Do you Promise?

Gabrielz Storiezzzzzzzzzzzzz

Well, as soon as the blondie burst in the room, Cas's head tilt returned. "Gabriel? I thought you were dead?"

"No shit, Sherlock." He said, snarkily. "If I had wanted you to think I was alive then I would've shown up before this. But that doesn't explain why you didn't, you stupid little~!: After that, Gabriel just stomped his foot and made frustrated noises.

He finally settled for just crossing his arms and glaring. "Okay... Sooooo... Cas and him know each other, so why didn't Sam and Dean?" I asked, confused.

Gabriel smiled and made a little 'aha' noise, "Well that, kiddo, was one of my finer tricks. Memory erasel! Well, it's not completely gone- just sort of eroded. If they wanted to remember me they would've. But those two are too invovled with each other to think of anything else. Well, you too..."

I almost blushed. ALMOST. "SoOoOoOoO~..." I said, rolling onto my heels and then onto my toes a few times, "Are you an angel, too?"

Gabriel smiled, "Something like that..."

"Fine, be cryptic..." I muttered under my breath.

Cas cleared his throat, "Gabriel. Restore their memories now." He looked thoughtful for a moment before he added, "Please."

Gabriel dropped his head down with a sigh and then raised his right arm up and snapped. The boys both jolted, almost like they had stuck their finger's in an electrical socket. I didn't bother reacting really, because, c'mon, how often does something weird like this happen?

Suddenly there was hostility in the room, mostly pointed at Gabriel from Sam and Dean. I looked pointedly over at him and said, "Care to explain why these two are so pissed?"

Gabe rubbed the back of his neck, "Not on the top of my list... but fine."

He snapped again and suddenly the whole gang was in a lavish living room, complete with a fireplace and a Gabriel in an arm chair with a glass of red wine and a bath robe, flannel pants, and slippers. He gestured to the couch, "Sit, sit. Make yourself at home."

Cas narrowed his eyes, not quite a glare but not quite friendly, "Stop blocking my powers, Gabriel."

"Awww, now why would I do that?! You'd just fly off and be a party pooper!" Gabriel pouted.

I looked at the couch, long enough for about eight people, and pushed Sam and Dean down to a seated position on it. Then I gently tugged on Cas's trenchcoat sleeve and gestured to the couch. He sat next to Dean and I sat on his other side, Sam at the other end of Dean.

"Okay then. Start talking Gabriel."

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*Sobs a river of tears* I'M SORRY IT SUCKS SO MUCH MY FANS<3333

But did you know that Sam is the groom at a wedding in the next episode of Supernatural?!?!?! Not for a case, either. The blog said it would be with a girl we all know, but I don't want him to be marriiiiiiiiiied! It also said that Sam was being a bit mislead. I'm praying it's a siren making him want to marry Becky or Sarah Blake or something...

But I'm honestly a Sam-Girl (If you take away the option of slash) so I'm gonna go crawl in a corner and die. Kthxbai :)