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Sam stood in for doorway, looking at the room in awe. In his wildest dreams he couldn't have imagined something so incredible. He wanted to say something, anything to express the whirlwind of emotions that were filling his chest, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. Gabriel waited anxiously waited for some sign of how he was feeling, but there wasn't anything. So he opened the connection between them and risked a brush against Sam's mind. That told him what he wanted to know, and he was able to relax a little.

Finally, Sam spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This is... I can't... I don't know what to say..." He stuttered.

Gabriel squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, and it was only then that Sam remembered that he wasn't the only one in the room. He turned on his heels and surprised Gabriel by wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you."

"Anytime." The angel replied sincerely. Gabriel didn't have a word to express the warmth that came with the hug or for the way his chest constricted with happiness, but he supposed he didn't need one. Sam let go of him and started to explore the new room while Gabriel turned back to Castiel and Dean. Cas grinned at his brother and clapped him on the back.

"That feeling you didn't have a word for is called love."

"Were you just reading my thoughts?"

"Maybe."

"I take offense to that."

"Really? Because you do it to me every day. Not so fun to be on the receiving end of it, is it?"

Gabriel grumbled in reply. Castiel just smirked, then turned to watch Sam. It was clear that the boy didn't know where to start. Castiel looked into his brother's mind and told him to go and help him. Gabriel looked at him questioningly, and Castiel gently pushed him forward. Sam was busy looking at the bookshelf and Gabriel went over to sit by him.

"Find one you like?" He asked.

Sam nodded. "More than one. I loved all of these when I was a kid."

"I know. That's why I picked them."

A slight look of surprise flickered across Sam's face before he smiled. "Really?"

Gabriel nodded. "Want to read one together?"

Sam smiled and nodded. "Mhm."

Gabriel grinned. "Alright. Pick out your favorite one and I'll read it with you."

Sam scanned the shelf and pulled out a personal favorite: The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein.

"Good Choice." Gabriel praised. Sam couldn't help the pride that swelled in his chest at the words. He sat down on the bed with Sam next to him, and started to read aloud.

"Once there was a tree..."

Castiel smiled, happy to see the pair of them bonding, and carried Dean back out to the living room. He whimpered a bit at leaving, but Castiel was quick to hush him.

"Uncle Gabe and Sammy need some time together, okay baby boy?"

Dean frowned but nodded. Castiel settled him on his lap and cuddled with him. While the two of them busied themselves with that, Gabriel had his hands full with Sam. When the story was done, Sam was happy. He hadn't heard that story in years. It took him back to a time when he felt safe and cared for. When Gabriel put the book back on the shelf, Sam frowned. He didn't want it to be over so soon. Gabriel turned to Sam expectantly.

"Is there anything else you want to do?"

Sam shrugged, and Gabriel knew it was time to take the reins for himself.

"How about getting into something more comfortable."

"Like what?"

"How about some pajamas?"

Sam nodded. "Okay."

"Do you want to do it yourself or do you need a hand?"

"I'm okay. Thanks." Gabriel nodded, and then went to stand outside the door. When it opened again, Sam was in a pair of little boy pjs and, although Gabriel could never say it out loud, looked adorable.

"How about you color for awhile while me and Cassie start dinner?"

Sam nodded, and started getting into his art supplies before bringing them out to the living room. Dean was still in Castiel's lap when he arrived. Castiel smiled and sat Dean on the floor so that he could play with his brother. Gabriel came out shortly after and ushered his brother into the kitchen. As they started preparing dinner, they switched into their native language of enochian.

"So what did Azrael say?" Asked Castiel.

"I found out why the scythe couldn't kill him."

"Really? Why?"

"He said only a virtuous soul can destroy him."

"What did he mean by virtuous?"

"I don't know. He lost consciousness before I could find out."

"And his grace?"

"Don't worry. I've got it stashed where no one will ever find it."

"You're sure of that?"

"Oh ye of little faith. Yes I'm sure." Said Gabriel, rolling his eyes.

They worked in silence for a few minutes before Castiel spoke again.

"How are things going with Sam?"

"Good. Really good."

"I told you you'd be fine."

"I know." Gabriel paused. "When I pictured this I could have never imagined what it would really feel like. I don't know how you stand it, Cassie. All those feelings..."

"I never said it was easy. But every second with him is a gift. Never forget that."

"I won't." He promised.

They finished making dinner for the two boys and served them their food. Castiel fed Dean his portion while Gabriel merely observed Sam eating his. When dinner was done, they watched over the boys as they played together. When both of them began yawning, the angels took the hint and put their boys to bed.

Gabriel led Sam to his new bedroom and pulled back the covers before letting Sam climb in. Instantly, a sleepy look came over Sam's face. Then Gabriel tucked him in and smiled down at him.

"Goodnight Sam."

"Goodnight." He said, smiling. Gabriel was about to turn out the light when Sam stopped him.

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"Will you read me another story?"

Gabriel smiled. "Sure." He grabbed a classic from the bookshelf and started to read.

"Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown."

The story began, and Sam's eyelids were quickly fluttering shut. When the book was done, he was sure Sam was asleep. He put it back on the shelf, carefully got up from the bed, and turned out the light, taking one last look at him.

"Goodnight Sammy." He whispered. He was about to close the door when a voice almost too quiet for him to hear, said:

"Goodnight Daddy."

Gabriel couldn't stop smiling.