"Sam!"

"Gabriel!"

"Sammy where are you?"

"Gabriel please, come back!"

The memories of loosing Gabriel came back to him, the images flooding into his mind and hitting him like a hammer. The gloomy forest after the Archangel had fled

"Crowley! Crowley!"

The scene changed, the forest was bright again, and practically glowing; like the actual forest was happy, beaming with love. And Gabriel was running towards him, so Crowley ran to him.

"Gabriel? What happened?"

"Nothing! You get out, I'll get Crowley!"

"Why? What good is he with us? We should just leave him here!"

"No! I can't do that! He's-"

"-Your boyfriend?"

"My responsibility you dick! Now Sam, get him outta here!"

"Come on Dean."

As they reached each other, they wrapped their arms tight around themselves; squeezing tight and not letting go. Then the image flashed with bright lights, Crowley catching a glimpse of a crying body
and a black pair of wings.

"Hey! You're awake!"

"Ugh...what happened?" Crowley blinked the images away, frowning in thought.

"The Kitsune threw a hissy fit and we got Sam." The demons vision cleared properly now, he could see Gabriel- oh and the collapsing building behind him; but hey, details right?

Gabriel snapped his fingers and they appeared before the two Winchesters, who looked ready to burst into laughter. What was so funny now?

"Dude, nice ears." Okay, what the fuck?

"..." Gabriel gestured to a puddle on the floor, and as Crowley peered into it he was met...

...with CAT EARS? Oh he really was going to kill Gabriel.

"Change them back now! Now!" The archangel smirked and shook his head.

"Nu-uh, they suit you too much." He began to chuckle as Sam had now burst with laughter like his brother, and Crowley had to smile to himself, at least he wasn't mad at him. "Alright people, lets go back eh? I'm sick'a this dump." Gabriel snapped his fingers and they were stood in the motel room, Sam and Dean calming their laughter.

"Sam, you go wash, you stink like sex."

"And foxes." Gabriel wrinkled his nose in disapproval, and Dean nodded in agreement, leaving Sam to grumble as he walked off.

Crowley sat on the couch and picked up the glass he'd just conjured up, sipping the contents and leaning his head back, he could finally relax...

"What is that...can I smell mint?" Crowley raised his eyebrow and turned to face the archangel next to him, currently sniffing the air.

"Uh...Yeah, I have some." Gabriel's face lit up with a huge grin as Crowley handed it to him, the demon shrugging at Deans questioning looks.

"Tell me when Gigantor gets out, I'll leave you to deal with each other, send yourselves insane..." Crowley ignored Deans mumbling as he walked into his and his brothers' room.

"So, you like mint?"

"I love it!"

"More than candy?"

"Don't make me choose!" Crowley chuckled, then gave the archangel another mint.

He had an idea. A brilliant idea. Over the days he started to leave sweets and mints everywhere he knew Gabriel would be, in a book he was looking for, his pockets, the spare room, even the dvd cupboard. Just small things to catch his attention, and it was all going well.

Until he confronted him, bloody angel.

"What is it?" They were stood in the main part of the motel room, facing each other a few feet apart.

"What's with all the candy? The mints?"

"You like them...don't you?"

"I thought you didn't want us to be together yet?" Crowley's thoughts kept suggesting things to say, 'I was lying' was the most popular, since it was kind of true.

"But...I...I do now." A blush crept up to Gabriel's cheeks, face frowning in confusion.

"You, you what?"

"I've got this feeling, that we were so close once, but I don't..." The demon sighed, the images of them running for each other, the black wings, they were like memories, clear as daylight; but he didn't remember them. He'd never had them before, it just didn't make sense.

"How do I know that you're telling me the truth?" Crowley smiled.

"By this." He threw a black shirt at the archangel, who stayed silent after catching it. "I don't know how, but I know what an angels nest is, what it represents, and..." He nodded at the clothing, "...what it's made of."

Gabriel's eyes widened as he finally caught on to what Crowley was saying, and Crowley sighed again, taking an unnecessary breath.

"I know you want to make a nest, and I understand you need a mate. Please Gabriel, choose me." Gabriel threw the shirt onto the sofa and ran towards Crowley, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"Yes...Yes I choose you, you old fool." The two chuckled, a single tear running down their cheeks. He didn't know why he had even shed one tear, he didn't know if Gabriel knew either, but neither really cared.

They didn't move except to leave a kiss at each others throats and cheeks. This was what they'd wanted, and finally, finally, they had it.