Sabriel One Shots

Baby-Impala

"Ow, fuck!" Sam groaned after he hit his head on the bottom of the Impala.

"Aye Moosehead, don't hurt baby with your noggin." Dean called from the hood of the car.

"Yeah yeah fuck you," Sam groaned and rubbed his head. His white tank top was covered in black grease and sweat, his hair was pulled back into a very small ponytail. 

"AREYOUDYINGAREYOUOKAYSAM?" Gabriel called suddenly, his feet appearing next to Sam's legs that were bent on the ground. Sam sat up on the ground with his knees to his chest, he rested his arms on his knees and looked up at the archangel.

"No I'm fine Gabe, hit my head on this fucking car." Sam complained and Gabriel's breath stopped in his throat, but he still pushed out a laugh.

"Damn Sam," Gabriel whistled.

"Hey don't talk about Baby like that dickhead," Dean shouted and Sam rolled his eyes.

"You were saying?" Sam raised an eyebrow at Gabriel.

"I don't know what you're fixin' but mine's broken," Gabriel flirted. Sam laughed and Dean rolled his eyes almost audibly.

"Shut up and work Sammy," Dean grimaced.

"Whatever," Sam sighed and rolled back under the car. Gabriel didn't leave, but he watched and also handed Sam the occasional tool.

"Sam, how's it?" Dean called and Sam made a small grunt.

"Done," he panted and rolled out from under the car.

"Good, I need to change the oil so I'm going to stop at the auto parts store. Need anything while I'm out?" Dean responded.

"No I need to clean myself up," Sam said.

"Alright just behave yourself," Dean raised an eyebrow at Gabriel. Dean ripped his shirt off and picked up a clean one that was away from the mess. 

"He isn't my boyfriend Dean nothing's gonna happen," Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah but neither of you is straight," Dean bitch faced.

 "All gay or bi people are naturally dating I forgot," Sam sighed. Dean didn't say anything as he revved the Impala up and drove away.

"So Gabe, how are you?" Sam asked and wiped some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Annoyed, your brother's a cock block." Gabriel complained and crossed his arms.

"Well I'm sorry this boyfriend situation won't settle well with him," Sam said.

"He acts like he'd just make fun of us if we told him. Why can't we?" Gabriel pleaded and Sam sighed.

"Because he acts fine now, but if he knew he'd kill me... Or you. Neither of which I could let happen." Sam shook his head and Gabriel smiled.

"Aw you care about me," Gabriel cooed.

"I thought it was obvious," Sam said and he started to clean up the garage.

"You're a little grouchy aren't you?" Gabriel asked concerningly and Sam sighed.

"Yeah, I'm sweaty, annoyed, depressed, tense, dirty, pissed, in pain and probably some other shit too. But I'm not here to complain." Sam sighed and Gabriel immediately felt kind of bad.

"You want to wash up and just relax for a little bit?" Gabriel offered and Sam looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You heard me, why don't you just relax for the rest of the afternoon?" Gabriel suggested and Sam scoffed, he turned back to picking up tools and sorting them into a toolbox.