If there was a single thing Gabriel prided himself on most, it was the ability to distinguish a lie from the truth. He watched the facial movements, the hardly noticeable twitching of the eye and harsh draw of the mouth. Yet, as he stood in front of all six foot four of Samuel Winchester, Gabriel found that he couldn't tell if the man was being honest with him.

"I love you." The words tumbled from the sweet, angelic (he laughed inwardly at the word) mouth he'd come to crave in rushed, late evenings and slow, silky mornings.

"Repeat that again for me, kiddo?" The archangel plastered his famous smirk, well, what he hoped it was anyways.

"I said I love you, Gabriel," the Winchester's forehead furrowed down and his brows drew together, creating the deadly weapon Gabriel lovingly called the "kicked puppy eyes." The archangel cleared his throat and shifted feet, his golden eyes surrounding the inky pupils that stared Sam with curiosity and disbelief.

Their relationship, or whatever Gabriel assumed they were in, started as a rough, needy escape from the problems in Heaven and on Earth; it was a way to relieve stress and pent up sexual tension that not even Castiel could deny. It was in between Sam's hunts and Gabriel's business, usually in the dingy motel-of-the-week or where ever the archangel would zap them to.

And if the golden eyed angel was being honest with himself, it quickly became more than that. Sam was affectionate in the bed, no question about that, but the Winchester began to touch Gabriel more, an open palmed placement on his leg or a brushing of his burnt honey hair from his forehead. It's not that he minded. Didn't mind one bit. Except his heart minded a shit ton, and damn if that wasn't the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

So here they were, standing with their bodies facing each other, an archangel and a hunter, a man and a man. Gabriel's mouth opened and Sam's eyes brightened with interest, keeping their same intense longing as the golden eyed man spewed out his feelings.

"Look, Samsquatch. You're incredibly attractive and damn if you aren't good in bed, especially when you do that thing with your mouth-," he paused and shook his head in attempts to keep on topic as Sam's lips curved upwards into a smirk.

"Flirty waitresses never bothered me before but I can't help but feel jealous when they give you the 'come hither' eyes." Gabe huffed and his hands flew out in exasperation.

"Basically what I'm saying is whatever life I was living before pales in comparison to the one I'm living now. And it's because you're in it. My hopes and dreams have somehow shifted and are now resting on your incredibly broad shoulders. I love you." The archangel's breath came out in a puff and he inhaled, amber irises burning into Sam's hazel ones.

The Winchester began to laugh, a sound that tickled Gabe's ears and drifted throughout the room. "You're such a dork, Gabe." Long arms tugged the shorter man closer, and Sam buried his nose into the wispy golden hair of the archangel.

"You love me for it."

"I do. I really do."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little one shot. I appreciate any reviews and comments you leave! 3