This will be updated as a balance for the depressing angst of It's a Cold and it's a Broken Hallelujah. It's just sweet, and fast, and hopefully won't slip into my pattern of sad!Gabriel... it's like crack to me.

I do not own this nonsense.

Dean couldn't say he was pleased with Gabriel's last minute visit. He was loud and sugary and snarky as ever, and he just couldn't understand how Sammy could possibly be happy with such a dick... but, he was here, and he was being loud with Sammy... Dean blushed when the sound of squeaking springs reached him and a thudding headboard against the wall. He resisted the brotherly urge to burst in there, castrate that candy coated bastard and lock Sammy in an ivory tower for the rest of his life.; which would be ridiculous, since Dean had never exactly kept it down for the sake of his little brother, and it wasn't like Sam was a virgin or something.

"Sa-ammmm... oh yes, yes..."

Are you serious?

"Gabe, oh you're so damn tight"

Oh, come on, Sammy!

This was crazy. Not even Dean was this loud. He needed a drink. A big one.

"Uh... so big... Sammy samsamsam..."

Never mind.