100 Sinners - The Feeling

Come and get it if you want it,
Ellie's all dressed up like she promised,
Anna she don't care what's wrong or right.
Janey's gonna live forever,
Sally's gonna get drunk whatever,
Everybody round our house tonight.

Sam had barely left the room to have his shower when Dean leaped across the room to fill his seat on the sofa next to Gabriel

"Dean?" the archangel squeaked, looking slightly alarmed.

"Shut your pie hole and listen," Dean muttered, speaking quickly. Gabriel shuffled away nervously, not liking the sudden proximity of the other man who he had been certain didn't particularly like him. "Stop being a drama queen. Now, it's Sammy's birthday tomorrow and it's gonna be the big 3-0 so I feel like we should team up and do something for him."

Gabriel glanced at the cheap motel room clock which did indeed read May 1st. He looked up at Dean, slightly lost.

"What do we do?" he asked, mind blank of anything he could possibly do for Sam. Dean sighed and slumped back into the sofa.

"See, that's the thing," he said, leaning forwards and putting his head in his hands. "I have no idea. I mean most people would have some sort of party, but everyone we know is dead and –"

"Hold it right there, Dean-o," Gabriel said, eyebrows knitting together as he thought for a moment. Then, producing a notebook out of nowhere, he shoved it towards Dean with a pen. "Write down a guest list – regardless of whether or not they're living."

"But –" Dean began, but Gabriel held up a hand to silence him.

"Quickly," he said as the sound of the shower ceased. Dean pulled a face before scribbling furiously, producing a list of a few people.

"I can't think of any more," Dean hissed urgently as the sound of Sam humming strained from the bathroom.

"It's okay, leave it to me," Gabriel said, taking the list and folding it up before placing it in his pocket.

"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked, frowning.

"You're going to throw Sammy the party he's always wanted of course," Gabriel grinned. "Nobody knows him better than you do, so simply draw up some plans – like food, music, venue – and say the word and I'll put them in place for you." Dean blinked a couple of times before his face broke out into a wide grin of excitement.

"I'll give you some of the credit –" Dean began but he was once more cut off by Gabriel.

"You shall do no such thing, Dean." He said, suddenly very solemn. "I know that if you had your way you'd celebrate Sammy's birthday in style every single year but because of the lifestyle that's been forced upon you, you can't. Think of this as my way of giving both you and Sam the kind of gift you deserve." And with those words and a flutter of wings, Dean was left staring opened mouthed into space.

"You okay, Dean?" Sam asked, entering the room. Dean shook himself.

"Wha – yeah, I'm fine," he said hastily, clearing his throat. Sam nodded slowly, not quite convinced, but he decided not to pursue the subject.

"Where's Gabriel gone?" he asked instead.

"Oh, um," Dean said, looking round, "He, uh, said he was going to find Cas I think." He lied. Sam put his hands on his hips and pulled bitch face #253.

"Dean," he said in a warning sort of voice. "Why would Gabriel feel the need to go off to find Cas?"

"I don't know," Dean said quickly, "He's your bitch, why don't you ask him?"

"He's not my bitch," Sam said automatically before he gasped in sudden realisation. "I see what's going on here!" he said, sitting down opposite Dean.

"You do?" Dean practically squeaked.

"Yeah," Sam said, looking immensely proud. "You miss him, don't you?" There was a short pause before Dean fully registered what Sam had just said.

"Wait, what?" he asked.

"Cas! You miss Castiel and so you sent Gabe off to go and find him for you," Sam said, looking rather patronisingly at Dean. "It's okay, Dean. You don't have to be worried about being a bit of a sentimentalist." Dean let out a shaky laugh.

"What can I say?" he chuckled, "You got me!" Sam joined in with the laughter, slapping Dean on the shoulder.

"It'll be fine, big brother," Sam said, wandering to the kitchen just before Gabriel returned.

"You need to get out of here!" Dean hissed quickly. "I told him you'd gone to go and find Cas." Gabriel nodded in silent understanding and disappeared again, only to reappear moments later with Castiel as Sam returned to the room with two beers.

"Hey Cas," Sam said with a knowing smile. Castiel tilted his head to one side as was his usual fashion as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Cassie!" Dean shouted, getting up and throwing himself on the rather confused looking angel. Gabriel groaned, creating a nice distraction as Dean whispered in Castiel's ear, offering him some sort of explanation as to what was going on. The blue-eyed angel pulled away, smiling shyly.

"It's nice to know I was missed," he said, playing right into Dean's act unnervingly well. #

"Yes, well," Gabriel nodded primly. "Hey – you didn't get me a beer?" he asked in mock outrage. Sam laughed.

"You can summon up anything you want to with a snap of your fingers!" Sam said, still laughing.

"Actually," Gabriel pouted, "the finger snapping is just for show. And the sentiment wouldn't have been the same." Sam rolled his eyes before heading back into the kitchen.

"Have you sorted it?" Dean asked as soon as Sam had left the room. Gabriel nodded.

"We need to get him out of the house," the archangel said.

"When?" asked Castiel quietly.

"Tomorrow," Dean said, turning to face Cas with a face of curiosity. "I'd say around three for a couple of hours?" he continued, turning back to Gabriel questioningly.

"I'd say so," he nodded.

"Leave it to me," Castiel said, his face set.

"Right," Dean said hesitantly, but seeing that they had no other options, he was ready to accept whatever Cas had planned. It was at that moment that Sam poked his head round the doorframe.

"Do you want anything, Cas?" he asked.

"I'm good thank you, Sam," Castiel replied, his face forming a rather out-of-character dazzling grin.

"Uh, okay," Sam nodded, entering the room with a beer for Gabriel. Taking a seat next to the archangel, Sam was unable to see Cas signal to Dean that he needed to talk to Sam relatively alone and so the younger Winchester was pleasantly surprised to see his older brother strike up a conversation about music with Gabriel – considering the fact that the two never seemed to get along fantastically.

"I got a new Asia album the other day," Dean began and Sam zoned out. Though he had forgiven Gabriel for having murdered his brother a few dozen times, Sam still couldn't shake off his hate for Heat of the Moment or anything thus associated with it. Instead he turned to Castiel who was still smiling at him.

"Hey, Cas," Sam said tentatively, the angel's stare becoming rather unnerving.

"Hey, Sammy," Cas replied, fluttering his eyelashes and causing Sam to almost choke on his drink.

"Are you feeling okay, Cas?" Sam asked.

"Actually, I've got a bit of a problem." The angel mumbled, suddenly ducking his head miserably.

"What's up?" Sam asked, wondering whether or not he would soon regret it.

"I need to ask you for advice," Cas replied solemnly. "But I cannot talk to you properly with your brother in such close proximity." Sam glanced at Dean who was still deep in conversation with Gabriel.

"We could go into the kitchen if you want," Sam said nervously.

"No, you misunderstand," Castiel said, shaking his head vigorously. "I wish to go into the town with you tomorrow." Sam raised his eyebrows.

"You sure?" he asked, not sure what to make of Castiel's supposed 'problem'.

"I am certain," he replied, face 100% serious.

"Okay then," Sam said, "We'll do that."

"Thank you."

"No way," Gabriel said flatly, "Balthazar hates that song with a fiery passion that cannot be quenched." He was sitting at the table with Dean trying to work out a playlist for Sam's party in a few hours.

"You invited Balthazar?" Dean asked incredulously. Gabriel looked momentarily guilty.

"I just bumped up the numbers a bit..."

"Who exactly is coming to this thing?" Dean demanded.

"Well I got Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Ash, Rufus, Pamela, Kevin and Linda like you said," Gabriel started, counting off the guests on his fingers.

"And who else?" Dean asked, closing his eyes.

"Well, Balthazar's one," Gabriel said sheepishly, "I invited Garth, too," Dean nodded fairly at that. "And those Ghostfacer guys."

"What, Ed and Harry?" Dean spluttered. Gabriel held up his hands defensively.

"What? They seem like nice guys!" he said. "And I managed to find Chuck, too."

"Please tell me you didn't invite Becky," Dean groaned.

"I didn't actually. Just Chuck. Nobody there is going to be making the sexy eyes at Samsquatch but me. And probably Balthazar because he's got the libido of a rabbit, but what're you gonna do?" Dean snorted.

"Who else?" he asked.

"I think Anna said she could make it," Gabriel said. "And Uriel."

"You remember that Anna tried to kill Sam, right? And Uriel was all for wiping out a whole town one time?" Dean growled.

"Yeah, he does that sometimes," Gabriel shrugged, "But he's only following his orders – which come from Anna, funnily enough... And she's fine really. She just... goes off the rails sometimes."

"Right," Dean said, sighing.

"I invited Death," Gabriel said casually. "He seemed happy to pop along. He's bringing one of his reaper pals who said she knows you – Tessa I think?" Dean's eyes grew wide.

"You managed to invite Death?" he asked. Gabriel shrugged.

"The man likes his pizza. There is one more person," Gabriel said, growing hesitant. "I didn't want to invite him, but he caught word of it and wanted to come. He promises to be good..."

"Gabriel..." Dean prompted, balling his hands into fists.

"Okay, I may or may not have invited Crowley and Meg sorry please don't kill me," Gabriel said all in one breath.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered, sighing. "I'm guessing there's no way of stopping them, is there?" he asked wearily. Gabriel shook his head.

"Sorry," he said glumly, "They kinds of invited themselves." Dean waved his apology off.

Sam's afternoon with Castiel hadn't been as hopelessly awkward as he had thought it would be. They had left the motel at two thirty and had since been to the local dog park where Sam was content to play with a few dogs just as Cas was happy enough to watch loving families venture out together.

However, by four Sam was starting to get suspicious.

"Cas," he said slowly, perching on the bench next to the angel.

"Yes, Sam?" Castiel said absently, eyes fixed on a Father pushing his young daughter on the swings.

"Why did you really come out with me today?" Sam asked bluntly. Castiel's head whipped round.

"Can two friends not hang out together?" Cas asked, looking fairly wounded but still rigid – especially around the words 'hang out' which Sam was sure he had never said before in his life.

"Of course they can," Sam said quickly, "It's just that you've never been one to voluntarily... hang out with me."

"You think I don't like you?" Castiel looked progressively hurt.

"No, that's not what I mean! I meant you don't really go out with people like – well, like this!" Sam said hurriedly. Cas nodded slowly.

"Maybe I just wanted to experience another part of being human," he said ambiguously. Sam pulled a rather strained face, but he didn't want to pry further.

"How about a disco ball?"

"What do you think this is, 1970?

"Everyone loves a good old fashioned disco ball!"

"If you're John Travolta maybe!"

"But you can't deny that Saturday Night Fever was a good film."

"... That's not the point!"

Gabriel and Dean were customising the motel room with less than an hour before the guests would arrive. Currently the room was three times the size with several round tables dotted about with chairs pulled up to them. There was a dance floor area and several large speakers on the floor, ready for the playlist that had finally been compiled.

"Okay, so that's a no to the disco ball, but we should have some sort of buffet table." Gabriel said, facing Dean.

"Over here," Dean replied, walking to the side of the room closest to the tables. "And there should be one of those champagne towers here!" Gabriel's eyes practically glittered at the suggestion as he snapped his fingers and Dean's suggestions appeared.

"So there's some pizza for death, some salad for Sammy, some whiskey for Chuck, Bobby and Crowley, some hamburgers for Cas and some pie for you," Gabriel said, scanning the table. "Oh, and of course –" he snapped his fingers and a large cake appeared. "Birthday cake," he said briefly, smirking to himself.

"Are you sure you don't want anything, Cas?" Sam called from the food truck he had found on their travels.

"I am quite alright, thank you," Cas smiled.

"Suit yourself," Sam said as he grabbed his coffee and banana. "Do you think it's time to head back?" Castiel froze suddenly, head snapping up.

"No," he said quickly, "Not yet."

"We've been gone for a good few hours," Sam said tentatively.

"Sam, we can't," Cas snapped.

"Why not?" Sam asked, slightly taken aback.

"Because," Castiel looked around for inspiration to find nothing.

"Because," Sam prompted.

"I've got something to tell you," Cas stalled.

"Yes, Cas?" Sam sighed. There was a slight pause whilst Cas fidgeted, trying to think of something – anything – to stop Sam from leaving.

"I am sleeping with your brother!" Cas shouted, causing several onlookers to stare at the couple in outrage. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed Castiel's angel, dragging him to a different street.

"I already knew that," Sam said after a few minutes of walking in silence. "Anyone with eyes knows that." Castiel laughed nervously and shrugged.

"My bad." He didn't think he could hold Sam off for much longer...

"Who are we still waiting for?" Dean asked, carelessly shoving Chuck into the room with the other guests and causing the nervous man to trip over.

"Hey – careful!" Gabriel exclaimed, helping Chuck up. "Do you have any idea how hard he was to find?"

"Sorry man," Dean said to the former prophet who simply nodded, apparently used to being mistreated.

"Hey, Chuck," Gabriel said, throwing an arm round him, "Have you met Kevin? He's a prophet too so you can bitch about how your gift has ruined your lives together!" Gabriel pulled Chuck across the room towards where Linda was licking a hankie and wiping her squirming son's face and deposited him there, wheeling his way back to Dean. "Between you and me, he was my favourite prophet," the archangel muttered, "Raphi and I had to go a few rounds over that one."

Dean shook his head in mild disbelief as he looked over to where Chuck was looking down at his feet whilst Mrs Tran chattered non-stop. Then again, that was the most normal sight in the room.

"How did you manage to get all this together?" Dean asked weakly.

"I had to call in a vast quantity of favours," Gabriel said, running a hand through his hair, "Some of which I'm admittedly not proud of, but I pulled it off. Of course everybody will have to go back to where they came from once the party's over, but you wouldn't expect anything less. And it's all for Sammy. And for you, too." The archangel turned to face Dean who looked down on him with a face of confusion as he opened and closed his mouth several times. "You're welcome," Gabriel smiled, slapping Dean on the arm. "Now we just need Bobby, Balthazar and the King of Hell." Gabriel said, looking round happily.

As if on cue there was a loud thud and a cry of "balls!" before Dean rushed to open the door.

"Bobby!" he breathed, shamelessly throwing himself at the old man in a tight embrace.

"Alright, alright ya idjit!" Bobby said gruffly, slapping Dean's back a couple of times before pulling away.

"What happened?" Gabriel asked, referring to the thudding noise and the fact that Bobby was rubbing his head.

"It's been so long since I was human, I guess I forgot that I can't walk through walls." The old man said, scratching the back of his neck embarrassedly. Dean failed to stifle a laugh and Bobby turned around to scold him when he yelped and turned round.

"They didn't tell me you'd be here, darling," the cold, cool voice of Crowley sounded after he had apparently pinched Bobby's arse.

"Alright, which one of you two geniuses invited the King of Hell?" Bobby barked.

"I invited myself, dear," Crowley drawled, eyeing the champagne tower hungrily. "If you'll excuse me." He sauntered off, Gabriel groaning and Dean slapping his own forehead as he left.

"It was never gonna be perfect," Gabriel offered weakly, earning a dry laugh from Dean.

"Let's just hope nobody gets drunk," he replied.

"Don't get your hopes up," Gabriel said, pointing out Garth who was necking his glass of champagne whilst talking to a rather alarmed looking Jody and a rather amused looking Tessa.

"Is that –" Bobby started, "Is that Ellen?" Gabriel and Dean looked over to where Ellen and Jo were chatting to Ed and Harry, Ed becoming increasingly closer to Jo who in turn looked increasingly uncomfortable.

"Maybe you should rescue them," Gabriel joked gently. Bobby nodded numbly and drifted over to them, apparently unable to stop himself from pulling Ellen into a tight embrace.

"This isn't a bad setup," Dean said, looking around. Crowley had taken to sitting by himself in the corner, watching the other guests over the rim of his champagne glass. Ed and Harry had accepted defeat and were instead talking rather animatedly to Ash about their website and the escapades of the Ghostfacers. Garth had his arm slung round a rather freaked-looking Jody who was looking around for a place to put him down.

Kevin was hiding behind his mum after having spotted Crowley whilst Linda herself glared at the demon who had since been joined by Chuck. The ex-prophet hadn't intended upon starting any sort of conversation with Crowley – in fact he had moved there so that he didn't have to talk to anyone, but the King's curiosity had got the better of him and so Chuck was being furiously questioned about whether or not he possessed any tablet-reading abilities.

Meg, Anna and Uriel were standing in a close group, Uriel apparently unable to stop following the red-haired ex-angel around for reasons either unknown or ignored to Anna herself as she talked to Meg about hair dye.

Pamela, Ellen and Bobby had grouped together, laughing and joking about old times or exchanging stories about Sam and Dean as children and all drinking merrily. Jo and Tessa were standing next to Death and Rufus, listening in to one of the most surreal conversations about hiding dead bodies and pizza toppings. All in all, everyone was happy and grateful that despite the fact that they'd have to go back to being miserable and lonely once the day was through, they could enjoy Sam's thirtieth birthday and act carefree for at least a few hours.

"Weird, but not bad," Gabriel agreed. There was another knock on the door which Dean answered, a dirty-blond-haired angel leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Good afternoon," Balthazar drawled in his silky English accent.

"Hey, Balthazar," Dean nodded curtly, clenching his fists. He hadn't noticed the fact that Gabriel's face had lit up next to him.

"Zaza!" the archangel cried, bounding forwards and leaping on the taller man, wrapping his arms round his neck and his legs round his waist.

"Good Lord, Gabriel – is that you?" Balthazar laughed, returning the hug with much gusto. Dean looked onto the scene with a face of incredulity as the hug lasted for more than a minute. Dean cleared his throat.

"Do you two need a room?" he asked as the two heavenly beings ignored him.

"What? No!" Gabriel said, suddenly realising himself and hopping down. "We were just, uh, good friends and it's been a long time." He offered as an explanation as Dean's eyebrows shot up higher.

"Friends," he repeated disbelievingly.

"With certain benefits," Balthazar grinned filthily as Gabriel thumped him and the two started giggling.

"God help me," Dean muttered. He sincerely hoped that they were joking for Sam's sake as well as his own. There were some mental images he just didn't want rattling around in his melon.

"It's just as well you're here, Zaza, because Sammich is coming in 5," Gabriel commented mildly.

"It's hard to be fashionably late for a surprise shindig, so I decided to cut it fine instead," Balthazar replied, equally cool.

"We should probably organise the masses," Dean said, feeling a bit inferior to the two angels in front of him all of a sudden.

"Good thinking, Dean-o," Gabriel grinned.

"And so that's when I realised that perhaps using cocoa beans for currency wasn't the worst idea that the Aztecs had," Castiel finished, leaving Sam speechless and rather traumatised.

"Thanks, Cas, I'll bear that in mind," Sam said, his face forming a strained smile. Suddenly Castiel's phone started vibrating and he picked it up, reading the screen for a second before smiling again at Sam.

"Let's go," he said shortly, half skipping down the street as Sam followed bemusedly.

"There's no more room behind this table!" Jo whined as Dean tried to shove her into a hiding place.

"Well find somewhere else then!" he snapped, giving up. "Okay, so we all know the plan?"

"We have been over it about thirty-two times now, squirrel," Crowley drawled. "I think we get it." Dean rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same before hiding himself next to Gabriel. It was odd, he thought, how this party planning had almost brought them together slightly. United for the same cause, he mused as Gabriel winked at him. Their love for Sam would be something that they would always have in common.

"Okay, Sam," Castiel said, approaching the motel room door. He continued in a carrying voice, "I will open this door in 3... 2... 1!" Castiel threw open the door and shoved Sam inside in one sudden and fluid movement so that the younger Winchester was faced with a room full of people shouting "surprise!"

Sam stood in the door way for a good couple of minutes before he registered Gabriel waving his hands in front of his face.

"Sammy?" he asked urgently, "Are you okay?" Sam blinked a few times before letting out a long laugh.

"Son of a bitch," he murmured, looking around at all the smiling faces of those he loved most. "You did this?" he asked, looking down at Gabriel.

"Actually, Dean did," the archangel chuckled, "I was just following orders." Sam looked up and scanned the room for his brother who was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Sam opened his mouth to speak before Dean held up a hand to silence him.

"Dude," he said gruffly, "No chick flick moments."

"Jerk," Sam shrugged.

"Bitch," Dean countered, causing the majority of the room to either laugh or roll their eyes. "Now, let's get this joint moving!" he cried, Sam groaning at just how lame Dean had sounded as Gabriel snapped his fingers and Led Zeppelin started to play.

Half an hour later and Sam was talking to Chuck as he tried making his way round the various groups of people before the night was through. Castiel was sitting in silence next to Gabriel who was watching Sam with a fond, dopey grin plastered onto his face.

"I feel as though I should apologise to Balthazar for killing him," Castiel said quietly, watching the dirty-blond haired angel who was in animated discussion with Crowley. Gabriel shook his head.

"He forgives you," the archangel said, "I can sense it."

"I sometimes forget how close you were with him," Cas said, smiling at fond memories of Gabriel and Balthazar's various escapades.

"Lots of people try to forget," Gabriel chuckled, finally tearing his eyes away from Sam to grin at Castiel who simply raised his eyebrows and nodded his head in agreement.

"This was nice of Dean," Castiel commented lightly after a moment's comfortable silence.

"It was, wasn't it?" Gabriel replied, leaning back on his chair, gaze now attached to the older Winchester who was laughing with Jo.

"And of you," Castiel added solemnly.

"You were involved too, Cassie," Gabriel remarked, looking at Cas once more.

"I am truly happy to have been involved," Castiel smiled. "It is pleasant to see both Sam and Dean look this joyful for a change." Gabriel chuckled though there was an underlying truth to the younger angel's words.

"I can't say I disagree, brother."

"I still can't believe you two idjits bagged yourself an angel each," Bobby grumbled, joining Sam and Dean at one of the many tables.

"Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself," Dean smiled, looking over to where Cas was staring at Chuck with a sense of awe and wonder whilst the nervous prophet looked slightly more uncomfortable than he normally did. Gabriel, however, was in the centre of the dance floor having some sort of dance battle with Death who surprisingly seemed to be winning.

"Well God alone knows you both deserve something above humankind," Bobby said, half sincere as Sam smiled his thanks. Suddenly, the loud, upbeat rock music changed to a slow, romantic song – a song which Dean would lie about putting on the playlist, claiming that it was the archangel being sappy.

"Care to dance?" a gruff English voice asked, extending a hand out to Bobby. "Don't make me force you," Crowley smirked. Dean choked on his drink whilst Sam stared at the demon with his mouth hanging open – even more so as Bobby took the hand with a brief mutter of "balls".

"Brain bleach, please," Dean spluttered as Bobby scrunched his eyes closed, side-stepping to the music rigidly as Crowley made a big show of throwing his arms round Bobby's neck and leaning his head against his chest.

"Strange couple, aren't they?" Gabriel laughed, appearing out of nowhere onto Sam's lap. "Hello, dear," he crooned. "Having a good time?"

"It's perfect," Sam murmured, kissing Gabriel softly.

"Actually, I can think of a slight improvement," the archangel said, leaping up and dragging Sam by the hand to the dance floor. They passed Cas on the way who had thankfully left Chuck alone and was instead watching Dean in his custom borderline-creepy fashion. "Just ask him to dance," Gabriel huffed, pausing in his venture to the middle of the room. "You know he wants to." Sam nodded encouragingly before Gabriel physically shoved Castiel towards where Dean was sitting alone at his table.

"Sometimes I feel like I have to do everything in their relationship for them," Gabriel sighed melodramatically before whisking Sam into a slow dancing position, smiling to himself as he pressed his ear to where the taller man's heart lay. Sam himself chuckled before hesitantly placing his hands on Gabriel's hips, slightly wary of everyone else in the room. "Forget them," Gabriel murmured, reading Sam's mind.

"But they don't know –" Sam began.

"The reason they're here – well most of them – is because they love you, Sammich," Gabriel interrupted, "And even if they didn't support you, I personally don't give a flying toss because as far as I'm aware you are mine." Sam laughed, leaning down to kiss Gabriel again.

"I love you," Sam mumbled as he pulled away from the archangel.

"I don't blame you," Gabriel replied, grinning before Sam thumped him.

So that's all from me - the fic is finally complete! I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing and I'd especially like to thank XxZessxX and elonia for their lovely reviews. Speaking of which - please feel free to review; I'd love to hear what you think!