Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Running out of reasons(Sabriel)

Sam shifted uneasily in his seat as Gabriel slid in next to him.
They were currently in a diner off some random highway in some random town of some random state. He stopped checking the map and just trusted Dean to get them to Jody's in one piece. They were meeting for their annual, hunter thanksgiving as Donna liked to call it. Sam knew it was just an excuse to not go more than a year without seeing each other. All their hunter friends would get together at Jody's house and spend the day together eating and sharing horror stories. Cas had gone with them last year and it had gone really well, despite Dean's worries. Cas was family and everyone knew it. This year however, they were bringing Gabriel. Well more like Gabriel was inviting himself. The archangel had taken to sticking close to the Winchesters. He had grown fond of Sam, and Sam hated it. No, he loathed it. Gabriel was constantly flirting with him and trying desperately for Sam to give him a chance, but Sam always refused. Gabriel was known at the trickster. He was trouble.

"You seem uneasy, Kiddo," Gabriel smiled. He was sitting closer to Sam than was necessary.

"It could be that you're practically sitting on my lap," Sam snapped. He would have scooted over, but the booth was small, and he was already uncomfortably close to the wall.

Gabriel grinned at Sam in a way that made Sam uncomfortable. He dropped his eyes to his menu and tried to avoid the stares from Cas and his brother. Dean had asked Sam how he felt about the archangel. Sam assured him he didn't have any feelings for him, whatsoever. He neglected to tell him he'd accidentally kissed the trickster one night in a desperate drunken attempt to shut the angel up. He'd been trying to clear his head with a few drinks and Gabriel wouldn't shut up, so he decided to shut him up. It did the job. Gabriel was stunned silent for a solid five minutes. Of course, that had only opened the door for Gabriel to get Sam to admit his feelings. Sam refused to acknowledge any romantic feelings towards the angel.

All through dinner Gabriel would 'accidentally' brush his leg against Sam's, or let his shoulder bump the hunter's gently.

Sam knew what he was doing, he was trying to rile Sam up, because everyone knew that when Sam got riled up, he spoke honestly. Dean called it word vomiting. When Gabriel had learned of this, he had decided to use it to his advantage. Sam refused to give in.

Once back in the car, Sam was thankful he was sitting shotgun. He needed the space. Gabriel being so close made him claustrophobic.

They were less than an hour away from Jody's when they had to stop for gas. Cas got out to pump the gas while Dean went to relieve himself inside.

"Sam, why don't you like me?" Gabriel asked, no mockery or taunting in his voice.

Sam was caught off guard by that, "You're a trickster," Sam responded as if that was answer enough.

"But I'm not. I was only using that as a way to hide from heaven," Gabriel responded.

"You still did those things," Sam said not looking back at the angel.

"But that was years ago, I haven't done anything like that in a long time. I promised you I wouldn't." This was probably this most serious conversation Sam and Gabriel had ever had about the two of them.

Sam snorted, "You're an angel, I'm not exactly inclined to trust you."

"Cas is angel, and you trust him," Gabriel pointed out.

Sam huffed. Gabriel was making really good points and it was frustrating him, "Gabriel, you and I aren't gonna happen, okay? So just let it go," Sam snapped turning to face the angel in the backseat.

Gabriel didn't respond. And Sam was relieved when Dean and Cas climbed back into the car.

The rest of the car ride to Jody's was silent other than the radio. Dean must have sensed the awkwardness because he kept glancing worriedly at his brother.