After three months of not existing, Gabriel's first thought was What the fuck?

He gulped the air like he found it after several days of circling in the desert, like he had been under the heat of the ever glorified sun for far too long. The sun was absent when he sat up the bed he was resting on. He took in the details. He was still wearing the clothes he wore when he died. It's badly decomposing and it has not been washed. He smelled like Earth, and that could only mean that he has been buried. His bed side table has a clock; its red lights suggested that it was half-past eleven o' clock. Next to it was a set of clothes.

He quickly took it with his dirty hands and looked around for a bathroom. When he found it, he quickly took a shower. He didn't wait for the water to go warm up or anything. He took it as it is, desperate to get the smell of death off of him. The water down the drain was the color of mud. He stood under the water for a long time, enough to watch the water turn crystal clear. And then heard a prayer… Gabriel, you would love to see this.

"Sam," he sighed smiling as he turned the shower off. It had been three months since his passing and the hunter still thinks of him. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself with a towel he found on the towel rack. He walked in front of the bathroom mirror and opened the medicine cabinet to see if there were any spare toothbrushes. There was, and he used it to remove the muck that settled in his mouth. He also looked for a mouthwash and used it far too generously. If he were to reunite himself with Sammy he might as well look and smell nice.

He dressed and used the stairs to go down the first floor. He is well aware that his grace is intact but, the curiosity of finding out who resurrected him is greater than the need to see if his magic works perfectly. He has a few ideas of course, but it never pays to just wonder who it was. As he descended down the stairs he noticed more and more about the person who lived inside the house. The person needs a lot of coffee, likes cats and has far too many books. That narrows down his thoughts on who could it had been. It was either a crazy cat lady or a writer, or both. Not that he's generalizing but, he can tell by the unfinished draft of a story he found in the living room and the constant tapping of keyboard that echoed from the kitchen.

The front page has a paw mark made of coffee which the cat probably spilled on the long run. The paper he found in particular is about a man who lived in Florida, and it's actually not that far from the truth. There was actually a man with that name living in Florida. He thought it was probably just a biography but, then found another about a girl living in Brazil, and there was actually a girl with that same name, with that same job living there. The disclaimer claiming that it was a work of fiction is definitely false. The resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely not coincidental.

He dropped the paper and walked towards the kitchen where he heard the loud tapping of a keyboard. When he entered the room the man's back was facing him. The man with dark hair was seating on the kitchen island counter with a computer on his lap. He was busy tapping away a story that was one of his personal favourites. Gabriel walked closer to see what the story was about and he saw that the story was about him reading a story about him written by the man in front of him. Even his shock and complete disbelief were being written. The Gabriel on the story stepped back just as he did.

"Dad?" the archangel voiced, the man tapping away the story paused before standing up. He placed the laptop on the counter and the typing didn't stop. There was a force still tapping on the keyboard. The writer turned around, and Gabriel's grace jumped as he saw the very man that brought him to existence. Twice.

"Hey," Chuck's pale blue eyes smiled at him. Now that he's turned around the angel saw the white hair that grew behind his ears. He looked far too kind and far too tired this time around. The last one wasn't really a shocker. The whole world, after all relies on him.

"No way," Gabriel started, but he can sense that somehow this being in front of him is more powerful than he seemed, "Wow, you look…"

"Well, my form isn't much but, it gets me by."

"No, no, your form's fine," the archangel shook his head, "You look…. I dunno. You look old."

"I am old," the creator of all that exists argued but he didn't let his son's comments rule him over. He walked towards the refrigerator and took a pitcher and offered it to Gabe, "Milkshake?"

The angel suddenly felt like he needed a drink something strong like liquor but, the milkshake would do just fine. He sat down on one of the chairs as his father poured him a drink. It was strange. This was different from the father he had remembered. The father he remembered never bowed down to anyone. Much less offer anyone a milkshake. "So uhm… What have you been doing these past few millennia?" he asked before taking a sip from the curly straw.

"I had a cat-pic blog," he said, and as if on cue a chubby cat purred between his feet, "And I travelled. Dated, had some girlfriends had a few boyfriends."

"Boyfriends?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow like he was impressed, and he was.

"Yeah," his dad chuckled, "And I learned how to play guitar."

"Oh that's nice." The archangel nodded. If he would be truly honest with himself, he'd like to shout at his dad. Demand birthday cards, point a finger at him, blame him for all the times he and his fellow angels felt abandoned. Honestly, even throwing the milkshake on top of the man's head seems like a good idea but, he didn't do any of that.

"You're taking this really well," Chuck merely stated. He's confused but, somehow relieved.

"I'm an open book, dad," Gabe said, figuring his father already know what he thought he'd like to do, "You do a lot even if there are times you think it isn't enough. I'm not going to shout at you. You didn't abandon a toddler. You abandoned adults who had no idea what they were doing and frankly that's what adulthood is."

His father smiled as if he was proud of the words that came out of his son's mouth.

"What?" the angel complained, "I still hate you."

"No you don't."

Of course God knows that his son doesn't hate him. He also knows that Gabriel would rather be with Sam and, he just didn't want to seem rude to leave so soon.

"You should go to him," Chuck told him, giving the archangel the permission he was obviously waiting for.

Acceptance-

Castiel was hanging around more recently. It's probably because he can feel Sam's emotions. The hunter wasn't sad, he wasn't angry, he's feeling a lot better. In fact, Sam was looking a lot healthier, he jogs every morning, his diet is back to normal (and even if vegetables grosses Dean out, he's happy to see his little brother eat again). Damn, even his hair was looking majestic.

Dean was smiling more, like Sammy was. And Sam knows it's because of Cas. They were still dancing around each other, and it was getting annoying but, he'll let them figure it out on their own… for now.

"There's a bar offering discount on drinks," Dean mentioned one time when all three of them were on the bed watching Braveheart in his brother's room. "Anyone wanna come with me?"

"Sure," Sam nodded, "Cas?"

"I suppose. I have nothing else to do."

"What happened to puppysitting?" Bingo whimpered around Castiel's feet. What the pup said made the angel worry. A loud bark came from B almost sounding like laughter to human ears, "I'm kidding. You guys have fun."

And they did. The music was so loud neither of them can hear their thoughts. The lights were dancing with the people, and drinks kept coming. Dean drunkenly asked Cas to dance to Taylor Swift with him, and even if the angel declined, the hunter pulled him to the dance floor anyway. Sam decided to just seat back by the bar and watch his brother make a fool out of himself in front of Castiel. He mixed the drink with his hand before drinking it. Gabriel, he prayed, you would love to see this..

After a few more drinks, a stranger decided to walk towards Sam. Sammy didn't give the man any of his attention. He was busy laughing at Dean's weird dance step that Cas just decided not to copy him.

"I've been mopping this floor for six years, would you mind if I seat next to you?" the stranger asked, he had a certain accent. French, Sam decided, and a horrible one at that.

"No, not really," Sammy said still looking at his brother, and now that the music decided to slow he wanted to see what they'd both do. Castiel whispered something in Dean's ear and Sam could see the hunter blush. He can sense the man looking at where he was looking. He seemed to be entertained as well.

"Did you seat on a pile of sugar?" the man asked him after the DJ run a few more songs. The Winchester was surprised to still find him there, still seating and is now trying to converse with him with a corny pick up line.

"Why?" Sam flirted back, although he wasn't that much into it. His eyes were still watching out for his brother. The song was slower now, and the lights dimmed. Dean placed his hands on Castiel's shoulder so mechanically it made him smile.

"Because you've got a pretty sweet ass," the man whispered against Sammy's ear.

"That's cute," the boy complimented but, he's going to decline him anyway, "But I'm married."

"What?! When?!" he shouted in Sam's ear. The French accent was totally faked all along.

Sam turned to finally look at him, and… he can't believe his eyes. The man looked amazing in the dark ambiance of the bar. The smell of liquor and sweat flooded the whole place but somehow he still managed to smell sweet. The light casually passed at the back of his head, shining like some sort of halo before moving again.

"You," the hunter started, pointing at the angel.

"Don't you, you me. You're married? When did this happen? Were you even planning on telling me?"

"You're dead," Sam said bluntly. Most of the Gabriels he encountered usually vanish from that one statement. This was not one of those.

"That's no excuse to get married without telling me. My father spent a lot of time on rebuilding me to make you happy and you get married to some human." The trickster stood up, with Sammy seating they were almost the same height. Almost.

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long do you think it is? What do you think would've happened? Why are you even here?"

"I- I just got back and I heard you pray to me. You were the first thing I heard and you," the angel took a deep breath. "You said I would love to see this. You're probably talking about Dean and Castiel on the dance floor. But it's you that I wanted to-" he cleared his throat, "Anyway, I-I'll leave now I guess." Gabriel turned around and the human's voice stopped him.

"I hate you so much," Sam declared, his hand clenching the same way his heart did. He told the man to follow him outside so they can talk without all the loud music, and all the people busy moving their hips.

Gabriel was hurt and confused. He didn't want to hear about being hated by the only human he cared far too much about. He also had no idea where they were going, Sam just hailed a taxi and even if he wanted to read his mind he promised. "Am I meeting the missus? I don't think I can do that-"

"Shut up."

For the rest of the drive they didn't talk. The driver turned the radio on because he can somehow feel the tension between them. Gabriel took a phone from his pocket and fiddled with it. It wasn't like his old phone. It didn't have a clown chain dangling on it, instead it had a cat phone case, it was his dad's and he kind of stole it on his way out. If God was pissed about it, Gabe would already be toasted by some lightning. He opened the Neko Atsume (only game his father had installed aside from Sims Freeplay.) and busied himself until they ended up to college they met the first time.

Sam paid the driver before going out. "Sammy," Gabriel called to him. The hunter was walking fast in front of him like no one was there with him. The grass beneath their feet crunched as they walked, and when the angel finally caught up to his human, he saw Sammy seat on the steps of the building that started it all. "Sam," Gabe tried again and the human lashed at him.

"What do you want?" the hunter shouted, tears falling on the cement, "You usually vanish when I visit."

With that, Gabriel knew what was happening. Sam thought he was an illusion. He thought the archangel was something his mind, and somehow his broken heart helped create. The world had been cruel to his Sammy.

"What do I have to do to make you vanish?" the boy asked Gabriel.

"Baby," Gabe sighed walking close to him, "Do you really want me gone?"

"No," Sam sniffed, "To be honest, I want you next to me. I want you breathing. I want you to be real. I want you to stop being dead. But, if you can't do that, just stop bothering me. Please…"

The angel decided to sit next to his human. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't come back from the dead? I had to Sam. I forgot to say something really important."

"What is it?" he questioned.

"I crushed your Candy Crush score," Gabe winked, "Get it?"

Sam giggled like a drunkard, cheeks burning red, shoulder shaking with his laugh. He wanted to lean his head on Gabriel's shoulder but, he decided not to. He doesn't want to fall on the ground ending the fantasy too soon. "You're the best of the Gabriels, I met so far." Sammy decided.

"Of course I am, kiddo," the trickster smirked, "Nothing beats the original."

The human turned his head to look at the angel, "Shut up." He stood up, patting the dirt off his trousers. This one is definitely not the original. He just came close.

"Oh come on," Gabe complained, pulling Sammy's arm so that he too can stand up, "I didn't come back from the dead for you to tell me that. I want you to know the truth. Something I never told you, because I never had the chance."

He touched Sam's hand, squeezing it to anchor the hunter back to Earth, back to him. "What the-?" the Winchester asked, not believing what he's feeling. Some dreams feel real. This has to be one of those. The angel pulled him down, their foreheads against one another, their noses touching, and their breaths were heating up their faces. This was the closest he was to Gabriel ever since… the donut shop.

"I never got the chance to say I love you, because Sam I really do." The archangel confessed, before pulling Sam into a kiss. That kiss was to say he adored the human. The next one was to say that he missed him. The third was to say that he was sorry for leaving him all alone, and then another to say that he would give up everything to keep this tall hunter safe from the cruel world.

The human cannot believe it. His eyes were wide open to every kiss that the angel gave him. "This is too good to be real. You're not-," he pushed the man away. The hurt expression on Gabriel's face got to him but, he can't help not believe it. Gabe didn't come close or near the hunter. He stayed where he was, and waited for Sam to accept it all. Sammy moved closer, hand hesitant to touch the angel's face. His thumb traced the celestial being's features, and the trickster didn't disappear under his touch.

"You could use my blade in case you're still doubt-," Gabriel offered but, he was cut off the moment he got pulled into a tight hug. Sam's strong hands gripped the angel's clothes tightly as if he was afraid he would vanish once he let him go. The hunter buried his nose on the archangel's hair, inhaling the sweet scent that reminded him of home. Tears fell at the same time they both fell to the ground, holding onto each other like it was the end of the world.

"I missed you," Sam whispered, Gabriel's hand wiping of the tears on the human's face. He looked at his angel, and for the first time in a long time it wasn't through the use of a screen.

The End?

Author's note:

At last! It's over!

I'd like to thank everyone who supported this story. Those who followed, commented/reviewed, and those clicked the favorite button you're all the real MVP.

Two years. Wow. If y'all thought I was gonna abandon this fic well, ahahahahah I didn't! Inspiration was just really hard to find. The bit about Lucy being a holy parasite came to me only this year, and tbh I didn't think this fic would even have a plot that would make sense to me.

I'm gonna miss this.

Still a Neighborhood Shipper, 28MonsterWithin - Peace Out!

P.S.

Am I awake at 4:30 AM?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Chapter Titles were inspired by song titles. I'm listing them down below in case y'all wanna listen to them.

C1: Heat of the Moment - Asia

C2: Where's my Apple Pie - Joan Baez

C3: Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

C4: Glowing in the Dark - The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

C5: Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice

C6: Love Potion No.9 - The Searchers

C7: Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley

C8: Wrong side of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch

C9: Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.

C10: Coming Home - John Legend