Warnings: yaoi slash Gabriel/Sam, mild lanuage, violence, sexual inuendos, and did I mention guys together with other guys? That whole gay thing?

Disclaimer: Everything in Supernatural from Bobby's house to Castiel's eye color and everything inbetween and beyond belongs to it's respected creators. You guys should know that by now, i've typed this for 9 chapters now.

Chapter 9:

Gabriel appeared on Bobby's worn green couch wearing fresh, clean, dry clothes despite his hair still had a couple of drops of rain clinging to it. Usually when he showed himself to humans he wore some kind of costume, a janitor uniform, doctor's lab coat, even a nice buttoned up shirt and slacks. However, he didn't feel like now was the time for false apperances and he felt like being comforble after being in the cold rain and having his clothes stick to his skin. He was now wearing slightly baggy tan cargo pants and a black Flogging Molly t-shirt to accent his possible Irish heritage.

He folded one leg over the other and leaned back against the couch, everyone in the room's eyes spun to him without him even needing to announce his pressence aside from the gentle blow of wind that scattered a few papers off of Bobby's desk when he entered.

He raised an eyebrow.

"What? You don't expect me believe that you weren't expecting me?" He looked over at Castiel who refused to meet his eyes, and just looked straight ahead from his spot standing against a wall. Dean beside him was leaning against the same wall, arms folded across his cheast, looking as if he didn't want to believe the trickster was actually sitting casually in the same room as him. Bobby sat behind his desk, looking like he wanted to say something about the sudden intrusion but being old and wise enough to know when it's better to just let some things slide. And Sam. Tall Sammy Winchester stood in the middle of the room, as if he had been facing Bobby talking to him and then spun around to face Gabriel. He had one hand in his pocket, the other rubbing the back of his neck, knowing that it was him that needed to break the silence, but couldn't think of a thing to say.

Gabriel let the younger Winchester off the hook and broke the silence first.

"Well don't let me interupt you. If i'm going to be a part of Team Free Will I just figured I should sit in on your little meetings, right? Right." He answered himself and relaxed backwards, noting the slight discomfort in the worn threads on the couch. He considered morphing it into a bigger, more comforble couch, maybe a nice black leather one that Sammy could actually fit on when he needed to spend the night at this house, but thought better of it. Bobby Singer would probably not appriciate him re-furnishing his house. The man was alot more sentimental than he let people know.

He was alerted by a soft dripping sound to his left and noticed Sam's jacket hanging off a wooden chair to his left, still wet from when he ventured into the rain to try and coax Gabriel inside. Well since he succeded, it was the least the angel could do to dry it for him. With a gentle snap of his fingers that went un-noticed by the humans, the jacket was instantly dry. He could do the sam for Sam's hair but that was less likly to go by un-noticed and he didn't feel like being thrown up against a wall by Dean. Which seemed to become a habit of the older brother ever since their first meeting.

Instead of continuing their conversation, Sam walked out of the room, motioning for Gabriel to follow him. He shook his head and vanished, apperaring before Sam in the cluttered hallway next to the front door, instead of following behind him. He allowed himself a small smile that his sudden apperances could still cause the young hunter a small flinch of surprise even when he was expecting him.

"You could have walked. It's only a few feet." Sam seemed more exasperated than annoyed this time.

"Hmmm yeeea I could have." Gabriel drifted his sentance off and let it hang there.

"Look." Sam ran a giant hand through his dark, slightly curly hair. "I tried to tell the others your on our side but they won't listen since, you know, I don't have a reason." He angrily emphisized the last word, reason, bringing up the current challange for Gabriel to give him answers. "And now Castiel isn't even helping your side anymore. So -"

Gabriel cut him off. "So, now you guys don't want my help?" He let cold anger take over his voice to cover the sound of his heart breaking that surprised even him at the thought of not being able to keep close to the human standing infront of him.

"No that's not - Well, not really it." Hazel eyes looked away from the arch angel's own eyes. So that was it.

Gabriel made up his mind in a split second. Any second now, someone was going to come out of that room, most likely Dean, and demand him to get his fluffy winged ass out of here. He had three options.

One, he could take Sam and vanish again. But he knew that would only make things worse. Dean's hatred, Castiel's disapointment, Bobby's distrust and Sam, well, Sam just might find a new way to kill and angel.

Two, he could tell Sam the truth and hope that he'd walk out of his house without any bullet holes in his clothes. He did like this shirt after all.

Three, well, three was never an option, not to him, or any other angel. No one had done it in hundreds of years. But as he stoof here, his vessel's heart hammering against his cheast and his mind racing, silently begging those hazel eyes to turn their attention back to him and tell him it was ok to stay, that he wouldn't have to do this. But he knew that wouldn't happen.

"Make a deal with me."

Sam's head snapped back to the red head so quick he imagined hearing his neck snap.

"Do, make, a what with you?" His eyes widened, not even registering what he was hearing.

Gabriel sighed and rubbed his temple. If Michael or Raphiel found out about this he'd be the laughing stock of heaven for enternity. The only consolence was that they still hadn't even broken his witness protection program after all these years so there was a good chance they'd never find out about this either.

"Sam, Sam, Sammy. Demons aren't the only ones that can make deals." All he got from the other was a raised eyebrow that vanished into his mop of hair so the angel waved his hand aside and continued. "Angels can make deals too, well, Arch Angels... and well, more like binds than deals."

"So, you want to make a...bind? With me? What does that even mean?" Sam asked carefully.

"Castiel put enochian sigals on you. Meaning no demon or angel can find you - myself included. But." He paused, putting a finger to his bottom lip, trying to find the next words. "But, If we make a deal, it's more of a deal for you. It'll bind myself to you. So that i'll be able to find you."

Sam crossed his arms across his still slightly damp t-shirt. "And why would an arch angel want to be bound to a simple human?"

He had to give the kid kudos for his mass amounts of moedesty. A simple human? A demon-blooded psychic that was Lucifer's vessel was much more that a simple human, but Gaberiel would keep that thought to himself.

"Look, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you guys need me. And it doesn't take even a high school diploma to figure out that your big bro isn't my biggest fan. Hell, he's not even in the fan club. And have you been on facebook? I've got a big fan club. So let's level. You don't want me, he doesn't want me, Bobby doesn't, Castiel doesn't even anymore. But you guys need me. That's a fact." He waggled his finger. "If i'm bound to you, I can find you and just show up whenever you need me. Just say my name and i'll be there."

"And what do I have to do for this deal?"

"Same thing as a demon deal, well, minus the whole soul thing, you can keep that. Just a kiss. Willing contact from a human binds an angel to him."

"So no soul, no slavery, just a kiss? I still don't buy it Gabe. What's in it for you?"

Gabriel closed his eyes and thought to himself that just the kiss would make being bound to a human worth it, especially if it was from Sam Winchester.

"Nothing. Why do you think there aren't angels making deals left and right like demons? Theres nothing in it for us so no angel ever wants to be bound to a human for years. It's like watching the same boring cooking show on tv for 90-something years. And sheesh, can those things be boring. And I mean, helloooo? Why do you think I create my little...playful fantasies... instead of just going to some bar and charming someone to come home with me?" He used the phrase playful fantasies and carefully left out genderizing the subjects that he'd create from thin air to have night time fun with.

Hazel eyes calculated dark emerald eyes and Gabriel sighed. "You don't have to trust me, I know you don't. Just...think of this as insurance. I won't bother you unless you need me." He rolled his eyes. "Promise." In his mind he added that just because the young hunter wouldn't see or hear him, wouldn't mean that he wasn't there keeping an eye on him.

He needed to convince Sam of this if nothing else. He couldn't convince him to stay with him somewhere else and he had lost his chance to join their team doing so. After they'd leave Bobby's house he would have no way of knowing where he was and the idea of that made him panic on the inside. At least this way he'd know where he was, he'd be able to hear his heart beat in his mind whenever he needed the comfort of knowing he was still breathing, and he could be by his side in an instant if he knew he needed him there to protect him.

"Ok."

The word was spoken so softly he almost didn't hear it over the creaky fan overhead them. He saw Sam glance back into the room where Dean was leaning over Bobby's desk in a deep conversation with the older man to make sure neither of them heard their conversation. Dean most likley wouldn't agree with the idea of them being bound together, but that wasn't something Gabriel was going to remind Sam of at this moment. Castiel hadn't moved from his spot against the wall but something told the older angel that he wasn't as oblivious to what was going on as the humans in the room. If he had any objections though, he kept them to himself or he would have interuptted them by now.

But why would anyone have any objections? Besides Dean for the pure fact that he didn't want someone like Gabriel lip-locking with his baby brother. Castiel knew about Angel deals although, like most other angels, he'd never even considered making a bind with a human. He'd spoken the honest facts. There was nothing to gain for angels from the deals except the sheer pleasure of being linked with a human to literally watch over for the rest of their lives. And angels just didn't care enough about any single human beings anymore to make that commitment.

Gabriel stepped up to Sam, looking up at his tall figure. His signature snarky grin was replaced with a gentler one as he reached out and touched Sam's hand.

"This is your choice Sammy. It's of your own free will."

Sam stared at him with the eyes of a puppy someone had left in the rain that he got whenever he had an upsetting choice to make or felt frightened. Gabriel tightened his grip on his hand and toke a few steps backwards, pulling Sam with him into the corner and out of sight of the humans in the other room.

He tried to coax him to relax into making the first move with his deep green eyes. He couldn't kiss Sam, Sam had to be the one to iniciate it or it wasn't seen as free will. He used every ounce of strength he had to not reach up and wrap his fingers around those dark curls and tug him down to him. His heart was pounding so furiously that if angelic vessels were still capable of human ails like heartattacks, he was sure that his heart would have exploded out of his cheast by now.

He gave his hand a gentle tug, his eyes urging him down to his level, begging him to trust him and see this through. The hesitance and uncertinty were clear in Sam's eyes as he bent down anyways, letting their foreheads touch, his damp bangs on Gabriel's forehead and their noses barely touching, lips mere inches apart.

Sam smelled like gasoline from the impala and dust probably from the books and other various clutter around Bobby's house. But as his soft lips touched down on the angels, he tasted sweet like apple juice.

Maybe it was the blissfully sweet satisfaction of having Sam's lips on his own, or maybe it was a side effect of the deal, but Gabriel suddenly felt his breath being taken away, feeling lighter than any one of the single feathers in his invisible wings and warmed to the very core of his being.

The kiss ended centuries too soon for Gabriel and when Sam backed away from him they saw a glowing tattoo on the human's middle finger of his right hand. The soft, pure white light died down, leaving in it's wake what from far away appered to be a tattoo of a ring, but on closer inspection, the band had enochian sigils swirling around it, forming to a circle on top. The sigials were black and weaved around his finger, but the circle on top had a lighter color to it than his skin tone, pale, like the moon's reflection in a shallow puddle of water.

Gabriel himself didn't have any sort of ringed tattoo. He didn't need one. He closed his eyes and sensed in on Sam, hearing his heartbeat slow back down to a normal speed and feeling comfort in the fact that a kiss with him could have sped up the human's heart so much.

"That's it?"

Gabriel smiled, slowly opening his eyes back to look at Sam. To say Sam looked uncomforble would be an understatement. He kept glancing back to the doorway as if he expected Dean to storm out of it any second screaming for an explination, or for hordes of Angels to burst through the doors and attack them all.

"That's it." He responded. "Until you need me." He dropped Sam's hand and without even bothering to snap his fingers he was gone.

Gabriel re-appered in his cabin that he'd created in the back mountains of Colorado, sinking onto the couch that was once tan seude and realized that he'd un-contiously transformed it into the same sort of couch that Bobby owned back at his house. He sighed and layed down against the pillows that had probably once been firm and supportive, but now easily gave to his weight as the old cotton inside of them slouched and wondered if Sam was also on this couch miles away in Bobby's house.

He was officially on team free will now even if he wouldn't be staying with them in their various hotel rooms as they traveled across the country, and he reached his fingertips up to his bottom lip to touch where it was still warm from the kiss. His mind was divided into seperate arguements. Part of him was un-happy to now be on the team that was smack-dab in the middle of his older and younger brother's war. Part of him was frustatred with himself that he hadn't found a way to honestly confess his feelings for the tall human but it was in a heated debate with the part of his mind that was just happy that he now knew what Sam tasted like. Another part of him jumped into that internal fight, and he chose to listen to part of him. The part that said he should be happy he had willing contact with the youngest Winchester and he was ok with not telling Sam about his feelings for him and just stay happy with how far he's gotten.

They were in the middle of a war. Not just any war, the apocalypse. This wasn't the time to be distracting and confusing Sam with his emotions. This wasn't the time to be pissing off Dean or contemplating his un-steady relationship with his little brother any more.

So for now Gabriel was content with knowing that he could keep Sam safe from a distance, as smiled as he closed his eyes and listened to the steady beat of a heart that was in South Dakota. After all, after this war was over he'd be able to spend the rest of the hunters life convincing him of his love. Maybe he'd even return it. Maybe...just maybe when Sam's time was up on Earth, Gabriel would finally shed this vessel and return to Heaven to join him for enternity.

But for now, he let his redish brown slip into his face as he laid down on the couch, instantly creating a Samuel Winchester replica to curl up on his stomach and ran his fingers through his mop of hair as one would to a fluffy puppy.

End of all Chapters.

I like the idea of Sam and Gabriel together, and I know theres warnings for yaoi and implied sex at the start of every chapter, but when I first started writing this I had no idea it'd be so hard to make this fic work without breaking them out of their wonderful personalities so I opted for ending this way instead of having them out of character and openly confessing their un-dying love for each other...it was way too cliche. Plus I was going to use Gabriel to heal Bobby's legs so that he'd trust him to stay with them but Crowley beat it to me and I have to say, I love Crowley's character and now I just can't imagine Bobby walking again any other way.

Sorry it toke so long to get up. Honestly, after poor Gabe's death I was too depressed to work on this anymore and had the writer's block of doom.

And the whole angel binding deal thing is compleatly made up. In case some of you were wondering "Wait, what? They never said anything like that in the show."

I was originally going to have a couple more chapters where Sam actually has to summon Gabe to save him or, well, various other ideas that would lock into that plot and give Gabe a chance to tell Sam the truth but I figured this would be a good place to stop in case there wasn't any intrest in making this longer.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!

Fallain

...My spellcheck...is broken? Sorry for the mass amounts of typos i'm sure are in there but I can't seem to fix it at the moment.