For a prompt what about Sam gets hurt on a hunt (not majorly) and Gabe gets so worried and upset he spends the whole night cuddling him and making him feel better. All fluffy :3
Sam really didn't know how he had managed to get in position.
It had started off as a simple salt and burn and had somehow turned into a whole coven of vampires. He had been so wrong when he thought he could handle this by himself.
The vampires had managed to un-arm him and chain him to a wall and gag him, but they hadn't turned him yet. That was half good. Unfortunately it meant they were probably going to drink him dry.
Sam was jolted out of his musings by the sound footsteps coming down the stairs to the basement he was currently trapped in.
Sam kept his head down as the footsteps came closer, until he saw dirty brown shoes.
"Well well, what do we have here! Little Sammy Winchester! My second in command said that they caught you, but I just had to see it for myself!" The vampire, which Sam assumed was the leader of this coven, said with glee in his voice.
Sam looked up at the vampires face, taking in his normal looking appearance, dark brown hair, blue eyes.
The lead vampire turned to the vampire behind him, probably the second in command, and nodded.
"Oh am I going to have fun with this!" The lead vampire said with a grin, and that was all the warning Sam got before the vampire leapt forward and sunk his fangs into Sam's neck.
Sam let out a yelp from behind the gag, mostly from the surprise.
Sam started to kick out, trying to get out of the vampires hold, managing to dislodge the vampire from his neck.
The vampire scowled at Sam before turning to his second in command.
"Well this just won't do will it? Too much fight in him! Care to join me Charles?" The lead vampire asked Charles in a overly cheerful voice.
Charles let out a fang filled grin. "With pleasure!"
Sam's eyes widened as Charles sauntered towards them. The lead vampire had grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled his head back, his fangs once again buried in his neck.
Sam knew he was dead the second Charles sunk his fangs into the other side of his neck. He was already getting dizzy from the blood loss, his eyelids drooping.
Sam was a little too out of it to notice what happened next. One second the too vampires were drinking greedily from his neck, and the next their heads were rolling on the floor.
Sam looked up, confused, his vision hazy. Relief filled his mind when his vision settled on a familiar blob of gold, even a bit blurry he recognize that hair anywhere.
"G'briel?" Was all he was able to get out before he passed out.
When Sam woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't chained to a wall anymore, the second was the giant wall of golden feathers in front of him and the familiar body pressed against his back.
"Gabriel?" Sam asked, noting the lack of vampire bites on his neck, Gabriel had obviously healed him.
"Yea Sammy?" Gabriel replied.
"Does Dean know where I am?" Sam said, trying to get up, but Gabriel put an arm around his waist, preventing him from doing so.
"Yes he does, and you're not going anywhere." Gabriel said, his hand fisting in Sam's shirt.
Sam sighed. "Gabriel I'm fine now....." Gabriel didn't say anything, just buried his face in Sam's shoulder.
Sam let out another sigh. He almost died, he guessed it wouldn't hurt to lay in bed for a bit.
"Don't you ever do that again Sam." Gabriel said seriously.
Sam closed his eyes as drowsiness started to take over.