(Author's Note: Just a warning, that even though this story is rated K+, it doesn't apply to this particular chapter. Because there's a bit of smut in here somewhere. :) So, enjoy at your own discretion.)

Though Gabriel had just disappeared from his life again, Sam couldn't shake the intense happiness pumping through his veins. He was still kinda feeling like Indiana Jones; like he'd just found the treasure, kissed the girl, and was now riding off into the sunset like an adventurous badass. It was the feeling of total victory, that made him grin so idiotically like this. How was it possible to feel so damn good? Yeah, Gabriel had flown away and it hurt to see him go – but the trickster had flat out promised he'd be back soon. And with every tiny molecule of his being, Sam believed it.

The morning sun was sneaking behind some overcast clouds, just as Sammy pulled up to Bobby's house. His fingers were tangled in the string of candies around his neck as he slowed to a stop in the small driveway. He couldn't help but touch the chain of beads; wanting to stay in constant remembrance of the whole night. Sam spotted Cas loitering near the backdoor, as he turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. Why did the angel seem so nervous? Was he really pacing back and forth? Apparently, something was happening inside the house, that presumably involved Dean. Cas barely noticed Sam walk up at all.

"Hey, Cas," Sam said, finally letting go of the necklace to give a slight wave.

The angel blinked away from the door to actually turn toward Sam. Whatever was happening inside was obviously weighing on him.

"Hello, Sam," he seemed to sigh.

As soon as these words escaped his mouth, Cas's eyes fell to Sam's neck, and Sam couldn't help but notice the hint of surprise that flashed across the angel's expression. He followed the line of Cas's sight to the candies laying on his own chest. A twinge of paranoia came over Sam, as he looked back up to watch Cas stare boldly at his candy necklace. Why was Cas studying it so closely, like that? Could he tell that it was a gift from Gabriel?

"Where did you acquire that?" Cas asked, pointing a finger toward the candy.

Sam gulped at the angel's suspicious tone, instantly reaching up to clutch the necklace. Though Sam was very proud of the amazing, spectacular night he'd just had, he wasn't exactly all gung-ho for telling every one about it. What Sam did – and who he kissed – wasn't anyone else's business. But Cas looked almost shocked; his blue eyes clouded with protective worry. For a split second, Sam wanted to ask Cas what he knew about the necklace, and why it seemed like he'd saw it before. But he didn't. Sam only shrugged it off and edged his way toward the door.

"Uh, I stole it from a little girl," he said, quickly deciding to pepper his answer with half-truths.

"You stole that candy from a child?" Castiel asked, tilting his head in disbelief.

"Yep," Sam chuckled nervously as he kept walking, trying to scurry away from Cas's prying questions, "I had a hankering for something sweet. Well, I'll, uh, talk to you later, Cas."

Sam stumbled his way into the kitchen, thankful to be out of reach of Cas's inquiries. Paranoia was suddenly sparking in his gut. Cas didn't know that he'd gotten the candy from Gabriel, did he? And if he did, how the hell did he figure it out? Was there some angelic stamp on the damn thing, or something? Was it Gabriel's way of marking his territory? A smile flashed on Sam's mouth, as he stepped toward the kitchen counter. Dickie had suddenly come to mind, at the thought of marking territory. Sam missed that little furball so much already...

Just as Sam lifted his head to look around the room, he was met with the sight of Dean and Bobby sitting at the kitchen table. Dean was slouching on the left; half covering his weary eyes. Bobby was sitting on the right with a look of utter guilt written on his face. The air was thick with serious tension. Had Sam interrupted a private talk, or something? Why were Dean's eyes so red and wet?

The smile slipped away from Sam's mouth as he crossed his arms and leaned up against the counter. He tried to push thoughts of Gabriel and Dickie toward the back of his mind, and attempted to be serious for his brother. Because Dean looked terrible.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, hoping he could still be of some use.

Dean's eyes narrowed toward him.

"What's going on with you?" he shot back, eying Sam's throat, "Is that a candy necklace?"

Panic washed over Sam, at the sound of his brother's bewildered voice. Dean sounded just as suspicious as Cas! Fear accompanied Sam's panic, as the thought of Dean finding out about Gabriel snaked its way inside his mind. What would happen, if his brother knew he'd flirted with the trickster? And played with him? And kissed him? Sam's eyes flashed down at the candy on his neck. Geez, Sam might as well have been wearing a neon sign around his neck that said 'I made out with an archangel and all I got was this stupid candy necklace.'

Sam's body reacted without him. His hand shot up to tug on it, in an attempt to pull it off. But, to Sam's horror, the string snapped. All the candy beads instantly fell to the floor; filling the room with small clinking noises as they bounced around. Sam dropped to his knees immediately, and began to scrape all the candies together. Dammit! Why the hell did he do that?! Sam could feel Dean and Bobby's eyes on him, as he nervously gathered his candy off the floor.

"Er, sorry, Bobby," he mumbled, feeling like a total dumbass.

Sam was kicking himself in his own mind, as he scanned the kitchen floor for any remaining pieces. The one thing – the one damn thing – he had to remember his night by, and he goes and breaks it. What would Gabriel say? Bobby began to speak toward Dean, as Sam finished picking up the beads.

"You listen here, son, and you listen good," he began, "I might not be your daddy, but I care for you the same now, as I always have. It doesn't matter to me, whether you're with Cas or not. Who you choose to pork is your own damn business," he paused to point toward the kitchen door, "That door is always gonna be open for you, if you ever need anything from me, and I'm always gonna answer the phone."

Sam blinked at Bobby, as he climbed back to his feet. What were he and Dean in the middle of talking about, before he walked in? Bobby's words seemed to strike home with Dean, as a meaningful smile was on his face.

"All I ask, is that you make Cas knock before barging in here," Bobby added, looking a little uneasy, "he's already seen enough."

"Thanks," Dean nodded.

Sam glanced between the two men at the table, while he rolled some of the candy beads in his hand. He was curious, as to why Dean was needing Bobby's pep talk. Was Dean worried about what their father might say, about him being with Cas?

"Were you worried about Dad, or something?" Sam blurted, wanting to understand.

Dean's moist green eyes raised to meet Sam's. Honesty was potent in his stare.

"Yeah. I know he's dead, Sammy, but he still gets to me," Dean answered.

Sam played with the candy pieces in his hand for a second, rolling them around. He could understand why the thought of their father would stress Dean out, especially when it came to finding out about Dean and Cas's relationship. But the thought also made a new notion come to Sam's mind. It made him wonder if Dean had even considered their mother's opinion. Even though he didn't know her very well, Sam was suddenly imagining their mother meeting Cas for the first time; wrapping him in a comforting hug and thanking him for rescuing her son from hell, while he just stood there giving Dean a look of bewilderment...

"Say it, Sam."

Sam blinked himself out of his thoughts to look down at Dean. His brother looked as stern as ever; clearly wanting to know what Sam was thinking.

"Well, it's just," Sam said, taking a small breath, "...did you ever stop to think about what mom would say?"

There was a brief silence, as the Winchester brothers stared at each other with understanding. Of course, they knew what their mother would say. She'd love Cas just as much as they did. Sam was glad that Dean had that look about him, now; the look of someone who had just been struck with an epiphany. The two of them just stared at each other for a moment, before Dean finally raised to his feet. He stalked passed Sam to get to the door.

"I gotta talk to Cas," he mumbled, as he made his way outside.

The gentle slam of the door echoed briefly in the kitchen. Now that Dean was gone, Sam took the time to appraise the beads in his palm. He still felt like shit about breaking the necklace. But determination soon took over, as he carefully removed the broken string from around his neck. He was not gonna leave his most treasured possession in disarray like this. Not after realizing how much it meant to him...

Bobby got up and stepped closer to Sam, as Sam began to re-string the necklace. It was a little uncomfortable under the man's scrutinizing eyes. Geez, was everyone going to stare at him like this today? Was it really that out of place for a grown man to have a candy necklace?

Thankfully, no words were spoken between the two of them. Bobby just rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee – and mumbled something that sounded like 'Winchesters' – before heading toward his study. As soon as Sam slid the last bead back onto the string, he tied the two ends back together and slipped it back over his head. A smile formed on his lips again, as he looked down at them. Ah. Fixed and back around his neck. Just where they ought to be.

Not really wanting to converse with Bobby, Sam went back outside to see how Dean and Cas were doing. But the two of them were gone. Sam scanned around for them, as he stumbled back toward the Impala, but it was like they'd flat out vanished. Sammy clung to his necklace as he slowly climbed back into the car. That ache of loneliness was trying to return. Man, this was such a stark difference from last night; sitting here in the silence with the overcast sky above the car. Last night, he'd gotten used to the chatter of conversation and thump of loud music – and the company of an archangel...

Suddenly, Sam didn't want to be alone anymore. The car doors felt disturbingly tight around him. Maybe Dean was close by somewhere, and could come back and make this silence less painful. Sam pulled out his cell phone and dialed his older brother's number. It rang a few times before he answered.

"Uh,...hello?" he mumbled.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Sam asked, "you kinda just disappeared."

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm with Cas." Sam caught the distinct tone of Dean's voice. He was obviously hinting that something personal was going on between them.

"Oh, er, am I interrupting something?" Sam muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Yes," Cas's distant voice answered, "you are."

Ugh. Great. Dean and Cas were in the middle of God-knows-what and Sam was left to sit all alone in the car and wait for them. Again. The younger Winchester sighed.

"Sorry," Sam said, caught between aggravated and embarrassed, "just, uh, come back whenever you're ready. I'm waiting in the car."

Sammy hung up before he had time to hear any obscene noises. He tossed the phone into the seat beside him as he stared out of the windshield. It wasn't long before his thoughts wandered back to the archangel with the candy lips. Sam's fingers tangled back in the newly repaired string of candies, as he recalled all of the past night's adventures. How was it possible, to miss someone so much after just one night? Sam's eyes fell to look down at the multicolored beads. Well, at least he still had this, right?

Hoping to ease the sting of sadness, Sam raised the chain to his lips. He bit down on a single bead; breaking it in half between his teeth to remove it from the string. Sam chewed the gritty fragment, enjoying the fruity flavor. Wow, this tasted even better than he expected. What flavor was it, anyway? Maybe it was mango; Sam couldn't tell for sure.

But, just as he swallowed the tiny bit of candy, a strange tightening began to grow in Sam's lower stomach. His eyebrows came together at the sensation, as he realized his heart-rate was picking up; his lungs expanding harder and faster to keep up with the pounding muscle. An abnormal chill raced across Sam's skin and goosebumps rose on his arms. Something was definitely happening to him. Was he having some sort of allergic reaction?

The tightening in Sam's gut seemed to spread even farther south; moving down to take control of his crotch, too. A heated gasp escaped the man's mouth as he looked down. Holy shit, he was getting an erection! There it was; growing thickly behind the tightening denim of his jeans. Where did that come from? Sam's heart beat even faster; starting to hammer against his ribs as he watched himself getting hard inside his pants. What the hell was happening to him? Why did he suddenly have an intense urge to touch himself?

All of the sudden, the only thing Sam could think about was Gabriel at the strip club. In his mind's eye, he could see the nearly-naked archangel strutting across the stage again; waving to the crowd as he shook his ass – that unbelievably tight ass that seemed to jiggle just the right way. Dammit, he looked so good like that; with his bare back arched and his chest glistening as it heaved. Sam could hear that candy-coated voice purring his name... Sammy-boy...

"Ahh!" Sam groaned, unable to hold back the noise.

He was suddenly palming at his own crotch; trying his best to jerk himself through the tight denim fabric. Gabriel was still prancing around like a stripper in his head; deliberately teasing Sam in that stupid gummy bear thong. Oh, god, he was almost there! Just a few more tugs and he would be coming everywhere. Sam's free hand clutched a handful of the seat as he thrust against his own palm; rocking his pelvis forcefully while he panted out loud. Ah, what he wouldn't give to be inside Gabriel right now; to be sliding in and out between those perfect ass cheeks -

"Ah!" Sam cried again, feeling himself pulsing inside his clothes, "Y – Yeah! Ahh,..."

Sammy was blissfully floating inside a dizzying state; his mind on temporary leave while his body flooded with pleasure. He tried to blink himself out of it while he struggled to catch his breath. He was trembling in the front seat of the Impala; quaking in the aftermath of an obscene orgasm. What the hell had just happened? The subtle hint of mango that lingered on his tongue seemed to tell him.

The candy was, in fact, sexed-up.

Sam's eyes fell to the candy chain around his neck, and he began to chuckle. That tricky little son of a bitch! 'Nothing special about them', huh? More like, 'make sure you're not wearing your favorite pair of pants when you eat these.' A small part of Sam wanted to be mad about it, but a much larger part was too dazed from the orgasm to even care. He laughed a little more, as he shook his head. Ah, that damn trickster. He should have know better than to take his word for it...

The driver side doors were suddenly opening.

Sam gasped a little, as he quickly shifted to the side. As Dean and Cas got into the car, Sam tried his best to appear normal; like he hadn't just had an amazing orgasm. He even casually laid his hand over the wet spot in his crotch, hoping Dean wouldn't see. But Sam could feel his brother's appraising eyes already on him.

"Did you...re-string that?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Uh, yeah," Sam answered, biting down a smile.

Dean didn't seem too comforted by this answer. He leaned over closer to Sam and breathed in deeply; sniffing him.

"Ugh, Sam," Dean grumbled, raising an eyebrow, "Were you playing with a dog today? You smell like wet fur."

Heat rose on Sam's cheeks, realizing that Dean was probably smelling Dickie. He instantly reached up to his neck and stuffed the candy necklace inside his shirt to hide it from view.

"I had a long night, okay?" he tried to dismiss, wanting his time with Gabriel to remain private, "Can we just go?"

Sam closed his eyes, as he turned his head toward the window. He tried his best not to think too much about Gabriel, as the Impala roared to life.

Sam sighed, as he opened yet another book. The words on the page were blurring by now; the long day of reading taking its toll on his eyes. Across the motel room, Dean and Cas were whispering to one another, as they sat together on the far bed. Sam took the time to glance their way, giving his eyes something to look at besides pages of text. The two of them looked like they were deep in conversation; staring at each other with adoring eyes and – were they holding hands?

Sam swallowed harshly at the sight. Just as he did the morning before, Sam craved to know how it felt to be so close with some one; close enough to touch without a second thought. Of course, Gabriel came to mind, as he sat staring at Dean and Cas's joined fingers from a distance. Sam and the trickster had flirted the night before, yes, and playfully touched shoulders...and kissed...but, they didn't hold hands like that. Sam smiled, at the thought of hooking his own fingers around Gabriel's tiny hand. He was sure the act would be so -

It was the heat of the moment...

Sam jumped a little, at the sudden sound of a song interrupting the silence. How was it playing? And where was it coming from? The noise was muffled, but it was playing loudly in the room, somewhere close by. Dean and Cas actually stopped talking and shifted their attention toward Sam. They seemed to be just as lost as he was.

"Is that Asia?" Dean asked, his eyebrows coming together.

Sam gave a nod, even though he still didn't know where the sound was coming from.

Telling you what my heart meant...

Sam's eyes fell to his own hips. The sound seemed to be coming from there – inside his pocket. He quickly dug inside and retrieved his cell phone. He eyed the thing for a moment – wondering how the hell it was playing this song, because he knew for a fact he didn't have any musical ring tones – before the caller I.D caught his attention. It only said one thing: 'The Candyman.'

Sam never answered a phone so fast in his life. He ripped it open and stamped the talk button, before quickly pressing it to his ear.

"H – Hello?" he asked, silently praying to hear that angelic voice answering back as he cradled the phone against his face.

"Do you think that it's possible for dogs to have person-withdrawal?" Gabriel's voice was unmistakable, humming in Sam's ear like a beautiful melody, "'Cause I'm pretty sure Dickie misses the hell out of you, kid. I think it's becoming a serious medical issue. What the - ? Aw, great. Now, he's humping the Impala. Dickie! Dickie, get off the tire! Stop!"

Sam's face could barely contain the grin growing on his lips.

"The – the Impala?" he repeated, slightly confused, "but, the Impala is -"

"Right outside your motel room," Gabriel finished, "I know. Because I've been standing at the window like a stalker for about fifteen minutes, watching you study. Do you know how cute you are when you scrunch your nose at a book, Sammy-boy? I don't think you do. It's freakishly adorable."

The whole time Gabriel was speaking in Sam's ear, Sam was up and running for the door. He was sure Dean and Cas were watching him, but he didn't care. All he cared about was getting outside, to meet the archangel. He ripped the door open and bolted onto the sidewalk. Sam heard the motel door close behind him as he instantly scanned the parking lot, starting with the Impala.

And there he was.

Gabriel was standing near the car, still holding the phone to his ear, when he turned to face Sam. A smile burst across his familiar face, lightening up his soft honey eyes. Some of his shaggy golden hair tossed to the side, as he hung up the phone and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked the same as ever; the same old Gabriel, smirking like a true trickster.

"Hey, kiddo," he said, giving a slight wave.

That weird, warm feeling was like an atomic bomb going off inside Sam; flooding his soul with happiness. He leaped forward and wrapped his arms around Gabriel's tiny frame; crushing the archangel against him. Even though Sam thought his smile couldn't get any bigger, it stretched even farther along his mouth as he buried his face into Gabe's sweet-scented hair. Words couldn't explain how happy Sam was to be holding him like this; to be reunited with Gabriel.

"Whoa," Gabriel chuckled, hugging Sam back, "That's quite the welcome! Maybe I should go away more often."

"No!" Sam replied, instantly standing back up to meet Gabriel's golden eyes, "God, no. Don't ever leave again."

"Please, call me 'Gabe.' God is my father's name," Gabriel smirked, waving a humble hand at Sam's statement, "and speaking of powerful things, did you try any of your candy?"

Sam's eyes narrowed playfully at the smug look on Gabriel's face, as he kept his arms wrapped around him.

"Yes, I did," he answered, giving the most suggestive look he could muster, "Why did you to me lie about them?"

Gabriel's cheeks seemed to tint with red as his amber eyes flickered briefly away.

"I didn't lie. Honestly, I didn't. The candy wasn't spiked, Sammy-boy...until you said that they were special," he answered, "then, I spiked it for you. With a little celestial magic."

Sam smiled down at the archangel's honest expression. Why did hearing this make him feel so damn bubbly inside? The sound of loud barks drew Sam's attention to the car beside them. He watched Dickie hop off the Impala and run over as fast as he could. The dog jumped up and down and pawed Sam's leg; demanding attention. He was just as cute as ever; wagging his tail feverishly as he panted. How could Sam ever resist those puppy eyes?

"Hey, Dickie," Sam said, letting go of Gabriel to pick him up.

Once in Sam's arms, the jittery dog instantly began to lick his face. Sam chuckled, trying to shake his head away from Dickie's uncontrollable tongue. Maybe it was true, that dogs could have person-withdrawal, because obviously he did miss Sam. And, to be honest, Sam missed him just as much.

"Okay, okay, that's enough moose kissing for you," Gabriel grumbled, carefully grabbing the dog out of Sam's hands to put him on the ground. Once Sam's arms were free again, Gabriel stepped up to fill them with his own small frame.

"It's my turn," the archangel concluded.

Sam welcomed Gabriel's kiss; leaning down to press his lips firmly back against the archangel's. Gabe tasted just as sweet as ever; reminding Sam of cotton candy and peaches. The burnt orange sunset was casting a warm glow on them, as they stood holding each other with their mouths joined next to the Impala. Sam never wanted to let go. He wanted to stand like this forever; to just cling to Gabriel and taste his sweet mouth while Dickie serenaded them with barks. Nothing could ever feel as perfect as this.

Gabriel pulled back just enough to breathe against Sam's lips.

"Finally," he said, smirking as their eyes met again, "A good use for your big mouth."

Sam smiled and shook his head, filling his nose with Gabriel's sweet scent.

"You're such an asshole," he grinned.

"Hmm. Let's see," the archangel began, "You're a dick. I'm an asshole... That sounds like a match made in heaven. Doesn't it, Sammy-boy?"

Sam grinned, cradling Gabriel even closer.

"It sure does," he answered.

(Author's Note: And there you have it, folks. Yet another completed Sabriel fic. (And it was published on a Tuesday. How bout that.) :) I apologize for the choppy-ness of the beginning of this chapter, but I was just trying to make sure it fit with the companion story. Anyway, thank you all so, so much for reading and reviewing this story! It honestly means so much to me, that you all take the time to do that. I, sincerely, cannot thank you enough! I hope you enjoyed the ending as much as I did! :)

The continuation for this story: Would I like for this story to have a sequel? Yes! Would I like to write another part for the Destiel 'Solo' story? Yes! Do I have any idea of what to include in said stories yet? No! :) At this point, it's getting a little hard to out-do myself. My worst fear is disappointing you all, and getting reviews that say 'what happened? You used to be so good.' If I had a boggart, it would be a reader rolling their eyes at my stories. :( But, I promise that I'll keep trying my best for you, even if that day comes. :)

But, enough about my personal struggles. What would you like to see in future stories? I, for one, would love to write some hard-core Sabriel smut. And more Destiel smut, of course. :) Perhaps something smutty in a candy shop for Sam and Gabe? How about a smutty scene in a police station, for Dean and Cas? I know JulesCapulet mentioned that in a review somewhere...And while we're on the subject of bottom!Dean, who's game for a little bondage in the next installment? :) It might be a little while before the next story comes out, though, as my creative tanks are running low. But be expecting them within a few weeks! :) Thank you so much for your awesome advice! See you all very soon!)