All This Time (Destiel, Sabriel and Michifer AU)

It's party time

"Well Luci, you almost died today but here we finally are, your bachelor party." Gabriel raised his glass, grinning at his older brother. "So, congrats bro, I can't wait to see you finally get hitched tomorrow!"

The group cheered, raising their glasses. Michael and Lucifer had decided to go against tradition, seeing as they didn't see the point of the whole 'last night of freedom thing' and were having a joint party. They were all down at a local bar, Dean having gotten a babysitter so they could all just drink the night away. Within reason of course, they did have a wedding to do the next day after all.

Lucifer downed his drink, looking as good as always in his multitude of gauzes and bandages. "I didn't almost die, but I was awfully close to ending up in the mental ward so.... that was a thing."

Everyone laughs, Gabriel shakes his head. He had honestly expected that the hospital would have locked him up, but apparently they decided he was just a normal, if strange, level of crazy. Gabriel had some arguments against this, but then again if Lucifer was locked up then there wouldn't be any rainbow weddings tomorrow.

He looks around, trying to locate Sammy, and quickly found him leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand and a wry smile on his face as he watched their friend's antics.

Gabriel sidles past the group, standing next to his moose.

"Hey Samoose, like my speech?"

Sam grinned down at him. "It was great."

"Of course, tomorrow's speech will be a lot more rainbows and shit."

"Of course it will be, I wouldn't expect any less from you."

"People! Can I have your attention please!" Lucifer stood on a stool, wobbling ever so slightly.

Everyone turned to face him.

"I have shirts that I want us all to wear for this party."

Gabriel was 100% certain that this wasn't going to be tame, knowing Lucifer, which he was sure he did seeing as he'd grown up with the crazy son of a bitch.

Lucifer reached into a box sitting on the table, and started chucking tshirts at everyone. Gabriel's landed on his face and he peeled it off with a glare. One look at it and he started laughing. Sam was holding his out and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Wow... I can't even..." he sighs. "Do we have to wear these?"

Gabriel was already pulling his on, and huffs in amusement. "What's wrong with it?" He's met with an unamoosed look from Sam as he frees his head from within the glorious shirt.

Sam held the shirt up, the lights above them dancing off the glitter and sequins. "What's wrong with it? Really? It still looks like a drunk, gay Barbie threw up on it."

Gabriel shrugged, he really didn't see what was wrong with the shirt. Between the wonderfully glittery rainbow, the sequins that made up the word shipper and the amazing comfort with which it rested on his body, it really was the perfect shirt. 

"Gabe, Lucifer should have burned this shirt after Ben's birthday, not make a dozen more."

Gabriel flicks his fiance's forehead. "Shush Samoose." He chucked money onto the bar, grabbing the drink off the barman. "Let's just get drunk."

Sam was biting his lip, something Gabe knew to be a nervous habit of his. "Are you sure you're okay?"

They'd been having this argument all day, ever since Sam had found Gabe with an IV in his arm. To be honest, it was annoying, but Gabe knew that Sam was just worried about him. Still, he just wished everyone would stop treating him as if he were made of glass.