.

He had wanted to keep Sam in that skin tight, white pilot suit for the remainder of the day that he'd spend uselessly looking for the arch angel that was always only a few feet away. But it was more than distracting and Gabriel had to convince himself more than once that he couldn't take his eyes off the human long enough to go find a nice hotel room with a fake Sam in that outfit so he could get him out of that outfit.

He groaned and leaned forward, propping his arms up on the table and rubbing his temple to get rid of the vivid memory.

So he had to do something to distract himself and make himself not attracted to Sam. At least not until he won this game and could get him back to his apartment and start back from square one. Even if it was going to be a very angry square one, considering he popped him into a cosplay of his little bro, Lucifer and he now had to deal with a cross-dressing wannabe of Michael.

Feeling his headache start to edge away he popped the lollipop back into his mouth and sat up to continue watching Sam.

Wait a second; he scanned through the crowd for the tall guy dressed in a long black trench coat. Where did he go?

Gabriel's warning signal went off too late as he felt familiar strong arms wrap around him tight and a whisper in his ear.

"Gotcha."

Gabriel turned to face Sam, both of them having fury burning in their eyes. Gabriel, furious that he'd have to keep his end of the bargain and return Sam to Bobby, to danger, to where his life was at stake every second. Sam, furious from being taken away from his brother to play Gabriel's mind games and get dressed up as Lucifer.

He could have asked what gave him away, but a knawing in his gut told him he already knew. Even though there were tons of L cosplayers running around, Gabriel betted that Sam spotted him every time, and just didn't take notice of him until now, looking for something less obvious instead. The arch angel had assumed that Sam would assume he wouldn't take this form, because eating candy would give him away. But that was exactly what he had done. He couldn't deny his sweet tooth.

"Well well, you won the game. 4chan will be excited." He spat out angrily, not caring that Sam didn't understand that statement.

He looked down, having no choice. He was a trickster, but he wasn't a liar or a cheat. He put two fingers on Sam's forehead and snapped his fingers.

And suddenly they were standing in the middle of Bobby's salvage yard, in front of a broken down Gremlin and an old Dodge Charger that was missing its tires and passenger side door.

Sam looked around, relived. The wind rustling his hair slightly and he didn't even give the arch angel a second backwards glance as he set off at a quick pace towards Bobby's house.

Gabriel followed him, smirking when Sam heard his footsteps and turned to face him.

"Is this another trick? This is real, isn't it?" Sam growled.

"I don't know, is it?" He smirked.

"I won the game, you said-"

"I know what I said, and I did my part. Honest. This is real."

"Why are you still here then?"

Gabriel paused for a second.

"I told you I'd bring you back to Bobby's house. I never said that I'd go anywhere. I think I'll just stick around for a bit." He said, looking around at the junk cars piled around him. He really had no interest in staying in a place like this, but if this was where Sam was going to be, this was where he was going to be. He needed to keep an eye on him since the other humans didn't have the power to protect him like he could.

"Wha-but-why? Why would you want to stay here? I won, just go away!" Sam flailed his arms a bit, getting exasperated at the shorter angel.

Gabriel merely smirked.

"I like it when you're angry; you're so full of energy." His way of dodging around answering questions earned him another one of Sam's famous glares that he seemed to save just for the angel.

"Fine. But Bobby won't be as friendly as I am when it comes to your bullshit." He turned and walked back towards the house in the distance, getting out his phone to no doubt, call his brother.

Bobby Singer was the semi-retired hunter that ran this salvage yard. He was mainly the go-to guy for information on lore or Latin, or when you needed your car fixed, but ever since his run in with being possessed with a demon when he stabbed himself in the gut to avoid killing his beloved surrogate son, Dean, his life has been tethered to the wheelchair that he couldn't move without. It didn't take anyone to tell Gabriel that Bobby was not going to be pleased with seeing him, especially since he'd also once used his form to try and get Sam to kill him. And he heard rumors about the guy's temper when it came to anyone who's last name wasn't Winchester.

Walking a few steps behind Sam, to avoid a swinging punch if it were to suddenly come his way, he could hear bits and pieces of his conversation with his brother on the phone. Of course the first thing he heard was a very loud "WHAT THE HELL?!" from Dean's end before Sam quickly, and quietly tried to explain the past few days. And the next second, he found he wasn't walking alone.

"Hey there Cas. Good ta see you again."

His eyes were forced to leave Sam, watching him walk up the steps to Bobby's house as Castiel stepped in front of him.

"What are you planning Gabriel?"

"Hm, a little stalking, maybe some chocolate, a movie later?"

"Not funny. We are in the middle of the apocalypse. We don't have time to play hostage and try to find you and Sam."

"tsk tsk Cassy, first you couldn't find daddy and now you couldn't find me? Your not very good at hide and seek, are you?" Gabriel taunted, knowing full well that the enochian sigils he carved everywhere he went kept him completely hidden from anyone trying to find him.

"This is a warning Gabriel. I didn't tell Dean about your fantasies. But that's all they are. Keep them to yourself and leave Sam alone."

"Hey! You're the one that came to ME for help! I helped- I tried to anyways, to keep Sam safe. I don't give a shit about you or Dean or any of these other pathetic humans in this world so if you want my help getting in the middle of a bloodbath to sacrifice myself and my powers for people I don't even know or like, well buddy, your asking the wrong angel." The mocking glint in the arch angel's green eyes was gone, replaced by one of fury. He regretted deeply letting Castiel see and know his weakness but he was not about to let his weak little brother try and hold that over him like some kind of glory award. And he wasn't about to let anyone keep him away from what he wanted. Not even if his dad himself showed up and demanded it.

"And besides." Gabriel continued. "A warning? pfft, please. What could you possibly think to do to me? Don't you remember how much stronger I am than you? Or do you need another trip to fantasy island." His mocking tone was back but the cold look in his eyes hadn't yet left as he reminded Castiel of where he sent him when he tried to break the Winchester brothers out of his own personal T.V. land.

Since Castiel couldn't express his emotions the way humans could, Gabriel couldn't tell what he was thinking as he turned away and followed Sam into Bobby's house. Anger? Frustration? Pity?

He stood there for a few minutes, looking anywhere but the house. He wanted to follow Sam inside too, no, not just want. He felt the absolute need to be next to the tall human. But part of him hesitated. Not because he was afraid of Castiel's warning, but he was afraid of himself, and unsure of what his next move would be. He hadn't planned for any of this to happen and he had no idea what to do next. He felt like he had gone in a complete circle and now he was standing back on square one.

But if this was square one again, the first thing he needed to do was find a place to clear his head until he could plan something out. This would be more difficult now that Castiel and Dean would be keeping an extra close eye on Sam. Castiel because he knew about Gabriel's true intentions, and Dean because no one ever got Sam away from him twice. Usually after something got Sam once, Dean made sure it's life ended so it wouldn't even get a second chance. He was going to have to watch his back for the both of them. Now that Dean knew he was really an angel and those wooden stakes wouldn't do him any more damage than if it poked him with a needle, he might find another, more permanent way, to injure or kill him.

So until he had plans to put into motion he'd have to find a way to stay close to Sam without being seen by Dean, Bobby or Castiel. He wasn't sure how easy that was going to be.

End chapter 7

I really struggled with writing this chapter for some reason, I hope it didn't show. It felt really short for some reason now that I look back on it.