Angel With A Shotgun

12

They spent the rest of the day just being with each other. Theybsat out in the sun for a while, enjoying the warmth it gave off. They talked about meaningless things. The weather, past hunts Sam and Dean had gone on, tricks that Gabriel had played on people who deserved them. Sam told the angel about life growing up as a hunter, and Gabriel told him about being a young archangel and helping his father create things for the world. He told him about the dinosaurs that he had thought of, and how he was still annoyed that they had evolved into the small creatures they were now.  He liked it better when they were big and he could go out and ride a t-rex for fun. Sam laughed at the pout on Gabriel's face, before leaving down and kissing his cheek,  removing the expression and replacing it with one of pure happiness.  Eventually they made their way back to the bunker, passing Dean and Cas on the way in. Cas smiled at them, and Dean shot Gabriel a knowing look before the pairs went their separate ways.

Gabriel and Sam made their way to the living room, Gabe flopped onto the couch, stretched out enough that there was nowhere for sam to sit. He laughed softly, thinking the moose would have to  sit on the floor, but Sam had a different idea. Suddenly a warm weight was onto of the angel. Sam had flopped down on top of him, wiggling his way to laying on the couch as well.

"Sam get off. Youre heavy"

Gabriel whined, pouting that his plan had not worked. Sam laughed and shushed him.

"I'm comfy here. And I know that I am not heavy for you."

Gabe sighed, having no argument to that. He shifted so that they were laying side by side, his chest against Sam's back. He wrapped his arms around the taller man, snuggling closer to him. Sam smiled, tangling their legs together.

"This is nice"

That was all he could say before being cut off by a yawn. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift off to sleep.

The next few weeks past by quickly. Sam and Gabriel grew closer. They were always together, which wasn't much of a change from before, but now they were always touching. Holding hands, cuddling, like they couldn't bare to not be in contact in some way.

Dean had been watching them. He was happy for his baby brother, which wasn't surprising,  what did surprise him though was that he was also happy for Gabriel. He had never really like him, but since the two had returned,  he found himself feeling almost the same way he felt toward Sam about the angel. After their talk in the kitchen, he had found himself keeping a closer eye on him, wat hung for any signs that he was slipping backwards. He knew that he needed to keep an eye on both of them, but he also knew that of the Two, Gabriel was the one having a harder time. Over the past few weeks though, Dean had noticed something that he wasn't sure Sam had. Gabriel constantly walked around with his wings showing now. Sam didn't seem to notice the change, but Dean and Cas had, and from what Cas had said, it was some sort of angel mating dance in a way. A display of intent. What's more though is that sam would absent mindedly run his hands through the wings, playing with the feathers. Cas had explained that touching an angels wings was serious,  and that right was reserved for an angels mate alone. This was not unexpected,  but what he didn't understand was that Cas denied the presence of a bond between the two. Sam had not become Gabriel's mate, so what the hell was going on? He decided that he needed to find out. So he set up a small plan, he sent Cas and Sam out on a hunt. Nothing big, just a single vampire,  not even a nest. Sam had not wanted to go, which didn't surprise Dean. He didn't want to leave Gabriel alone. Dean reminded him, some what annoyed,  that he would be remaining home as well, claiming he was sick. Sam begrudgingly gave in, saying good bye to Gabriel and leaving with Cas for the hunt.

Dean made his way back to the living room,  taking a seat on the empty cushion on the couch beside Gabriel. He was debating how to bring up the topic on his mind. He decided that being discrete was the best way to go about it.

"So what's up with your wings Gabriel?"

Gabriel turned and looked at Dean, raising an eyebrow in question.

"What do you mean?"

"You have them out all the time now. And Sam is always touching them."

Dean tried to keep the knowing tone out of his voice.

"So? It's not like it's a big deal or anything."

Dean gave him a bitch face that rivaled Sam's. He knew he was lying, but he wasn't going to admit it. Dean mentally prepared for what ever reaction the angel was going to have over his next move. He reached his hand out, going to touch his wings.

"So you don't mind if i-"

He was cut off. Gabriel's hand shot out, wrapping around Dean's wrist tight. His eyes flaring with anger and a little bit of grace. His expression was dark, a low growl coming from his throat.

"Don't fucking touch them."

Dean stayed still, Gabriel looked so tightly wound that he was worried if he moved he might provoke an attack.

"Okay okay. I get it."

Gabriel moved deans hand back to his own lap and released his wrist, shifting so that his wings were out of reach. His expression didn't change, but Dean could have sworn he saw the anger in his eyes being replaced with fear.

"Gabriel?"

Deans voice was soft, he still hadn't moved. He watched as the grace left the angels eyes, leaving only the fear.

"Don't touch them...please."

Dean sighed, reaching out slowly to ruffle the angels hair. He knew it was a big deal, but he wasn't sure what was causing this reaction, though he suspected that he had just fucked up and triggered some hell memory for the man.

Gabriel's eyes had glazed over, tears welling up.  He didn't seem to know that he was crying. Dean moved to the floor, crouching down in front of him. His chest squeezed when he saw the state he was in.

"Shit.. Gabriel I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you this upset. I was just trying to figure out what is going on with you, and sam. "

Gabriel sighed, shaking his head to clear his mind.

"What do you mean Dean?"

"Cas told me what walking around with your wings out means, and that only an angels mate is allowed to touch them, but then he said that there was no bond between you and Sam like that."

Gabriel groaned, leaning back against the couch. That was all he had been able to think about when he was alone these past weeks. How he was flashing his wings trying to get Sam's attention,  how he felt every touch run from his feathers straight to his soul. He wanted Sam to be his, he knew there was no point denying it, but he couldn't bring it up. Not with everything that sam had gone through. He shook his head, a sad smile forming as he though of the moose.

"What am I supposed to do now? 

Dean knew what he meant. Sam had told him about his time in the cage and what the angels had tried to do to him.

"You could try talking to him about it. I'm pretty sure he does not know the full ins and outs of angel mating, he probably doesn't even realize what it means to touch your wings."

Dean got up, going to grab a couple beers from the fridge. He came back, handing one to Gabriel.

But for now, we are going to drink, and forget about what is going on in your head."

Gabriel smiles as he took the beer, the haunted look fully slipping off his face.

"Sure sure, one thing though.  If you ever try to touch my wings again, I will break your arm off of your body."

Dean laughed at the threat, not thatnhe doubted the sincerity of it.

"Won't be necessary. "