The hunt went well; although it wasn't the usual salt and burn it was still a lot simpler than he had previously thought. But that didn't mean they weren't tired and beat to hell as they made their way back to the hotel, Dean was busy taking his shower, somehow he'd always be the one to get the brunt of it, falling in mud or getting blood splattered on him. 'Course Sam was still covered in who knows what, roaming around in the woods all night.
If Dean hadn't called dibs on the shower then he might have been able to stay up longer and do some digging into a possible hunt. But as he lay back on the twin bed opposite his brothers, his eyelids heavy as they covered his too tired eyes; turning on his side to block out the buzzing and flickering motel lamp, he was soon out cold.
The next thing he knew he was laying down in the middle of a king size bed in a hotel that for once didn't look like it was the setting of some sleazy drug deal. The air smelled fresh with…mint and chocolate.
Tuning his head slightly he saw that there, in the nicely colored chair, sat Gabriel. But unlike all the other times he had his eyes closed, almost inattentive to the rest of his surroundings.
"I thought angels didn't sleep." He asked, the still form.
Gabriel snapped his eyes open, tilted his head towards Sam and smiled, "That's oh-so-powerful-archangel to you." Sam chuckled, resting back on the bed, "And you're right, we don't." Gabriel continued, moving to sit on the bed.
"So, this is real?" He asked the archangel, unsure of his wild imagination and what it could be doing to him right now.
"Yep, I thought we already covered this, a little short on the draw there eh Samwise."
"Lord of the Rings? Seriously?" He smirked.
Gabriel pouted, "I got a lot of free time, all right; when I'm not busy saving your asses." The comment hung in the air for a moment before Sam could fully respond. "You…you're not saying, this it's a joke right. You don't seriously waste your time-" but suddenly no words were coming out of Sam's mouth, no matter how hard he tried. Until finally he gave up and just sat there facing Gabriel.
"I do what I can kid, I'm sorry I can't be there in the flesh, but," pausing to tilt his head in such a Cas like manner that Sam remembers they're related (like all Angels are, but clearly a bit closer) "I'm a bit tied up right now." Shrugging he suddenly jumped up almost, making Sam feel dizzy just looking at him. "I have a deal for ya Sammy."
"Oh really. I think I'll pass thanks." Sam tried to say, but Gabriel just wasn't listening, instead he continued on as well as if Sam hadn't said a thing.
"Not an option kiddo, sorry. You chose B on a card that only has A." whatever that ment was lost on him as Gabriel continued to speak a mile a minute. "See, with everyone thinking I'm dead and all that jazz, I've been dying," he paused, materializing a lollipop out of thin air and zapping one into Sam's mouth so he wouldn't cut in with the protest that Gabriel knew all too well was already forming in his mind, "Pun intended, to have some fun. It's so boring in your dreams."
"You do know that asking someone to have fun with you and then complaining about the lack of hookers in their dreams isn't the greatest incentive." He pointed out blankly, remembering the two women Gabriel had materialized the first time they had met under the pretense of him being a Trickster.
Gabriel coughed in what seemed to be a protest, but let it slide realizing how true it was, "You still haven't answered my question."
"Won't Dean notice that I'm gone?" He asked, stirring slightly from his position to see how Gabriel will answer.
"You won't really be gone." He stated, waving his hands, "Technically you'll just be asleep. You do realize I can change your dreams into anything." As if to prove this point suddenly the scene changes and Sam feels like they're in TV land all over again, until he feels soft sand underneath his feet and wildlife all around, the crystal clear water was the next thing he noticed.
"See, I gotta lot of time on my hands and honestly I'm bored." The archangel stated, Sam looked at him and there was something in his eyes that spoke eons. Sam wanted to know exactly what was going on because this seemed like it was just scratching the surface. He was sure that if he played along maybe Gabriel would tell him more.
"Alright, deal." He said, and the grin that spread across Gabriel's face could have been one to match the Cheshire cat, except there was no malice in it, just pure childlike excitement.
"Alright then, catch ya later sasquatch." And like the previous night Sam's eyes snapped open to light filtering into the room and the sound of Dean gargling mouth wash in the bathroom. He was a little alarmed at the fact all this would take place in his dreams but he pushed it aside as he stretched yawning for all he was worth, feeling well rested and…happy?
Even though a part of him hated to admit it he was almost as excited as Gabriel was to be spending these 'dream sequences' together. But, he'd never say it aloud or let Gabriel know, for now he'd just have to let it all fly its own course and enjoy the ride.
A/N: Well, here's the second chappie, hope you all enjoyed~