Disclaimer: SPN isn't mine.

This is loosely connected to the last oneshot, in that one Gabriel was weaker because he'd started falling. These could be connected to Untitled but I'm not sure.

Falling Down

The rain spilled down on the almost empty street, no one really wanted to be out in this weather. Good, he didn't want company. A car drove by, splashing water out of the street onto Gabriel. Gabriel blinked and spluttered, flinching at the taste of the water. His hair had moved into his eyes, his clothes sticking to his skin and the cold was seeping in. Gabriel's pants were soaked from walking through puddles, his shoes were probably ruined. He'd really stopped caring though, the cold was something he should get used to.

It was gone, all of it, gone. His grace, it had been taken from him, his wings, his powers, all of it. He'd noticed long before now of course, hunters getting the drop on him, a feeling of loss, the slow realization that he wasn't craving food or sleep, he needed it. Sam had realized it too, Sam, who'd stared at him in dismay, thouse damn puppy dog eyes.

Gabriel flinched, he'd stepped in a deep puddle, splashing the water all over himself. He stepped out, blinking at the rain. He'd hoped the water would be some comfort, it had been enough to give him solitude but not enough to ease the loss. Dean would kick him off their little Team Screw The Plan or whatever they called it. He'd only been allowed to stay because he was useful, now Dean would finally have an excuse to keep him away from Sam. Dean would love this, to throw him out the door. Possibly the door of the Impala. On the highway.

Gabriel leaned against the railing of the bridge he was standing on, just letting the rain wash over him. He sank down, not minding the water he was now sitting in, and running down his back from the metal rails. Gabriel closed his eyes, breathing in the humid air. This lost of warmth was one thing, to lose Sam… Gabriel swallowed, leaning his head back to let the rain strike his face. Oh Dad, that would kill him. He'd hate to see what that did to Sam, when Dean told him to take a hike. Couldn't the rain just wash him away instead? He almost chuckled, he was short enough to fit down the sewer. Rain poured down on him, Gabriel shook his head to lose some of it. He could just stay here, he didn't want to move, the weight of his clothes pulled him down. He wasn't even sure why Sam wanted him when he was… powerful. Now he was some mortal, nothing special, nothing spectacular. Nothing that could protect Sam or even deserved to touch him. Heh, Gabriel made a noise in his throat, he was nothing.

The sound of the rain, the roar of the river below him filled his ears, allowing him to ignore the few cars that passed. He figured he was imagining someone calling his name, until something warm grabbed his arms and he was pulled to his feet.

Gabriel's eyes snapped open, staring at one slightly wet, obviously angry, and always handsome Sam Winchester.

"Gabriel, where the hell have you been?" Sam demanded from him, all he could do was stare up at Sam in bewilderment.

"Gabriel?" Sam's anger melted, crouching to Gabriel's level, "Gabe, hey, say something."

"You… What are you doing here?" Gabriel blinked, slowly shaking his head, "why'd you bother?" He'd lost the ability to have tone, just this slow question.

Sam stared at him, "I came back to the hotel and you were gone. I figured you'd just needed space, then I got worried."

"Great. So now you have to protect me." Gabriel looked down, watching the rain hit the concreate, "like you don't have enough to do."

"Gabriel what are you talking about?" Sam asked, crouching slightly to be at an even level.

"Sam, I'm human now. Don't you get it? Not Archangel, not trickster, not god, human. I can't protect you." Gabriel paused, the rain running down his face, "I can't… I'm not what you should want."

Sam stood up, Gabriel stared forward, though he really wasn't seeing anything, his gaze had gone blurry. Sam would just walk away now, leave him alone, then everything would have truly left him. Until he felt Sam's arms around him. He looked up, Sam pulled back to look down.

"I stole the keys to the Impala to find you." Sam ran his hand along Gabriel's jaw. "No, I don't care if you're a god, archangel or human Gabriel. I just want you…" he trailed off, and sucked in a breath, "I want you with me."

Gabriel blinked, trying to keep the rain out of his eyes as much to fight off tears. "Sam…"

Sam kissed him, Gabriel let the warmth sink in, replacing some of the cold, the rain still drenching them, though Sam was shielding him from most of it.

They broke apart, for once both of them needed air, Gabriel's teeth chattered as the cold made itself known.

"Hey, isn't a kiss in the rain supposed to be romantic?" he got out, shivering and tempted to press against Sam for warmth.

Sam laughed softly, Gabriel wanted to hear that sound again, the warmth of Sam was easing the cold from his missing grace. Sam pulled him towards the street, dragging him into the backseat of the Impala.

"I think Dean might object." Gabriel teased, even as he crossed his arms for warmth.

Sam rolled his eyes, reaching to the passenger seat to grab a towel. "Come here. I'll dry you off."