Play Our Little Game

Follow You

My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost, I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home, cross your heart and hope to die, promise me you'll never leave my side...

"Chey, it's not what it looks like!"

"Oh really, because that looks like Rowena's lipstick on your neck, you dick!"

"Chey, please stop and just look at me!"

"Funny how you can stand to look at me or Sam, even after what you just did. Gabriel, this, whatever this was, is over. Go to hell."

Storming away, Cheyenne subtly wiped her face and balled her fists. 

Show me what I can't see when the spark in your eyes is gone, you've got me on my knees I'm your one man cult, cross my heart and hope to die, promise you I'll never leave your side...

"Gah!" Punching the walls, Chey took a swig of her whiskey and bit her lip hard, looking down at her split bloody knuckles.  A pounding at the door interrupted her and she screamed. 

"Chey, it's me, Sam. Let me in, please." 

"Sam, no offense, but please go away. I need to be alone, please!"

"At least just let me in, Chey, it's just me."

Grumbling and angrily wiping her face, she storms over to the door and swings it wide open fast. 

"The hell do you want?"

 Bright red angry eyes met calm but determined brown.

"You need to talk to Gabe, Chey. Please." 

Wrapping his hand around hers, he led her to the bathroom and patched up her hands. 

"Why, that bag of dicks upset? If he is, oh well, boo-hoo, sorry his feelings got hurt, fuckin' princess." Slightly slurred and choking back a sob, Sam pulled Chey into a tight hug. 

"Why the hell weren't we good enough?"

Sam stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. 

"Chey, you need to talk to Gabe... It really isn't my place. Truly." Sam pat her on the back and bit his lip. 

"Why? Just so he can tell me why he cheated on us?  I fucking loved that damn bastard and you loved him too and he did this. All for that, that..." Breaking into a sob, she felt Sam hug her tighter. 

Sniffling, she nodded and pulled away from the Winchester. As he turned and walked out, she took a few deep breathes and grimaced, finding the bottle of whisky again. Screaming, she threw it as hard as she could against the wall.

So you can drag me through hell, if it meant I could hold your hand, I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell, and you can throw me to the flames, I will follow you, I will follow you...

"Luckily, that wasn't my head being thrown." A timid whisper broke through the air.  

"The fuck are you doing here?" 

"Cheyenne, please, I need you to listen to me." His voice broke slightly and so did her demeanor. 

"You've got 60 seconds. Go." Sniffling and kicking a chair under her, she sat down. 

"Rowena made the moves on me.. I told her I was taken and that I didn't want it but she wouldn't listen and then you walked before I... I really got hurt." He got quieter and she swore she saw his shoulders bob slightly. Widening her eyes, she strode over and pulled him into her arms. 

"Gabe, baby, I am so sorry." She choked out, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her middle and buried his nose in her neck. 

"I knew it looked bad, I knew, but I was so scared, everything happened so fast, I was so scare fo loosing you two..." Gabe whispered brokenly and shook in her arms. 

"Gabriel, I should have listened to you, I am so so sorry.. Wait.. Where is Rowena now?" Her glare turned deathly, pulling her knife out of her boot, only for a hand to cover hers. 

"Sam and Dean.. They uh.. They confronted me, too.. I told them and Sam.. Sam lost it. He banished her and.. And.." Gabriel's voice cracked and Cheyanne pulled him into a hug again. 

"Sam! Sam, come here, we need you!"

Hearing loud footsteps approaching quickly, Cheyanne kept Gabriel close and sat him on the bed with her. Sam, now shutting the door, came and wrapped them both in his arms. 

Come sink into me and let me breathe you in, I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen, so dig two graves 'cause when you die, I swear I'll be leaving by your side...

"I didn't want her..." Gabriel whimpered.

"We know.. We know. We're not going anywhere, I promise you, Gabe. Deep breaths, baby." 

Nodding, he took deeper breaths and Sam rubbed his back. Kissing Sam on the jaw softly and then kissing Gabe on the nose, she ran quickly to draw a bath for the smaller male. Sitting in Sam's lap was the archangel, nuzzling close to the taller man's chest. Smiling softly, she gestured for them to come into the bathroom, scented with a rose bathbomb. Carrying the archangel, they sat him in the bath and gently washed him. 

"This is not how I envisioned sexy times tonight." He mumbled and Chey giggled, while Sam smiled. 

"I can't believe you just said sexy times, Gabe." Sam chuckled and dried him off, dressing him in boxers while Chey got down to her PJ's too. Taking Gabe's hand, she led him back to bed and laid him in the middle. Pressing her chest to his back, she wrapped her arms around him, kissing behind his ear softly. 

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, Gabe.."

"You didn't know but now you do. I'm just glad we're all okay."

He turns smiling and presses his forehead against hers and Sam, in his PJ's, spooned Gabriel.

"Me too, Gabriel." 

So you can drag me through hell, if it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under you spell, and you can throw me to the flames, I will follow you, I will follow you...

Author's Note:

Alex here! Hello, welcome to my lil mini-series dedicated to my good friend, Cheyenne <3. Also, please don't hate me, I love Rowena but I needed a bad guy in this, lol. If it makes you feel better, just insert your name over the Chey or Cheyenne's as well. <3

Thanks for reading!