Alright, everyone was begging for the next chapter so here you go! I made this one long so I hope you don't mind. ALSO! I didn't edit it. I can only work on this past midnight due to my schedule and I'm too tired to go over it so if there are errors, oh well. Enjoy!

He was in the cage. Sam could feel invisible flames licking his skin. It burned and seared him. He swore he could smell his own flesh melting from his bones. He screamed and fell to his knees, curling up to protect himself. His eyes darted around, searching through the dark abyss and finding no sign of his tormentor. Despite his pain he felt relief.

"Don't think you're safe, Sammy," someone whispered in his ear. He whipped around.

Michael.

He stood above him, seeming impossibly larger, taller, and angrier. His face was twisted in an insidious snarl.

"I feel like you're forgetting me, Sam, and I won't allow that. You don't get to forget. I'll make sure you never forget. Even if I have to carve in into your skin," he smiled. As he said this, Sam felt a sharp pain in his arm. He watched in horror as something invisible carve through his flesh. First an M, then and I… He couldn't seem to stop it. He was frozen.

*L*

Lucifer was free for the moment. Gabriel seemed preoccupied with something, leaving him to visit his favorite little hunter. It didn't take long for him to sense and pinpoint the younger Winchester's location. He wasn't sure he expected when he appeared on the side of the highway, but it wasn't that.

Sam was curled up on the side of the highway, screaming in pain. In his hand was a sharp knife, the point of which was dragging deeply into his arm. The cuts distinctly formed:

"M.I.C.H.A…"

"Michael," Lucifer murmured to himself. Sam was severely hallucinating. He had known that they were bad, but he'd honestly never expected to see him like this.

He was the devil, the model of pure evil, even Lucifer had managed to convince himself of that. Yet, in that shocking moment, it all melted away and he suddenly felt like the angel he had once been. Concern ran cold in his veins and before he could process what was happening, he was by his side. He tore the blade from Sam's grasp and threw it to the side. He held the hunter's face between his hands and tried to catch his frantic gaze.

"Sammy, it's not real, Sammy," he said in a low, surprisingly soft voice. "Michael isn't here, he can't hurt you. Hey, Sam, come on look at me. I'm real, okay? Look at me," he lightly tapped Sam's cheek. He felt relieved when Sam's eyes met his and he knew that Sam was actually seeing him. Before he could say another word, the young hunter was clinging to him, his bload soaking through Lucifer's flannel. The devil didn't move, frozen by Sam's reaction.

No one had hugged him in nearly three-hundred thousand years. Granted, he and Sam had had… encounters, those had been different. There had been no kindness, just lust and desperation and even cruelty. Sam was trying to hold back his tears and so his sobs came out choked and spluttered. Not knowing what else to do, he simply held him. After all, no one was there to see this moment of weakness on both their parts and so he gave in.

*Meanwhile*

"I'm on a highway to hell!" Both men sang, rocking out in the Impala. Dean stole an occasional glance of the angel, smiling widely at the sight of the usually reserved angel enjoying himself. As always, Cas's smile warmed him and for moment he forgot. He forgot about the Leviathin, Sam's messed up head, and even his own demons. This relief was short lived as Castiel grew pale and his smile vanished.

"Dean…" He trailed off in that gravelly voice. Dean followed his gaze to see two figured huddled on the road. He squinted into the darkness and noticed on had long, shaggy, brown hair.

"Sammy," he breathed. Without any other warning lurched the car sideways onto the side of the road. The headlights of the Impala illuminated Sam and…

Lucifer.

It was then that he noticed the blood. He couldn't see where it was coming from, but it didn't matter. Alarm rang through his body and a rush of adrenaline sent him into a frenzy. He grabbed the shotgun from the backseat of the car and bolted outside, already aiming at the devil.

"Get the fuck away from him!" He roared.

Lucifer eyed him wearily. He pushed Sam away and held out his arms. "Go ahead Dean, if it would make you feel better, get it out," he smiled humorlessly. Dean thought about it for a minute before his eyes flickered to his brother. That's when he saw where the blood was coming from. Sam was bleeding all over the pavement.

"Get out of my way," he snarled at the devil, dropping to his knees at his brother's side.

"As you wish. Hey! Castiel! Last time I saw you I made you into ground beef! Gabe told me you became God. Sounds like you've been busier than me," he winked. Castiel couldn't even look angry, instead he looked down at his feet.

"One more word and I swear to God I'll blow you're damn head off," Dean warned venomously before turning back to Sam. "He Sammy, what happened, what did he do to you?" He murmured.

"Nothing," he answered shakily, "he… He stopped me," Dean followed his gaze down to his injured arm and saw that these weren't just cuts, they were letters messily carved into his skin.

"Michael?"

"I… It felt so real. I didn't realize I was doing it to myself,"

"You did this to yourself?"

"He stopped me," Sam nodded at Lucfer, who now had a stony expression on his face and his arms crossed against his chest.

"You guys are supposed to be helping me," he muttered. "Not the other way around. See you soon Sammy," and then he was gone, leaving the three alone.

"Let me," Cas stepped forward, reaching for Sam. The younger Winchester flinched away from the contact, cradling his arm protectively. The bleeding had slowed and Dean could tell that he would be fine, just have some nasty scars.

"Leave him," Dean shook his head. He could tell that his brother was not ready to be comforted or healed. Despite his calm breathing and lack of tears he still looked utterly terrified of everything. That was it. He couldn't sit and watch the one person he'd always fought so hard to protect deteriorate before his eyes. He was desperate. There was one person he knew could help and he didn't give a shit if he had to hunt him down and bind him. It was time he and Cas paid Death a little visit.

*L*

Lucifer stood atop a skyscraper somewhere in New York. Despite the cool air, he felt nothing. No warmth, no chill, he just was. He felt numb.

He gritted his teeth at the thought of what had happened. It was as if seeing Sam in that state, seeing that blood, had been the chisel against his stoned heart. He had felt concern, worry, and panic. It scared him to feel anything but hate.

He sat down and allowed his feet to dangle over the edge. He watched the streaks of light below. The cars filled the air with the sounds of road rage and impatience and the smell of exhaust. Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle dryly.

They all were oblivious. Their biggest concerns were how much they hated their jobs and making sure their kids homework gets done before bed. If only they knew the devil sat above them, watching with amused eyes.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he moved his gaze to the moon. All he could think about was that stupid human. He was just as much a rat as the rest of them, yet he felt drawn to him. He felt warm…

"There you are," a voice broke his deep thought.

"Gabe" he acknowledged without turning.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

Gabriel plopped down beside him.

"I mean Sam. I went looking for you and… well you know what I found don't you?"

"I didn't do it," he growled.

"I know that. You couldn't hurt him even if you wanted to," he reminded him. "What I want to know is why you two were all over each other on the side of the highway," his tone suggested agitation. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"Does everyone jump to conclusions? We weren't cuddling you moron," he said each word with utter distaste. "I was helping him,"

"Right," the archangel snorted.

"I don't care what you belief, brother. You know if you care about Sam so damn much why don't you fix him?"

"I can't,"

"You can pull me from the cage no problem but you can't fix his fucking head?" He hadn't realized that he had begun to yell and he knew that Gabe could hear the truth behind his tone. He wasn't angry, he was desperate.

"I don't know if it's possible for anyone to fix him," he admitted. "If you are so passionate about him, why don't you talk to Death?"

"Why don't you?"

For the first time that night, Gabriel smirked. "He and I aren't on speaking terms."

"He gave the boys the ring to entrap me. Do you think I'll have any more luck?" He pointed out. Gabriel shrugged.

"So…" he finally sighed. "If you weren't snuggling up to Sammy, then what happened? You don't normally just to someone's aid unless it's to help them up and then kick them down again,"

Once again, Lucifer felt some sort of warmth in his chest, like the sun thawing away the spring frost. He couldn't explain the feeling, he couldn't remember ever having felt it. Instead of answering, he simply stood and put some distance between himself and his brother.

"Could it be that you might actually have feelings? That this isn't a game anymore?" Gabe suggested light-heartedly. Lucifer snarled.

"Of course not,"

"You aren't a demon, you know. You may belong to the dark-side of the force but you are still an angel,"

"I have no wings, my grace is about as pure as your behavior, and I live in a pit of fire. Angel or not I'm nothing like you."

"You chose this," Gabriel reminded him, finally standing and facing him. Lucifer felt fury begin to course through his veins.

"I chose this?" He suddenly screamed. "Our father did this to me! He ripped me from heaven! He tore off my wings! He banished me to eternal pain and torture! All the while my 'brothers' stood by and watched Michael carry out the punishment. Not one of you so much as blinked in acknowledgement. And what was my crime? I dared to ask questions! I dared to ask why precious daddy," he spat, "got to sit on the throne and decide how our lives were to be run. We weren't even his children in his eyes. We were just soldiers to utilize however he pleased. I could see deep down how miserable everyone was, even those who dared not to even think for themselves.

"So I asked questions. I challenged his authority. I asked why these mortals were more important to him than his own children. When he had no answer, he punished me.

"I didn't choose this Gabriel. He, you, everyone, created me!" Every word was like a slap to Gabriel's face.

Gabriel felt guilty. Everything was true. To many, Castiel had become a hero for doing the exact same thing Lucifer had done. Lucifer had been put in Hell for it. It wasn't exactly fair, but Gabriel also felt something else. He smoother his features over and appeared perfectly calm.

"So this was the answer then?" He raised a brow. "You thought that the best way to stick it to the man was to become evil and torture mortals?"

"You don't know what I went through. I made the best with that I was given. I spent thousands of years trying to resist my hatred, but I'm not perfect."

"No, but you still had a choice. You eventually learned how to escape Hell, and instead of doing something worthwhile you went out and spread your terror. It's no secret that father hasn't exactly been there, you could have come home. Instead you went right back down to Hell, dragging souls with you."

When Lucifer didn't answer, Gabriel sighed.

"I can't change what you did, neither can you, but you can change what you will do. I released you because I love you and you have more potential than Michael. He is farther gone than you are. Besides," he added with a smirk, "you're more fun,"

"Just a bit ago you were threatening to throw me back if I so much as blinked an eye at Sam and now you want to reform me?" Sarcasm flowed thickly from his tongue. Gabe was unfazed.

"Yes, Sammy, what to do about that," he tapped his index finger against his lips.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I won't lie. To me, Sam is six feet of pure sexy and as absolutely shocking as it might sound, I care about him. I threatened you because I thought you were just screwing around, trying to play with him. Now that I know that isn't the case…"

"I don't care about him," he denied with very little conviction. Gabriel gave a crooked, skeptical smile.

"Right. You've always been a bit of an ass, but you were never a good liar, especially when it came to me,"

"I don't li-"

"Deny it all you want but I know it's true. You're… Well you're you! You don't waste your time with anyone, especially humans, unless it benefits you. I fail to see how stopping Sam from getting some nasty scars benefits you in any way. You know, it's okay to feel. It won't kill you,"

"Even if I did, if wouldn't matter. You've staked your claim."

"I can't choose who Sammy wants. I will protect him but I can't choose," he admitted, almost sounding defeated.

"I don't want to have this conversation," he shook his head. Gabe meant to add more but his brother disappeared. While Lucifer couldn't really run from him, he decided to give him some space for now. Besides, he had intended to visit Sam. He hadn't allowed anyone to get near him when he'd initially shown up. Hopefully he would be a bit calmer this time.

He zapped himself into the shitty little motel where he found Sam sitting at a table, carefully cleaning his self-made wounds. His face was fixed in a wince as he poured a shots worth of vodka on the injury and then another into his mouth. As he set down the bottle his eyes fell on Gabe and the angel swore his heart skipped a beat. He looked embarrassed and God damn, it was a adorable

"Hey Moose, where's your brother?" He asked, eyes scanning the room and noticing the eldest Winchester was nowhere to be seen.

"He's with Cas, trying to find Death," was his response.

"Death? What do they want with him?" He wrinkled his nose, plopping down in the chair next to Sam. He suspected the answer but he hoped small talk would make Sam comfortable enough for his next move. "Here," he held out his hand, gesturing towards his arm. After a moment of hesitation he held out his arm. Gabe was glad to see he had calmed down.

He took Sam's hand, trying to ignore the way his heart sped at the feel of the hunter's warm skin, and pressed his fingers into his palm. Suddenly the letters were gone. However, he was not left unscathed. Gabriel had left a vibrant pink scar on his arm.

"Why?" Sam thumbed over the raised flesh.

"Battle scars are sexy," he winked. Sam snorted.

"I wouldn't call it a battle scar,"

"You survived hell, with my brothers, that's a war large enough to deserve a scar,"

Gabe felt satisfied with the amount of blood that filled Sam's face. A smirked threatened his lips at that.

"Er…Thanks,"

Both men sat like that for a while, just staring at each other. Neither realized that Gabe was still holding Sam's hand until the hunter cleared his throat. The angel reluctantly released him and tried to sound casual.

"So… Death?" He reminded him.

"Oh, yeah, Dean is going to try to convince him to put another wall in my head. I don't know, I don't think it'll help. They're better off sticking me into a mental ward," he joked, yet there was a serious sadness in his tone.

"That didn't end so well last time," Gabe smiled, teasingly. When Sam's brow furrowed in confusion he added, "You and Dean took on a case in a mental ward. Went pretty bad."

"We solved the case and saved their lives," he pointed out.

"Didn't they dope you up with drugs?" Gabe had watched the whole thing from Heaven back when he had been the Trickster, back when torturing Sam hadn't seemed like such a terrible idea.

"Uh yeah, I guess they did," he chuckled, obviously trying to remember. "Wow, that was a while ago,"

"Your hair was shorter,"

"Yeah, I miss that sometimes. I need to get a haircut…" he mused more to himself than to the angel in front of him.

"Don't you dare! If you do I'll just make it grow back," he warned. Despite his smile the threat was real.

"You can do that?"

"I made every day Tuesday for like three months, you don't think I could make your hair grow back?" He raised a brow.

"Why would you?"

"I like your hair," he admitted. Again, Sam's face flushed red and he gave a smile that held more than friendliness. Gabe wanted to grab him right there, to touch that soft hair and kiss those lips.

"Hey… So, what's up with Lucifer?" Sam asked, trying to change the subject. The angel felt his own smile falter. He didn't up though. He wouldn't give up his hunter without a fight.

"What about him?" He grabbed the vodka and took a swig. He knew he wouldn't get drunk, that was a difficult feat, but he liked the way it warmed his stomach and burned his throat.

"He's been acting strange, I guess. I'm used to him being… Well and asshole. Now he seems almost, human? I mean, my hallucinations are scarier than him," he shrugged.

"Dr. Phil, I'm telling you, that man is a genius. Fixed him right up," He winked. Sam smiled but still waited for the real answer. "Look, Moose, you gotta understand that he isn't evil. He kinda went off the deep end when God commanded Michael to kick him out of the clouds and into Hell."

"So, what? He's still good?"

"I didn't say that, but he isn't evil. He's on the mend, I think. It might help that God is MIA, Michael is burning in Hell all alone, and I've been forcing him to interact with humans. So maybe he will go back to how he was. Might take a few hundred, maybe thousand, years."

Gabe watched a glimmer of disappointment in Sam's eyes.

"It's too bad," he shrugged, taking another large gulp of vodka.

"What is?"

"That it will take so long, it'd be nice to not have to be afraid of him. Especially since he's always around," again the alcohol met his lips. Gabe noticed him wince from the burn.

"Slow down there tiger, you're gonna get drunk and I'll have to take advantage of you," he teased.

"Right," he snorted.

"You trust me too much, hunter. You really shouldn't,"

"You're as harmless as a kitten," Sam laughed, his words slowed by the vodka in his system.

"Have you seen the claws on those things?" He didn't bother to point out that in the past he had proven himself far from harmless. Sam laughed again, a laugh filled with drunk induced happiness. When he finally calmed down he simply stared at Gabe, his eyes tracing every line of the angel's face. Slowly but surely it became more obvious how drunk he really was. His eyes were glazing over and his lips were fixed in a lazy smile. It only got worse as he swallowed a few more mouthfuls of vodka.

"How much have you had?" Gabe wondered.

"Couple of beers, some of this," he wiggle the clear bottle in the air, a little over half already gone.

"Shit Sam," he huffed.

"What? People get drunk all the time, I'm allowed. I've had a stressful week… year… life," he sighed. The shorter man rolled his eyes. He'd seen the Winchester brothers drunk. They both tended to be rowdy, out-spoken, and at times, downright crazy.

"I'm not going to heal your hangover in the morning," he warned.

"Are you implying that you'll be here tomorrow morning?" He raised an almost suggestive brow. For once, it was the angel's turn to blush bright red. He wasn't usually the one caught off guard, especially by reserved little Sam. Of course, he knew it was the drink talking, but nonetheless he felt a tug in his stomach.

"Is Gabriel speechless? That's new," the way he said his name didn't help. He tried to remind himself that taking advantage of a drunk, half-crazy human wasn't exactly an angelic thing to do. In fact, it was down-right wrong. Yes, the way Sam was looking at him, well, it wasn't fair.

"Maybe I should go," he coughed. Sam frowned, his eyes widening into large brown orbs. Puppy eyes.

"You're going to leave me to drink alone?"

"Well, I certainly can't drink with you,"

"Why not?"

"It'd be a waste. I can't get drunk very easily. Alcohol does very little to me," he shrugged.

"I've seen Cas drunk…"

"He wasn't lying when he said he drank a liquor store,"

"Then just stay with me," he demanded.

"Jeez Sam, you sound like a small child when you are drunk,"

"Thanks," he rolled his eyes. He started to take another drink. Gabe smirked and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Sam was spluttering and spitting out his mouthful.

"What the?" His brow furrowed, eying the bottle as if it had betrayed him. His eyes flickered to Gabe who was trying very hard not to laugh. "Did you turn this into water?"

He couldn't hold it back any longer. He burst out into a fit of laughter tears threatening to sting his eyes. "You've had enough anyway," he finally said once his episode had subsided.

"Well, now I'll be bored. Now you have to stay,"

"I suppose I could hang around, make sure you don't hurt yourself," in reality, though, he just didn't want to leave. He was content with just looking at him.

Sam obviously hadn't taken the time to brush his hair, as it was messy, disheveled, and cute. He had changed his bloodied white T-shirt to a light blue one that complimented his torso in all the right ways. He hadn't shaved much either so there was a decent amount of stubble shadowing his cheeks and chin. Overall: Perfect.

The hunter offered a satisfied smile and held out the bottle.

"Its water remember?" He snorted.

"You can change it back. Hell, you could refill it if you wanted,"

Gabriel couldn't argue. It was true. He took the bottle and, ignoring the burn, started to chug. As an angel, it really did take a lot to even give him a buzz. Even after half a bottle all he really felt was the raw burning in his throat which quickly went away. Sam was right though, he could refill it, except this time he filled it with spiced rum, something he'd at least enjoy drinking.

An hour and four bottles later, one having been tequila, Gabriel was starting to feel that change. He felt warm, hazy, and comfortable.

"Dude you're hammered!" Sam laughed loudly, clapping his hands. Gabe couldn't stop his own laughter from joining Sam's. He wasn't exactly hammered but he was tipsy enough that he didn't doubt that his mouth would start running soon.

"You aren't doing so well yourself," he pointed out with a smile before taking four large gulps of a newly refilled fifth bottle.

"I'm doing better than well, I feel fantastic. Guess what? No Halucifer!"

"Halucifer?"

"It's what I call my hallucination. It's too confusing having them both around all the time."

He was creative, Gabe would give him that.

"So he goes away when you get drunk?"

Sam nodded. Gabriel wondered if he should ask how often he did this and point out how unhealthy it was. However, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Sam looked too… Sane.

Another hour and three bottles later…

"Truth?" Gabe shrugged, still not quite grasping the point of this silly game. Sam on the other hand appeared to be in hysterics.

"Alright, alright. Uh… Okay! Have you ever actually had sex? Like, with soeone other than one of your porn girl creations?"

Gabriel blushed slightly at the mention of his intimate life, the real one.

"Yes, a few times,"

"How many times?"

Instead of answering with his voice he held up four fingers.

"With who?"

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but don't you only get one question?"

Sam frowned with frustration. "Fine, your turn."

"Alright, truth or dare?"

"Truth,"

"How many partners have you had?"

This time is was Sam's turn to get sheepish. He looked incredibly embarrassed.

"Uh, I don't know," he admitted.

"Estimate?"

"Probably somewhere near twenty?"

Gabe raised a brow at that.

"Twenty?"

"Well whenever Dean was gone, like when he went to Hell, I found my way of coping," he shrugged. "Moving on! Next question. So who have you been with?"

"I didn't say truth,"

"So you choose dare?" a mischievous grin crossed his face.

"Sure," after all, Sam was drunk, what was the worst he could do?

"Call Dean and make the loudest, most realistic sex noises you can,"

Gabe, with a completely serious face, grabbed Sam's phone which had been sitting on the table between them, and speed-dialed the eldest Winchester. Sam tried to stifle his amused giggles as he heard Dean pick up only a few seconds later.

"Yeah? Sammy?"

Gabe began to breathe heavily.

"Sam? You okay?"

The moaning started off soft, barely audible, but Sam could hear nonetheless. Then, slowly, they got progressively louder. Gabe closed his eyes so he could keep himself from laughing as Sam's of desperately silent laughter. His hands were clasped tightly against his mouth and his entire body was shaking.

With Sam no longer visible to distract him, Gabe decided to put on a real show. He got louder, more desperate. With each sound his face portrayed more and more pleasure.

Sam watched and found that his laughter had faded away. He couldn't take his eyes off of Gabe's face. His every moan, whine, and grunt sounded so real. Even his raspy breaths had Sam shivering.

"Who the fuck… Sammy are you drunk?" Dean demanded. That apparently broke Gabe's concentration because he quickly hung up before bursting into laughter.

"Holy hell, he thinks it was you! How awkward would it be if that turned him on?" He shook with laughter. Sam managed a chuckle but he still felt…

"Sammy?" Gabe suddenly sounded a bit serious. "Your face is flushed."

He could feel himself blush harder at that. Gabe watched and wondered whether it was the phone call or the alcohol that made him turn so red. When his eyes met Sam's he found his answer.

"Truth or Dare," he managed to say with enough smoothness not to be noticed.

"Truth," Sam said softly.

Gabe thought for a moment. He had a question in mind, but dare he ask? The intoxicated haze in his mind said yes.

"Who do you like more, myself of Lucifer?"

Sam practically choked on the beer he had just tried to swallow.

"What?"

"Who do you like more?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?"

"Well, I… I mean… He's Lucifer…" He mumbled nervously.

"That doesn't answer the question, Sammy," Gabe pointed out, realizing how uncomfortable he had made him but realizing it was too late to take it back now.

"What do you mean by 'like'?" He asked again. Maybe it was the alcohol that loosened his jaw enough to say what he said next, he would certainly blame the vodka later.

"What I mean is who would you rather fuck?"

Sam's jaw dropped and his faze went bright red. He let out a small sound that almost sounded like a choke. Gabriel looked composed and amused but in reality he was anxious.

"Tick tock Sammy,"

"I'm not going to answer that,"

"But then you are breaking the rules. It's a simple question,"

No it wasn't.

"I don't care who you choose."

Yes he did.

"You're… Well you're you! You're an archangel. He's Lucifer, the devil, you can't expect me to…"

"I know who and what we are. I'm not asking your religion or who you should like, or the logical choice. I'm asking, very simply, who you like more."

"I can't answer," he sighed.

"You can't break the rules,"

"Gabe, that's my answer. It's not that I won't answer, I can't answer. I don't have one,"

"But you do like both of us don't you?" Gabriel's voice dropped.

"Yeah," he bowed his head with embarrassment.

"Well, why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you like us? Rather, what do you like about us? That way I know what to do to make you like me more," he smirked. Sam didn't relax.

"You're funny," he began sheepishly. "And kind, and despite your whole 'I don't give a shit' attitude, you are caring. You are… Well attractive,"

Gabe tried not to blush but failed.

"You're exciting and unpredictable and…"

"Alright," Gabe laughed, almost embarrassedly. "I know I'm amazing. Why do you like Lucy?"

"Yeah… He suddenly got much quitter. "He's different."

"Sammy that isn't exactly…"

"Descriptive I know. I don't know what to say. He is… Changing. He showed me kindness and that's new for him. He is showing that he has this inner goodness. He's very intelligent, and dangerous, but inside he's like a puppy, and he only shows that side once in a while and to very few people. You know when he does that you're special.

"It doesn't hurt that he is attractive. I don't know it it's just a weird sort of crush or if I really like him. I can't even tell if what I feel is real or if it's just left over insanity from what we did in the cage," Sam explained, then his eyes widened. Before he could amend what he said, Gabe cut in.

"What do you mean 'what we did in the cage'?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Nothing," he said too quickly.

"Sam…"

"It doesn't matter, he's different now so…"

"Sam! What did he do!" Gabe yelled.

"He… We.. At first I fought it but… There was always so much pain. I didn't want to feel any more pain," he trailed off, his voice cracking slightly. He quickly chugged down the rest of his beer and grabbed the barely touched bottle of liquor in front of Gabe. The angel made no move to stop him.

"What are you saying? That you two.. He, you know, raped you? And then you decided to bang him? You two have had sex?" He demanded.

Sam's silence and extra consumption of alcohol was the only confirmation he needed. Sam waited for Gabriel to scream. He didn't. Instead, his tone became incredibly soft and full of pity.

"So your pleasure only existed because of pain. He took advantage of you," he sighed. Sam gazed at the angel with confusion.

"You aren't angry?"

"I'm furious. But I'm also sad for you. I didn't know you went through that in the cage. How many times did he… Before you consented?"

"I don't know, a few dozen, maybe more. I didn't exactly count." He admitteded.

"Oh jeez, Sammy," he shook his head. Suddenly there was a flutter like wings, and he was gone. Sam thought he had simply left, but then he was standing behind him. He knew he was there by the whisper of his breathing. Before Sam could turn to face him, he felt a warm breath on his neck. Hands gently smoothed his long brown hair aside.

Hands were replaced by something warm, soft, it was his lips. Sam's lips parted and his breath came out in smooth, heavy gasps.

"Gabe, what are you doing?" He murmured.

"Something my brother never could. I'm going to make you feel good without any pain, show you what you were missing," he muttered, lips brushing along Sam's throat, sucking ever so gently.

"Bu- Why?"

"I like you Sam, always have. I've been waiting for a long time and now I have my chance. Just relax," he came around to face the young Winchester and found his eyes bright and burning and his cheeks filled with an aroused flush. He drank in the sight enjoying each wonderfully perfect feature. Finally his eyes rested on those beautiful lips. He had imagined kissing them a million times.

He climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and dipped his head low to nibble on his chin where that small amount of stubble scratched him. He found it incredibly sexy.

His kisses traveled upward until he was just barely brushed the corner of his mouth. Sam was impatient and before Gabe could comprehend what was happening, his lips were smothered by Sam's. Just as he had expected, they were smooth, soft, and warm. His kisses were slow and held the sloppiness of a drunk, but he still managed to make the angel melt. Gabriel caressed a finger against the stubble of the hunter's chin, trailing it along the contours of his jaw, and then finally down his neck. Sam shivered at his touch.

The angel tangled his fingers in that messy brown hair and pulled him closer. Sam's own arms were wrapped around his smaller frame, his hands pressing the small of his back.

Gabe's tongue pushed against Sam's lips, who granted him entrance. Their tongues pushed for dominance and despite Sam's strength and passion, Gabe won. He continued to explore the Winchester's mouth while beginning to tug at Sam's shirt. He immediately understood, pulling away for just long enough to yank off his shirt and toss it on the floor.

Oh, Gabriel had always found Sam to be beautiful, but the sight of him shirtless was beyond arousing. His hands roamed appreciatively over his bare torso. He could feel his muscles tense beneath smooth skin. Those arms, his chest, each hardened ab… Sam moaned when smaller, warm hands met the sensitive flesh of his stomach. He blushed, knowing Gabriel could feel his erection.

"You are perfect," the angel sighed, grinding his hips against the hunter's. He pushed his hand into Sam's jeans, fingers playing with the curls there, teasing him. Sam squirmed and whimpered with anticipation.

"Please," he gasped.

Gabe chuckled before finally wrapped his fingers around his thick member. Sam's answering noise nearly drove him crazy.

He started slowly, stroking him with long, lazy pumps. Sam's breath matched pace.

Sam was in heaven, so to speak. How long had he imagined this, imagined him? Even back when Gabriel had been nothing but the pesky trickster, he had found himself intrigued and confused by him. He was the first man he had ever been attracted to.

But he's not the only one…

A small voice tried to whisper through the haze of alcohol and arousal. A brief thought flickered to Lucifer. Should he be doing this now?

"Gah!" He gasped when he was snapped back to reality by the sensation of heat around his member. He suddenly realized that Gabe was no longer on his lap, but on his knees. His hands were carefully pushing Sam's thighs apart and his mouth formed a tight, wet, seal over his cock. His tongue lapped at the length of him, teasing his slit.

Sam felt like her was on fire but for once, it didn't burn. He moaned loudly as the smaller man bobbed his head slowly, taking him nearly to the hilt.

"Gabriel," he groaned, one fist gripping the edge of his chair, the other tangled in the angel's soft hair. His hips pushed up, small whimpers meeting his lips.

He could feel heat building in his stomach and trembled, trying to keep it at bay. He didn't want this to end. Gabe, however, had other ideas. He took Sam into his mouth and sank down all the way until the tip was pushing into the back of his throat. He started to swallow, the clenching of his throat and the movement of his tongue was enough to send over. He cried out as he came in the angel's mouth, who sucked greedily and swallowed every drop.

Finally he pulled away and smiled, leaning up to kiss the panting hunter.

"How was that?" he murmured. Sam answered with a soft kiss.

"My turn," he whispered.