One -Shot Collection- Sabriel

One-Shot 5

The late afternoon sun filtered through the Winchesters' curtains, casting long, golden shadows across the hardwood floors. The bunker was quieter than usual; Dean was in the garage, probably tinkering with the Impala, while Castiel read quietly in the library. Sam, however, was in the kitchen, leaning casually on the counter, watching Gabriel move with effortless grace as he made coffee. There was something mesmerizing about the way the archangel made even the simplest tasks seem like a spectacle—a lightness in his movement, a carefree touch to everything he did.

Sam smiled, unable to help the warmth that grew in his chest. Despite having been together for months, the feeling of seeing him there, so close and familiar, still gave him a shiver of satisfaction. Every look exchanged between them, every seemingly innocent gesture carried a hidden intimacy, something that no one seemed to notice.

Gabriel, with his leather jacket thrown to the side and the black t-shirt he was wearing a little too tight, had a rebellious but relaxed air, his golden eyes sparkled when he noticed Sam watching him. He gave a smirk, that mischievous smile that always made Sam's heart race a little faster.

— Do you want coffee? — Gabriel asked, his voice light, but with a hint of something more. He knew very well the effect he had on Sam.

— Of course. — Sam replied, trying to remain calm, although he felt the heat rising up his neck, disguising it when he ran his hands through his long hair, now a habit.

When Gabriel handed him the cup, their fingers touched for a brief moment, the contact electric and familiar. Sam kept his expression serene, but inside, the touch made him remember all the nights they had shared, the stolen moments between hunts and the calm they found in each other's arms.

No one ever suspected, not Dean, not Castiel, and not Jack. It was as if their relationship was hidden in plain sight, perhaps because there were no secrets, just a natural connection that no one could imagine that something deeper was there.

In the midst of the comfortable silence that hung between them, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Dean entered the kitchen, rubbing his oily hands on a cloth. He glanced absently at Sam and Gabriel, oblivious to the subtle tension that always arose when the two were alone.

—What's going on? — Dean asked, heading straight for the fridge.

—Nothing much, just coffee. — Gabriel replied in his usual nonchalant tone.

Gabriel leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, with a look of someone who knew much more than he was willing to share.

Dean grunted in response, grabbing a beer from the fridge and opening the lid with a quick twist, while Sam pretended to concentrate on his coffee, although he was aware of Gabriel's presence beside him, of the closeness that was so common between them, but that Dean couldn't see.

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Later, in the library, Castiel sat at the table, reading an old book on Celtic mythology, Jack beside him, absently flipping through a hunting manual, not paying much attention. Gabriel and Sam joined them, casually sitting in chairs opposite, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

—Anything new? — Sam asked, as Gabriel leaned back in his chair, apparently bored.

Castiel looked up, frowning slightly, but not noticing the slight smile Sam gave Gabriel, or the way Gabriel was leaning slightly toward Sam in an almost imperceptible gesture of closeness.