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It was with the most delicate touches that the boy king, him who was destined for greatness of the diabolical kind, touched Gabriel. It was a soft feathering breath tickling his eyelids, a warning to a pair of perfect dusky rose lips brushing over the purpling skin there. Gabriel didn't have the energy to open his eyes, he was exhausted from the torment and suffering he'd been through. He felt Sam again, this time pushing strands of golden hair from Gabriel's forehead, dabbing a cloth dampened by luke warm water over the dried blood there.

Gabriel wanted to sit up and fist his hands into Sam's shirt and breathe in his pine and eucalyptus scent, drifting into his clothes from his shampoo, to feel the solid warmth of a hot blooded human beneath him, but he couldn't. Every muscle in his body had given out, all limp like poorly made jelly. Even the slightest twitch of his fingers was too much, too sore, and he drifted too sleep before he could try and fight it.

He awoke when the bed beside him dipped, springs groaning in defeat as someone appeared by Gabriel's side. That telltale Canadian woods smell made Gabriel brighten as he knew who it was. Sam. His Sam. His honest to God, sweet Sam who deserved the world and so much more. Sam cleared his throat, shifting so he was pressed fully against Gabriel, warmth leeching from one to another. The sound of a page turning made Gabriel curious, and it was then Sam started reading.

"This all happened; more or less." Gabriel recognised it instantly as Slaughter House 5 by Kurt Vonnegut, Dean's favourite if he recalled correctly (which he did.) As Sam read on, his voice a soft caramel, Gabriel relaxed for the first genuine time, weight moving slightly to put just a little more pressure into Sam, grounding himself there as he drifted off on the words he was being read, as he started on his long, long journey of recovery.

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sylvain paused outside of felixs bedroom door. he wanted to march in there, demand felix explain why he had bailed on their training session. that wasnt like him at all, and even less like him was just not turning up at class. sylvain paced a little, finding the words he wanted before he knocked, determined to give felix a piece of his mind. at least, he was until felix opened the door with red rimmed eyes and tissues in his hand. that was when sylvain remembered it was the anniversary of glenns death.

taking felix into his arms sylvain swept into the room, shushing the smaller man who tried weakly to protest, and kissed his forehead.

ill be here all night he reassured, pulling a blanket around felixs shoulders, encouraging him to lay down

and he was

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A Hundred Ways to Say I Love You

#1: Pull Over. Let Me Drive for a While.

Sam blinked rapidly as the lamp posts overhead began to blur into one long yellow glow. He couldn’t fall asleep now, he was driving and they needed to be home before the morning. A small grumble from beside him made him glance over at where Gabriel was sleeping, head resting on the window, mouth half open. Only he could make that look attractive, because seriously. Part of him debated sticking the plastic spoon sitting in his empty salad bowl in Gabriel’s mouth but the rational side of him reminded him that he was already tired, he did not need any more distractions when it came to driving.

The weekend they’d spent away had been amazing, just them in a small cabin in the woods with nothing but one another to talk to and play games with. Sam made the bad choice of playing cards with Gabriel a lot, and Gabriel, being Gabriel, won every game. Except the one game of Sevens, in which Sam just got lucky. The only issue with the weekend was the long drive back. Sam blinked again, fighting back a yawn. He made a point of coughing hard to try and wake himself up a little. He could hold out until they found a 24 hour services where he could get a coffee from.

Gabriel snuffled again, shaking his head sharply to try and help wake himself up, resulting in him smacking his head on the car window.

 “Oh, ah fuck that hurt.” He grumbled, shifting to sit up straighter, dragging his hands down his face. “Wha’ time’s it?” Sam chuckled, pointing at the sat-nav.

 “Two. Got another three hours to go, ‘m just hoping there a 24 hour coffee place en route.” Another yawn, his hand coming off the wheel to cover his open mouth. As he did, the car swerved slightly and he panicked, grabbing the wheel again with two hands and straightening it. “Woah. That coffee place needs to come up fast.” Gabriel frowned at him and reached over, placing his hand on Sam’s knee.

 “Sam. Pull over.”

 “What?”

 “Pull over. Let me drive for a while. You’re too tired for this.” His tone was smooth and soft, no hint of irritation at the car wobble, but a hint of worry on the underlay. “C’mon kiddo I just slept for two hours, I’m fine.” Sam wanted to refuse, say no, he could do this, but he knew that it was stupid. Being stubborn like that wouldn’t get him anywhere.

“Fine.” He steered to the side, pulling onto the hard shoulder and laughing as Gabriel climbed into the back seat so Sam could just simply stretch his leg over and shift over without either of them getting out the car. “Thanks.” He pressed a kiss to Gabriel’s cheek who waved him off.

 “No need to thank me kid, this is what husbands are for. Now sleep.”

And Sam did.

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ALL THE. SMALL TIHNGS.

i suck at titles but i wrote @katiebug445 a thing

Sam knew what was coming before it happened, mainly because he’d seen it happen a thousand times, and he’d see it happen a thousand more. The stage was dark and, without even being able to see them, Sam knew that the spotlights above them were swivelling to point at the wide expanse where 4 people stood. His hands were in his pockets, the fingers in loose fists, a smile playing across his face as he heard the quiet click of drumsticks.

One, two, one two three four.

White lights snapped on, the four band members with bowed heads on the stage all suddenly looking up with wild grins on their faces, Gabriel’s arm swinging downwards to strum a heavy chord across his guitar. Starting with an original song wouldn’t have got the crowd going, so they launched with a cover of All the Small Things, something every pop punk lover in the audience knew and sung along too. Ash and Gabriel leant into the microphone to duet the versus, Gabriel’s fingers dancing along the fret of the guitar like a master, each note perfectly placed, not a single bum note in sight. Sam was part of the crowd that jumped and danced, every mouth moving with the words of the Blink-182 song.

 “Late night, come home-” Ash tilted the mic, the whole stadium shouting, “WORK SUCKS, I KNOW.” back at the band.

This was where Gabriel was happiest, and Sam knew it. When he was singing shoulder to shoulder with a man he called brother, or when he was playing so hard his fingertips would start to bleed with the strain. Some people might be jealous that their boyfriend only has that gleam in his eye when he’s on stage, but Sam never minded. It wasn’t like they weren’t happy together, it was just Gabriel needed the attention, he needed the exposure, he needed the power he had when he had the guitar in hand. Sam had seen Gabriel play with and without Red in his hands, and there was such a difference in him. Something just about Red seemed to make the rockstar shine, not that that was any complaint.

Around half way through their set, Gabriel took pole position. Sam knew what song was coming, it was one of his favourites, not only because of the fact it was his favourite song, but because of the way Gabriel looked as he sung.

 “She said she needed a break.” He looked at Sam, winking, before the rest of the band. “There’s nothing wrong with Ohio except the snow and the rain!” His foot was tapping as he sung, head bobbing and hair falling into his eyes. Gabriel didn’t need to be able to see to know that Sam was mouthing the words along with him, his voice was joining his and everyone else’s in singing the ‘Unofficial Anthem of Texas’ as the band had dubbed it. He knew that Sam, like everyone else, was throwing up their rock hands for them.

And he also knew Sam, unlike everyone else, would be meeting him backstage with a cold beer and a kiss after the set.

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Non-binary Gabriel who wears crop tops and skirts but also Sam’s plaid and ripped jeans, all the time with doc Martens and his hair being messy as fuck :3c (and Sam gives 0 shits and just shrugs and tells him that pastel pink looks good on him but the spring green not so much)

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That Easy

New fic!

Summary:

Humanity's last hope; the broken one, the hero, and the fallen angel.

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Gabriel braiding his feathers into Sam’s hair (⌒▽⌒)☆

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Lavender and Gold

I wanted to write @janimoon something so I did

The sound of crying in the early hours of the morning was never a good sign in Sam and Dean’s experience. Crying either meant someone was in pain or dying, or it was a trap. The brothers didn’t like traps.

What really made Sam uneasy about the noise though was the way it was high pitched and breathy at times, and others a full blown wail. Sam nudged Dean with his elbow as they met outside Dean’s room, looking towards the kitchen with suspicion etched on their faces. Crying outside the Bunker was bad, but inside? Even worse. Dean nodded before Sam rounded the corner first, gun cocked and ready to be met with -- Gabriel?

 “Gabriel? What the hell, you said last time you called that you were in Iowa because of the demons!” Sam didn’t mean to raise his voice at the end, he really didn’t, but at the same time he’d been worried sick about Gabriel for the past three days because he hadn’t been responding to his prayers. 

Gabriel versus one demon was one thing, Gabriel versus a swarm? Before Sam could demand an answer, worry that Gabriel was possessed, and it wasn’t his archangel that’d come home but a monster, Gabriel turned to them, a baby cradled in his arms and a glint in his eyes. A glint that screamed ...forgive me?  

 “I was in Iowa dumbass, and yeah, there was a demon horde, I sent ‘em right back where they belong, piece of cake. But then I found the reason why they were there and it was this bundle of noise.” He huffed a little as the baby’s cries dulled into hiccups, her bright brown eyes finding Sam. 

She blinked a few more tear from her eye before reaching out for Sam, tiny fists grasping on the thin air as she tried to reach him. “And she wants you, course, not me, the one who’s kept her fed and watered as I made my way back here. Had to shut off Angel Radio to stay under the radar and fly short distances at a time. S’why I wasn’t back earlier.”

Sam stood there unmoving for a second as he regarded the baby in the Archangel’s arms.

 “What did they want with her? She’s just a baby, oh god they’re not gonna start possessing children like Lilith did are they?” He asked as he handed Dean his gun, crossing the room in a few long strides to take the girl from Gabriel, a happy gurgle leaving the baby’s throat as she settled herself comfortably against Sam’s chest, hand tightening in his pyjama shirt. Gabriel raised a hand and pressed between her shoulder blades gently, Sam’s jaw dropping as he saw 4 lavender wings dusted with white unfurl from her back.

 “Baby angel. Rare. One in about… twenty million. Especially on Earth. Hence why-”

 “Hence why all the hell scum wanted her.” Dean chimed in, putting both guns down. “So what do we do with it?” He folded his arms and raised his eyebrows when neither of the other man answered him.

 “Well you could do up your dressing gown for one.” Gabriel quipped, pointing at Dean’s crotch. The older Winchester cursed loudly, earning him a staunch glare from Sam about swearing in the same room as the baby as he turned away to do up the grey robe.

~*~

Sam had research to do, but the baby angel refused to let go of his shirt when he tried to hand her over to Gabriel so he could read in peace. Instead he just let her sit in his lap as he turned the pages of the book on the table, noting down a note here and there about the proper way to draw an angel repelling sigil. He ran a slow hand over the baby’s head, fingers catching in the soft curls that hung around her shoulders. As he kept reading she giggled at something, arms reaching over the one he had protectively wrapped around her waist, trying to catch something.

 “What you trying to get there princess?” He muttered, not looking until the giggles subsided into a sort of muffled humming. When he did look however he laughed at the way she had a mouthful of golden feathers. The golden feathers didn’t stop however, they just carried on over to the sofa on the other side of the room where Gabriel was lounging on the sofa.

 “She’s teething, decided you wouldn’t want her chewing on your arm like she was about to.” Sam nodded in silent thanks at him, turning back to the book when seconds later he was disturbed again as the baby squirmed in his lap, grabbing at Gabriel’s feathers and trying to get over to him. Gabriel’s other win came round and he lifted her up in a pile of feathers, drawing her across the room and setting her down in his lap, winking at Sam as he did.

 “Cheers Gabe.”

 “No worries sugar.”

~*~

Baby angels were, as it turned out, heavy sleepers. Her lavender wins splayed out, Mary as they’d decided to name her, sucked her thumb peacefully, asleep in the bed that Gabriel had snapped up for her.

 “What do we do with her?” Sam asked as Gabriel tiptoes backwards out of the room, closing the door so they could speak normally.

 “What do you mean?”

 “I mean, do we keep her here, in the Bunker? Do you take her back to Heaven at some point? How are we gonna do this?” He waved his hand at the door a little as if he really needed to demonstrate more who he was talking about. Gabriel’s hand came up, catching Sam’s, their fingers linking together simply by sensory memory.

 “Bunker is the best bet. I can keep her safe here. You and Dean, you don’t need to worry about her or anything, I’ll be her Guardian and I’ll make sure she’s taken care o--”

 “What if I… I want to help you?” Sam swallowed softly as he let their joined hands fall, making it easier for him to pull Gabriel closer, free hand coming up to cup Gabriel’s cheek. “I mean I never thought that after Jess I was gonna fall in love again, let alone have a shot at being a parent. That… it only seemed like a future option when I had a GPA and a girlfriend who I was set on marrying at some point. But now I have a brother, an angel and an archangel who I am very,” he paused to dip his head, brushing his lips to Gabriel’s, “Very much in love with. If.... sure she’s an angel, but so are you. This to me is like a second chance at a life I never thought I’d get to lead.”

Gabriel blinked in shock for a second before beaming up at Sam, standing on tiptoes so they could kiss Sam again.

 “Samazing if you wanna help look after Mary I am not going to complain, not in the slightest. Not at all. In fact? I’d be pretty damn glad to not be the only one responsible for her. Especially when she learns to fly.” Sam laughed, arm wrapping around Gabriel’s waist and pulling the archangel against his chest, kissing the mess of golden hair on his head.  

~*~

Course, two weeks later Dean came home from grocery shopping, grumbling under his breath about the way  the new parents were slacking off and were probably just sitting at the table whilst the baby slept. Once he’d put the bags down he headed into the main room to sit down and relax when he stopped and smiled. Sam was laid across the sofa, Gabriel tucked against his chest, and he tiny fledgling angel wedged in against them, all three covered in glitter, confetti and what looked like cake. He sighed softly as he watched the three for a few more seconds before switching off the light and leaving the three of them tos sleep in peace.

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steven loves me :3c

When Sam opened the Snapchat from 'LiteralAngelx69xx' he wasn't sure what to expect. It certainly wasn't a picture of Gabriel with a tabby cat draped around his neck like a very strange scarf with the simple caption of Steven Loves Me :3c on it. 

He couldn't help but laugh though and send him a return photo of himself sat beside his Labrador, the dog's snout pressed against his own nose. Bones isn't a good scarf.

Gabriel hadn't meant to send the Snapchat to Sam. They'd been friends in college but hadn't spoken in a few months, though a few months was apparently all Sam needed to become fucking hot as fuck. He sent him another picture, this time sans cat of him and an empty coffee mug. Steven can't make coffee. He and Sam had gotten along well in college despite being on different courses, they'd met up at parties, exchanged snapchats and nothing more. Once college had broken up Gabriel had taken to sending Sam only pictures of his cat, never his face.

Sam laughed out right at that, deciding he needed to (right now, because he was thirsty and NO other reason) go put the kettle on and make himself a coffee. Once he'd added the milk and given it a stir he sent Gabriel a picture. I am. :) Was he flirting? Was he actually flirting with the guy he'd had a crush on in college via snapchat? Perhaps he was. But hey. Take a fucking risk once in a while Sam!

Gabriel huffed softly at the picture before sending him yet another photo of his face, though this time he had a pout on his face and golden eyes worked into a perfect pleading puppy expression. Come show Steven? The cat meowed indignantly, weaving around his feet, demanding feeding. Despite the fact he'd just been fed. Shitty little thing ate him out of house and home and��couldn't make coffee.

Something told Sam that should have been the response he would have gotten, although nothing could prepare him for the fact that dammit Gabriel was adorable. He shrugged on a hoodie, zipping it up, snapping another photo. 07963684384. Address needed!

And that was a snapchat Gabriel hadn't been expecting. Screenshotting it (Not because of Sam's cute face, no way) - he sent him a text, giving him the instructions on how to get to his place. And then he put on some jeans.

Gabriel was glad his cat couldn't make coffee, because Sam made the best coffee. He also gave the best kisses, but that was something that was staying well clear of their snapchat story.

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black over gold

(warning: major character death)

  Sam’s back hit the wall and he choked out a cough at the force, feet slipping on the wet floor as he tried to regain his balance. He heard the echoing tap of footsteps coming towards him and he swallowed thickly, palms flat on the wall as he pushed himself back up and into a fighting position, fists raised, feet shoulder width apart. He could do this.

  He’d fought how many monsters of how many kinds? Wendigos, Shifters, ghosts and ghouls, lycans and vampires. He’d faced leviathans, a creature so old time forgot it. He’d helped defeat Eve, he’s gone toe to toe with Lucifer and won. So why was this any different? A sadistic and high pitched laughter rung out in the darkness and his lip twitched in a snarl at the sound. He’d fought demons and--

 His attacker turned the corner, their eyes meeting, a grin spreading across the other’s face as he blinked, eyes flicking into a deep black that Sam could become lost in. The deep black of a tunnel with no end, the black of the Cage Sam had thrown himself into, the black of the night sky he often finds himself watching and asking where did it all go wrong. The demon’s hand came up and Sam found himself back against the wall, his airflow being cut off and he choked again, an ugly wet sound. The demon’s hand pushed the golden hair away from his Vessel’s forehead and Sam squirmed harder.

--and he’d fought angels.

  The grin never dropped from Gabriel’s ((That’s not Gabriel he’d never do this)) face as he stepped closer and the black in his eyes vanished, returning to the gold Sam could lose himself in even though there was none of the usual softness there. The gold wasn’t the sunlight of an August morning, but more the gold of life-ruining whiskey that he’d seen pass over the lips of too many good men. He grabbed at his own throat as he was released and he fell to the floor again, gasping in deep breaths of freezing air.

 “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, look what we have here. Big strong boy at the feet of a demon. Or am I an angel? Tell me Samaroo, what do you think?” Gabriel’s hand was firm on his jawbone as he gripped Sam’s face, tilting the hunter’s face to look up at him. “Tell me Sam, angel?” the eyes changed again, the voice suddenly becoming gravelly. “Or demon?”

Sam struggled, kicking at Gabriel’s ((That’s not Gabriel he’d never dare hurt you what’s the name he calls you??)) - shin’s, trying to get him off because how could he answer that question? Not when he used that gravelly voice either, the one that was entirely too similar to the one that Gabriel had in the morning, leaning over Sam to turn off the hunter’s alarm, or the one he had after screaming Sam’s name at just the right pitch. Gabriel ((Precious starlight that’s the one, this is a demon in Gabriel’s Vessel remember that Sam it’s not him)) slipped and Sam got up, grabbing his face and slamming the demon against the wall, fire in his eyes.

 “You - you aren’t an angel, you’re a demon. How can a demon even possess an angel?” he snapped, pinning the demon’s hands above his head with one hand. The demon let out a wolf whistle, glancing up and he wiggled his hips.

 “Ooh Sammy, getting all rough and tumble, using those big hands to get your way huh?” Sam pressed the demon’s wrists together, the bones grinding and he relished in the hiss of pain. ((Gabriel that’s his Vessel you’re hurting his Vessel Sam you can’t do too much don’t wanna hurt Gabriel too)) “And how can I, a simple Hell-dweller possess the body of your lover, the Messenger of God himself?”

There were the gold eyes again, except they looked like Gabriel’s this time and his grip loosened on instinct, refusing to hurt him, not wanting to --

 Mistake.

The demon wrenched free, turning to be the one with Sam on the wall, demonic powers holding Sam there so he could stride about the room in the overly confident manner that Gabriel did.

 “You see Sambo,”

 “Stop calling me that!”

 “Oh you’re such a fiesty one, I can see why he likes… sorry, liked, you.” The use of past tense - fucking past tense no - made him kick out even though the demon wasn’t anywhere near him. “Anyway. Back to how I can wear your boyfriend like a glove. See. Most angels? Pure. Purer than the fresh fallen snow, with faith pouring outta their ears and songs about the glory of Heaven and the Almighty primed on the tip of their tongue ready to flow at every given opportunity. Gabriel? He wasn’t faithful and nor was he ready to sing the praises to a family he abandoned and left behind in favour of himself. Disloyal-”

 “He is loyal, loyal to us!” Sam said despite the lack of air because he wasn’t going to let this demon shit talk Gabriel without correction.

 “Loyal to you? Oh really? Sam, Gabriel is millenia old. He has had many affairs with many people. Do you really think every time he said those three little words that he meant it? How many other people, men and women, do you think he’s said that to over the years huh?” Sam struggled harder as his eyes prickled with tears because he was right, and he knew it, but at the same time he knew that was the truth because he’d said those three words before, to Jess, to Amelia. Yes he’d meant it every time, but he still meant it every time he’d said it to Gabriel and he wouldn’t let the demon take that away from him.

The demon spun on his heel, snapping a yellow coloured lollipop and Sam’s harsh laugh even startled the demon at the suddenness.

 “Lemon?” he asked, nodding at the confectionary.

 “Pineapple.” Sam laughed again, hard and hysterical. Gabriel ((The real Gabriel, his Gabriel)) would never eat something like that. Sugar fiend or not, he had lines he wouldn’t cross. “Where was I? Ah yes. Well, with that seed in him, eating him from the inside out, the guilt that he abandoned Daddy and his big brothers, it was easy for me just to… slip all on up in here.” He patted Gabriel’s chest and walked back over to Sam, wiping a tear from his cheek. “You know he’s still in here right? Banging away at the little box I put him in. Hold on, he has a message for you.”

The golden eyes came back, but they were warm, they were soft but they were scared, they were oh so scared, and Sam wanted to cup his lover’s face and kiss away the fear, make him remember what it was like to be loved. Sam knew what it was like to have a demon possessing you and he knew Gabriel was cold and he wanted to fix it, he wanted to fix it so badly.

 “I love you.” The demon magic dropped, long enough for Sam to run a hand over Gabriel’s - actually Gabriel - cheek, surprised at the warmth and suppleness of his skin despite the possession.

 “I love you too Gabriel.” A sob broke through his words and he wanted to hold the angel close but he knew he couldn’t.

He knew from the second he felt the handle of Gabriel’s angel blade be pressed into his free hand what he needed to do.

((I’m so sorry I’m so so sorry if there was another way you know I would…))

((Hurry Sam, before it’s too late before he takes back the control and I can’t do this one last thing for you please Sam don’t let the last time you see my eyes be the black please Sam please cling to the gold please Sam plea--))

The hand on Gabriel’s face slid over Gabriel’s eyes, covering them as Sam sunk the blade into his chest. Jaw dropping open, light shone from his throat and through the cracks in Sam’s fingers, Gabriel’s right hand tightening on Sam’s bicep as his left covered Sam’s eyes too so he didn’t have to see Gabriel’s die in front of him.

So he didn’t need to see if the eyes Sam had fallen in love with went to black again or not.

Light subsided and the room was dark and quiet again, the only sound being that of the dripping water and the soft thump as Gabriel’s body slipped from the blade to the floor. As his hand uncovered Sam’s eyes and Sam could see, he saw the huge wing imprints on the floor and he let out a loud sob of relief. He bent down, fingers brushing over Gabriel’s eyelids to close his eyes, put the black of death over the glassy gold and he lifted Gabriel’s limp body into his arms, ignoring the underlay of sulphur as he buried his nose in Gabriel’s hair, focusing on the candy floss and lightning.

 “Angel. You’re an angel. My angel.”

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under the stained glass with a rosary in hand

  It was over. It was really over. He was out the Cage, they'd iced the Devil and they'd ganked the Darkness. All with a little help from --

 "Heya kiddo." Sam looked up at the voice, the acoustics in the chapel making Gabriel's voice echo around it a little as he slid silently onto the pew beside Sam. Sam gave him a small half-smile before turning back to look at the battered, faded rosary in his hand. He ran his thumb over the beads, feeling them turn at the movement on the loose elastic and he clenched his fit, beads clicking as they touched. "Kid?" Sam turned back to Gabriel and leant back, the shifting of his shoes and jeans deafeningly loud in the silence.

 "Yeah?"

 "Whatcha doin' moping in here? Dean 'nd Cas are celebrating your whole triumph against evil thing you had goin' on back there." he jabbed his thumb towards the door before leaning forward, forearms on the wooden back of the pew in front. Sam opened his mouth, then closed it again, clenching his jaw as he did. There were things he wanted to say, and things he needed to say, and things that were better off unsaid. The problem was, it was the things better off unsaid that he should get off his chest.

 "Sure, we got the bad guy, big deal." he finally said, head dipping to stare at the chipped cross hanging from the rosary. "Same as always." He could feel the look Gabriel was giving him and he withdrew from it, back into his shell, his safety net.

 "No- Sam, it's not like always." his voice was soft, soft enough to convince Sam to look up at him and he huffed a laugh at the way Gabriel was sitting on the back of the pew now, feet on the damaged wood to Sam's left.

 "You know, I'm pretty sure that's blasphemy." he raised an eyebrow, lips twitching into a smirk.

 "Yeah yeah, I wrote the book on blasphemy. Back to you. Listen Sam, you- you went into Hell. You faced Luci. You ended up in the Cage with him and you're still standing. That's more than most. More than me-"

 "You didn't let him out in the first place. Him, or Amara, or..."

 "Doesn't matter who let him out Sam, you put him back. You put the Devil back in the box the first time, and you shivved his ass the second time. Hell - pardon my language - even I couldn't do that." Sam winced at the memory.

 "But I-"

 "You were scared. Guess what, you have emotions, embrace them Sammers, it makes you you, makes you human. Why do you think so many Angels are such tight asses? No emotion, it's an innately human thing."

 "But you-"

 "I'm older than you could ever dream sugar, I taught myself emotion before people taught themselves fire."

 "I wanted to run. I wanted to run and I didn't want to come back. Maybe if I didn't stop running he couldn't find me." Sam's voice was hushed and he looked away from the Archangel then, looking straight past him at the stained glass window, the last of the day's sunlight bleeding through it, throwing a myriad of hues across the floor, chairs and ultimately Gabriel.

 "Sam." Sam shifted his gaze from the window to the man in front of him, the single look questioning. "If there is anyone who understands what it's like to run away from the ones you love, s'me." He slid off the pew to sit right beside Sam, hip to thigh, the sudden touch and warmth making Sam jump. "But that doesn't make you a bad person. You stayed unlike I did. You didn't run away. You're a hero Sam. You saved the world. You did good. And 'm proud of you."

Sam had no words to explain the feeling in his chest as Gabriel spoke, said the words he'd needed to hear so many times. All he could do was let an arm come up to drape over the Archangel's shoulders, pulling him a little closer, and let his cheek come to rest on the other's head as they wanted the sun set through the window of the chapel to yet another day, both knowing that in the morning? It'd rise again.

     Thanks to Sam.

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okay this is me apologising for not posting much but im working on my SGBB right now so :))))

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You’re More Than a Lover; There Could Never Be Another

Gabriel groaned loudly before closing his laptop as slow as he could, the plastic hinges giving a little creak, resisting the urge to slam the bugger. Another fucking rejection. He supposed he should be used to it by now, he really should be, but each time he got the email that began “Mr Gabriel Novak, we have read and reviewed your application” his hopes were high it would continue as “and we were delighted to inform you that-” but of course, it never did. 

  He stared at the matte black of his laptop before standing up sharply enough that the chair fell over and he swung a fist, unclenching at the last second to simply smack his palm against the wall. Fuck this. He heard the door open and he sighed. Sam was home. Sam being home was a good thing, but he didn’t want Sam to see him with tears in his eyes and a stinging red palm because he didn’t get accepted into yet another piece.

 “Gabe? ‘m home… everything okay?” Caught.

 “I- got rejected again. Fucking again Sam this is the 5th one this month and it’s only the 14th-” Realisation dawned on him and his jaw dropped open. It was the 14th. Valentine's Day. Shit. “Hey, it’s the 14th!” his face up brightened instantly. Valentine’s Day with Sam.

Sam chuckled, moving over to him and wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him away from the wall and into the middle of the kitchen, sweeping them both into a slow and delicate spin. Gabriel laughed and placed a hand on the centre of Sam’s chest, right over his heart as the taller man dipped him gracefully, Gabriel’s head tipped back by instinct. Sam placed a quick kiss to his exposed throat before pulling him up, twirling them round again to invisible music, hips swaying.

 “Forget them. Forget about all that, just for now?” Sam’s voice was soft, and Gabriel tipped his face up a little to look at his boyfriend and he nodded a little. “Dance with me?” Gabriel huffed a laugh, nodding, prying himself out of Sam’s arms long enough to press play on his iPod in the dock, listening to the first few chords of a song strum out on a guitar. When he turned back to Sam, Sam bowed at him, reaching out a hand for Gabriel who took his hand and let himself be pulled back in close.

I never had no one I could count on

I’ve been let down so many times

I was tired of hurtin’

I was tired of searchin’

‘til you walked into my life

That was how he’d met Sam - Sam had literally just walked into his life. He’d been doing a pantomime at the local theatre, standing on the stage rehearsing his lines and waiting for the ‘hero’ of the play to arrive when lo and behold Sam entered stage left, sword in hand and crowd lopsided on his head. Gabriel could tell by the stiffness of Sam’s actions and the tremor in his voice that he wasn’t an actor, and after they were done he’d spoken to ‘Hero Boy’ as Gabriel had referred to him. Hero Boy had a name - Sam - and was actually doing Law at the university nearby, he was only doing the pantomime because it was something different. So Gabriel had given him his number, and told him to give him a call so they could run lines and Gabriel would give him tips on loosening up. Line running turned into dates once the play was finished, and that was five years ago now.

It was a feelin’

I’d never known

And for the first time

I didn’t feel alone

One of the first times Sam had come back to Gabriel’s apartment, he’d gotten a call from his older brother, drunk and shouting down the phone about Gabriel leaving, leaving them, running away from them all once Lucifer had gone. All he’d been able to do was shrink under the tinny words Michael was uttering. Sam had just taken the phone and hung up, before pulling Gabriel into a hug, holding him against his chest and stroking his back. He realised then he didn’t need to hide anything from Sam. Didn’t need to hide the destructiveness of his family, the loud phone calls that would come nearly weekly and all the times he’d just hidden from them. He hadn’t had to be alone.

You’re more than a lover

There could never be another

To make me feel the way you do

The first time they’d said I love you wasn’t spectacular or special, there hadn’t been any build-up or great reveal. They’d been sat in the park during the firework display in the summer, Gabriel sat between Sam’s legs, chests pressed together. Gabriel’s arm were wrapped loosely around Sam’s neck as they watched the sky become painted in coloured sparks. As it came to a close they’d both let their heads fall again, noses bumping and foreheads coming to rest together.

 “You know I love you right?” Gabriel had mumbled, tucking his hands into the cuffs of his hoodie, wiggling a little closer to Sam and giving him a gentle kiss.

 “Mmm. And you know I love you too right?” Gabriel nodded in agreement, smiling as Sam returned the kiss. They’d sat there for a little while longer, eyes closed, simply being close and basking in the fact they both knew the other loved them.

And oh we just get closer

I fall in love all over

Every time I look at you

Sam spun them round again, pressing a kiss to Gabriel’s forehead as he did, both hands resting on Gabriel’s hips as they turned to the country-pop song. Gabriel looked up at Sam and smiled, looking at the way Sam’s hair curled a little above his shirt collar, and the way his eyes glittered as he smiled. And he felt what the song sung, he felt his heart swell and dance, the slight twist of shyness every time he looked at Sam . He did fall in love everytime he looked at Sam no matter what was happening. Sam could be asleep at 2am, Gabriel awoken by bad dreams or a cramp in his legs, or curled up napping on the sofa after a long day. Sometimes it’s when Sam’s cooking and he’s popped around the doorway to ask Gabriel to set the table, and sometimes it’s when he’s just gotten out the shower and all he’s wearing is a towel. But no matter what time it is, every time he looks at Sam the love resonates in him, and he wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything else in the world.

And I don’t know where I’d be

Without you here with me

Life with you makes perfect sense

Gabriel laughed loudly as Sam spun him a little harder as they stepped backwards, Sam’s knees hitting the sofa and he dropped, bringing Gabriel down with him, arms around him, pulling him down onto his lap with his arms still wrapped tightly around Gabriel’s waist.

 “Oops.” Sam whispered, giving his partner a short kiss, one that Gabriel returned before it ended. He realised then how much happier he felt that he had done less than three minutes ago, and it was all because of Sam. He could fail another five, ten, twenty auditions into plays if he had too, but as long as he still had Sam coming home to him and dancing with him around the kitchen, talking to him in that soothing and gentle voice, holding him with those arms, he was okay. Sure life would get hectic and painful and it’d take him to his knees, take him down into places so dark he didn’t envision himself getting back up, but in the end he knew he could do, because Sam would hold out a hand and tell him to take hold. Sam would hit pause on the rush-around and sweep him up, calm him down, stop the headaches and bring him down to Earth again.

You’re my best friend

You’re my best friend oh yeah

Gabriel has never thought about it that way. Though, now he did, he realised how true it was. Sure they kissed and they fucked, but at the end of the day Sam was still his best friend. They’d still just mess around, watch movies, steal popcorn from one another. They sung into hairbrushes at the top of their lungs, cheeks pressed together. They pranked one another, Sam waiting for Gabriel to not be paying attention before pressing play on a song on his phone, the G note ringing out clear in the silence of their apartment and watching his sandy haired boyfriend leap to attention, hand over his heart as he screamed the words WHEN I WAS, Sam unable to stop himself for joining in.

You stand by me

And you believe in me

When my world goes crazy

You’re right there to save me

You make me see how much I have

Like that time he was Romeo. He’d stayed awake for hours on end, way more hours than he ever should stay awake again, learning lines, running lines, drinking way too much coffee. He only realised there was a problem when Sam spoke to him and he responded in a quote from the play without even thinking. Sam hadn’t minded though, he’d just gathered Gabriel up, taken the dog eared script from him and sat on the sofa with him against his chest, a blanket over them both.

 “Sleep, angel.” he’d whispered, and Gabriel had done. Sam never stopped finding the fact he’d done the whole of Romeo’s monologue in his sleep adorable.

And I still tremble when we touch

And oh the look in your eyes when we make love

Sam’s hand came up and he brushed Gabriel’s hair from his face softly, leaning in to give him another slow kiss, both of them panting just a little from the dance despite the slowness. Gabriel kissed him back warmly, arms wrapped around Sam’s neck, and he kissed back.

 “I love you.” he mumbled, words half-muffled against the kiss, not that he minded. Sam had heard the words so many times before, and he’d said them even more times. He felt Sam say it back before Sam fell back, laying down with Gabriel on top, slipping between Sam’s thighs s they were as close as they could get.

You’re more than a lover

There could never be another

Sam pushed their foreheads together, noses rubbing softly and somehow this gesture was more intimate than anything else they’d ever done, more intimate than the sex they’d had or the times they’d just laid naked in bed under the covers side by side. It made Gabriel giggle softly and he flushed pink at the sound, pressing his nose to Sam’s cheek as they kissed again.

To make me feel the way you do

And oh we just get closer

 “Marry me.” Sam whispered, hands carding slowly through Gabriel’s hair, pushing it away from his face as he did. They made eye contact, Sam’s hands coming out of his hair to run over his jaw, then his cheeks.

 “Of course Samshine.” and they kissed again, gently, nothing different to the one they’d shared mere moment before, although Gabriel did have to hold back a delighted laugh at the fact Sam had asked. It was nothing spectacular, nothing over the top and fancy.

I fall in love all over

Every time I look at you

It was perfect. It was easy. It was them.

[whodoesntlovesabriel]

the angel of never letting go

gabriel has never been someone good at letting go.

he has clung to life for many a year leaving battles with crimson adhered to his face and guilt already setting heavy in his heart and despite every soft and kind word that’s offered to him by another angel who claims they understand he shrugs them off because there is no way on the heaven or on the earth that they can

because gabriel has seen a good man fall to the toil of battle many a time in his times as an archangel

and once a man has fallen and he knows he shall never get back up theres a loss of something in their eyes and no matter how many fluttering touches grace the sides of a tear stained cheek and no matter how many breathless gasps of youre going to be okay happen to hit that mans ear

he is the only one to know it is over

because the other man does not want to believe hes about to witness the end of a creation

and gabriel being an angel has fluttered his touches to faces and watched their eyes open, the light come alive and a laugh bubble from their chest

but gabriel being an angel has fluttered his touches to faces and watched their eyes close, the light go out and the  last breath release itself from their chest

gabriel never has been very good at letting go

as a fledgling he clung to his older brothers wing and side eyes wide and full of an innocence waiting to be taken

poor golden angel boy.

and he wasnt very good at letting go of his older brother when he fell fell leaving nothing his a drifting white feather tinged with the red of his blood eyes wide and full of an anguish that was never going to leave

poor golden angel boy

and the dainty little golden angel boy must grow up he must take a sword in hand to fight fight to the death but he turns that golden hair in disarray

those golden eyes that shine so wide full of bewilderment and fear

pure fear of what he is told to do

and though he asks why hes never given an answer

and in that moment

that little golden angel boy forces himself to let go

he strips himself of the cloth of his father and he leaves a single golden feather drifting into the hands of a baby angel an angel with dark wings poor blue eyed angel boy

and gabriel the angel of never letting go becomes the angel of never hanging on

and sometimes he wishes to return

but only on the nights he gazes heavenwards

other he sits drink in hand

poor golden angel boy

that golden hair pushed back in human exhaustion those golden eyes glassed over and cold and he asks himself why for he’s the one to blame

and he gets himself a human job a human name a human life

the angel of never letting go has let go so hard he can barely even remember his Father given name

And it’s at this human job With his human name Under a guise as a human who knows nothing more than a brief life crisis

That Gabriel meets another.

little golden angel boy

meets the boy with nothing but everything to lose

[whodoesntlovesabriel]

Between the Leaves

SURPRISE CHRISTMAS GIFT FOR @kibberswrites hi I was your anon from earlier but yes you’re absolutely wonderful and I just hope you like this :)

The leaves ruffled in the wind, sunlight dappling the forest floor below and around them. Sam was laying with his head in Gabriel’s lap, gazing up at the golden haired man who spoke with lilting words that sometimes rhymed and sometimes didn’t, words that chimed like bells in the crisp air, and silent words he illustrated with his hands. 

Sam’s smile was wistful as he listened to the man, the rough forest edges of his voice reminding Sam all the time they weren’t from the same world, not that it mattered.

 Gabriel let one hand tangle in Sam’s slightly curled hair as he told him tales of travellers and bards who’d come through the woods, fingers tapping on their instruments as if their cheerful music scare away the evil that lurked in the shadows of the bushes. As he saw the evil begin to wind itself around the ankles of the travellers he’d appeared, dispelling them and granting the travelling groups protection from anything else that may bring harm to them.

 The forest spirit leant back, basking his face in the warm sunlight, letting the rays blend and bounce from his hair. Sam looked up and noticed the light on his hair and face and he admired the green tinge in the gold of his hair, the dark smudged on his cheek, and the way his golden eyes sparkled all the time, no matter whether it was the dead of night or midday.

 Gabriel yawned and stretched widely, the sunlight getting slightly brighter as he screwed up his face in the yawn. Sam’s face softened as it happened, a smile tugging the corners of his lips.

 “Want to go into the deep woods today Sammy?” Gabriel’s voice never failed to strike  a chord in Sam’s chest and he sat up, leaning forward to kiss Gabriel, who made a surprised mmph! noise before kissing back.

 “How about the lake instead?” Gabriel’s face lit up, and Sam was glad he’d made the suggestion. He loved being at the lake with Gabriel. Not because the spirit was very convincing when it came to skinny dipping, not because the lake itself was simply beautiful, a bright blue that Sam could stare at for hours, crystal clear right to the depths. Sam sat himself down on the shore, toeing off his shoes and socks before dipping his toes in the cool water,w watching Gabriel.

Gabriel hummed a light tune as he too pushed off the shoes he wore, though he was sockless, and he stretched out a leg slowly, testing the water before he began to walk on it, tiny ripples from where he allowed the slightest amount of his weight to be pressed onto the surface floating outwards, lapping at Sam. Gabriel stepped lightly, the blissful smile on his face one of the reasons Sam loved coming here with him. Only one of them though. As Gabriel reached the centre of the lake, arms raising above his head, the water around him lifting with it, Sam’s smile widened even more, the water forming an elegant and swirled cocoon around the forest’s guardian.

This was the other reason why he loved coming here with Gabriel.

Gabriel was the forest. He held the life of the trees, the leaves, the creatures and streams in his chest, protected by his own chest. He breathed out the sweet smelling wind that carried the autumn leave around the woods, the wind that the leaves tumbled and danced in. He sung the songs alongside the birds, his high notes melding with theirs, his lows forming a platform for their melodies. He ran with the squirrels and then foxes, dashing up trees and through the undergrowth, ignoring the tree branches that whipped his face and hands, because there was no way that the forest could harm him, because the forest grew as he did, and it was certain it would die when he did too. 

Sam watched Gabriel in the middle of the lake, arms sweeping in arches, guiding the water along with it, and from inside the spinning water that leapt into the air, catching in the light, Sam could hear Gabriel humming. And as he hummed the wind began to gather around them both, music drifting into it that could only be there through ethereal and magical placement. Gabriel’s voice lifted in the wind, joining in and Sam found himself lost, lost in the way his voice carried throughout the grove and into the air. A gust of wind swept cherry blossoms around and into the water, flying as Gabriel’s hand shot towards the sky, water following it. Sam watched him for hours, never moving, just. Watching.

Sunset fell around them and Gabriel retreated from the lake, lying beside Sam as the sun set behind the trees, the lake now glimmering reds, oranges and yellows as if someone had set fire to the water and the land. Gabriel rolled over, throwing his arm over Sam’s stomach, looking up at him.

 “So, you enjoy the water show again?” Sam nodded, kissing Gabriel’s forehead, a silent as always passing between the two of them. “Just wait until winter, when I can do it with ice.” Gabriel seemed hopeful for it coming, to be able to show Sam all the wonders of the forest when it was under a blanket of snow.

 “Sounds amazing Gabriel.” he whispered, running a hand through Gabriel’s hair, admiring the way the ends curled around his fingers. The stars were beginning to dust the sky and Gabriel looked up at them, waving a hand. Sam watched as the sky curled and morphed, new stars appearing, barely visible. But these new stars combined with the old spelt out the words I love you in the sky. Sam teared up a little as he read it, looking at Gabriel whose golden eyes were tinted with a mossy green, glowing in the darkness.

 “I mean it.” was all that Gabriel said, and Sam surged forward, kissing him, a cloud of butterflies and fireflies exploding out around Gabriel as their lips connected, Sam rolling Gabriel onto his back in the grass.

Sam Winchester was the boy in love with the forest.

Thankfully, the forest loved him back.

[whodoesntlovesabriel]

Just Haven’t Met You Yet

Christmas gift for @tonythegirl because they’re an adorable smolbean who’s also a super fucking talented artist and I just need them to know they’re gr9 Gabriel Novak was the unluckiest man on Earth, and everyone knew it. Not because he was a sarcastic and handsome devil who liked sweets just that bit too much, leaving him with a small chubby stomach. Nope, Gabriel was the most unlucky person because his soulmark, inscribed on the inside of his wrist, said Hello.

 He threw the drink he was holding back, swallowing and scrunching his face from the cinnamon burning of the fireball whiskey.

I’m not surprised,

Not everything lasts.

He ran his thumb over the hello on his wrist and sighed as the barman poured him another drink. A woman slid into the chair beside him, already drunk, chest half out her dress. Gabriel just turned his head as she purred a ‘what you drinkin’?’ into his ear.

 “None of your business.” he mumbled back, and she looked hurt as he glimpsed a Fireball on ice on her wrist. Good thing he didn’t take ice.

I’ve broken my heart so many times I’ve stopped keeping track.

It was true - he had had his heart broken so many times. The amount of people who’d said hello to him, and he’d gotten hopeful, only to find out it was a waste to get all excited. So he stopped getting excited whenever someone said hello. What was the point?

Talk myself in, I talk myself out

I get all worked up just to let myself down.

So many times he’d heard a hello, looking up from whatever he was doing, and spotted someone who he wouldn’t mind being his soulmate. And he couldn’t help but let himself worked up over it because what if this was the one? But it never was.

I tried to very hard not to lose it.

I came up with a million excuses

I thought I thought of every possibility.

With every hello that came and was ultimately unsuccessful human being he tried not to lose his goddamn mind. He’d spend hours staring at himself in the mirror, trying to convince himself that one day the right hello would come, though it didn’t feel like it a lot of the time. He’d look at himself, and think up of so many reasons why he hadn’t seen his soulmate yet. All the usual things, he had a too common mark, maybe his soulmate lived too far away, maybe Gabriel was the one who spoke first What could he say that ended in a hello? He’d spend hours pacing his apartment floor, debating how, when, who. At 25 years of age Gabriel Novak decided he wasn’t just the unluckiest man, but he was the loneliest too.

And I know someday that it'll all turn out

His own personal mantra. He’d know. He knew that one day, one day it had to work out, right? He wouldn’t, couldn’t be alone forever. One day he’d find the person he was looking for. And it might take him a while to find him or her, but i would be so worth it when he did.

You'll make me work so we can work to work it out

And I promise you kid, that I'll give so much more than I get

 “Hello?” a voice said from behind him, and Gabriel spun on his seat, the voice sending a shiver down his spine as he looked up at the giant of a man, with a soft smiling face and glittering gentle eyes. He was handsome, so fucking handsome, handsome enough that he knew that were was no way he was talking to Gabriel. But he humoured him, because… well. He could work for it. He’d work for it if this was his soulmate.

 “Is it me you’re looking for?” he raised an eyebrow as he sipped his drink, and in that moment Pretty Man’s smile faltered, before coming back twice as strong, nearly throwing his drink onto the bar as he grabbed Gabriel by the face and crushed his lips to his in a kiss. “Mmph!” Gabriel squealed before realising that the man was a very, very good kisser, and he let himself kiss back, eyes closing into it. As the man pulled back, Gabriel’s lips parted as he blinked, trying to clear his head from what happened, the man pushed his sleeve up. And there was the shitty joke that Gabriel just made.

I just hadn’t met you yet.

Gabriel dropped his drink as he stood, ignoring the height difference between them as he dragged the man down for another heated kiss, heart swelling in joy.

 “Sam.” he whispered against Gabriel’s lips and it took him a moment to realise this was an introduction.

 “Gabriel.” he murmured back, ignoring the people around them who were cheering around a small TV set as a countdown started.

 “So, hello was your soulmark?” Gabriel nodded with a laugh. God it sounded so fucking shitty but it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter anymore.

 “Listen - kid, I’ll - I know, I… fuck. I promise you kid, I’ll give you so much more than I get, you’re - god, I never expected someone like you -”

 “Gabriel, I don’t even know you, but you’re perfect.” he whispered as the countdown hit ONE and party poppers exploded around them both, hough neither noticed. Honestly? They were both just lost in the others eye.

[whodoesntlovesabriel]

Can You Feel The Love Tonight

Christmas Gift for @casandsip !!! <3

Gabriel loved stargazing. There was just... something about sitting alone at the top of a hill, the cool night air in his face that soothed him, that made him feel /alive.

Gabriel was a man who was often swept up and caught in the rising tide of the world, shunted from one place to another.

 In the calm surrender of the rush of day, Gabriel let himself cool from the heat of the day. He let out a long, slow sigh, letting himself melt backwards into the grass, a small smile on his face.

To him, this was an /enchanted moment, something you'd see in a Disney film, complete with musical montage and a orange-yellow fireflies that flitter around your head. And he liked that. He was restless, and in many aspects, he was a warrior, but in his moment he wasn't. In this moment? He was Gabriel.

His thumb absently rubbed across the tattoo on his wrist, his soulmark, the one that told him one day, he'd find someone. He knew the words better than his own damn /name.

I think they're in your eyes.

What it meant, he wasn't sure. But he knew he hadn't heard it yet.

He stared up at the sky, the dark enveloping him and holding him, bringing him up into the sky to dance among the stars as he stretched a hand above his head, fingers curling into a fist as he tried to grab onto them, but the white slipped away from him.

The names of stars danced through his head as he pointed at each one. Alya. Caph. Draco. Sirius. He didn't know the name of every star, then again, no one does.

One night however, someone else was there, sat beside Gabriel's spot.

Not that he minded; he didn't on this place. He just sat down, pulling his jacket a little tighter around him, before looking up at the sky, that was bizarrely empty.

No stars tonight, despite the lack of grey clouds dappling the stratosphere. He chuckled, ducking his head to stare at his lap. Then he looked up at his mystery companion, a smile on his face.

"Wonder where the stars went tonight."

The stranger's face broke into a smile that lit a /fire in Gabriel's heart, and he felt a pull towards the man and his messy hair, and shiny eyes, a his dimpled smile.

"I think they're in your eyes."

Gabriel stopped, eyes widened as they watered, glittering like they /were full of stars.

"You're -"

"I saw you. Stargazing. And I knew that - with words like these? It had to be you. I just didn't know when. Till tonight."

Gabriel breathed a laugh, holding out a hand.

"So, do you have a name? Or are you just a wide-eyed wanderer?"

"Sam."

"Gabriel."

They both looked up at the sky then, watching a line of silver streak it, then more chase after it, like waves chasing the shoreline. He grinned, and his right hand twitched to Sam's, fingers lacing together and their biceps brushed. Soulmates, sometimes, seemed like a load of bullshit. But to the two star-crossed lovers who were sat side by side on the top of a hill watching a meteor shower, their hearts beating in perfect synergy, it was a far from bullshit as it could be.