Searching Together {A Sabriel Fanfic}

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It took Sam a moment to convince himself last night had not been a dream. He laid on his side, head lifted slightly on his arm laid flat on the bed, heavy-lidded eyes watching a sleeping Gabriel, his chest rising and falling in a hypnotic way, the whole world around him disappearing. Was this what Gabriel did when Sam slept? He snorted at the thought. Now he understood Gabriel's reasoning for doing something that had seemed so creepy to him at first. If only the angel had a drawer of possessions to riffle through, perhaps some underwear he could steal and hold above his head teasingly like a yapping dog begging for its toy. Again he chuckled and reach a hand over, rubbing Gabriel's hair between his fingers. Well, he had to do something to prank him. Gabe was never asleep when Sam was awake. Aside from the time he got shot by a Djinn, which was all to convenient for the culprit. Sam took his hand from under his head and began to fiddle with Gabriel's hair, taking a few short but wide strands and braiding them together, smiling all the while at the tiny braid on the right side of his head.

"Sam?" Sam lifted his head slightly as he heard Cas' voice coming from down the hallway. Suddenly he remembered he was shirtless in bed with Gabriel, who's also shirtless chest was covered in dark red and purple bruises. Facing heating up he elbowed Gabriel in the side and scrambled to find his shirt. The archangel groaned groggily, muttering "What?" under his breath. Then he heard the footsteps of Cas and quickly threw himself under the covers, pulling them up around his neck. Sam got his shirt on just in time as Cas opened the door. He leaned a hand against the dresser as casually as possible. Cas' eyes shifted from Sam to Gabriel. Gabe lifted a hand from under the covers and gave a curt wave.

"S'up bro?" Gabriel asked innocently, still looking ridiculous with the sheets pulled all the way up around him. Cas' eyebrows furrowed and he looked Sam.

"Gabriel...sleeps in your room?"

"He, um, has back problems. The other beds hurt his back," Sam said quickly, putting a hand on his hip as naturally as possible. His acting skills hadn't exactly improved since their trip to that alternate universe. What would Jared Padalecki do?

Cas opened his mouth to say something then shut it, shaking his head. "Whatever, we need to do something about Dean. He's currently trying to hop to the bathroom to take a shower. Whenever I try to pick him up he pulls out a pocket knife."

"A pocket knife? Dude...you're an angel," Sam snorted.

"An angel with little grace, I can feel pain too you ass," Cas snapped defensively. He turned to Gabriel now, "Gabriel, can't you heal him - and why is your hair braided?"

Gabriel's eyes lit with surprise and he reach up, grabbing the tiny braid of hair, a deep blush flooding his cheeks as he tried not to glimpse at Sam. "It's the new style bro. And I sure would love to heal Deano but just like you I'm low on juice after dragging you three big lugs with me right after getting my grace. If he doesn't mind waiting a day or two then yes, I can." For some reason Sam couldn't place, Gabriel didn't look too happy when he said this.

Sam and Cas both sighed in relief. "Great. Now we just have to make sure he doesn't kill himself trying to do something without-" As if on cue, a loud crash sounded from the bunker, the unmistakable sound of shampoo bottles falling onto the ground, followed by the loud thump of a body. Cas rolled his eyes. "I got him," he walked out the door, slamming it in annoyance. Sam stood up straight, his wrist hurting from leaning the whole time. Gabriel threw the covers off of him and grabbed his shirt off the floor, giving it a whiff before wrinkling his nose in disgust and throw it back on the ground.

"Move over moosey, I'm borrowing a shirt," Gabriel bumped his hip into Sam to move him away from the dresser. He rifled through a drawer and found one of Sam's striped, button up shirts, a white one with thick dark brown and red criss crossing stripes. At first, it looked ridiculously huge on him, but he tucked in the front loosely so the back draped over his butt, rolled up his sleeves tight just above his elbow, and left the two top buttons undone. It made it look like the shirt was purposefully over-sized, like he had stolen it from his boyfriend...which he had. Gabe turned to Sam, stretching his arms out. "What do you think? Do I look like a baby in plaid?"