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I finally give you some Sam/Gabe and Dean/Cas. I decided to give you a long chapter. Oh, Roger's in here too, so the plot moves along.

(Sam)

Sam jumped as Gabriel touched him on the shoulder. Sam was crouched over the fire, cooking soup.

"Smells good." Gabriel told him.

Sam nodded in thanks. "Dean told me I was a girl." He felt a pang in his chest, but Gabriel smiled a little.

"Roger used to cook sometimes." Gabriel told him. "I teased him because he acted like it had to be perfect. I told him he acted like it was his child." The two often talked about Roger and Dean, sharing stories. It made it easier to deal with the grief. In the month that had passed, it had.

Sam chuckled. "That would be something to see. When I was with him, he did make some good food."

Gabriel smiled. "I taught him some stuff." He inhaled. "That smells delicious."

Sam blushed a little, and stirred the liquid. "Thanks."

Gabriel sat down, watching Sam as he cooked. Sam could feel his eyes on him, Sam wondered how well he was hiding his attraction to Gabriel.

Gabriel was funny, friendly and could be compassionate when Sam needed him to be.

They ate the soup in silence, Sam glancing at Gabriel occasionally.

"I'll wash, Sammy." Gabriel told him as he cleared the table.

"I can dry." Sam got to his feet, following the smaller man to the kitchen.

Sam was drying a bowl when soapy water ended up all over his arm.

"Hey!" He whirled, to see Gabriel smirked at him. The were-panther splashed him again, and Sam set down the bowl.

"I'm going to get you for that." Sam threatened. Gabriel threw water on Sam's shirt, and Sam charged at him.

Gabriel bolted out of the room, Sam hard on his heels. Sam lunged, tackling Gabriel to the ground.

Gabriel rolled over to face Sam, a small smirk on his face.

"Now what?" He asked, breathing on Sam's neck. Sam shivered a little, and looked down at the were-panther.

"Well, Gabe, what do you think?" Sam replied, his voice a little deeper.

Gabriel chuckled. "I know you like me." He grinned at Sam. "How much Sammy?"

Sam hissed. "More than I should." With that he kissed Gabriel, and briefly forgot about everything else in the world.

XXX

(Roger)

"We've got a problem." Lucifer told Michael, and Roger as he was standing in the room.

Roger got up to go but Luce gestured for him to sit down.

"I need you opinion too." Roger sat down as Luce pulled up a chair.

Michael nodded. "What's wrong?"

"We're overhunting." Lucifer explained. "We should be out of prey soon. We've still got plenty of plants but we need meat."

Roger had noticed that there wasn't much meat, and nodded. "So why do you need my opinion?"

"Where are some good hunting grounds?" Lucifer asked. "You explored a different area than us, so do you have any ideas?"

Roger thought for a moment. He and Gabriel had lived over there since they'd left the pride.

"There might be fish in the river, now that the waters running again." He ignored the pang of guilt that was slowly getting easier to deal with.

Michael nodded. "True. And the hunting on the other side of the river?"

"Normally good." Roger answered. "But I'd start at the river first."

"Of course." Michael agreed. "I just meant we have to hunt somewhere until prey comes back."

Lucifer nodded in assent. "When we're eating well again, we can try an attack on the other pride."

Roger looked up. "I'm going." He stated this flatly, but his golden-brown eyes flashed.

Michael and Lucifer shared a look. "Fine."

Roger nodded, and started thinking about the fight. He'd get a little revenge for Sam, Dean and Castiel.

"But we need to go hunting first." Lucifer commented. "We'll start hunting over there as soon as possible."

XXX

(A week later, Cas)

The wind felt great against Castiel's skin as he sat on Bobby's porch. His hair blew out of his face and he closed his eyes to enjoy it fully.

The porch creaked slightly as someone walked towards Castiel. Crowley leaned against the railing, and nodded to Castiel.

Castiel dipped his head in greeting and raised his head so the wind blew around his neck.

"You know Dean's a moron right?" Crowley spoke, making Castiel look over.

"No he's not." Castiel argued instantly, and saw Crowley smirk.

"Apparently you're one too." The were-crow sighed. "How do you feel about Dean?"

Castiel cocked his head. "I like him. He's a friend. He's nice, and I'm sorry he's in pain. It hurts that he's in pain. I don't understand something, I feel, drawn to him."

Crowley chuckled. "I thought so." He smirked. "You're in love with him."

Castiel narrowed his eyes, and cocked his head again. "Maybe." He admitted.

"Maybe?" Crowley asked, smirking even more.

Castiel slowly nodded. "More than maybe. I know he doesn't feel the same way though." A small amount of pain crept into his voice.

Crowley sighed. "I'm not so sure about that."

"He hates me." Castiel argued. "Since two weeks ago, he's hardly said a word to me."

Crowley let out a slow breath. "Morons. And every time you two glance at each other, there's sexual tension. Dean's having a gay crisis."

"No. It's not that." Castiel insisted.

Crowley looked at the door. "Ask him yourself."

Castiel turned around to see Dean standing in the doorway.

XXX

(Dean)

Dean watched Castiel through the window. The were-panther's hair became even more messy as the wind blew through it, and Dean swallowed.

"Idjit." Bobby grumbled, coming up beside Dean.

Dean didn't take his eyes off Cas, even as Crowley walked onto the porch. "I know."

"Well do something 'bout it, boy." Bobby snapped. "For three weeks Crowley and I have watched you two dance around each other."

"He's not like anyone I've ever met." Dean shrugged. "He'd be an omega wolf. He doesn't stand up for himself, more like he lets others see him like he is."

Bobby glanced at Dean. "He sees you how you are."

"Yeah. And it scares me that he's attracted to that." Dean admitted. "He just looks at me, and it's like he sees all of me."

"Are you scared that he's attracted to you, or that you're attracted to him?" The older wolf asked, and Dean knew Bobby would support him.

"Both. The last one mostly." Dean told the truth, since Bobby wouldn't take any crap.

Bobby opened the window a little, and Dean could hear Cas.

"He hates me. Since two weeks ago, he's hardly said a word to me."

Dean flinched as Crowley spoke.

"Morons. And every time you two glance at each other, there's sexual tension. Dean's having a gay crisis."

Dean opened his mouth to object, but fell silent. Because it was true, and Castiel had answered.

"No. It's not that." Castiel insisted, and Dean could hear the pain in the other man's voice.

Bobby shoved him to the door and Crowley looked over. "Ask him yourself."

Castiel turned as Crowley slipped into the house.

"Hey, Cas." Dean murmured, and looked into the dark blue eyes, which were filled with pain.

Castiel stood up, walking towards Dean. "Is Crowley right? Do you care about me?"

Dean closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes."

XXX

Crowley made a soft gagging noise, and Bobby glared at him.

"What? We're never that sappy luv." Crowley gestured to Castiel and Dean, who hadn't come up for air.

"We also admitted our feelings a lot faster." Bobby grumbled. "Not to mention we hadn't gone through what Dean has."

Crowley rolled his eyes. "All the more reason for them to do something. Get the boy over it."

A sharp rap on the window made them jump. Dean grinned at them, hair ruffled and eyes a little glazed. "You mind keeping down the commentary? It's killing the mood."

Bobby shut the window, after saying. "That mood had better stay out of my house."

Author's note: I want to give you a cliff hanger, but I couldn't.

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Me: Yeah, yeah. Hey. You need a name. Review. Name the plot bunny!

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