Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine.

This is connected to the last two oneshots.

Flying with your Feet on the Ground

Gabriel toed the edge of the roof, before scooting back a few inches, probably much to his lover's relief.

"What's this about Sammy?"

Sam came up behind Gabriel, wrapping his long, warm, powerful, protective arms around him, "well you said you missed flying. I can't give you wings but…" Gabriel felt Sam's shrug, "I used to come up here when and just wait, okay?"

Gabriel nodded; missing Sam's warmth when he moved back, Gabriel turned his head, his own hair getting blown in his eyes, as he looked at Sam, his light breeze sweeping his hair back.

"Does Bobby know we're up here?"

Sam chuckled, the small smile widening, "not really."

Gabriel turned to look over the car graveyard, the wind beginning to tug on his clothes.

Sam moved behind him again, "lift your arms Gabe. Please."

Gabriel took his hands out of his pockets, to raise his arms. A strong gust caught him and Sam, blowing his hair back; he could only imagine what Sam looked like.

He raised his head, the wind did sort of feel like when he was flying. He felt Sam's arms wrap around him again, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The wind grew strong again, Gabriel almost laughed, he could hear Sam's breathless chuckle. He lowered his arms to rest over Sam's.

"This… it's close Sam, oh so close." He turned his head and opened his eyes to see Sam's bright smile, oh father the kid was beaming and Gabriel almost needed sunglasses because while he couldn't see Sam's soul the kid was still so bright.

"Thank you Sam." He whispered, the wind whistling around them, Sam's smile the only thing that possibly mattered to Gabriel. He gave Sam a quick kiss on the cheek, resting back against Sam, attempting to find the weightless feeling of truly flying.

Sam spun him around, so Sam's hands rested on the small of Gabriel's back and kissed him. Gabriel put everything he had into the kiss, his tongue dancing with Sam's.

As he rose onto his toes to get better access, the wind once more hurled past them, Gabriel gasped, breaking the kiss and the feeling in his chest, this utterly carefree and elation, with Sam's warm hands on his back for one heartbeat he'd thought he'd regrown his wings.

Sam stared at him, confusion and a bit of hurt, though Gabriel was too awestruck to reassure him at the moment.

He swallowed, trying to force the words out, "Sam… I thought… it felt like… like they were back."

Sam's hurt disappeared, eyebrows unfurrowing, his bright smile replacing it. "Really?"

Gabriel nodded, and offered a smile of his own, "and here you said you couldn't give me wings. Look who swept the archangel off his feet."

A soft voice in his mind hissed, ex, but it was quieter than ever before, he was too focused on his hunter.

"Fly with me?" Gabriel offered, somehow Sam heard him over the wind and understood. He moved behind Gabriel again, resting his head on Gabriel's shoulder, arms wrapped around him, Gabriel intertwined their fingers, they both raised their head at the same time, to catch the strongest breeze yet.

A giddy feeling bubbled up in Gabriel, almost reminding him of the first he flew, and he threw his head back and laughed, Sam's warm voice joining in, the two leaned against each other and laughed.

"Hey! What are you two doing up there?" Gabriel looked down; the distance to the ground might have been terrifying if not for the strong grip around him. Dean had shaded his eyes to look up at them, Castiel stood beside his hunter, head tilted.

Gabriel chuckled and shook his head, "flying!" he shouted back. Dean and Cas shared a look, not that Gabriel carried.

He turned to look at Sam, his lover's hazel eyes flickered with warmth.

"thank you."

Me: * groans *

PB: Told you a four hour long yoai marathon was-

Me: Wonderful? Inspiring?

PB: * huffs * You got inspired this morning listening to Disney music.

Me: Whatever. But I had several ideas for that multichapter fic, and for another one-shot.

Casey: Umm...

Me: Yes, it's technically not the ground, but you know...

PB: Is there a flat part of Bobby's roof?

Me: Yes, above a window.