"Look, Gabe I really need to get back to my brother." Sam started, rolling off the bed and bustling about in attempt to recover his discarded clothing.
Gabriel groaned, "Why do you always have to 'get back to my brother'"
"Gabriel..."
"I know, I know. I can't act jealous and I can't take revenge." Gabriel pulled up his knees and rested his arms over them, practically burying his have in the crook of his arms, "I'm a just a stupid little string-along-angel without his grace."
"Gabriel!" Sam snapped. "If you'd wait for me to finish, instead of pouting, you'd know that I'm going back to find a way to restore your grace."
The angel didn't speak, but looked about ready to cry. "I'm sorry Sam."
Sam sighed before settling himself on the bed once again and ruffling Gabriel's hair lightly. "I'll fix this. I promise."
Gabriel flung himself at Sam, kissing him passionately, "I love you."
Sam didn't say much, but tried to process what he'd just heard, "I-"
"It's fine. I know you don't love me." he sat back on his ankles, "However, it's my new life goal to get you to."
Sam smiled sadly before planting a light kiss on the angel's forehead and slipping into his clothes. "You know, you could just come along."
"I can?"
"Of course. The idea is to get you out of the mess. I'm sure even Dean won't have a logical reason to kick you out." Sam held a caring hand out and Gabriel took it gladly, "One condition, no picking fights."
Gabriel groaned again, "Alright fine, but what if he starts it?"
"Then I'll kick him in the shins."
They both laughed, "Alright."
Gabriel lifted a hand to zap them, but Sam stopped him, "Actually, I think we should bring the impala back to him. Dean's probably already having a fit."