Sam took a nervous seat in the faux chair, the one Gabriel had invented with the powers of the trickster. It felt sturdy enough. "Alright Gabriel, what happened?" he finally mustered.
After a few breaths, and a long stare or two, Gabriel spoke, "There was this demon..." he started, "he told me that you liked the more powerful types."
Sam flinched, "Say what now?"
"Well," Gabriel started playing with his hands, "you like Dean, and he's always saving you so... it made sense."
Sam ran his hands over his face, "Okay, okay... just continue, this is making me uncomfortable."
"Well, he told me that the most absolute power was that of a fallen angel."
"Fallen angel?"
"An angel with black wings, fallen from faith."
Sam furrowed his brow, "How does an angel 'fall from faith'?"
"I traded my grace."
"You what?!" Sam yelled, almost in an angered tone.
"Look Sam, I messed up. I was off my rocker, I get it, but I'm powerful now."
"Dean still kicked your ass to kingdom come though." Sam replied, almost with a slight smirk.
Gabriel grew irritated. "Very funny moose."
"Don't call me- hey..." Sam frowned, "Where'd you hear that nickname?"
"Huh? Moose?" he leaned back, seemingly as confused as Sam, "I guess I just picked it up."
"I've only ever heard Crowley call me that."
Gabriel grimaced, "That's him! That's the name of the demon. That's the ass who stole my grace."
"Damn it." Sam ran his hands through his hair, "With a bottle of angel grace... well, Crowley could do anything! We need to get to Dean."
"Sam!" Gabriel barked, seemingly angered, maybe a little sad.
"Look, Gabriel, Dean can help us." Sam rolled his eyes, "Don't take offence every time I bring him up."
The angel crossed his arms and lifted his chin, almost in a child's pout. Something Gabriel would do for sure, "I'm not moving then. There is no way I'm going with you back to Dean. He's-"
"My brother." Sam snapped. "Look," he stood, looking down at the angel, "you say you're in love with me, if that's the truth, then do this for me."
"What do I get in return?"
Sam sighed. He leaned over, eye level with a shocked looking Gabriel, "Fine." he planted a quick kiss on the angel's lips, finding them softer then he'd expected. It wasn't as bad as he imagined either, unlike their first kiss; forced on him. This kiss was light and stomach turning.
"Sam... was that?"
"Ehem," he coughed uncomfortably. "Let's just get moving."
"But... I want to kiss more." the angel replied, almost in an innocent way, but at the same time... mature.
"Gabriel-"
Gabriel stood, cutting him off with another kiss. Sam didn't retreat from this one, but stood, hands raised and confused as far as where to go, while the angel pushed his against the Winchester's chest. It was a sweet kiss at first, light pecks and quickened breath. Then the pecks lingered, and slowly faded into intense ones, Gabriel cupping Sam's cheek and neck. Sam's hands knew where to go now. They knew exactly where they wanted to be thanks to his clouded brain, who fought to maintain Sam's intentions. Sam rested them lightly against Gabriel's hips, then firmly, then desperately.