(Season 13, episode 22-23 spoilers)
Gabriel didnât expect that response, heck, he didnât expect any response. âWhat?â He turned around slowly to face Sam, face twisted in confusion. âSay that again.â
Samâs own face was twisted, but with an emotion Gabriel didnât dare to decipher. âStay. Please.â He swallowed and walked up the remaining stairs between them, blocking out some of the light from Gabrielâs eyes. He looked... nervous. âI- you donât have any money or any supplies.â
âI can hustle better than you and Iâll steal if I have to.â
âWhat if it rains and you catch a cold? You wonât know what to do.â
Gabriel cocked his head, âwhy do you care? Itâs almost as if you give a shit about me and my well-being.â It was a joke, or at least it was supposed to be one, had it landed.
The betrayal in Samâs eyes made his stomach bottom out. âYou know I do. I...â he trailed off, hand rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward attempt to gather up the courage to say what he desperately wanted.
The party down below got Gabrielâs attention, a sad reminder at how many people were around. âThereâs so many people here. Theyâll need rooms. I donât want to take anyoneâs bed.â
Their eyes snapped to one another, two magnets sliding into place. âWhat?â
âMy roomâs big enough for the both of us and-â Sam didnât have a chance to finish his sentence, what with Gabriel dragging him down the stairs and into his bedroom by the hand. They passed Castiel and Mary, Sam giving them a wave and what he hoped was a reassuring look to their confused faces.
Closing the door behind them, Gabriel spread his arms. âWhat the hell, man?â
âWhat? You dragged me here!â
Gabriel huffed. âYou just casually offer to share your room with me? Why?â
Sam fidgeted with his hands, unsure. âWhy not?â
When the porcelain doll became popular in 1850âs in Germany, they were well known for the glazed over expression on each individually hand painted face. It was how they differentiated from the poorly made knock offs of their time. Gabrielâs current expression have them a run for their money. âAre you high? Why not? Why not?! Because I made your life living hell! Because weâre not exactly friends! Because you hate me-â
âI donât hate you. Gabe,â Sam grasped Gabrielâs hands tightly, lifting them up to his chin as they stood closely together. âI told you, I- I need you.â
Gabriel scoffed. âMissionâs over and my grace is barely there. Not much use to you now.â
âYou moron,â he replied softly. âThatâs not why I need you.â
Rolling his eyes, he brought Gabeâs hands closer to his face, closing his eyes and kissing the knuckles on each hand gently.
Understanding hit Gabriel like a freight train. âOh. Oh!â He tugged his hands free of Samâs gently, a hand cupping the otherâs face. âYou... you need me.â Sam opened his eyes, watery with bushes tears and unsaid words, and Gabriel took it as a sign of good things to come when the giant leaned down and their lips touched.
It wasnât fireworks, just a chaste kiss between two souls finding their way back home.
Parting, Gabriel hummed. âNow I finally know what that feels like. Only took twelve years or so.â
âTwelve- oh. Hmm. Itâs been about eight for me.â Sam leaned down to whisper into Gabeâs ear, âyou looked really hot in those doctorâs scrubs,â before nibbling on the lobe.
Gabrielâs hands shot up to grip onto strong shoulders and moan out, âso were you. Fuck, I think I have a doctor kink.â
And Gabriel was ready to argue, he was so poised for it, but he was swept up in another kiss, this one all heat and exploding nerve endings and fingernails leaving little half moon imprints as they grappled for each other. This was the firey passion he had dreamed of, the feeling he had hoped theyâd one day have.
When they fell into the bed, Sam stripping off his sweatshirt, Gabriel held a hand to his chest to keep Sam from coming too close. âUh, pump the breaks. Iâm... Iâm not ready to have sex tonight. Not that I donât want to!â He hurried to add. âJust... Iâm tired and sore and I donât want to half ass anything in that department.â
Sam smiled. âMy shirtâs dirty and these sheets are fairly clean still. And Iâm not ready for sex either. We can just make out and go to sleep early.â
Gabriel stroked Samâs face, the taller man closing his eyes in comfort. Heâs just as touch starved as I am, he thought, a small smile filling his face in light. âOkay. Iâll stay. Iâll need some sleep clothes though. I donât have pajama bottoms.â
Sam leaned down to kiss him once more before getting up to change in the sal en suite bathroom, after getting a change of clothes for his new roommate. âWhich side of the bed do you want?â
Gabriel shook his head unsure. âDepends on one thing.â
Gabrielâs smile was downright filthy as he adjusted the drawstring on his borrowed pants. âAre you the big spoon or the little spoon?â
âYou wish you were the big spoon.â
Gabriel laughed, all to happy to not say anything else as he hunkered down in bed.
Outside their door, Dean and Cas were left to organize the rooms as Jack and Mary helped keep the line for the showers in order. Outside the bunker doors, the rain pelted the pavement with the promise of a small flood if it had any say in the matter. But in the bed, under the covers, they were safe, warm, and... needed.