Searching Together {A Sabriel Fanfic}

6

"Here! Turn into here," Gabriel shouted the direction so the car behind them honked as Sam made a dangerously sharp turn into a small plaza parking lot. They had driven into the heart of the town, which had a few stores with the bare essentials and thrift shops. The plaza they drove into know wasn't much of a plaza, but rather a line of small restaurants connected by a sidewalk which had an overhang for those smokers who visited on rainy days. Sam parked the Impala a respectable distance away from other cars as Dean always did (He was always scared of some other piss-poor-parker hitting his 'Baby' so he parked in the most avoided area of the parking lot). Sam glanced up and down the line of restaurants, wondering which one of the, had caught his eye. None seemed very interesting from the outside.

"This is the 'classy, not too classy' place you were talking about?" Sam asked.

"Hey, it's not McDonalds, which I was seriously considering," Gabriel reasoned. Sam shrugged. He had a point, he would do something like that. The two exited the car and Gabriel led him down the sidewalk. It was almost like he was making an effort to keep his distance from Sam, staying at a pace ever so slightly faster than Sam's. He opened the door to one of the restaurants that Sam didn't see the sign of, and once again did that over dramatic bow. Sam managed a chuckle and rolled his eyes as he walked inside. It did look a lot nicer than the outside. You could tell right away from the interior decorating and smell of pizza it was an Italian joint. The walls were beige with a dark wooden baseboard. The lighting was dim but there was a small chandelier over each table which provide some nice mood lighting and allowed diners to see, so that was at least good. The area was small with booths lining the walls and a couple tables in the middle of the room. Disliking being in the center of the room (as a few other diners were quietly chatting in the room already), the two took slid into opposite sides of a booth with comfy leather padding, which was slightly ruined by the mischievous doing of toddlers parents had brought with them, evident by splashes of marinara sauce staining the dark reddish-brown seat.

Gabriel ordered a large sausage pizza (all for himself, and he winked at Sam when he said 'large sausage'. Luckily the waitress was too busy hating her job to notice) and Sam ordered angel-hair pasta, to which Gabriel exclaimed "You don't have to buy angel-hair! I've got some right here, and a hell of a lot of it!" Same chuckled and shook his head.

"So, how did you know?" Sam asked. Gabriel looked up at Sam with a cocked eyebrow, mouth stuffed with pizza, so Sam elaborated, "That there was something up with that lady?"

Gabriel swallowed hard an shrugged. "I didn't. I just like snooping around people's houses. People hide the weirdest shit sometimes. And she was one of those people, apparently."

"Have you ever snooped around the bunker like that?"

"Oh definitely. I get bored when you actually sleep. Your closet is like all plaid, and you say I have no fashion sense?" Gabriel talked around the pizza in his mouth, lacking manners and grace, though Sam was used to Dean doing that quite often whenever they ate, "And Dad, you need some new underwear. When was the last time you bought a new pack?"

Sam's face flushed with heat and he glanced around, afraid someone may have heard. "You went through my underwear?" He whispered in disbelief.

"I told you, I get bored. Also, you know you look just adorable when you sleep, right? Your mouth hangs open like a big dork and your hair is covering most of your face. Your arms wrap around your blankets all bunched up like some little kid." Gabriel went on describing Sam fondly, and with each thing Sam's face turned redder until he buried it in his hands, shaking his head.

"Please stop Gabriel, that's so weird," Sam finally managed to say, his heart fluttering in his chest. Why was he watching him so closely while he slept? Why was he...flattered, somewhat? Gabriel seemed to enjoy Sam's bashfulness, grinning with chipmunk cheeks full of sausage pizza. He had somehow managed to polish off his whole pizza in what felt like no time at all. Sam looked down, checking his watch. Damn, they still had twelve hours to kill. His foot tapped restlessly, his leg bouncing up and down. Gabriel glanced down, noticing this. Sam suddenly felt his foot pressed lightly down on the ground. He looked up at Gabriel and their eyes locked. After everything Gabriel had just said and now this gentle touch of reassurance, Sam shuddered inwardly, but felt a calmness wash over him. Gabriel was keeping him stable right now. He was so glad he wasn't alone.