The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Gabriel Novak is My Soulmate

Sam stretched as he awoke, accidentally stretching a bit too far and hitting someone in the face. The someone growled and shoved his arm, mumbling about stupid moose limbs before rolling over on their side, pulling the little blanket that was covering Sam straight off his body. Sam hissed at the cold and grabbed the corner of the blanket from Gabriel, pulling it back over his body. 

"Are you really going to steal the blanket from me?" Gabriel asked. "I'm your boyfriend." 

"No, you're a blanket-stealer," Sam argued. "And you don't need that much blanket anyways." Sam pulled some of the blankets back over his body. 

"But I'm cold," Gabriel whined. Sam sighed and then wrapped his arms around Gabriel, pulling him into his chest. 

"I'll keep you warm," he said softly. 

"Uh..." Gabriel started. Sam smiled faintly as he felt Gabriel's heart rate quicken. "Thanks or whatever." 

"Mhmm, no problem," Sam mumbled. "Now go back to sleep." 

"Hey, Sammy!" Dean said as he burst into the room. Sam blinked, too tired to care about the fact that he was definitely spooning his boyfriend at six o'clock in the morning. "What are you even doing here?" Dean asked Gabriel. 

"Shhh, Squirrel," Gabriel mumbled pulling the blanket over his head. 

"He couldn't get back home yesterday. The..." Sam started. He sighed and then unwrapped himself from around Gabriel, climbing over his now-sleeping boyfriend to walk outside of the room with Dean. He shut the door quietly, and then glanced up and down the hallway to make sure that Michael wasn't around either. "The reporters are outside the Novak house 24/7. What with the wheelchair, if Gabe leaves without his brothers, he can't get back. Can you imagine how bad it is to be surrounded by reporters asking a million questions and not being able to escape?" 

"Yeah, that's got to be tough. But should he really be staying in your room?" Dean said, giving Sam the concerned-older-brother look. Sam shook his head. 

"No, it's not like that. We haven't..." Sam shrugged. "And we probably won't for a while. I mean, I don't think either of us is exactly ready for that. Plus the whole paralysis thing...well, we'd need to think about all of that." 

"Well, I'm glad you've written a five-page essay about this. Do you do that every time you have to make a decision?" Dean joked. Sam rolled his eyes. He was glad at least Dean seemed to be in good spirits. Adam wasn't doing so great since his muscle spasms had gotten worse, and Michael was a complete wreck since Lucifer had ended things with him two days ago. It was good at least one of them seemed to be okay. 

"What about you and Cas?" Sam asked. Dean had mentioned that they had been discussing that a lot and Sam knew that rumors about Dean's promiscuity were greatly exaggerated. 

"I don't know, what with everything going on, we've sort of put that on hold. He's worried about Lucifer. He hasn't left the house since the article. The reporters are non-stop, and he won't even talk to Cas or Gabriel. The only one he was talking to was Michael and that's gone to shit too. I'm worried sick for Michael. I know he's tough, but he's sort of going through a lot right now," Dean said. Sam nodded. 

"But we'll figure it all out. Lucifer and Michael are going to be okay. Those two need each other. We've just got to figure out something to do about those reporters. Maybe we should just send Bobby down to the Novak house, considering he scared them out of here pretty quickly with his shotgun," Sam said with a laugh. "Why'd you call me out here anyway?" 

"I just heard you talking to someone and so I had to make it seem like I had a reason for bursting into your room," Dean said. Sam bitch-faced his brother.