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Two months, twenty seven days

Groaning, Sam rolls over, freezing when he finds his bed occupied by someone else. His tired eyes snap open, only to find none other than the Gabriel; his golden eyes half-lidded but all the same watching Sam with interest.

"You talk in your sleep." He quietly points out, "What were you dreaming about anyhow?"

"I-uh, don't know." Sam replies, noting in disappointment that the angel's wings have been tucked away, no longer visible. "How did we get here?"

"I drove us."

"Did I just...fall asleep?"

"I guess you did in the car." Gabe replies with a shrug. "Want some breakfast?"

"I'll make it." Sam blurts, stretching with a yawn, groaning when his feet hang off the edge of the warm bed. He lazily covers his face with his arm, before jerking violently as something - or more like someone - licks his toes.

"Arizona!" Gabriel chastises, smiling down at the confused looking dog at the foot of Sam's bed. "That's not very tasty."

The dog tilts his head, as if saying 'what do you know,' before trotting off to the kitchen, where she'll expectantly sit and wait for Sam to feed her.

And she only has to wait six minutes, before a very tired Sam Winchester pours her some dog food (a little too much, but who's counting?), grumbling about pancakes - which they're fresh out of.

So, raisin bran out of a mug it is, Sam decides, bringing his sorry excuse for a breakfast back to his room, where Gabriel's thumbing through a magazine.

"Y'know Brangelina's gonna break up?" he absently says in greeting as Sam sits beside him, wondering if he'd crush the smaller man if he were to lean on him. "And no, you won't crush me."

"Thanks, jackass." Sam mutters, flopping entirely on Gabriel. "Stop reading my thoughts."

"Stop reading my thoughts." Gabriel parrots sarcastically, "I can't help it, you're practically screaming at me."

"No I'm not." Sam grumbles.

"Yeah, you are."

"Are not."

"Are too."

"Seriously, Gabe? You're starting this?" Sam sighs in exasperation, "I grew up with Dean, I'm the king of whining competitions."

"I'm an angel. I could put you to sleep and therefore be the victor." Gabriel triumphantly replies, wondering how him and Sam are ever going to work out, before realizing that the uncertainty he feels is completely natural and somewhat enthralling.

"That's cheating." Sam interrupts his thoughts, bringing a smile to the angel's face.

"Sure is."

They sit in silence for a few seconds, the only sound being Sam lazily chomping on raisin bran - or as Gabriel more fondly knows it as - the best laxative since prune juice.

"So," Sam starts quietly, "what can we do today?"

Gabriel heaves a sigh, before resting his head atop Sam's. "Grocery shopping, I guess? And then maybe a movie?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"If that's what you want to make it-then yes, I am, Sam Winchester."

* * *

Sam has never considered that a trip to the supermarket could ever be fun, but when you're with an ancient archangel who doesn't know the function of automatic doors, it immediately becomes a hundred times more fun.

"They're stupid as dicks." Gabriel mumbles, rubbing his forehead from where he had walked into the door.

"You don't run at them, Gabriel!"

"Well maybe I do." He defensively responds, before noticing the free samples table and promptly rushing over.

Sam debates hightailing it for the hills now; before realizing that he already has a basket full of all natural, gluten free food that he specifically chose, and that to take it is probably considered theft.

So he just sucks it up as he walks toward Gabriel, who's sneaking the little bread sticks off the sample table when the lady there isn't looking.

"Jesus." He mutters, miraculously now interested in a box of crackers on the store shelf.

"I got us some dinner tonight." Gabe whispers from beside Sam, who turns to find none other than the archangel, complete with a coat overflowing with bread sticks.

"Gabriel," he hisses, "that's stealing."

"It's just in case our date goes badly." He reassures, snorting at the confused look on the employee's face when she turns back to find an empty table.

"What." Sam growls, before grabbing Gabe's arm and dragging him away, only dropping two of the seemingly infinite supply of bread sticks. The employee shouts something but by then Gabe's already out the door and Sam's crouching in the checkout line.

As quickly as a bat out of hell, Sam exits the store to find a smug looking archangel leaning on his Prius; complete with a lollipop seemingly conjured out of thin air.

"Sambo!" he greets, reminding Sam more of the merciless Trickster than the - literal - angel he'd grown to know.

Nodding in response, he dumps the groceries in the back, before making his way around the front of the car to the driver's seat; maybe pushing past Gabriel a little too hard on purpose-and acting completely innocent when the lollipop slips out of the angel's hand and plummets to the ground.

Well, plummets is more of an exaggerated word, but nothing is more exaggerated than Gabriel's slightly delayed reaction. It takes two seconds for it to click in his mind, before he gasps dramatically and angrily snatches the lollipop back up.

"Please tell me you're not eating that." Sam mutters, all the while his mind is asking him 'you kissed that man?'.

"Of course not." Gabe snaps, sounding a few shades off of mildly ticked, to which Sam shrugs. He completely expects the angel to be irritated, after all he can't poof up another lollipop.

What he doesn't expect is the angel to hold up the lollipop in front of Sam's face, before mashing the spit-covered candy into his hair.

A second passes, before; "Gabriel."

"Sam." His voice is at least twenty times higher than usual in anticipation of the moose's reaction.

"Are you shitting me." Sam doesn't sound defeated, but instead his voice takes on a disappointed parental tone.

"Uh...no?" apparently this is the very wrong response, or maybe very right, depending on how one would look at it; because in the next two seconds, Sam's grabbing Gabriel by his jacket and pulling him into an almost painful kiss.

Gabriel stiffens automatically in response, his arms locking on to the dashboard and seat-thank God for the fact that Gabriel is currently waning in power, or else the car would have been a goner right then and there.

"Sam, wha-" He manages the second their lips are apart, trying to pull back some only to have his face pulled back to smash noses with Sam-but not on account of the Hunter.

No, this is by far worse than either of them can imagine, although quite entertaining for anyone that isn't the two of them. After all, two idiots kissing in a friggen PT Cruiser deserve to have their hair stuck together via lollipop.

"What did you do?" Gabe all but shrieks, grunting in pain when Sam tries to pull their hair apart; only resulting in an aching nose for himself, courtesy of the angel's forehead.

"What did I do? Why did you put the lollipop in my hair?"

"Why'd you kiss me?"

"Why did you have a lollipop?"

"Why'd you knock it out of my hands?"

"What are you two doing?" the question is from neither of them, but the familiar voice is practically music to Sam's ears.

"Jo! Don't ask, just help." Sam whines, letting out an umph of pain as Gabe tries to turn and see the famous Johanna Beth Harvelle. Sam can see her perfectly from here if he tries not to focus on Gabriel's nostrils so freakishly close to his eyes-breathing in them. Her hair is the same shade of dirty blonde, but this time it's put up in a messy bun.

"Is that...lollipop?" she asks with a stupid grin, still standing with her head in the passenger seat's window. "Cotton candy lollipop?"

"Does it matter?" Sam grunts, sighing in relief as Jo rolls her eyes and trots off toward the store.

"Well that was unexpected." Gabriel quietly remarks, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

"I'm going to end you."

Gabriel nervously laughs. "Well, end is a little bit exaggerated, don't you think?"

"End. You." Sam growls through clenched teeth, surprised to find Jo already on her way back, a jar of peanut butter in her hand. "Oh no."

"Oh no what?" Gabriel doesn't turn around this time for fear of Sam literally killing him.

Sam doesn't have time to respond before Jo is throwing open his door and crawling all over him, bony elbows jabbing him in all the wrong places. Gabe just watches, horrified, as she unscrews the lid of the jar and just...smothers their hair in the greasy peanut butter. Sam whimpers and Gabriel squeaks as she grabs each of their faces and yanks them apart, ripping out a significant amount of each of their hair.

"Ouch! Jo!" Sam yelps, rubbing his scalp. Gabriel copies his action, hoping that whatever hair he lost isn't noticeable.

"You're welcome." She dryly responds, before sliding out of the car. "You can keep the P.B, however."

"Thanks." Sam tosses the jar in the back, trying to ignore how disgustingly crusty his hair feels.

"So," Jo leans against the car, "I gotta be quick, but are you and your boyfriend going to Dean's wedding early?"

"My - what?" Sam squeaks, barely noticing how Gabriel pouts his lip or crosses his arms at his words.

"Boyfriend," she nods at Gabriel. "I mean, you are dating, right?"

"Yes." Gabriel snaps, aggressively grabbing Sam's hand. "He's my boyfriend."

She nods again, "But what time are you leaving at?"

Seeing that Sam barely knows anything about the wedding, he just shrugs, hoping that he doesn't screw himself over with his words. "Definitely early."

"Okay, same." She winks at the two, "And don't forget you're in charge of the gift from us, I've already ordered it and it'll be here within the next two weeks. You just need to pick it up."

"Ah, okay, right." Sam feels like he's digging his own grave, "But where, exactly? I've forgotten."

"Where the hell do you pick up your mail?" she snaps sarcastically, "Because mine goes to the postal office like everyone else's."

Sam just nods, frowning at the overwhelming smell of peanut butter and candy floss filling the car. "So, uh, we're going to get going, we, er, have a date tonight."

Jo narrows her eyes, before nodding and stepping back. "Sure, sure, see you 'round, Sam and company."

"Gabriel!" the angel shouts as they pull away from Jo, before turning his attention to Sam. "That date still in order?"

"I'm showering first."

"Can I join you?"

"No." Gabe sighs and shrinks down in his seat, his eyes glued to the road ahead. He barely hears Sam's other words, before he repeats them again. "Fine, but only to conserve water."