~*~Gabe's POV~*~
Of course Gabriel had heard the prayer his hunter had sent him. My hunter? No quit thinking like that. He isn't yours. He never will be. Why he didn't immediately answer Sam's prayer, Gabriel didn't know. Sam sounded weird when he prayed to me. Not quite sick, just... off. Upset or something.
Gabe wanted to know why Sam was upset, so he flew over to Apple-bury Library. Just in time it seems, because Sam was getting up to leave when Gabriel appeared.
"Gabe!" Sam startled backwards, thumping against a bookshelf and earning a glare from the old lady behind the desk. Gabe assumed she was a librarian.
"I didn't think you were coming." Sam whispered, looking at his feet.
"I had to. You sounded funny. What's up?" Gabriel asked.
"You dropped a feather." Sam blurted out and looked away as blush crept up Sam's face. Gabriel raised an eyebrow and smirked, saying "How d'you know I dropped it?" Gabe asked, and Sam turned a brighter red.
"You, uh, didn't drop it? Why did you leave it there then?" Sam asked as the blush slowly receeded.
"A little gift for my favorite hunter!" And the blush came back.
"Uh, Why are we at a library instead of the motel?" Gabriel asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Oh. That." Sam said, attempting to sound casual (and failing!) "Well Cas sensed your feather's grace on me and I didn't have an explanation. So I left."
Gabe nodded, lost in thought. Sam has the feather with him. He's had it with him all day. Gabe smiled at the thought.
~*~At the motel~*~
"Dean, why are you upset?" Cas' voice echoed behind him, sounding confused. Dean sighed, "Sam had Angel Grace on him! And not just any angel, Gabriel! WHY WOULD HE HAVE GABRIEL'S GRACE ON HIM?!" Dean replied, shouting the last part. Cas flinched,
"I don't know Dean. He will be back soon, and you can ask him then." Cas soothed Dean, who nodded slightly.
Dean sat back down, as he had stood up when he was screaming, releasing a pent-up breath.
Sam has some serious explaining to do as soon as he walks in that door.
Of course, Sam walked in not five minutes later, with a fake smile plastered on his face; Gabe trailed in behind him.
"Okay." Dean started, taking a deep breath "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, SAMMY?! WHY DID YOU HAVE ANGEL GRACE ON YOU?! GABRIEL'S ANGEL GRACE?!" Dean lost it.
"He still has Angel Grace on him." Cas said quietly. Sam gave Cas his bitchface before saying to Dean, "I had—Have- Gabe's Grace on me because..." Sam sighed resignedly, and turned away "Because Gabe-gave-me-a-feather-and-it's-in-my-pocket." He said really quickly. It took Dean a minute or so before he actually knew what Sam said. It took a few more to let that sink in.
"He WHAT?!" Dean asked, slightly shouting.*
"Sam said-" Cas started when Dean interrupted:
"I know what Sam said. That isn't what I meant."
"Dean, calm down." Sam told him "God, you'd think I murdered the king." Sam muttered, but Dean didn't hear over the clap of thunder and flash of lightning from outside.
Sam took some golden thingy out of his pocket and threw it up in frustration before storming away. As it fluttered toward the ground, the three of them realized it was Gabe's feather. Dean gasped and Cas froze, but Gabe snatched it out of the air.
Gabriel glared at Dean, his gaze causing Dean to shrivel and shrink slightly. Barely noticeable really, and Gabe stomped out of the motel room into the onslaught of rain, thunder, and lightning.
~*~Gabe's POV~*~
Gabe sat down on the porch and sighed. The last few minutes had been too dramatic even for him, even for The Trickster!
Haha, and I thought MY family was dramatic! Over a little feather! The Winchesters fought because of a feather! More ridiculous than when Luci and Mikey fought over who got to raise the sun the next morning! That was before The Fall, of course. Gabe's smile dropped.
Gabe flew... Somewhere. He probably landed in his 'home', but couldn't see due to the tears now rushing down his cheeks. This was a side of him no one else had ever seen... No one except Castiel who had once accidentally walked in on him crying.
~*~Sam's POV~*~
As soon as Sam was near the bed, he fell, luckily managing to land on the soft mattress and fluffy pillows. He curled up into a little ball, upset at his brother and frustrated with his feelings for Gabe. Sam slowly drifted off to sleep, only to dream of Gabe.
When he wakes up, he finds the feather on the pillow next to his. Sam sighs and picks it up. After he gets dressed, he puts it back into the pocket of his shirt. He put his coat on to (Hopefully) dampen the Grace coming out of the feather.
"G'mornin' Dean." Sam mumbled when Dean came into the kitchen area.
"Morning." Dean said gruffly.
Cas flew in and said "Good morning Dean, Sam." Cas wrinkled his nose at Sam,
"Cas what's wrong?" Dean asked tentatively.
Castiel read Sam's mind: pleasedon't-pleasedon't-pleasedon't. Cas nodded slightly at Sam and turned to Dean.
"I have found a case. Shall we take care of it?"
"Sure thing Cas. I just gotta talk to Sammy here for a moment." Dean answered, and Cas left with a WOOSH! Dean turned to Sam and asked
"Dude, you still have Gabe's feather don't you?" Sam turned bright red.
"What? No." Sam lied "Let's just go do this case.
"Okay." After Dean left, Sam prayed.
"Hey Gabe, We're going out to do a case. You can come along or whatever. I'll give you the details through text...A-amen?" Then he, too left the room.