Not Over You 2

    Normally when someone comes back from the dead you make sure that they're not something that goes bump in the night and is out to get you, but Sam didn't even care anymore.  Maybe it was Gabriel and maybe it wasn't.  His whole mind was a haze.  He didn't even think about what he was doing, he just did it, and before he knew it he was holding Gabriel tight in his arms, burying his face into his hair, inhaling his intoxicating sweet scent, kissing his forehead, and smiling more than he ever had in his life.  "I love you." Sam barely whispered through his tears.  "I love you.  I love you.  I love you."

    Gabriel paused for a second, unable to believe what he was hearing.  Sam had never told him that he loved him, but now that's all he was saying.  "I love you too, my gorgeous moose." Gabriel finally managed to get out, snuggling closer to Sam.  He loved being close to him and listening his heart beat rhythmically.  He had seen God create the very earth that they were on.  Gabriel watched the first rainbow across the sky and he saw when dinosaurs first roamed the earth.  He had seen every single thing his father had created, and while they were all beautiful and breathtaking in their own ways, Gabriel's favorite creation was people, more specifically Sam Winchester.  If it wasn't for him, Gabriel wouldn't be sane.  Sam was Gabriel's light at the end of the tunnel, his only reason for sticking around, and hearing Sam just speak those three words made his heart soar.  He never thought the younger Winchester would feel the same way he did about him, and now that he knew for sure, he didn't care about the apocalypse or the leviathans.  All that mattered to him was that he was here in this moment snuggled up to the one and only Sam Winchester.

    Sam lifted his head from Gabriel's shoulder and looked into his almost golden eyes.  He would have loved to stay in the comforting silence forever just holding Gabriel tight, but he had so many questions.  Truth is, people coming back from the dead was no longer a big phenomenon to the Winchesters.  Both of the brothers and other family and friends had died, sometimes multiple times, only to walk the earth again.  Some of the deaths, hundreds of them actually, were caused by Gabriel himself.  Sam snickered at the thought that this small, helpless looking, guy was actually a fierce and powerful archangel that caused his brother to die over and over again. "So," he began.  "How'd you do it?"

    Gabriel rolled his eyes.  "I just got back kiddo, and you're already questioning me?"  Gabriel paused waiting for so much as a chuckle from his hunter, but he remained silent, his eyes red from crying all this time still fixated onto Gabriel's.  He may have just returned from the dead, but Sam wanted answers and he wanted them now.  "You know what samsquatch, can we discuss this over coffee?"  Sam nodded, but soon regretted it.  With a snap of his archangel fingers, Gabriel had teleported them to a small coffee shop.  Despite the fact that they appeared from nowhere, no one around them seemed to notice.

    "This," Sam's voice trailed off, partially due to the dizziness angel travel had caused him and partially because he was just amazed.  "This is the coffee shop where we went on our first date."

    "And bingo was his name-o." Gabriel laughed, standing on the tips of his toes to reach up to kiss Sam.  He loved that Sam was big and tall, but he had to admit that the height difference was a disadvantage to him most of the time.  Sometimes he secretly wished that he had picked a taller vessel.  "So what do you say kiddo, how about I grab us something to drink and you grab us a table?"

    Sam nodded reluctantly.  Now that Gabriel was here he never wanted to let him go, even though he knew he would be right back.  As they separated, his heart dropped.  He felt like a lost puppy with separation anxiety, and apparently he looked like a lost puppy too because a few people shot him concerned looks when he paced around the same table multiple times before finally sitting down and twiddling his thumbs hoping that Gabe would just hurry up already.  Maybe he was being over dramatic, but he had finally found something that he thought was lost forever and he didn't want to part with it, not even for a second.

    When Gabriel finally sat down with two large cups filled with coffee and two cake pops, Sam let out a relieved sigh.  "Dude, I was gone for 5 minutes." Gabriel said, his voice taking on a concerned tone now.  "Look," he began, reaching for Sam's hand.  "I'm here now and I'm here to stay, you hear me?"  Sam nodded and held Gabriel's hand in his.  During this time he had almost forgotten how much he loved how it felt to hold Gabriel's hand.  His skin was soft and his small hand easily fit into his.  It just felt like it was meant to be.

    Gabriel sighed and snapped his fingers once more, bringing them back to the same cruddy motel room.  Their coffee and food was on the nightstand and they were now laying on Sam's bed.  Sam was confused, but he wasted no time wrapping his arms around his small angel.  "Sam, I'll tell you everything." Gabriel promised.  "But right now you look like you're on the verge of having a mental breakdown.  Maybe you need some rest."

    Sam sighed and nodded.  He wanted to know how Gabriel was back and why he was back, but now he was too tired to even care.  He got even closer to Gabriel and let the warmth of his partner's body lull him into a deep sleep.  Gabriel smiled.  Maybe archangels didn't need to sleep, but he could spend the rest of eternity like this with Sam.

    It wasn't long before the motel door creaked open and Sam was awoken with a start by his brother screaming "My brother's screwing a dead archangel!"