Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Murder or Sex(Sabriel)

"What do we do when we find it?" Gabriel asked Sam as he followed him down the halls of the old Inn. 

"We don't do anything, I will keep it from killing Dean and Cas while they salt and burn the bones," Sam answered in annoyance. Gabriel had insisted on joining them on a hunt. He had glued himself to the Winchesters since the angels had fallen. He claimed he wanted to protect Cas, however he'd been tailing Sam the entire week, flirting shamelessly. When they got a call from Jodie about a ghost killing people at a local Inn, Gabriel was not going to be left behind at the bunker, so here they were and of course when they split, Cas went with Dean leaving Gabriel with Sam.

Sam walked carefully down the hall. Gabriel was so close he could feel the angel's arm brushing his. 

"So when do you think Cassie and Dean-o, are gonna finally hit the sack?" Gabriel asked causing Sam to stop in his tracks.

"What?" Sam frowned in confusion at the angel.

"Well it's obvious they're into each other," Gabriel smirked.

"They've been 'into each other' for like two years, I doubt they're gonna do anything about it any time soon," Sam shook his head, as he continued down the hall.

"Two years?" Gabriel scoffed, "Well let me tell you this, I'm not waiting two years to get you in the sack."

Sam almost dropped his shot gun, "I'm sorry?" 

"Oh come on Sam, you know I'm crazy about you," Gabriel waved a dismissive hand.

Sam felt his stomach flip. Gabriel had never admitted that before. He'd always flirted and hinted at it but never full on confessed.

"Oh don't look so surprised," Gabriel rolled his eyes at Sam.

Sam felt a blush form on his cheeks, but before he could respond a door nearby slammed shut.

"In there," Gabriel pointed.

Sam and Gabriel rushed the door. Sam kicked it in expertly. The ghost of the old butler stood in the room. Sam aimed his gun firing a shotgun shell full of rock salt. The ghost disappeared momentarily. 

He reappeared, knocking the gun from Sam's grasp. The ghost wrapped a lamp cord around Sam's neck and pulled tightly. Sam gasped for air as the cord tightened.

"Aww, damn it," Gabriel swore grabbing the gun. He struggled to cock the gun. Once he finally managed to get it cocked he aimed, poorly, and shot, missing the ghost completely.

Sam struggled, clawing at the cord around his throat.

Gabriel stumbled to pull two more shells from the duffle bag Sam had dropped. He hurriedly loaded the gun only dropping the shells once. He again fought to cock it.

Sam was turning blue just as Gabriel pulled the trigger. This time he hit the ghost square in the chest. 

Sam gasped for air as he pulled the cord away. The ghost reappeared only to disappear in a large flame. Dean had done it.

"Sam, are you okay?" Gabriel asked dropping to Sam's side.

"You. Can't. Shoot. For. Shit," Sam spoke between gasps.

"Guess you'll have to teach me," Gabriel winked.

"I'm should shoot you," Sam chuckled as he allowed Gabriel to help him up.

"Aww, you know you love me," Gabriel winked

"Not a chance," Sam fought to keep a smirk off his lips.

"I love you," Gabriel poked Sam's cheek.

"I hate you," Sam glared at Gabriel.

"Well this is either gonna end in murder or sex," Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows.

"Murder," Sam responded.

"Either way I'm down," Gabriel threw his arm around Sam's shoulder.

"Sam, did it work?" Dean asked as he and Cas met them as the top of the stairs.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. 

"I saved Sam's life," Gabriel spoke proudly.

"Oh? Sounds like Sam owe's you dinner," Dean winked at the two.

Sam glared at his brother.

"Ooh, great idea," Gabriel smiled. 

Sam rolled his eyes but didn't object. Maybe he could give Gabriel a chance. What could one date hurt?

(Request for TenWinchester, hope it's okay)