Yes, this is crap, but we got stuck and don't know where to go with this chapter. It will be edited heavily later. If you guys can think of anything to add or take out from this, it would much appreciated. We have better in store for the next chapter.
Sam woke up to a shrill scream. He jolted up and flipped on the bedside lamp to find Gabriel sitting up in the other bed, staring directly ahead. His breath came in sharp pants and he was shaking all over. A second or two later, he screamed again, this time with an emphatic "NO!" tacked on the end.
What's going on? Sam wondered. Gabriel didn't even appear to be awake. Then he remembered the nights when he was young and Dean would shake him awake with comforting words after he'd had an especially vivid nightmare. Night terrors, Dad had called them. He jumped out of bed and padded over to offer the angel support. He sat down with Gabriel and began softly stroking his shoulders in the way Dean used to, but Gabe flinched every time Sam touched him, so he wrapped the angel in his arms and pulled him down so they were spooned together. Sam was so exhausted that when Gabriel's whimpers died down, he fell asleep almost immediately, still holding the archangel close.
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What was that smell? Sam wondered. It smelled sweet, sugary even, but with an undertone of power, like thunder and heavy rain. He breathed deeper in an attempt to catch all the nuances of the scent. It was pleasant to him and remind the hunter of the many rainy days trapped inside of motel rooms with his brother. Sam opened his eyes to see the source and was met with honey-colored strands of hair draped over his nose. It took a few moments for it to register, but he soon realized with no small amount of embarrassment that he had been sniffing Gabriel's hair.
"Smell something ya like?" came a sarcastic drawl from in front of him. Oh God, he was awake.
"I - I was just - smelled something...interesting? And I wanted...I thought it might be food." He stuttered. Cheeks flaming, he extricated himself from the archangel and stumbled into the bathroom to perform his morning ritual. He told himself to ignore Gabriel, but the cheeky bastard refused to leave his mind. The hunter couldn't ignore that he had just spent the night intertwined with Gabriel in a rather intimate way.
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Sam Winchester had been to so many Denny's across America that they had all begun to blur together. After checking out of the motel, Gabriel had asked for breakfast so now he sat in the red and gold booth with a loaded veggie omelet sitting in front of him while Gabriel looked on disapprovingly. The archangel's own breakfast of pancakes and a pumpkin pie milkshake made Sam wrinkle his nose, his distaste for Gabriel's sweet tooth evident.
"Can't believe they don't have real maple syrup," Gabriel complained between bites,"This corn syrup stuff just can't compare."
"Why are you even eating?" Sam questioned, having been curious for a while, "You're an angel."
Gabriel shrugged. "Joie de vivre."
"Aren't you a little short on that? Sorry, no offense."
Gabriel picked up the unworthy pitcher of not-maple syrup, cocked his head, looked at it, and took a generous swig.
He set the pitcher down with a clank and looked at Sam. For a moment, Sam could see the archangel in his eyes, the power, the loss, and an overwhelming sense of guilt. "It's called the joy of living, Sam. It comes from experiencing life, not wallowing in...whatever."
Sam pointed at the syrup. "Did you just drink that?"
And just like that, the moment was past.
They were eating in silence when Dean called for their help on the Branson case. Sam had planned on leaving anyways, but it was nice that Dean had thought to ask for help.
"Cas had to leave on angel business," the older hunter explained over the phone, " It's a coven, so I need some backup. Don't crash Baby on the way down here, kay?"
Sam nodded, smiling a little at Dean's fondness for his Impala, "Okay, see you in a couple hours."