Author's Notes: Fluffy little thing. Could be considered Gabriel/Sam, but not really meant to be. Just caring archangel and big brother.

Summary: Dean and Gabriel might not get along famously, but Sam is the one thing they can agree on.

The World's Right Again

"Sam-"

"I'm okay." Sam managed to smile shakily at Dean before he went down.

Sam staggered, one hand covering his eyes, the other reaching out blindly. Dean rushed forward-

-and Gabriel caught the sagging Winchester. Dean grit his teeth, the bastard had been standing behind him.

"I got ya, kid." Gabriel smiled at Sam and smirked at Dean.

The levity in the air and the tension between big brother and angel quickly fled the room as they realized Sam was bleeding fairly badly.

Dean quickly got on the other side of Sam and the two half-led half-carried the youngest over to the small bed against the wall.

"Here we go kiddo, here we go." Sam dropped where they put him, clearly more out of it than either had thought. They exchanged quick, worried glances as Gabriel pressed Sam's head back to stop the bleeding and Dean kept talking to him.

"You're okay, you're alright. Talk to me Sammy. What were you thinkin', huh?" He ran a hand through Sam's hair, tensing when he saw blood trickling sluggishly from his sibling's ear. "There's a frickin' archangel in the room and you go and blast them yourself? What's wrong with you?" there was no real heat in his voice as he started washing away the blood with a wet rag, suspiciously supplied by Gabriel.

Sam swallowed in distaste past the blood trickling down his throat –thank you Gabriel who forced him to keep his head back.

"He was distracted. Woulda gotten both of you. Holy fire and knives." He grinned at Dean. "Sides, it was only a small horde of demons." He sputtered and gagged, coughed up more blood.

"This is why you should leave the heavy lifting for me." Gabriel admonished. "The last thing you need is to blow any more brain cells."

Sam smiled.

"You're welcome."

The angel sighed sighed affectionately.

"He didn't do any permanent damage right?"

They were talking over him now.

"No, nothing that some rest won't fix. Just gonna have to be careful for a little while."

Sam let his eyes drift closed, he liked it when they got along.

"Sam? Sam! Hey-" he opened his eyes to a panicked older brother in front of him with Gabriel behind him, holding him up. How'd that happen? "No passing out allowed okay?"

With great difficulty, Sam blinked.

"Okay."

Dean nodded and Gabriel let him sink the rest of the way to the bed. He immediately turned on his side and settled into the pillows and comforter.

"Let him sleep."

"I just said no passing out."

"It's sleep, not unconsciousness, there's a difference. He'll be okay."

"Bullshit! He's bleeding from his ears, we should keep him awake."

"Look-"

Sam moaned, like he was in pain and they stopped arguing.

"Sammy? You okay?"

"Tired…"

One of them, Sam wasn't quite sure which, was no doubt gloating.

"Alright. Get some sleep. We'll head out when you wake up."

"Only if you promise."

They shared a quick, confused look.

"Promise what Sammy?"

"That you won't kill him."

A simultaneous, "I promise", sounded and Sam could feel the air swish from both turning their heads so quickly. Both put out at the thought that either could take the other down.

Angel and hunter glared at each other and Sam smiled.