A/N: Oh my jeesus! My laptop, being a pissy little demon, enjoys turning off at random intervals even though it's plugged in and with full battery. That happened today… and I had to rewrite half of the whole chapter.

I'm mean, I didn't include much on Sabriel… but then again I said they were 'on the side!'

This chapter is dedicated to my computer teacher, Mr. L, because he, a fellow Supernatural fan, found out today that I enjoy writing gay sex. And freaked. But still likes me. Way to go Mr. L!

I think we've become used to this, do I even have to anymore? Tally ho~!

**SUPERNATURAL, DEAN, CAS, AND EVERYONE ELSE DON'T BELONG TO ME. THEY BELONG TO KRIPKE. I'M ONLY BORROWING THEM FOR MY OWN PLEASURE. WOW, THAT SOUNDED DIRTY**

Sam walked around the motel room slowly, trying to look away from the disheveled Dean but unable to do so. It was just… so weird seeing his brother like this. Dean was never weak, nor vulnerable, and would, even after their years of travelling on the road together, never ever masturbate, especially to the thought of a man, let alone…

Wait a second… Sam paused, sitting steadily down and looking over to his brother.

Had Dean said 'Cas'?

Many an hour earlier…

Sam stood outside the motel room, concern deeply set into his face. Castiel was their way to sort out this Angels versus what-the-fuck-ever anymore, and having him affected in any way wouldn't very well do anything to help their cause. And anyway, Castiel the Angel had become a good friend to himself and Dean. It was almost an obligation rising in his chest for Sam to find a way to help him.

Flicking on his cell phone Sam started to dial, but stopped when an odd wind seemed to brush just over his shoulder. It was an almost familiar feeling; Castiel sometimes arrived with that ominous wind-thing. So instinctually Sam raised his head up to look; only to be completely taken aback by his visitor.

"Gabriel?"

The Archangel laughed, taking a sort of flamboyant bow. His smile was charismatic as always and still had that hit of a sneer that set anyone under it alert with suspicion. He wore the usual almost-military-but-not-quite jacket over a dark grey button-up t-shirt with accompanying faded blue jeans. His dark brown slicked-back hair allowed small wisps of what was out of place rustle with the wind around them, and he winked at Sam as he leaned on the hood of the Impala.

Sam glared at him with all the anger and annoyance he could muster, shoving the phone into his pocket and folding his arms across his chest. The Trickster copied his movements cockily, winking again at him. This only served to anger the Winchester further. The last thing he needed was practical jokes or riddles or whatever Gabriel wanted to do to him this time. Castiel needed help.

"Hello there Sammy boy." Gabriel said sweetly, pulling a small sucker from thin and air popping it into his mouth.

Sam rolled his eyes at the display of power. What a kid.

"Seriously Gabriel, I don't have time to mess with you right now." He said, frustrated.

Gabriel gave him a small childish pout and Sam's eyes widened at the display. For some reason, Gabriel looked… cuter than normal.

Whoa whoa whoa, Sam. His mind thought, attempting to give him a mental smack. This is an angel we're talking about!

Sam had long ago accepted that he was bi-sexual. On many hunts, namely the ones Dean was in Hell during, Sam found that he was attracted to men as much as women. A one-night stand in a bar around the second month had assured him that either way, sex was sex and sometimes guys were better than girls. He… wasn't choosy. He would always love Jess above all, but what were a few guys who were just looking for the same thing he was? Of course, Sam had almost stopped altogether when Dean had come back. He was too worried that Dean would find out and hate him for doing guys as well. But there were a few nights every some-number of months that Dean would go, get a chick, and get drunk enough to not care about anything and that was Sam's perfect opportunity to sneak away.

But an angel? Hell no! Those were seriously not to be touched! Especially one as deceitful and conniving as the Trickster, Gabriel!

"Sammy!" Gabriel chortled, walking towards the broad man and patting his back. "You're too stressed! What's say you and I get outta here huh? You really don't want to go back in there in a bit."

Sam stiffened at Gabriel's touch, trying to ignore the fact his hand was warm and the man's breath smelled faintly of red wine. Could archangels even get drunk? Well, yes or no, Sam didn't care. Or so he kept on telling himself.

"What are you talking about…?" Sam questioned through gritted teeth. Had Gabriel planned something?

The smaller man let out bell-chime laughter, and Sam felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sound. Okay, so trying to ignore it was the wrong idea. But he couldn't let the Angel-gone-Demigod find out that he was seriously becoming turned on from just a touch. It was awfully embarrassing, but understandable since he had not gotten off in weeks, worrying so much about the Apocalypse and all. But hey, he had needs too!

"Cupids affect every being in the known universe kiddo," Gabriel explained. "even angels. So…" His eyes shifted back towards the motel door, and he let out another bellow of laughter. "Once Castiel wakes up, Dean's gonna be in for a hell of a treat."

Sam paled, and his gaze quickly shifted to match the archangels. Would Cas try and… er… lust on Dean? Dean was horribly straight, Sam knew that since his older brother had laid his first woman back when the boy was… just 15! Sam shuddered at the remembrance; she was tall, had a huge chest, and kept calling Sam "cutie pie".

"So cutie pie, let's say you and I make like bandits and enjoy ourselves a bit?" Sam glared at his current unwanted companion at the nickname. It was like his mind had been read.

"I don't want to enjoy anything with you Gabriel." He stated, trying to pour menace into his glare. But Gabriel seemed to be unaffected completely!

"Oh, but I think you would~" Suddenly, Gabriel was standing on his tip-toes, his lips just hovering beneath Sam's. The Hunter found himself unable to move, but not by any magic. It was like there was a seriously awkward connection between the two of them, and Sam was hesitant and yet eager to discover what it actually was.

"I think you would very much." The Trickster's voice dropped a few octaves, and Sam felt shivers run down his back as the sweet wine-breath ran over his chapped lips.

"G-Gabe..." Sam mumbled, his eyes falling slowly down to become half-lidded. The Angel but be doing something to him… that was it… that or he was really, really horny. Either option was possible at this point.

Gabriel chuckled, reaching up to tap Sam's chin with his pointer finger playfully.

"I like that. Call me that from now on." He said huskily, pressing himself up on his toes farther and letting their lips press together.

Sam let a small smile grace his still slightly-swollen lips at the remembrance of the night. Gabriel sure had been rough…

"Sammy?"

Sam was jolted out of his musings as Dean called him from across the room. The younger brother looked up uncertainly, hoping Dean had at least made himself decent. Thank God he had. Sam walked over to him progressively, leaning down to make sure he was alright.

"Mind tellin' me what's going on Dean?" Sam asked his brother slowly.

Dean stared at him with softened jade eyes, his expression one of someone who wasn't really there mentally. Sam ruffled his sweaty hair softly.

"Dean, I know what I heard. We have to talk about this some time." Sam told Dean, but his brother still didn't reply.

Abruptly, Dean's eyes changed from glazed to completely focused, and Sam was taken aback at the sudden change. He followed Dean's gaze slowly; it wasn't directed at his face but somewhere a tad lower. And then Sam felt like he was hit with a dump-truck to the brain.

The hickey!

Sam moaned and panted, ravishing Gabriel, who was making similar noises, with large and wet sloppy kisses. The moaning Archangel yanked Sam upward by his shirt collar, and Sam let out a keening noise as his neck was assaulted brutally. Sucking and biting the tender flesh just beneath his collarbone, Gabriel spared no thought to how Sam was going to explain his battle wound, and at the time Sam only thought of it as a joke.

"Y-Ya know…" Sam panted briefly, pulling Gabe's face up to meet his and kissing him languidly. "Dean's gunna kill me… I'm kinda excited."

Gabriel did his usual response to Sam's words, laughing, and kissed him back, biting on his lower lip and tugging on it harshly. Sam let out a moan, and they rolled back on top of each other, each trying to gain dominance and yet at the same time not really caring who won.

Dean stared at Sam curiously, his eyebrows knit together into a tight frown. The younger of the two let out a small gulp, looking down at the man nervously.

"D-Dean...?" Sam inquired. "W-What are you l-looking at...?"

Dean reached up quickly, yanking Sam's shirt collar down and the man along with it. Sam let out a yelp of pain as Dean tried to surely strangle him.

"Sammy?" Dean's breaths were heavy and paced, like he was trying not to let a python strangle him to death. Sam had heard this type of breathing before. Dean was pissed and wasn't trying very hard to stop it. Sam on the other hand, was seriously grossed out that a hand crusted with his brother's… man-juices was touching so close to his skin.

"Y-Yeah...?"

"What... in HELL... IS THIS?" Dean roared in Sam's ear, pointing with a rough finger to the dark spot right below Sam's collarbone.

"Uh..." Sam crimsoned in a blush, gulping steadily and trying to figure out what to say.

"A hickey?"

"AND WHO THE HELL GAVE MY LITTLE BROTHER A HICKEY?"

Again Sam tried to find the words, and, unable to come up with a suitable lie, mumbled the truth.

"Gabriel."

"He's dead! DEAD!" Dean snarled minutes later, pacing up and down the room. He felt a strange sense of déjà-vu overcoming him, except in Sam's place leaning against the table Castiel had been there hours before.

Castiel…

Dean shook his head frantically. The Angel could fucking wait! He had worse things to deal with!

"Do you mind telling me why this is such a big deal?" Sam asked tiredly, rolling his eyes. Dean looked at him incredulously, his mouth agape.

"Because Sammy! He forced you to… you and him did… AUGH!"

"Gabe didn't force me to do anything!" Sam yelled back, angry as all hell.

Dean looked at him like he was saying he wanted to join the Opera, and a small dark chuckle escaped from his lips.

"So what Sam? Are you trying to tell me you're gay? And for archangel no less?" He spat out.

Sam looked fiercely at him, the fire in his eyes becoming an all-out inferno.

"Does it matter? God Dean, here you go being so closed-minded!" Sam raged, throwing his hands up into the air. "And I'm not gay! Is there anything wrong with liking both guys and girls? Huh Dean? What's the big fucking deal! God man, I knew you would be like this if I told you!" He crossed his arms over his chest, keeping his distance from his hurt older brother.

Dean looked at him sadly, his face plain confusion and sadness. He didn't need Sammy mad at him. Not now, not during this… seriously freaky time. The elder slowly walked towards Sam, looking up at him with apologetic and questioning eyes.

"So… you like… go both ways? Not choosy or some dumb shit?" He asked carefully.

" 'S not dumb shit Dean." Sam replied, not looking at him and pouting his bottom lip out.

"Sorry baby bro… I just… how long have you like… known?"

Sam looked down at him through one eye, carefully weighing his response before shrugging his shoulders.

"A while. Since you went to hell. Just… didn't care one night. And I liked it. Does it matter? I'm still me."

"No, I guess it doesn't matter." Dean patted Sam's arm, letting out a long sigh he didn't know he had been holding.

"So… how did you like… know?"

Sam looked at him with a cocked eyebrow for a moment, before understanding and nodding gravely.

"Time to talk about Castiel?"

"Yeah, time to talk about Cas."

A/N: Tada? I know I made the last part totally awkward, but I had to make Dean go a little WTF on Sam's half-gayness.

Castiel returns next chapter, and the (possibly 'a') confrontation will occur. With Gabe mixed in for added sweetness~

Review? *hands you Gabe on a cookie-platter*