Sam was bored. He'd been suck all day on the couch with nothing to do but watch whatever stupid thing Gabriel put on TV. Well, alright, to be fair, Gabriel had offered to let him choose what they watched several times, but he'd declined, for no other reason than to be difficult.

Gabriel turned to Sam and saw that the boy looked non too pleased. Not that that surprised him. Sam hadn't been happy since before Gabriel had brought him home. But right now he was fidgety and looked bored. It might be a good idea to take him out so he could work off the pent up energy that was likely inside of him. He was after all in a child's body, and kids tended to be more energetic than adults. "What do you say we go for a walk?"

"No," Sam said stubbornly. Actually, a walk sounded good. The idea of getting some fresh are was appealing, but again, he was trying to be difficult, even at his own expense. He had promised Gabriel that he'd make things difficult. He took that promise very seriously.

Gabriel could tell what the boy was trying to do. He was going to shoot down any idea Gabriel came up with, even if it made him miserable. Well, it wasn't going to happen. "Come on, we've got about an hour before dinner. We'll go take a walk."

"I said I don't want to," Sam said in a slightly raised voice.

"Well, I do, and you go where I go," Gabriel said before walking over to the front door. There was a pair of child sized shoes by it. Gabriel picked them up and brought them over to Sam.

Sam sighed and started putting the shoes on. He would argue more, but he really did want to get out of the house. Maybe it would seem like less of a prison outside.

Gabriel put his own shoes on and went over to the boy and held out his hand. "Come on."

Sam didn't take the archangel's hand, but he did get up and go over to the door.

Gabriel followed him and the two of them walked outside and down the street.

Sam looked around at the normal looking neighborhood. "I thought we were in another dimension."

"We are," Gabriel confirmed.

"It looks just like Earth," Sam said.

"This part of it does because I added some things to make it look normal. The rest of it is just a bunch of land," Gabriel said.

"So, it's not real?" Sam asked.

"Sure it is, just like our house and everything in it is real. It's more like I just conjured things. Anything that exists in the world, I can create," Gabriel said. About the only difference with that was people. He could create something resembling a human, but they weren't real. They looked and felt real, but they had no personality and no feelings. They were more like robots, only they weren't made of machines.

"It's not my house," Sam grumbled, not even really paying attention to the rest of what Gabriel said.

Gabriel decided to ignore the comment. There was no reason to engage in an argument right now. So the two of them just kept walking. They walked down a few streets until they came to park with a playground.

"Why would you make a park?" Sam wondered. There were no actual children here, or even humans, so he didn't see the point.

Gabriel shrugged. "I told you, I wanted things to look normal. Every town has a playground in it." Actually, he'd made the park to take Sam to when his mind changed. He'd planned to even create children, fake, of course, for him to play with. They also had a swing-set and pool in their backyard, but there were times when they'd both need a change in scenery, and every kid liked going to the park from time to time.

"So this place is only the size of a town," Sam asked as they kept walking.

Gabriel laughed. "Oh, no. Our part is. I told you, I only made adjustments to some if it. The rest of the dimension is much bigger, though not as big as Earth. I'd say it's about the size of a few states, so not actually that big compared to the whole planet of Earth. It doesn't need to be though. Except for you and me, there's no one here."

"Why was it created then?" Sam wondered.

"Not sure. Dad created a lot of things. Some he ended up using, some he didn't. This one was basically tossed aside. He just never bothered to destroy it," Gabriel said.

"What's to stop Michael or Lucifer from finding us here?" Sam asked. Honestly, he wanted them to find them. Well, sort of. They would at least get him out of there, away from the archangel bent on controlling his every move. Of course, he wasn't sure what they'd do to him when they learned they couldn't change him back, but he felt like it had to be better than spending centuries as a five-year-old.

"There are a lot of dimensions in the universe, Sammy. It would take them a long time to search them all. Besides, when they learn you're with me, they will probably also know how young you are and that there's no fixing it. There won't be any point of looking," Gabriel explained.

"There's always revenge," Sam said.

"Revenge isn't really Michael's style. Don't get me wrong, if you've pissed him off and you're in front of him, he will take it, but he won't waste his time going looking for it, especially if there's no point to it," Gabriel said. Of course, Lucifer was another matter. He did enjoy revenge and probably would look for Gabriel. If he lived anyway, which Gabriel doubted he would. It was highly unlikely Lucifer would be the winner even with Sam as his vessel since Michael was more powerful, but in such a mediocre one, he stood no chance, especially since Dean had made his intentions to say yes very clear.

"What about Lucifer?" Sam wondered.

"Well, even if he looked, it would take him a while. He'd want to handle the thing with Michael first. Michael wouldn't wait long enough for him to search the universe," Gabriel said. That would be especially true when Michael took Dean, but Gabriel had no intention of mentioning that to Sam. Sam hadn't seemed to come to the conclusion that Dean was going to consent, and Gabriel hoped he wouldn't. Sam did not need to know what his brother was sacrificing.

After a bit, Sam started to slow down as they walked. He was getting tired. He wasn't sure why. It wasn't late and they couldn't have been walking more than a half hour. He'd walked much longer than this without it being a problem.

Gabriel noticed that Sam was slowing down. "What's the matter? Are your getting tired? You wanna go back."

"No, I'm fine," Sam said. He wasn't going to admit any kind of problem to Gabriel. Besides, he didn't want to go back to the house yet. Actually, he didn't want to go back at all.

"Alright, but let me know when you start to get tired. Your body's small and not used to extensive walking, especially at this time of night," Gabriel said. It was almost five. It was around this time that kids started to wind down.

"Whatever," Sam said as he continued to walk.

"We'll go for another ten minutes or so and then we should get back anyway," Gabriel said.

Sam barely made it the ten minutes before he stopped and started rubbing his eyes. He was getting really tired. It was like it just snuck up on him. Come to think of it, he could remember things like this happening as a kid. He'd be okay one minute and then just like pass out ten minutes later. He could only guess it was a little kid thing.

Gabriel stopped and sighed. "So you are tired."

"I said I'm fine," Sam mumbled. Of course, it was much less convincing than the last time.

"Come on, we're going back," Gabriel said before picking him up. He really should make him walk for lying to him, but he wasn't so cruel. Besides, he knew Sam wouldn't be pleased with him carrying him, so he still got a bit of a punishment in there.

"Hey! I don't need you to carry me. I can walk just fine," Sam said.

"You can barely hold your head up," Gabriel said.

"Well, can't you just teleport us then," Sam asked.

"I suppose, but this way you learn a lesson. The next time I ask you if you're tired, you tell me the truth. You're lucky I don't pull you over my knee. In the future, I will not tolerate lies," Gabriel said.

Sam huffed a bit, but didn't say anything else, and soon he felt himself drop his head onto Gabriel's shoulder and he began to fall asleep.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

When Gabriel arrived back at the house, Sam was fast asleep. Gabriel wanted to leave him there and let him sleep, but he decided that it might not be the best idea. The kid would be up in the middle of the night if he did that.

Gabriel put Sam on the couch and started to shake him. "Sammy. Come on, buddy, you need to get up."

Sam groaned and tried to push the hand shaking him away.

"Sam, you can't sleep right now," Gabriel said.

"Leave me alone," Sam said as he turned away, half asleep.

"No, kiddo. You have to get up. I don't want you up all night. You can go to sleep in a little bit, but I want you to get up now," Gabriel said.

Sam huffed and opened his eyes. "I hate you."

"I'm sorry, kiddo. It's partially my fault. I forgot that even though your mind is twenty-six, your body is five and needs more sleep. I should've made you take a nap hours ago," Gabriel said. He thought about that on the way back. A walk shouldn't really have put him over like that. It might make him a bit tired, but not like that, which meant he was probably getting a bit tired before they left.

If Sam wasn't so tired right now, he'd probably be outraged at the idea of such a thing, but he was too tired to care. "When will you let me sleep?"

"Soon. I want you to at least eat dinner. Then it should be late enough for you to just go to sleep for the night. Come on, come sit at the table while I get dinner ready," Gabriel said before taking the boy's hand and helping him off the couch. It was almost six now, so it would still be pretty early when Sam went to bed, but hopefully not too early that he wouldn't sleep through the night.

"Make it quick," Sam demanded with a grumble as he was led into the kitchen. He took a seat the table and waited.

Gabriel did make it quick. He made a couple of burgers and salads and brought it to the table, along with two glasses of milk.

Sam got through his salad and half his burger before he began to nod off again.

Gabriel got up and picked the boy up. "Alright, you've had enough. Let's get you to bed."

The fact that Sam didn't protest when Gabriel picked him up was a testament to how tired he was. Hell, he didn't even put up a fight when Gabriel helped him into his pajamas and tucked him into bed.

Gabriel just finished pulling the covers over his charge snugly. "Alright, kiddo. I'll see you in the morning."

Sam didn't answer of course. He was sound asleep.