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Sabriel – Fluff

Sam let out a loud breath, thinking it over. He set some more papers on the small motel table, shuffling them around and fixed the history on the computer to show he'd been on several sites researching at different times.

There were even empty coffee cups in the trash. There was no way he would see through.

He sighed again, trying to see anything that would contradict his story. Dean was at the bar, and he'd probably be spending the night with some random girl. Everything was set.

Sam hung his head before speaking. "Gabriel? I uh… I need your help, can you come please?"

Sam looked up and around him hesitantly, waiting. There was no sound of fluttering wings, nothing. The younger Winchester felt his hopes shatter; he'd spent so long preparing and he didn't even show up.

"Why the long face?"

Sam started when he looked up to see Gabriel leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face as he munched his chocolate bar. Sam stared, at a loss for words at the sight of the archangel. Gabriel raised an eyebrow, looking at the flustered Winchester.

"Hi," he finally managed, trying to get his breathing under control.

Gabriel waited, eyebrow still raised. When Sam said nothing else, he responded. "Hi," he said, dragging out the word. "What did you need help with?"

"Uh, help?" Sam asked uncertainly, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows as he struggled to clear his head and thing straight.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes, wondering if he was on drugs. "You said you needed help, for one of the boys who helped save the world, your memory isn't so good, huh?"

At the quirk Sam managed to tighten the screws holding him together a bit. "Right, um, here." He lumbered over to the table, taking a chair and opening his laptop. "Dean and I are hunting something and we don't know what it is," he said, finally beginning to follow his carefully constructed plan.

"Why didn't you call Cas?" Gabriel questioned.

Sam felt his stomach clench; he hadn't thought of that. "Cas said to call you," he said, finally. "He said he was busy."

"Where's Dean?"

"Off drinking, he said he worked too hard and he needed a break." The lie rolled easily off his tongue; it was what Dean used as an excuse.

There was silence for a while until Gabriel spoke. "Well, I can't help if you don't tell me anything."

Sam started; Gabriel's voice came from right behind him. "There've been killings," he said, a little too quickly. "All of them had this tattoo…" Sam pulled up a picture of a circle within a circle within a circle, with a square in the middle. Sam started to speak again when Gabriel's arm reached over his shoulder and pushed the laptop shut.

"What are you…"

"C'mon Sam."

Sam felt his breathing hitch when he felt Gabriel's breath against his ear. "W-What?" he choked out.

"We both know this isn't a hunt, that tattoo is some random image, these papers don't mean anything, Cas didn't say jack. And I know you didn't call me here because you need my help."

Sam almost forgot how to breathe. "How do you-"

"How do I know?" Gabriel chuckled. "I'm an angel Sammy, how wouldn't I know?"

Sam felt a sob escape his throat; he thought he'd been so clever, but Gabriel saw right through it. "Gabe, I'm sorry, I didn't-" Tears leaked from his eyes, and he couldn't figure out exactly why he was crying.

"Hey, hey, hey, shh, it's alright." Sam sniffled and Gabriel pulled the chair and turned it easily to face him, despite the fact Sam was sitting in it. He leaned over, wiping away Sam's tears.

"I just… I just wanted to see you, Gabriel, I - I lo-"

Gabriel shushed him. "I know, I know."

Sam sniffed and looked up in confusion. "You know?"

Gabriel gave him a smug smile. "Angel here." Sam didn't have time to say much else, because Gabriel's lips were on his.

They were soft and sweet from the chocolate and moved gently against his. Gabriel was slow with him, as if giving him time to pull away. Which he did.

"But…" Sam frowned in confusion. "How can you…"

Gabriel laughed softly. "There's only one reason I actually show up whenever one of you boys call me, and that's because I get to see you. What? You seriously think I cared about the destruction of the world?"

Sam smiled at that and Gabriel spoke again. "So, you gonna kiss me back, or keep asking questions?"

Sam blushed and leaned forward, letting Gabriel kiss him again. The angel straddled Sam's hips and wrapped his arms tightly around Sam's neck, ravaging the younger Winchester's mouth. Sam groaned softly, feeling Gabriel grind slightly into him and he pressed his crotch into the friction.

Gabriel sucked Sam's lower lip into his mouth, swiping his tongue over it and nibbling it gently. Sam wrapped his arms around Gabriel, running his hands up and down his back, pulling Gabriel's chest flush against his. Gabriel breathed in the smell of leather and cologne as he moved to Sam's neck, placing light kisses there.

"Hey Sammy, got dinner, stupid bartender kicked me out…"

Gabriel and Sam jumped and Gabriel looked over to see Dean standing at the doorway, frozen. "Dean!" Sam cried, straightening his back and his arms flying off of Gabriel to grip the sides of his chair. "Uhh…"

Gabriel cleared his throat, turning around on Sam's lap. "Hello, Dean-o. You want to spend the night in another room?"

Dean gaped, his mouth opening and shutting, no words coming out.

"I think you want to spend the night in another room." Gabriel pushed his hand out and Dean was sent flying back. With a flick of his wrist the door slammed and Gabriel turned back to Sam, capturing his lips.

"You, you shouldn't have," Sam began, trying to get coherent words come out of his mouth, interrupted by Gabriel's kisses and distracted by the fact he was grinding on him again. "He could have been hurt, pushing him back like that," he managed to get out; but his concern for his brother was slowly being taken over by lust.

"Don't you worry, he had a nice patch of bushes to fall into. In fact, all you should be worrying about is that pretty little mouth of yours and the things it's gonna be doing tonight…"

Outside, Dean cursed Gabriel and shook his head, trying to get the thought of his little brother having sex out of his head.

"Friggin angels…"