Searching Together {A Sabriel Fanfic}

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Sam woke the next morning in bed, the warm touch of Gabriel's limbs swung over him giving him a pleasant wakening. He looked to the side, seeing Gabriel stare back at him with a soft smirk.

"You were really tired last night, huh? You better thank me for lugging you out of the jacuzzi and into bed," Gabriel mused.

"Thank you Gabe," Sam murmured.

"And a good morning kiss?"

Sam sighed and planted a quick kiss on Gabe's lips before sitting up, stretching. He was still in only his boxers, and the bed was slightly damp from Gabriel carelessly throwing his wet body on it. He swung his legs over the bed and stood, running his hands through his bed-head hair so it once again fell neatly over his shoulders.

"Okay, how the hell is your hair so perfect? Like, all the time? I have powers and I can't even get my hair like that," Gabriel crossed his arms jealously, walking up to Sam. He reach up and ruffled to top of Sam's head, to which Sam grinned and ran his hand through it again. He was sure it looked flawless judging by Gabriel throwing his hands up in the air. "How!?" He shouted. He jumped up at Sam unexpectedly, but Sam caught him. Gabriel furiously started messing up Sam's hair. Sam just laughed, stumbling backwards and falling on the bed, making Gabriel fall off. Sam stood again and ran his hands through his hair. Gabriel gave a resigned sigh, giving up.

"Come on, enough messing around. We should get ready for today," Sam finally said, throwing on a black t-shirt with a dark brown plaid shirt, the stripes a dirty white and muddy red with, of course, a pair of dark blue jeans. He heard Gabriel snapped and turned to see the archangel in a dusty army green t-shirt accessorized with a dark blue bomber jacket, his legs sporting a dark pair of jeans and brown combat boots. "You look good," Sam complimented.

"Right back at ya Sammy," Gabe purred. God, how did Gabe still make him blush? Gabe laughed as he saw the red in Sam's cheeks and grabbed his hand, the two walking out of the room to meet up with Dean and Cas.

"Here we are - 46th West Street," Dean announced as he parked his Impala (which took ages to find a place to actually park) on the busy street. The place was as busy as the rest of New York. People walked up and down the street laughing or talking loudly on the phone, people sat at tables outside, catching up over a meal after not seeing each other for "ages" when in reality it had been only a couple days, and a late businessman was honking as he sped down the road, though this earned not even a glance from the New Yorkers used to shitty driving, probably guilty of it themselves. Dean noted this, narrowing his eyes. "If my Baby gets hurt on this street, I'll kill all these monsters myself," he growled lowly. Sam knew he wasn't exaggerating - once someone had nicked the side of the Impala while parking, and Sam had to hold Dean back to stop him from beating the guy to the ground.

Sam looked up and down the street, Gabriel doing the same thing.

"These are all restaurants. You taking me on a lunch date Sam?" Gabriel asked teasingly.

"Maybe after this," Sam winked. It was true, the street was filled with only restaurants, earning it the nickname of Restaurant Row. To Sam, it was the street all the reported murders seemed to spread out from. Why this was, Sam had no idea. 

The four slammed the doors to the Impala. Sam swept his gaze up and down the street one more time. Most restaurants seemed to be confined to one level, oddly enough the buildings had two or three vacant levels above it. It struck Sam as odd. Why would restaurants need three floors above it? 

"Where should we start?" Sam asked.

"Probably asking the locals about stuff, see if they've noticed anything out of place," Dean answered. Sam nodded, and the four headed into one of the restaurants, a quaint Italian place with dim, atmospheric lighting. Dean and Cas walked up to the counter, talking to a couple waiters casually, in a way that would hopefully bring up answers naturally. Meanwhile, Sam hung back with Gabriel. The place seemed ordinary, just your average Italian restaurant, but Gabriel's eyes were narrow. Sam could see a dim blue light in his pupils.