One -Shot Collection- Sabriel

One-Shot 3

Sam Winchester stood at the corner café, watching the steam rise from his black coffee as he reviewed some work papers. Sam was a tall, muscular man, standing at about six feet four inches tall, and his imposing build was complemented by a navy-blue plaid shirt that framed his broad shoulders. Over the shirt he wore a dark leather jacket that added a touch of edginess to his appearance, while his worn jeans and hiking boots gave him a casual, practical look. His brown hair was slightly disheveled, but not enough to look unkempt—just enough to show how busy Sam was.

For the past few days, Sam had been immersed in work, trying to keep his mind occupied, but today, something different was waiting for him. Dean, his older brother, had called him in for a meeting, mentioning that he wanted to introduce someone important, someone who was changing Dean's life in a way Sam had never seen before. This piqued Sam's curiosity, who knew Dean rarely talked about his relationships in such a serious way. Sam took a last sip of coffee, grabbed his coat, stepped out into the cool afternoon air, and walked through the busy streets until he reached the restaurant where Dean had suggested they meet. The place was low-key, with soft lights and a cozy atmosphere. Upon entering, Sam spotted his brother immediately, sitting at a table in the corner, laughing at something his companion had said.

Dean was wearing his typical black leather jacket, a military green shirt and faded jeans, his appearance relaxed and at ease. Next to him was a man with dark hair and deep blue eyes, wearing a gray wool coat that fell elegantly over his white dress shirt, the first few buttons open, giving him a formal but casual look at the same time; he had a more reserved posture, but Sam noticed the intensity in his eyes.

Sam crossed the restaurant and approached the table.

— Hey, Sammy! — Dean stood up, opening his arms to hug his brother. The hug was firm, full of Dean's usual energy. — Good to see you, man.

— Good to see you too, Dean. — Sam smiled, quickly glancing at the man next to his brother. — So, who is he?

Dean smiled brightly and placed a hand on Castiel's shoulder.

— This is Castiel Novak, my boyfriend.

Sam smiled warmly at Castiel, extending his hand for a firm shake.

— It's a pleasure to meet you, Castiel. Dean talked about you a lot; it seems like you're important to him. — Sam said, noticing the way Castiel's eyes lit up when he heard that.

— Same, Sam. Dean also talked a lot about you. — Castiel replied, his voice low and serious. Although shy, there was a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

Sam noticed the affection that flowed between the two, something rare to see in Dean, he never seemed comfortable showing affect so openly, but there he was, with his arm casually around Castiel's shoulders, the two in perfect harmony.

Before they could continue their conversation, the restaurant door was opened again, and a man entered with a completely different energy, with blond hair messy in a way that seemed intentional, with a light brown leather jacket covering a graphic shirt, which, together with his dark jeans, gave him a carefree and rebellious air. He walked with confidence, a wide smile on his lips, as if he knew everyone in the restaurant.

—That's Gabriel, my brother. — said Castiel, his voice full of affection.

Gabriel had a charismatic and almost electric presence, as if at any moment he could do something unexpected. He looked straight at Sam, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

— And you must be the famous Sam Winchester. — Gabriel said, extending his hand with a provocative smile.

Sam shook Gabriel's hand, feeling a strange warmth in the gesture. The height difference was noticeable: Sam was very tall, while Gabriel, at 5'7", was short and compact. Something about the touch caught Sam's attention, something familiar and at the same time completely new.