[BETA] His Last Daughter And How She Found A New Home

Eight

Sam opened his eyes. He lay in his bed, the night had passed. Someone brought him home. Good, that meant he was not dead. Maybe the others stepped in. He decided to leave his bed. He didn't seem to be hurt.
He left his room, went to look for others. He walked to the kitchen, where he found Serah peacefully preparing her breakfast. She threw a quick look at him.
"Good morning, dad," she said and smiled.
Sam looked behind him, but apparently, she meant him.
"Is Papa still in bed?"
Sam was more than confused. Papa? Did she mean Gabriel? "Serah, your father is dead."
Serah chuckled and took her plate.
"Stop telling people I'm dead!"
Sam turned around, his jaw almost dropped to the floor.
"Good morning, love," Gabriel chuckled and pulled Sam's face down to press a short kiss on his lips.

Sam was speechless. How was he supposed to react? He felt the urge to ask a million questions at once, but he just watched. He watched the Trickster kiss Serah on the temple, grabbed a mug and prepared some coffee. "You want any?" Gabe watched Sam upon further silence. "Aw, are you mad, because I left our bed alone? I'm sorry, I had to take out the dog."
Sam was still missing proper words. "The what?"

"Dad, are you alright?" Serah asked, stepping a bit closer to put her hand on his forehead. "Are you sick?"
"I don't think that's causing him trouble right now." Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows, causing Serah to groan.
"Wait," Sam replied. "Gabriel did you-... Did you knock me out last night?"

"I mean, you could call it that," Gabriel answered and took a sip out of his mug.

"Geez," Serah sighed. "Can we just go to the others?" She went ahead, Gabriel followed closely, and Sam, as well.

Sam had to look twice before he actually trusted the scenery. Serah had taken a seat next to Amie and Engel, Adam was leaning on Samandriel's shoulder, who was reading the newspaper. Gabriel sat next to Castiel, already pulling back Sam's chair. And on the end of the table, Dean sat there. Sitting in his robe, his hair wasn't done yet, he was eagerly waiting for Sam to finally sit down before he could start his breakfast.
Speechless, Sam sat down. There were a plate and a mug on the table in front of him, and everyone started eating. Sam wasn't feeling like having breakfast. He'd rather have answers. Why Gabriel was here and asking the way he did. Why Dean was not possessed by an archangel. Why all of their problems seemed to be solved.

Sam didn't know what to think of this. On one hand, something clearly wasn't right, on the other hand, though, he had nothing to complain about. He wanted to complain about something, anything, but it seemed so... perfect? It certainly wasn't. Maybe for now, but there had to be a catch.
Dean was happily reunited with all of them, Serah seemed to have found her father, and found the confidence to call Sam her dad. Sam felt strangely flattered by that. And, obviously, there was this other thing: Gabriel being here. It was not like Sam felt like complaining about his presence. Gabe stayed close, his left hand slowly running up and down Sam's arm while he was having breakfast.

Saying Sam had never considered dating a guy would be a lie, though he would never really talk about this without being explicitly asked. He always felt comfortable with dating women, and he would never actively go out and look for guys to date. He never questioned his sexuality, either. Well, that was until 2007. To be fair, it was just a regular hunt, but it was the hunt where he and Dean first met their first archangel: Gabriel. Fond memories, more or less.