"Ummm... Mr. Novak?" Came Becky's voice through his intercom. Gabriel was on an unprecedented Tetris streak and had demanded to be left unbothered. Usually Becky listened to that sort of thing, since it meant that she was left unbothered as well to do- God knew what- on her word processor, always open and waiting in the tab behind her actual work.

"Busy, Becky." Gabriel said, silently cursing as his wavered focus meant that he hadn't lined up his 'L' shaped block properly, distorting two entire lines of bricks.

"Some guy from legal is here. He said he wanted to meet with you when you had a minute."

"Legal?" Gabriel asked, pausing his game and checking his email. Zilch. No one took Gabriel seriously enough to include him in the CC of an inter department email. "Well, tell him to come back later. Or schedule an appointment or something. I'm swamped."

"I told him that and he said he'd wait."

"Wonderful. Now, stop talking to me."

"No, he's waiting" Becky almost whispered. "Here, next to my desk."

Not only was Gabriel unimportant enough to not get emails, he was hardly worth waiting an undetermined amount of time for.

"I told you" Becky hissed, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, "That I should get a chair out here."

"He's just standing there?"

"MMMM HMMMM." Becky hummed, louder now that finally Gabriel precieved the apparent importance of the situation. "He's very tall." She whispered again.

"Wait, does he have long Prada style hair and dimples?"

"Yes..." Becky said after a pause.

"Tell him to fuck himself."

"But..." Becky said, then her voice grew distant as she spoke away from the reciever. "...wait, sir, you can't go in there, Mr. Novak is very..."

The office door was swung open and the too tall, youngest Winchester stood in all his glory. Becky appeared at his elbow.

"Hey, Gabriel."

"Sam."

"Oh, you guys know each other?" Becky asked, looking between them before a light dawned in her eyes. "Oh. Oh." She nodded very seriously, "I got it, I'll see that you aren't... disturbed."

With that, Becky, also known in Gabriel's mind as the witness, left the office.

"Nice girl." Sam said, watching Becky retreat with a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"What are you doing here, Sam?" Gabriel asked, closing his game of tetris and turning his full attention to Sam. After a moment he took in the suit, well tailored, dark blue and fitting him criminally. Twenty eight and gorgeous with it, Gabriel had a hard time remembering that it had once fit in his porsche. It had once been between his legs, sucking his cock. It had once ruined everything, or simply been the single symptom that unearthed the tumor.

"I got a job," Sam said. Gabriel lifted an eyebrow, "Here. Across the hall from you guys. I have taken it yet... but... well, this is the biggest company in Lawrence. And I wanted to stay close to Dean and Cas."

"You and Cas back together?" Gabriel asked, real surprise in his voice. He hadn't seen his brother for a while, a little ashamed to have been caught out as the one of Sam's affair. Innocent and odd little Castiel sitting at home while Gabriel and Sam rolled around in the dried grass. Even Gabriel didn't like how that looked, so he didn't look at all, a well practiced strategy.

"Ah, no. Not Dean -comma- and Cas. Dean and Cas. As in-"

"Oh. Well. Good for them, then." Gabriel said, faintly amused. His smile widened as Sam smiled tightly, "Serves us right, doesn't it? Well, I think they'll be good for each other."

"You only think they'll be good for each other because we're not in the equation at all."

"Perhaps." Gabriel said. He finally pointed to the seat opposite his desk and Sam slipped into it, too graceful to be fair. Gabriel's eyes watched him unbutton his jacket as he sat, and stayed on the crisp white shirt as it was revealed. He had never seen Sam naked, all that golden skin was covered in their hurried encounters. That seemed like the most important fact of the world right now. Sam cleared his throat and Gabriel looked back up at him, unashamed.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. I haven't taken the job yet," Sam said crossing his leg casually, "I wanted to talk to you before we started working so closely together."

"Only geographically," Gabriel countered, "You're legal. I'm data processing. We'd never see each other, really."

"I don't know about that, Gabriel. Elevator rides. Late nights at the office. Christmas parties."

"Are you saying this because you want to avoid me, or because you want me to find you all those times?" Gabriel smirked, a dangerous curve of his lips, "Want me to wander into your office like a moth to the flame late at night, when everyone's gone and no one to hear us? Corner you in a stairwell under some mistletoe when you're just drunk enough to blame it on anything besides yourself?"

"I mean, I just wanted to know, how you'd feel, working so closely." Sam said, a growl on the edge of his voice. "After everything. It's not hot anymore, right? Now that the dust has settled and our brothers are alright, we are allowed be together, and wasn't that the thrill of it all? That it was naughty and wrong and oh, so dirty. I mean, it's not really hot anymore, is it?"

"I guess not." Gabriel sighed theatrically.

"But... we should probably know for certain, right?"

"Stand up, Sam." Gabriel ordered, getting up from his desk and buttoning his own suit jacket. He adjusted his tie and his cuffs. By the time he looked back up, Sam was standing, staring down at him.

Waiting for Gabriel to tell him what to do next.

"Get naked, Sam." Gabriel said cooly, "And get on my desk."

Sam hastened to obey, dropping his expensive suit, his unwrinkeld shirt to the floor like they were nothing. God, he was just as beautiful as Gabriel had imagined, his bronzed body sculpted from hours at the gym, becoming perfect just because. He started scooting backwards onto the surface of the desk, when Gabriel made a 'tsk' sound. When Sam looked back up, Gabriel was turning his finger in the air, the universal symbol to turn around.

To both of their surprise, Sam did, bending over the desk and spreading his legs. Gabriel managed an appreciative 'oh, fuck.' before he reached forward, sliding a hand down Sam's broad back. Sam keened in surprise as Gabriel's lips touched between his shoulders, rolling his spine and canting his hips upward.

"Wait," Sam whispered. Gabriel dropped to his knees behind him, and Sam's breath sped up, his knuckles whitening on the desk. "Your girl. Your assistant. Does the door lock?"

"No," Gabriel said lazily, spreading Sam's cheeks. "But you don't need to worry. Think of Becky as a gay sex guardian angel. Trust me, she knew exactly what we were going to be doing in here." Gabriel leaned forward, running his tongue in a fast, kittenish swipe against Sam's entrance. The large man's entire body shuddered. "She would die before she lets anyone inturrupt."

"That's weird." Sam said, but it was softer as he was speaking into the pile of papers on Gabriel's desk.

"Oh, trust me Sam." Gabriel said, unbuckling his belt, "That's just the beginning of how weird it's going to get in here."

Five Years Later.

"Dean." Castiel intoned. Dean hugged his pillow tighter, pretending to be asleep just a little while longer. "Dean" Castiel said again, rubbing his hand over his back. "Dean, it's Christmas morning, he won't let us sleep in much longer. He's going to make a bee line for the presents and if we aren't there... he'll open all of them."

Dean was finding it impossibly difficult to care if they came downstairs to find their four year old son in a snow pile of wrapping paper and boxes. He snuggled stubbornly deeper into the covers.

"Sam and Gabriel brought their presents over last night," Castiel reminded him, "So we could open them as a family. Gabriel. Brought presents. Gabriel."

"Ugh, there's going to be a dildo, isn't there?"

"If the past few Christmases have been any sort of indicator, then yes, probably. And while I agree that Samandriel is quite mature for his age, that isn't exactly a conversation he needs to hear just yet."

"Ok, I'm up, I'm up."

"Good." Castiel said, rolling over to go back to sleep.

"Whoa, mister." Dean said, but there wasn't any bite behind his tone. He ran his hand down Castiel's pale silhouette and tried to roll him onto his back. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I think my Christmas present should be being allowed to sleep in." Castiel said seriously, but complacently letting Dean lay him out, running his hands over Castiel's arms and pinning his wrists lightly over his head.

"And my present?" Dean breathed, his mouth only centimeters from Castiel's collarbone.

"I was going to give it to you later. Tonight."

Dean hummed in appreciation, moving his mouth down to Castiel's chest.

There was a small crash from downstairs.

"Tonight," Castiel promised again. Dean groaned and got up. Castiel smugly rolled into his warm spot and friggen purred. Dean would be annoyed if he was capable of being annoyed with Castiel at all.

The lights in the kitchen were already on and Dean was surprised to find his son sitting quietly with a cup of hot choclate in his hand, his short legs swinging under the table. At the counter stood Gabriel, tired looking, but holding sugar, so Dean knew from experience that things were looking up.

Gabriel grunted his greeting while Samandriel shouted 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' loud enough to make Gabriel wince.

"Well," Dean said, planting a kiss on Samandriel's sleep mussed head, "Merry Christmas right back at 'cha. Gabriel. Good morning."

"Your little terror caught me on the way to the bathroom." Gabriel explained. Samandriel beamed proudly.

"Uncle Sam and Uncle Gabriel had a sleep over again last night." the four year old declared.

Dean raised his eyebrows while Gabriel reached over and ruffled his nephew's hair. Dean didn't know why they bothered insisting that they both get their own space when, by midnight on the first night of any holiday; Thanksgiving, Easter, Christmas, Sam and Gabriel wound up locked in one room, coming downstairs the next morning; loose limbed and unrested.

"I see." Dean said, turning back to Samadriel, "And who made you hot chocolate with... eight marshmallows?"

Samandriel looked to Gabriel who put a finger over his lips and winked, making Samandriel puff up with the importance of their secret.

"Hey, Dean, didn't expect you up so early." Sam said, rounding the corner, much to the delighted squeal of Samandriel. Sam kissed his nephew on the head before roughing Gabriel's hair on the way to the coffee pot.

"Jesus, you two, get a room." Dean mumbled, taking the mug that Sam handed him.

They both scoffed admirably, avoiding each other's eyes.

Breakfast was a moderately enjoyable affair, at least for Samandriel and Gabriel as it consisted of doughnuts and cinnamon rolls. Sam wrinkled his nose at the sugar and simple carbohydrates but at least ate his kale in silence. Castiel managed to stumble downstairs and instead of greeting his other father, Samadriel sprinted past all the adults now that there was no longer an excuse to not open presents.

As was expected, the most expensive presents from the shopping list came from his uncles. A miniature Jeep from Gabriel and a small, handheld computer from Sam who watched nervously as the four year old pounded onto the touch screen. Castiel fell into the crook of Dean's arm as they watched their brothers and their son move on from violent rounds of fruit ninja to driving the Jeep around the back yard, Sam chasing Samandriel, trying to prevent inevitable crashes while Gabriel cheered the little guy on.

The day passed in bouts of eating, laughing and napping at least for Samandriel and Gabriel whose combined sugar highs seemed to crash at the exact same moment, both passing out on the couch not fifteen minutes into The Grinch.

After a store-bought Christmas breakfast, Sam insisted on cooking dinner and Dean only agreed because he didn't see Sam try to sneak in a Tofurkey like he did the year before. Dean tapped his brother on the shoulder as he entered the kitchen, Sam smiled as he looked over, his forarms covered with stubborn stuffing residue and grass stains on his jeans.

"Do you ever want it?" Dean asked, gesturing around his house, his kid, the husband that was almost Sam's for such a long time.

Sam looked down at the food in his hands and shrugged, smiling that Sam smile he generally did so well. The one before middle school when Sam was at his chubbiest. The one before Stanford when Sam was busy trying so hard to be anyone besides Dean and their father. The smile that Dean hadn't begun to see until two months after breaking it off with Cas. It was wide, dimples on full stun ray, and eyes crinkling up at the corner. It was Sam, uncool, nerd status, wonderful little brother, not bogged down with the idea of being a freak or an outcast. Just Sam being Sam.

"Nah." Sam said, "I mean, this is awesome, I love seeing the little guy, but, I like my life too. Sleeping on my own. Doing what I want. Independence works for me, Dean. I feel like I'm just figuring it out."

"So, you and Gabriel aren't anywhere near changing your facebook status, then?"

Sam laughed and rolled his eyes, looking to where Gabriel and a four year old were asleep after a mutual Christmas haze of toys and candy.

"I think I need to wait for Gabriel to grow up a little bit first." Sam said, "But he gets me. In all the worst ways and all the best ways. I may never be like you, Dean. No house in the suburbs. No kids in the yard. No one to wake up to. But maybe I don't want that stuff. I don't think Gabriel does either. I may spend my life going to bed with him and waking up alone and, that's not so bad. I'm alone, but I'm not lonely. That's good enough for me."

"Me too, Sammy." Dean said, patting his brother on the back. "Me too."

A little note.

Some of you may be scratching your heads about the title "Swinging on a Star."

"Swinging on a Star" was a song originally sung by Bing Crosby in Going my Way a movie that came out in 1944. In the movie, a child inturrupts his parents' dinner party, complaining about how he didn't want to go to school the next day. His father sings "Swinging on a Star" which is a song about growing up and doing things you don't want to do because if you do what you want, stay comfortable and lazy and never challenge yourself, you'll never be able to achieve your dreams.

So you see, it's all up to you.

You can be better than you are

You could be swingin' on a star.