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

Nine

Sam remembered first meeting Gabriel very well. A janitor, that secretly is a trickster, that secretly is an archangel. When he first actually saw him, he kind of liked him. He wasn't really sure how he should think about this, but he was sure that after all of this had been over, he would have gone back to that janitor and asked whether he was free that evening before they headed on to the next case.
Obviously, that never happened, and when they next met, Sam didn't feel anything but rage. And by the time he was ready to forgive and move on, he died. Being this close like this made Sam go through an emotional rollercoaster. The feeling of Gabriel's fingertips brushing over his skin, up and down his arm, then shortly resting on Sam's hand before continuing... It felt strangely good. It seemed like the two of them were happy. They even had a daughter - whether she was his actual daughter didn't even matter to him.

Upon realizing how good this situation was, he almost forgot that this is not right.
Sam moved his arm under Gabriel's touch, making him look up from his plate. His voice was low, not to raise too much attention from the others. "Can we talk?"
Gabriel looked wondered, if not slightly concerned, but silently nodded and rose from his seat. They went slowly made their way towards their bedroom. "Are you okay?" Gabriel asked as he looked up at Sam.

Sam considered his words, as he didn't want to blatantly tell what was happening. "I... I feel a bit... Out of place." He opened the door and got in.
"Out of place? This is your home."
"No."

Silence. Sam closed his eyes and sighed. "Gabriel, I-... I don't belong here. Someone transported me here, and-" He stopped as he felt arms around his torse, a face pressed between his shoulders. He felt like saying something, but he couldn't. Gabriel knew it just as well as Sam did. He didn't belong here, but Gabe didn't want him to go.
"Where is the problem?" Sam asked.

"What problem?" Gabriel replied, muffled by the fabric his face was in.
"This is... perfect..."
Gabriel chuckled. "If it's perfect, why do you want to leave?"

"Because it can't be. There is no 'perfect' in this world. Maybe if I was captured by a-..." He shut himself off, turned around in Gabriel's arm. "Gabriel, I might be captured by a djinn!"
"No no no, shhh." Gabriel wrapped Sam's face in his hands. "Stay calm. You are safe. Here and in your own world."
"Do you know what's happening?"
Gabriel chuckled. "Just lie down, relax, get some rest." He pushed Sam down by the shoulders.
"Gabe, I-" He got shut off with a kiss.
"Do you trust me?" Gabe asked.

"No," Sam replied.
"You should." Gabe made him lie down. "I know what's best for you." His hand rested on Sam's shoulder, his thumb slowly moving up and down. He went around the bed, got in the bed and cuddled to Sam's chest. "Don't go yet."

Sam sighed softly. There was no reason to go home. It also didn't look like Gabe was playing with him. His affection seemed genuine, the way he always looks for skin contact, staying close. Even now he was resting his hand on Sam's chest.
"Are you sure you wanna go already?" Gabriel's voice was soft.
"Already?"

Gabriel started drawing small circles with his fingers. "I knew you would have to go eventually. I just hoped you would stay a little longer." He rose his torso and sat cross-legged. "This isn't some sort of reality hopping. You're asleep. You're dreaming. And I'll wake you up now.
Before Sam could ask any questions, Gabriel snapped, and then it got black.