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Sam didn’t mean to fall, really he didn’t. But seeing Gabriel help them, watching him glance at Sam with this content half smile once they finally got out of that hotel from hell, well Sam couldn’t resist. 

And he tries to be subtle and take things slow but Gabriel’s never been one for slow nor subtle so Sam finds himself kissing the angel not two days later. They decided the night after the hotel that Gabriel would stay with them like Cas does, helping track down Lucifer and hopefully sending him straight back into the cage he crawled out of. Gabriel has assured multiple times that he won’t let Sam say yes to Lucifer, no matter what. 

In the end, Gabriel keeps that promise. He’s able to get both Michael, despite him being in Adam’s skin, and Lucifer, still in Nicks; to be pushed into the open hole gaping in the grass. Everyone is relieved. They share congratulations drinks at Bobby’s, Sam kissing Gabriel as hard as he can between shots of tequila that Dean keeps pouring, a smirk on his face that Sam doesn't quite get but shrugs off. 

He thinks maybe this is what Dean was smirking about, knowing that Sam relaxes and gets a lot more well, slutty- to put it simply, while drunk. His legs are straddled over Gabriel’s lap and while the angel isn’t protesting in the slightest, he’s not moving things farther along either, much to Sam’s disappointment.

“Havin’ fun there?” Gabriel grins wide as Sam hums sluggishly, petting through the thick locks of Gabriel’s hair. It’s soft and silky, conditioned from the shower he took only a few hours ago. 

“So pretty, and sexy.” Sam smiles, trying to grind down into Gabriel’s lap but finds that he can’t as Gabriel’s hands hold his hips still, stupid archangel strength. 

“Not tonight Sammy, you’ve had too much to drink.” An exaggerated groan is the response he gets but Gabriel only rolls his eyes, he’s never seen what alcohol does to Sam before but he makes a mental note to not drink at the same time as his boyfriend, that’d end in chaos and not the good kind. 

“Bet your wings are sexy too.” Sam’s hands run down to Gabriel’s shoulder blades, caressing over the parts where his wings would emerge if he so wanted them to. 

“Oh yeah?” Gabriel checks behind Sam’s shoulder to see if they’re alone, Bobby’s down for the count upstairs that much he knows, and apparently Dean and Cas disappeared somewhere as their half drunk glasses are left on the table and Cas’ trench coat is on the floor on the path leading to the stairs. 

“I can’t show you my wings, not while we’re inside, but there are scars if you want to see those.” Gabriel’s full wings would bust through Bobby’s windows and knock a million things over in the process, but there’s scarring from where they come out, and others from who knows what. 

Sam pauses, a genuinely surprised look on his face before he nods hesitantly. Gabriel knows why Sam’s so surprised, he’s yet to show Sam the scars on his back, or really anywhere aside from the ones showing on his arms with his sleeves being rolled up. Their relationship is still new enough to not have gone all the way, not that Gabriel’s planning on changing that tonight, but he figures he can give Sam the satisfaction of seeing him shirtless. 

“Lay down.” The brunette immediately orders when Gabriel discards the long sleeve he had on, Sam jumping off his lap in more of a stumble than anything. Gabriel decides not to question Sam’s motives and just lays down across the couch, stomach down as his boyfriend orders him to, not that intimidatingly but it’s still cute to watch him try. 

A long exhale leaves Sam’s mouth once he has his legs over Gabriel’s waist, hands hovering so close to his back that the heat from his palms radiates onto Gabriel’s skin. It’s oddly comforting, having Sam’s weight on his waist, and his hands so close to his skin even if they aren’t touching yet. 

“You’re so pretty….” Sam trails off, his hands finally resting on the thick jagged scars that curve with Gabriel's shoulder blades, the skin’s red and raised, fully healed over despite the faded rosy tone laying prominently against his rather pale skin. 

“Yeah?” Gabriel twists his head to the side, smiling lazily at how gentle Sam’s hands move over the skin.

“Yeah, angelic.” He snorts at his own joke and Gabriel rolls his eyes before he’s quickly snapped out of it when he feels Sam lean down over his back, pressing the softest kiss known to man against the wing scar on his left, then his right. His hands fall to Gabriel’s sides, smoothing over the skin while he sighs happily into another kiss to each scar. 

“You’re mine, my angel, my archangel.” It’s a murmur that Gabriel barely catches, though his heart picks up ten paces at the words. 

He likes that. Likes being Sam’s, Sam’s archangel. 

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