A/N So... I've been wanting to write a Sabriel fic for a while now, and I really wanted to give them a kid, but I so did not want to get into the whole 'm-preg' shtick, so I just... sorta... made Sam a woman. Obviously, it's an AU, based in season 8, but let's just ignore the trials for now, okay? Also, if you guys like it, then I'll expand this from a one-shot into a multi-chap that covers random stuff that happens before, during and after this story. So, yeah, that's about it. Enjoy the fluff! :) ~Sammy

A flutter of wings and the coughing out of a mouthful of beer.

"Dean."

"Gabriel."

"Where's Sam?"

"Asleep in the library with Cas-"

"Yeah, okay, thanks."

A chair scraping back and a man getting to his feet.

"Gabriel, wait. I'd- well, I'd be careful if I were you."

"Listen Dean-o, we've been over this. I hurt Sam, and you deep-fry me in holy oil. I know the drill."

"As much as that still applies, that's not what I'm talking about. It looks like Sam's finally got those mood swings that everybody talks about. Just... try not to set Sammy off, okay?"

"Aye-aye captain."

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled a long drag of his beer, watching as the short angel raised a finger to his lips and tiptoed dramatically over to the library. The young hunter almost choked on his beer, again, when Castiel suddenly appeared in front of him. The angel took in the image that Dean presented, what with the desperate gasping and his face a bright red, and he frowned.

"Are you alright Dean? Do you require assistance?"

"No, I'm good. You just caught me by surprise."

"Oh. I apologize."

"It's fine Cas. Why're you here anyway? Did Gabriel kick you out?"

"Yes, actually. He said something about a bomb disposal crew arriving, and told me to come to you. I don't understand. I do not sense any unwanted explosive devices in the bunker."

Did Dean find Castiel's confused frown to be the most adorable thing ever? Yes, but he'd be damned if he ever let anybody find out. Still, he had to admit that Gabriel was a little entertaining. Or, he would, if Dean could just get past the fact that Gabriel had knocked up his little sister.

"Heya Sammich."

Sam looked up from the book her nose was buried in, and her face split into a grin.

"Hey Gabe. Dean didn't try to throttle you again did he?"

"Not today, he didn't."

She pushed the dust tome away as Gabriel made his way towards her. Gabriel kissed the top of her head, something he could only do when she was sitting down, much to his chagrin.

("Not to be a chauvinist; but I'm the guy! Well, actually, I don't have a fixed gender but... my vessel is a guy! Shouldn't I be the taller one?" Laughter. "It's only an inch Gabe." A pout. "It's a pretty big inch.")

Gabriel pulled Sam up to her feet and looped an arm around her waist. "C'mon Sammy, enough research for now. You need to rest."

Sam huffed and tried to pull away. "I'm fine Gabe. Besides, I have to do this research. Dean's found a case up in Montana and-"

"You're not going there. Hunting is so not on your to-do list."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, like Dean's gonna let me help now. I used to think he mother-henned before. Hah. He's been on full time 'protect-Sammy' mode ever since he found out. I literally had to kick his ass into taking up this hunt. I'm just finishing up the research now."

Gabriel mentally bumped up his opinion of Dean and made a note to thank the hunter later. "Well, Dean's right. You are not hunting like this. And you aren't doing any more research either."

"Gabe-"

"Nope. No arguing. The only thing I'm letting you do now is take a nap. I'll do the research."

Sam raised an eyebrow at her angel. "You? Doing research?"

"Hey! I can do research."

Sam sighed in exasperation, but let Gabriel pull her towards the plush couch that was tucked away in a corner of the library. Dean had found it somewhere in the depths of the bunker, and he had dragged it over to the library in the hopes that Sam would at least attempt to not hunch over the table when she was reading. Gabriel sat down at one end of the couch, and he pulled Sam down so that her head rested in his lap. He threaded his fingers through her long hair, messing up the soft brown locks. Sam hummed contentedly and within seconds her eyes slid shut and her breathing evened out.

Gabriel rested his hands on Sam's stomach and let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He could feel the tiny spark of Life thrumming beneath his fingertips, could feel the tiny heartbeats thumping away softly. He grinned and let his Grace wash over Sam's sleeping form.

Dean found a pile of research notes on his bed. There was a bag of peanut M'n'Ms next to it.

The morning peace in the bunker was shattered by a groan and loud yell that echoed off the walls. "GABRIEL GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE!"

"Goddamn it Gabriel!"

Dean really had to put bells on their angels. He'd been caught off guard again, this time choking on scalding coffee and shooting glares at Gabriel, who had popped up right in front of him. Gabriel, for his own part, looked completely disheveled. His normally slicked back hair was in a disarray. His hands were trembling, and he licked his lips nervously. Dean would've taken pity on him, if only he could concentrate on anything other than the burn in his throat. Castiel leaned forward from his perch on a chair across the table from Dean, and he gently pressed his fingertips to the hunter's neck, whisking away the pain.

Dean grabbed Castiel's hand, and held on, giving his own angel a grateful smile, before turning the flustered Archangel standing in his kitchen. "What's up Gabriel? Why'd Sammy call you?"

Gabriel just looked at Dean with a haunted look in his eyes, and said, in complete seriousness, "Dean, for your own sake, don't ever do anything to piss off your sister."

"Uh... Gabriel, what did you do?"

"I may have just..."

Dean heard a groan from Sam's room again, and his apprehension gave way to worry, which in turn gave way to anger. "What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Sister?"

Gabriel backed away as Dean rose from his chair and stalked over to the archangel. Castiel stood up too, and he put a restraining hand on Dean's shoulder. "Dean. Sam is fine. She is just rather frustrated with the whole situation, and now she is angry with Gabriel."

Dean turned on Gabriel once again. "Alright feathers. What'd you do to Sammy?"

"Who said that I've done something?"

Dean just raised an incredulous eyebrow, and Gabriel grimaced, uncharacteristically nervous. "Okay so, I might have... accidentally... passed on my sugar addiction to the baby."

Silence prevailed in the kitchen for a few indecisive moments, before Dean finally broke into laughter. "Seriously? That's what's got Sam so bitchy? Chocolate cravings?"

Frustration flitted across Gabriel's face, and Castiel decided to speak up before his hunter was backhanded into a wall. "Dean, this is serious. Sam is craving chocolate like she craved demon-blood. Of course, chocolate is less harmful, and much less likely to start an apocalypse, so I suppose that the analogy is rather inaccurate. Perhaps what Sam is experiencing is rather more like a drowning man needing air, or a fish needing water, or a bee needing-"

"Yeah, okay, I got it Cas. Sam really needs sugar."

Gabriel nodded, and then cringed as another yell resounded within the bunker. "GABRIEL I KNOW YOU'RE HERE. GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW. And bring me some candy!"

Gabriel paled and fear was painted across his face. "Seriously Dean. Be careful. I've dated Kali, and I can personally vouch that the Goddess of Destruction has got nothing on a pissed off Sam Winchester."

"GABRIEL!"

Gabriel winked at a shell-shocked Dean and the bewildered angel standing next to him. He snapped his fingers, hoisted up the basket of candy that had materialized, and disappeared amongst a flutter of wings, leaving behind nothing but a faint whiff of peppermint.

Sam had a book propped open in front of her, but she paid it no attention, instead watching as Dean and Cas danced around each other in the kitchen. It turned out that Castiel was quite a good cook, once he figured out how to work the kitchen appliances. Dean had been ecstatic when he found out, dragging his angel into his kitchen as often as he could, the two of them chopping, slicing and frying in perfect harmony. Sam loved watching them cook, it was like watching a beautifully choreographed dance.

Gabriel appeared in the chair next to Sam, grinning, and she didn't even bat an eyelid. She'd grown used to seeing her angel pop up out of nowhere. A lollipop was placed between Gabriel's teeth and Sam eyed it, a smirk on her lips. She quickly reached up, pulled the lollipop out of Gabriel's mouth, and stuck it in her own. Gabriel's eyes widened as he simply stared at her. Sam smiled as innocently as she could, before winking cheekily. Gabriel's grin widened.

Dean looked up to see a lollipop discarded on the table, and Gabriel making out with Sam as passionately as possible, the couple's hands resting on the bulge that was Sam's abdomen. Dean groaned. "Oh come on. I do not want to see my sister kissing an angel in my kitchen."

Gabriel pulled away from Sam and raised an eyebrow at the elder Winchester. "So, we're not allowed to kiss in the kitchen, but you and Cas are allowed to eye-fuck each other wherever you please?"

Castiel's cheeks flushed crimson and Dean scowled and turned away, grumbling under his breath. Something about douche-bag angels and knocked-up little sisters.

Sam couldn't help but laugh.

The Bat-cave was designed for a great many things, but one of the things it wasn't prepared for, was a woman in labour.

But that's what the angels were for.

"AAARGH!"

"It's okay... you're okay Sammy. You're doing great... just breathe through it... you're doing awesome Sam..."

"Cas just GET HIM THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Castiel nodded, his blue eyes wide, and he pulled a nervously-rambling Dean away from a heaving Sam. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but both Castiel and Gabriel simultaneously shook their heads. "Don't."

Comprehension dawned as understanding flickered across Dean's face. The hunter turned to look at Sam again. "Just call me if you need me, okay Sammy? Tell Cas to come get me."

Sam nodded quickly, and Castiel put a hand on Dean's shoulder before disappearing, the hunter in tow. Gabriel held Sam's right hand over his vessel's heart, pouring as much Grace as he dared into that spot. The warmth of his Grace calmed Sam down enough to stop her from yelling, but still she whimpered. Gabriel was almost overwhelmed, but he fought to stay calm. "What do you need Sam? Just... tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

Sam wrapped her free hand around Gabriel's and she smiled. "Just you is enough. And maybe an angel-mojo induced epidural."

Gabriel laughed, even as he worked at pushing Sam's pain away with his Grace. Sam shot him a grateful smile and rubbed a hand across her round stomach. "All these years of hunting injuries, and none of them even come close to this. Who knew that archangel-fetuses were more dangerous than vampires?"

Gabriel huffed. "Not funny Sam."

Sam stuck her tongue out. "It's a little funny."

Then Sam gasped and looked at Gabriel with wide eyes. "Baby's coming. Like, now."

"Oh shit. Cas!"

Castiel appeared and his eyes widened when he saw Sam hunched over on the bed, Gabriel desperately trying to keep her calm. Gabriel turned to Castiel. "Little help here, Cassy?"

Castiel just strode forward and placed a hand on Sam's abdomen before meeting Gabriel's gaze. A short nod from the trickster, and the two angels pushed with their Grace.

Dean paced back and forth, having covered the length of the library a couple dozen times already. He ran his hands through his cropped hair, and resisted the urge to punch something. He wasn't sure what he liked less, the yelling and commotion, or the complete silence that now pervaded through the bunker.

Castiel appeared amongst a flutter of wings, and Dean practically pounced on him. What happened, is Sammy okay? Is the baby okay? Why's it so quiet, what's-"

Castiel put a hand on his hunter's shoulder and effectively silenced him. "Dean. Calm down. Sam is fine, and so is the baby. You should see her, she is beautiful."

"She? You mean-"

A smile broke onto Castiel's normally stoic face. "Yes. It's a girl."

Another flutter of Castiel's wings, and Dean found himself in Sam's room. His little sister was stretched out on the bed, passed out. Gabriel was sitting on the edge of the bed, a tiny little bundle cradled in his arms. A small smile turned up the corners of the archangel's mouth, no trace of the defensive smirk that was his usual fallback expression. Dean took a couple of step forward, and Gabriel looked up, his smile widening. He shifted the small bundle , handling it like it was the most precious thing in existence. Dean could feel a grin twisting his lips when he caught sight of the object of Gabriel's obvious devotion. A tiny round face, with rosy cheeks and soft brown curls looked up at Dean. Amber eyes peeked out shyly from underneath long lashes, and Dean knew he was a goner.

"She's gorgeous."

Sam opened one eye at Dean's words, and she smirked. "Yeah, she is. Thank God she didn't take after her uncle."

Dean crossed his arms and huffed. "Shut up Sammy. I'm a hot piece of ass. Right, Cas?"

Castiel was a bright scarlet and Sam snickered, causing Gabriel to laugh as well. Dean put a reassuring hand on Castiel's shoulder, and tried to glare at Sam, but the smile on his face ruined his efforts.

A soft gurgling sound, however, silenced everybody in the room. All eyes turned to look at the infant who was squirming in Gabriel's arms, smiling a toothless smile, and laughing. It was a beautiful sight to behold, a surge of love and adoration filling the hearts of everybody present. Sam reached out and Gabriel immediately placed their daughter in her arms. The baby cooed at Sam, and Sam kissed her tiny nose.

And no, Dean was so not thinking about how perfect Sam looked with Gabriel pressed up next to her and an adorable baby cradled in her arms.

Dean cleared his throat (not because he was tearing up about it), and grinned. "So, what are you guys naming the little squirt?"

Sam and Gabriel looked at each other, a brief flash in their eyes, before turning back to Dean. "Her name's Sekiel Mary Winchester."

A/N And.. that's the end of that! Review if you want more Sabriel and Destiel fluffiness! :) ~Sammy