Searching Together {A Sabriel Fanfic}

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Through bleary eyes, Sam could make out the shining golden locks of his archangel companion, centimeters from his own eyes. He glanced down, and upon realizing he was laying on Gabriel's shoulder, bolted up, cheeks flushed. Before Gabriel turned his head to see Sam's embarrassment, he rubbed his eyes with his open palms, yawning as he did so. His leg hairs stood up on edge. Did he...not have pants on? He didn't remember taking them off last night.

"Morning sunshine. Sleep well?" Gabriel asked, still not turning his head but admittedly trying to watch Sam from his peripheral as he put his pants and shoes back on, fingers uncoordinated and flustered.

"I, um, y-yeah," Sam stuttered, "Sorry for um...falling asleep on you." He managed to get out. Damn, why did he do that? He must have been exhausted last night.

"No problemo. Hope I was a comfy pillow for ya," Gabriel finally turned towards Sam and grinned to help ease the mood.

"Yeah, all that baby fat sure helped," Sam poked Gabriel's stomach and Gabriel put on a face of mock offense.

"Hey! Not my fault this guy happened to be my vessel!" Sam chuckled and shook his head, his hands twisting the key in the ignition so that the Impala rumbled awake. Sam shifted himself into a comfortable position before driving off, back onto the open asphalt road.

The morning was still in a weird transition, so that the sun was slightly risen but the sky was a misty blue like that of dry ice, dotted with ghostly clouds that would soon dissapate at the slightest touch of the warm sun, shrinking back from its superior power. Much more modern cars heading to their place of work or perhaps even school in the morning zipped past the old but polished Impala, earning head turns from drivers who looked at anything remotely from the 1960's as though it were ancient alien tech, a sparkle in their eyes and smile spreading in their lips at the sight if such a well-kept car. Hell, they'd be even more impressed if they knew how many times it had been absolutely trashed and built back up practically from scratch by Dean. Sam had even lost count.

Dean. Again, Sam felt uncomfortable sitting in the drivers seat, his body suddenly aware of how it's surroundings felt. He glanced at his usual spot in the shotgun now filled by Gabriel, who was tossing a small rubber ball (which Sam assumed he had conjured up at one point) between his hands, eyes distant and body distracted. Was he thinking of Castiel too? Thinking back to what Gabriel had said when he first arrived, Gabriel had a much deeper bond with Castiel than he had originally thought. He wanted to ask why that was, considering Castiel wasn't an archangel but a simple foot soldier for Heaven before he rebelled, many ranks below Gabriel, but Gabriel's history was a long one and the moment was a pleasant silence he didn't want to ruin by trudging up memories, whether they were good ones or bad ones that had brought the two angels together, Sam wasn't sure.

Before pulling into the town of their destination, Sam suddenly remembered a crucial detail. He turned sharply off the road to a nearby city he knew. Gabriel looked up from his mindless tossing and cocked an eyebrow.

"Where we going now? Another strip club? If your that horny, I could satisfy you for free," Gabriel winked teasingly, and Sam's face burned a bright red. Thankfully his hair helped to hide it, but Gabriel's sharp eyes still caught his blush, giving him a warm feeling inside.

"No. You need a suit, otherwise people will think we're crazy conspiracy theorists."

"And the difference between the FBI and conspiracy theorists is...?"

"The people you talk to are the conspiracy theorists. Me and Dean have talked to more than a few people who thought we were looking for an alien. Or were hiding aliens. Or were aliens," Sam sighed, rolling his eyes, "Which is dumb considering they're not real."