Established Destiel; developing Sabriel. Enjoy!

February 13th came and passed the Winchester trio; stakeout, burning, salt, all a day's work.

After returning to yet another seedy motel, the two humans tended to their wounds and then collapsed into their respective beds, as was also per usual, except for the fact that Sam now slept in his own, seperate bed; it was something that he had absolutely no qualms with, stretching out his tall frame and falling fast asleep.

What Sam Winchester was not planning on, however, was a certain Trickster (Archangel, rather) dropping in. And he meant literally.

"Gabriel!" The hunter gasped out, voice husky with exhaustion, as he was startled from his deep sleep, the heavy weight of the other's landing on him snapping Sam's bleary eyes open.

Gabriel smirked, holding his customary sucker; cherry, if Sam wasn't wrong. "Hey, Samsquatch."

Sam fell back against the pillows with a huff, picking up the Archangel and setting him to the side of the bed so he could sit up himself. "You have got to stop doing that. What time is it anyway?"

"About four."

"And your reason for stopping by at four in the morning?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Someone's grumpy. It's Valentine's Day, Sammy!"

"So?" Sam gave him his standard bitch-face, "It's another commercialized holiday. Excuse me for trying to get a modicum of sleep."

"Careful, spoilsport, someone might think that you're bitter," Gabriel replied.

"I'm not bitter," Sam protested, only to be waved away by an airy hand.

"And besides, you aren't the only one not getting sleep, Sammich." He gestured to the other bed, now empty. "Dean-o and Cassie aren't exactly sleeping either, if you know what I mean," This statement was accompanied by a promiscuous wink, as if Sam didn't already know 'what' that meant.

Shrugging away mental images he most certainly did not want to see, (And it was hard, considering the number of times he'd walked in on-No, no, not going there) Sam reached for the water at his bedside, took a sip, and stood up.

And pretended not to notice Gabe's eyes on him as he walked over to retrieve his laptop from the floor, clad in only his boxers and thin tee shirt.

Bending down and scooping up the device as quickly as he could, the younger man set it down on a small table. Pulling on jeans and his standard plaid shirt, he sighed, knowing that he was getting no more sleep, now that Gabriel was here.

Ignoring the Archangel, Sam continued on his research, even as Gabriel hovered over his shoulder, smelling of candy and complaining that he was bored. Of course, he then offered more entertaining, more lewd options that made Sam turn red in the face and turn away.

Finally surrendering to Gabriel, Sam snapped shut his laptop with a resounding smack after the last whine of the former. "If you're so bored, why don't you go somewhere else?"

Refusing to be swayed by the hurt expression on the Archangel's face, Sam resolutely turned away, "I've got research to do for this hunt, before anyone else, oh, I don't know, dies or something." And opened his laptop back up. "But I forgot that it's only important to me."

Gabriel remained silent, before leaning back over Sam, and closing the laptop, uncharacteristically softly. With a sigh, he said, "Lesser demon, goes after those he deems 'rude', and is currently in Baltimore."

Sam looked up at him, surprised, "What?"

"You heard me, Samsquatch!" The shorter man said irritably, "Now are you going to be some sort of fun or not?"

"Thanks," said Sam, even though the gratitude was grudging, "But why me? If I'm so boring, and it's Valentine's Day, which I really do not care about," He gave Gabriel a look, "Then why are you here and not halfway around the world in some club?"

Gabriel opened his mouth, and then shut it again. "I don't-don't want to be in 'some club'," he admitted, "I'd rather be here with you, in all of your nerdy boringness."

"Gee thanks, Gabe," Sam rolled his eyes, before realizing what he'd said. Gabe, not Gabriel.

Pretending he doesn't see the way Gabriel's eyes light up, Sam continues, surprising even himself with the words that come out next.

"So, where are we going?"

Hannibal reference, anyone?

So, if you thought that this was cute and adorable and want to know more, please follow and/or favorite this story, and if you would like to suggest where they go (Because right now I have no clue, silly author that I am) please feel free to PM or leave a review with the details in either. If I was doing Destiel, it would be pie, so maybe, a candy store or something? Love you all,

Brenda

P.S. Reviews make for more Sabriel fluffiness, Favorites give for more flirty banter and Follows for lewd puns. Nothing? You are a sad, sad excuse for a human being, dear reader, for shame. For. Shame. And now to the weather...

(Anyone get the Welcome to Night Vale thing, there? No? Ok.)