Sabriel “You’re Back?!” Kas’ Dialogue Challenge
Word Count: 1,377
Pairing: Sam x Gabriel
Warning: fluff, maybe angst?
Prompt: “Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”
A/N: I was stuck for an idea for this for weeks and literally wrote this out in ten minutes or so. So I tries. I never wrote for a ship before so please bare with me. I hope you all like it.
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Seven years. It had been seven years since that fateful day. April 22, 2010 was the day Gabriel faced off against Lucifer to save the Winchesters and Kali- and sadly lost. Throughout the years, Sam has tried to forget about Gabriel, the feelings he had for him, and just try to move on. But he couldn’t. Everywhere he looked, everything he saw, reminded him of the golden-eyed Archangel. When him and Dean met God, well Chuck, he had some hopes of Gabriel returning. But Chuck said he couldn’t do so, effectively crushing any hope Sam had of seeing Gabriel again. But he had misheard Chuck apparently.
Sam was sitting in the library doing some searching for any possible cases while Dean was out on a supply run. Just a normal day. Until he heard what sounded like music coming from somewhere inside the Bunker.
“Dean?” he called out. No response. “Maybe he didn’t hear me.”
Sam got up and followed the music, gun in hand. The music slowly got louder with each turn he made through the Bunker’s halls, the words becoming a little clearer.
“This thing called love I just can’t handle it
this thing called love I must get round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called love”
“Dean??” Sam called out once again, sounding very unnerved at the lack of answers. He found his way to his bedroom, the music sounding the strongest. Gun raised, Sam took a hold of the doorknob and slowly turned the knob, pushing his door open quietly. Stepping inside, what he saw was shocking to say the least. Balloons, streamers, and a “Surprise!” banner hanging above his bed greeted him as he looked around his room. A disco ball lazily spinning above his head as the speakers on his dresser continued playing “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen.
“What the hell?” he muttered as he lowered his gun slightly.
“Hiya Samsquatch! Miss me?”
Sam jumped in surprise, but froze. “It can’t be!” He slowly turned around, gun raising, only to lower it when he saw those same golden eyes staring back at him. A bouquet of red roses in his hand and a sad smirk on his face, Gabriel stared up at Sam, who was currently making an apt impression of a fish.
“Speechless Sammy? I’m touched. Guess it’s safe to say you missed me, too?” Gabriel joked slightly, eyebrow raising at Sam’s lack of reply. “Sam?”
Shaking his head, Sam stepped back, running into his bed and tumbled rather ungracefully onto it. Sitting upright, he noticed that Gabriel stood in the same spot, a frown forming on his face, yet his eyes held worry. “You okay, Kiddo? I thought for sure you’d be happy to see me,” he stated as he placed the flowers on the dresser and stood in front of Sam.
“Gabriel? You’re really here?” Sam asked, reaching a hand up slowly, but pulling away before he could touch Gabriel’s face. But his hand was caught before he pulled away.
Intertwining their hands, Gabriel brought his left hand up and slowly carded it through Sam’s hair. “Yeah, I’m really here.”
Sam sighed, closing his eyes at the feeling of his hands running through his hair, but pulled back abruptly, eyes flying open. Gabriel stopped his ministrations but still held onto his hand.
“Hold on, you died.” Sam’s voice wavered slightly, tears gathering in his eyes but not falling.
“Yeah, well it didn’t stick,” Gabriel smirked, but wiped it off his face when he saw the look of grief and anger flash across Sam’s eyes.
“But, but I saw your wings burned on the ground. You were dead. Chuck…God…he said he couldn’t bring you back.” Sam looked away, brushing at the stray tears that fell, only to drop his hand when Gabriel’s gently took a hold of his chin and turned his head. He could see the sadness in those whiskey eyes, but there was another emotion…love.
“I was dead. Dad brought me back. After you and Dean got him and Aunt Amara back together, he pieced me back together and brought Raph, Mike and Luci home to work on being a family again. But that’s a different story,” Gabriel sighed before running his hand through Sam’s hair again, his other thumb rubbing circles on the back of Sam’s hand, both still intertwined, “the point is is that Dad thought it would be a good idea for me to come back. To be here for you. He brought Mary back, yes, but it wasn’t enough. You needed me, too. But I guess I was wrong.” He looked down, a crestfallen look on his face.
The music had long since stopped, his hand falling from Sam’s hair. He tried to pull their hands apart, only for Sam’s to grip his tighter, preventing him from pulling away. Gabriel looked up with hopeful eyes and met Sam’s hazel eyes, full of love. Cocking his head to the side, Sam gave a small laugh and leaned forward, foreheads touching.
“You’re not wrong. I do need you. You have no idea how much I missed you,” tears falling still but neither cared at the moment. Gabriel is alive, he’s here, and that’s all that matters. Gabriel gave a small grin, lifting his head enough to place a small kiss on Sam’s forehead.
“I missed you, too, Sam,” he laid his chin on Sam’s head as he felt himself get pulled forward into a tight hug, full of love. Sam buried his head in Gabriel’s chest, content to just stay in this position for as long as he could, part of him still thinking this was a dream. But the feeling of fingers in his hair, the warmth the smaller body gave off, told him it wasn’t a dream. It was real. Gabriel was really here.
Sam pulled away slowly, Gabriel pulling back with a look of uncertainty on his face. Grabbing a hold of his arms, Sam maneuvered Gabriel until he was sitting on his lap facing him.
“Sam?” Eye brows pinched in confusion, head tilting to the left slightly, and all Sam wanted to do was kiss the Archangel in front of him.
“Gabe…if I’m reading this all wrong, tell me, but…” he sighed, rubbing his hands up and down Gabriel’s arms.
“But…?” Gabriel tilted his head down, trying to catch Sam’s eyes.
“I think…no…I love you, Gabriel. I have for a long time now. If you don’t feel the same, I underst- Sam shut up” Gabriel interrupted, bringing those lovely hazel eyes back up to meet his. He gave a grin a mile wide and replied, “Took ya long enough.”
Sam laughed softly before bringing Gabriel back in for another hug. Gabriel whispered into his ear, “I love you too, Sam. Always have.” They stayed in that position for a bit before leaning away from each other. Hazel and whiskey eyes flicked down at the same time at each others lips before meeting again. Gabriel licked his lips slightly as Sam cupped his cheek.
“C-Can I kiss you? Please?” he whispered uncertainly.
Chuckling softly, Gabriel replied, “Thought you’d never ask.”
With a soft smile, they slowly leaned forward, meeting in the middle for a kiss that was soft yet full of love. A kiss that said everything they wanted to say, but could wait for later. They were together now and that’s all that matters. Pulling away, the couple shared a loving smile as they moved to lay down together on Sam’s bed, Gabriel fitting perfectly in his arms. They lay there for a while, just talking, sharing kisses here and there, and just enjoying being in each other’s company after so long apart. And when Dean gets back and finds them like that, Gabriel alive and kicking, well he had some choice words to say, a few threats, but relenting when he saw just how much happier Sam was now that Gabriel was back. Dean turned to leave to prepare some dinner and left with one last thing to say.
“You hurt him again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“Don’t worry Dean-o. I don’t plan on leaving Sam anytime soon. I promise.”
And with that, Dean left the happy couple to themselves. Everything turned out right in the end.