A/N: Because I love Gabriel so much, this fic is set in a universe where he never died.

Sam stood at the counter, preparing all of the ingredients to summon an angel. He would have called a cherub to help him with his plan; however, he was still traumatized from his previous experience.

Sam Winchester was not known for meddling in the relationships of others, especially not when it came to matchmaking, but in this case he couldn't resist. These two little doves were in love but they were both seemed to be too dense to realize it.

"And what can I do for you, Sammy?" Ahh, his angel had arrived.

"Gabe, it's Sam."

The Trickster rolled his eyes, "So you get to use my nickname but when I try it on you, all I get is 'Gabe, it's Sam.'" After seeing that Sam was giving him Bitchface #75 he gave up and sighed, "So what's up?"

"If you were trying to get two knuckleheads to wake up and see that they are supposed be together, how would you go about it?"

Gabriel smirked, realizing "Oh, so this is about your brother and my own, I take it?" Seeing the slightly devious smile cross Sam's features, he continued "Yeah, I know what your saying. Cas claims to be a virgin, but after all the eyesex those two have you'd think that they were-"

"Yeah, Gabe, there's no need to sear anything into my brain right now." Gabriel feigned disappointment.

"Anyway, what are we going to do about it? It's unlikely their going to have that discussion without a little push," said the archangel.

Before Sam could reply, however, Dean could be heard coming through the front door, chatting to Bobby. Without further ado, Sam cleaned up the evidence of him summoning Gabriel while said angel made himself scarce.

"Yo, Sammy," Dean walked through the door just as Sam hid the last ingredients of the spell. "Cas said that some cherubs are going AWOL. I think we oughta look in to it."

Sam groaned, "Fine, but you're greeting them." The very thought of one of their hugs made the younger Winchester shudder, recalling the trauma. Yet he had to smile. If Cas seemed worried that a butterfly was stepped on, you'd get right on to "looking into it."

A few hours later, the Winchesters and an angel returned to Bobby's. Cas had been quite mistaken about the cherubs.

"Cas, those people in the back of the car were not cherubs." Dean attempted to hid his amusement at the angel's mistake.

He tilted his head in confusion, "But they were not clothed."

"Welcome to the twenty-first century, Cas. When two people are in the back of a car that is parked in an alley with the windows all steamed up, it's unlikely that they will be.

Sam chuckled, as did the eavesdropping Trickster upstairs, though Cas was still confused.

Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge and flicked on the TV. It was eight at night, and a Thursday. For the next hour, Doctor Sexy would dominate the screen. Cas, curious about the program that Dean, as much as he would deny it, was so obsessed with, sat on the couch next to him. Sam peaked around the corner to see them. Cas was sitting close enough to completely annihilate Dean's "personal space" rule. But since Dean thinks no one can see, Sam thought he doesn't mind. Sam smirked as he pulled out his cell phone, turned off the flash, and took a picture of this. It was an odd habit, and perhaps slightly creepy, but he couldn't help scrap-booking these "slash" moments, and there were many.

He then tiptoed into the kitchen, were Gabriel conveniently reappeared. "Alright, Sammy," Sam found he was rendered unable to retaliate,"I have an idea." Gabriel started whispering his plot. A restrained laugh and a few mischievous chuckles passed. Only after the two matchmakers had made their scheme did they notice that Bobby had been standing in the door way and heard pretty much everything.

Bobby coughed deliberately, and the two slowly, guiltily turned their heads.

"Well shit," Gabriel remarked, "You'd think I'd have seen that coming."

Bobby looked from Sam to Gabriel, and then back again. And then he sighed, and Sam thought he saw the ghost of a smirk pass his face. "You know, I never told you this, but I do love ravioli. And now that I think of it, I could use a new head gasket as well."

Gabe and Sam exchanged looks. Bobby was...blackmailing them?

"Then again," he continued, "since this plan you idjits are cooking up does involve Romeo and Juliette out there," he jerked his thumb in the general direction of the living room, "maybe they should know what's going-" Gabriel, with a sigh, snapped his fingers and a bowl of ravioli appeared on the table. "The head gasket's in the garage."

Bobby nodded. "Pleasure doin' business with ya, idjits." It's not that I don't agree; those idjits are making me sick with all the staring and bound up tension, but I am craving ravioli, and I could really use the head gasket.

Bobby walked away, quite enjoying his ravioli.

Sam slowly turned to Gabriel.

"Dude, we just got blackmailed by Bobby. We suck."

"Hey, Dean, Bobby found some kind of lore about dragons in one of his books." said Sam, waking Dean after he fell asleep with his head on a certain angel's shoulder, while said angel had been trying very hard not to wake the hunter.

"Awesome. Tell him I'll be right there," he slurred.

"Cas, you should come, too. Bobby can't translate some of it on his own."

The angel nodded and disappeared. Dean, without the Great Wall of Cas to support him, did a face plant in the couch.

A few minutes later Cas and Dean were huddled together in the panic room, Sam saying he had to "go grab a beer."

"Really, Sammy?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow, "Dragon lore?"

"It got them in there, didn't it? Now work your magic."

Cas flipped through the pages of the old book. "Dean, this is complete nonsense. This is common spirit lore, not dragon." He closed the book.

Dean furrowed his brow. "Seriously? I mean, Bobby's not exactly Google Translate," Cas tilted his head, having no idea what reference this was, "but I'm sure he wouldn't be that far off."

The door slammed behind them, making them both approach the door. "Sammy?" There was no answer. "Sam? This is not the time for jokes." There was still no answer. Dean tried the door, which was locked of course. "Sam?"

"Dean, I think we are trapped in here."

"No shit, Sherlock. But how? Can't you just zap up some mojo and Superman this thing?"

Cas touched the iron door, then quickly retracted his hand, hissing. "The other side of this door is covered in angel-warding symbols. There is nothing I can do."

"Who would-"

"Hello boys!" An annoyingly familiar voice rang out from behind the door. "How's that dragon lore coming along?" and then came something that sounded like "Man I can't believe those idiots fell for that."

"Gabriel, I will smite you for this." Cas growled.

Dean's voice filled with venom, "Where's Sam? I swear if-"

"Oh he's dandy. In fact, he asked me to come. It seems you two have a serious problem and need help getting your fingers out of your asses." A candy wrapper could be heard.

"Woah wait, Sam brought you here?" asked Dean, "Why would he ask an asshat like you come here?"

Gabe sighed, "I'm trying to make you see something that everyone else in heaven and Earth figured out a long time ago."

"Such as?"

"That you two were clearly meant to be."

Cas made that cute confused face (NOT cute. NOT! Dean mentally denied) and asked "Meant to be what? You cut off your sentence."

Before Gabriel could clarify, Sam's voice was heard from outside, whispering.

Dean already knew what this was. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. No matter how much he would deny it aloud, he did like Cas a bit more than the "just friends" kind of way. He never told his moose of a brother any of this but he had just known that the nerd would figure it out. What he hadn't counted on was that he would try to play Cupid. With Gabriel, of all things in existence, as his partner-in-crime"

Gabriel cackled. "Ok, then. Straight to phase two!" The walls of the panic room shrank down around them. In under a minute, the small space had caused the two to be very... intimately... close. It was like two people crammed into a phone booth. With no way to escape.

"Right, well, we'll leave you two alone. Let's go, Sammy." The Trickster laughed.

"It's Sam," the moose corrected.

"Whatever. Say, you got anymore hard caramels?" Their voices faded away while Dean tried to figure a way out of this awkward moment.

"Dean, are you feeling alright?" The angel inquired.

Dean looked up, his lips accidentally brushing Castiel's due to the close proximity. "Yeah, why?"

"Your body temperature has risen noticeably, and your breathing as become irregular. Is it Gabriel's doing?"

Dean blushed more. Though the metal walls were turning the room into a hot box, the room was not the sole reason for the changes. "Not directly" was his only reply.

He felt Castiel involuntarily shift against him. Though the movement was very slight, it resulted in his hips crushing against Dean's, which was turning the hunter on hard.

"I am going to get Sam for this. Seriously, how are we related?"

"You have the same parent's-"

"Not what I meant Cas." He fidgeted slightly, causing Cas to moan as his erection pressed against the angel's hips.

"Dude, what was that?"

"You seem to have done something that my vessel finds... pleasing" Cas seemed to find the spiderweb in the corner very fascinating.

Lovely. We're stuck in a tiny closet and we're both horny.

"Dean, I do not possess horns, and neither do you." Cas stated as Dean realized he had spoken aloud.

A voice was heard from outside the box. "Sam, you seen your brother?" asked Bobby.

"Uhhhhhhh..." was all Moose could come up with.

A tone of dawning was heard in Bobby's voice. "Ooooohhhhhh, I see." Hold on. Bobby KNEW about this? Dean's mind raged. "Ya idjits couldn't wait before I got my book out of there?"

"Not really," replied Gabriel.

"Gabriel, release us now. I think Dean's hallucinating."

A sliver of concern was heard in the archangels voice. "What's he seeing?"

"He thinks we both have horns."

All this managed to do was draw an eruption of laughter from Sam and Gabriel, while Bobby just shook his head, muttering that he was surrounded by idjits.

Dean groaned. "Cas, it's an expression. Humans tend to use it when their... you know..." he trailed off, hoping that the socially awkward angel at least understood that much.

"And that's our cue to leave, Sammy. Stop with the Bitchface, it's no use. Say, where did you get those rock candies, they are delicious. Oh, I almost forgot," The wall behind Dean pushed inwards abruptly. The hunter, caught off guard, was knocked into Cas, their lips smashing together in the process. Their eyes widened at the contact, but slipped closed again as years of mutual pent up desire took over.

At first it was a simple kiss, closed-mouthed. Gradually, however, Dean found his hand trailing along the angel's spine, while said angel was slowly running a hand through his hunter's hair. The kiss deepened as Cas wrapped his other arm around the Winchester he had secretly lusted for for Father knew how long. Meanwhile, Dean was pressing himself against Cas while his lips worked their way down the angel's neck. They didn't notice as Gabriel's mojo allowed the room to expand back to normal size; they only noticed the bed that appeared in the middle of the room. Within a few minutes, the floor was adorned by a t-shirt, jeans, some boxers, a suit and a dirty trenchcoat.

"Hey, Sammy, check this!" Gabriel held up Sam's laptop. "I planted some cams in the room, and it looks like our plan worked!"

Sam was scarred for life when his eyes rested on the screen.

A/N: Yay, Sammy's eyes now need bleach. Let me know if I should leave the story a one-shot or if ya'll want a bit M ratedness to go with it. Till then, peace out.