A/N: Hey ho! Okay some Sabriel AND ALL FLUFFY! For prompt 8. Hope you like it!

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The world means nothing without you

The weeks following the almost end of the world were difficult for Sam Winchester. His brother was just undoubtedly glad that their plan had worked, that the devil was dead and he still had his angel and his little brother. And Sam was very happy for him; the last time he had seen Dean this happy was… well, never. Castiel had finally realised what he felt for Dean and Dean had pulled his head out of his ass long enough to realise he felt the same. However, Gabriel was dead and Sam felt alone, especially when Dean and Cas would sit gazing at each other lovingly. This was one such night, as they camped out in another motel with peeling wallpaper and lumpy, garish beds. Cas and Dean were talking softly at the table and Sam was sat on his bed, pretending to be absorbed in his book whilst he fought the crushing loneliness. A thunderstorm raged outside, occasionally lighting up the dingy room bright blue. Castiel seemed totally unperturbed by the storm but then he was an angel and they did tend to like extravagant entrances. Then, out of the blue, came a rapid hammering on the door. Sam leapt up, grabbing his gun and Dean followed, demon knife in his hand. Cas hung back slightly but drew his own angel blade. Throwing open the door, Sam had his gun at the intruders head and Dean had the knife to his throat before they even looked who it was.

"Really, boys? You know those won't work on me." Sam thought he would never hear that voice again and he did a double take, looking at the short, sopping man who stood before them.

"G, Gabriel?" The Trickster grinned mischievously.

"Heya Sammy," came the reply and Sam stepped back, jaw open.

"You… you're alive…"

"Yeah, how'd you pull that one off?" asked Dean.

"Father. He obviously needed me still, because he must have brought me back." Sam couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He just stood there, struck dumb. Sure, he had had feelings for Gabriel before and when he died… It was awful. But now, he was alive once again. What was he going to do?

That evening, after Dean and Cas had retreated to another room to sleep and Sam and Gabriel were sat watching the TV in an uncomfortable silence, Gabriel piped up,

"I missed you, Gigantor." Sam thought he was going to burn up.

"I missed… missed you too, Gabe – Gabriel." Golden eyes softening, the archangel smiled at him.

"Gabe's fine." Watching him carefully, Gabriel slipped over to Sam and nestled up next to him, pulling Sam's arm around him. Sam thought his heart might burst but he held the angel tight. Feeling warm and safe with Gabriel in his arms, he sighed happily. The world had meant nothing with him.