SFF: It's Christmas and Sam is sad and missing Gabriel, wishing the Trickster Archangel was alive to enjoy the holiday with him and Dean and Cas, but Gabe is gone, and Sam is depressed and pining. And maybe, maybe he slips out of the bunker on a snowy night to stargaze, and finds Gabe in the middle of making a snow angel, all six of his golden wings on display. And Gabe doesn't know how he's back, but he's there, and he's never leaving his Samshine again!
Sam can’t help sighing a little bit as Dean gives him another look and looks towards the door. Dean wants a few private moments with Cas, and he couldn’t help it if he didn’t want to go stand outside in the damn snow.
“You have twenty minutes,” he told Dean, pushing himself up.
Castiel frowned. “Sam-”
Sam waved him off and grabbed his jacket off a chair and headed for the door, taking a deep breath. It wasn’t Cas’ fault that he missed Gabriel like a limb, especially whenever he saw Dean and Cas together. “It’s fine, Cas, I promise.”
He caught sight of his brother putting an album into the stereo and holding out his hand to Cas. They were going to dance. Another pang hit his heart and he sighed as he closed the door behind him. Maybe he’d give them a half hour.
It was cold outside. And snowing. There was already a few inches on the ground and so far this was looking like several more were going to be left behind. Dean would be bitching in the morning, without a doubt.
He looked up at the stars and couldn’t help smiling a little bit. He couldn’t help thinking of Gabriel at Christmas. He was in every story, images of him were in every story, he couldn’t get away from it. And worse still, he couldn’t get away from those stupid fucking memories of Gabriel when they’d been nothing more than two people having a good night together.
Sam sighed and pushed his fingers through his hair. If it hadn’t been for that night, he could have forgotten entirely about Gabriel and let him rest wherever the hell angels went when they died. But no, of course not. Of course Gabriel had had to be the best kind of rough with him, had been strong enough to toss him around and had kissed him like he fucking mattered.
Sam stared at the stars and repeated his usual mantra to himself. “It didn’t matter. You didn’t matter. It was just one more way to distract us.” He took a deep breath and glanced at his watch. Had barely been six minutes. Dammit.
“You know, you did matter. Even if I didn’t want you to.”
Sam slammed his eyes shut and took a hard breath. It wasn’t Gabriel. It never was. No matter how often he heard the voice, it never was him. He’d heard it too damn often, especially after Lucifer had... He shook his head.
“What? You can’t even look at me?”
Sam spun around, ready to snarl at the vision that wasn’t going to be there and froze at the sight of Gabriel in the snowbank, large golden wings spread out behind him. His mouth went dry and he slammed his eyes shut, shaking his head and turning away. “Fuck, now I’m going insane. You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nah, you’re not insane. Well, not insane as someone who regularly hunts monsters in the night can be,” Gabriel drawled, flexing his wings to leave an imprint in the snow.
Sam opened his eyes and glared at Gabriel. He was still there, still sitting in the snow like he had been there for hours. “Why the hell are you here?”
Gabriel shrugged and sat up. “No idea. Why? Do you want me gone?”
“No,” Sam blurted, his eyes going wide as he stepped closer. “I don’t, there’s no way that you can be real. I must be hallucinating.”
Gabriel raised his eyebrows. “Do you hallucinate me often?”
Sam scowled at Gabriel. “Fuck off.”
Gabriel hummed and settled back into the snowbank. “Well well well, would you look at that.”
Sam turned back towards the bunker. It was just his imagination, and he needed to focus on something else, and then maybe have Cas check him for a concussion or something worse.
“Sam,” Gabriel called. “You did mean something. You did. A great deal, even.”
His breath felt stuck in his chest and Sam shook his head again. This couldn’t be Gabriel. Gabriel wouldn’t have given a shit about that night. “Liar,” Sam managed to choke out.
Gabriel pushed himself up and off the snowbank, his wings disappearing as he strode towards Sam “You call me a liar?” he asked, his voice reverberating with power. “You dare...”
“Oh I dare,” Sam snapped, spinning back around to glare at Gabriel. The snow started to whip up around him and he took a step back, scowling at Gabriel. “Stop it!”
“Oh no,” Gabriel said, laughing. “You think I’m not real.”
“I know you’re not real,” Sam snapped back. “I know Lucifer killed you, I know that he hated doing it.”
Gabriel’s smile fell and he stared at Sam. “And how do you know that, Sam?”
Sam shuddered and took another step back. “The cage. I went in with him. He, well. He got to have fun with me for a very, very long time.”
“I’m sorry,” Gabriel said. “I never wanted that for you.”
Sam blinked at the apology and watched Gabriel walk closer. “You’re really here, aren’t you?”
Gabriel tilted his head and looked at Sam. “You really did miss me, didn’t you?”
Sam shrugged a little bit. “Maybe.”
“Maybe,” Gabriel scoffed, unable to keep from smiling. “Well, is maybe enough to invite me into your humble abode for a drink?”
“Yeah,” Sam said with a nod, looking at the snowbank and the imprint of the wings.
“Don’t worry,” Gabriel said with a drawl, holding out his hand. “If you’re good, I’ll pull them out for you again soon.”
Sam hesitated, but reached out and took Gabriel’s hand. It was warm and real. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and opened the door to the bunker. “Cas’ll be glad to see you.”
Gabriel snickered. “Depends on your definition of glad.”
Sam couldn’t help grinning as he held onto Gabriel’s hand, nice and tight. He wasn’t going to let go this time.
~!~!~ Send me your fluffiest asks for Sabriel Fluff Friday!! ~!~!~