Two months, twenty seven days

"Seriously?" Gabriel exclaims, eyes frozen to the arrangement of shampoos, conditioners, body scrubs and - his personal favorite - scented hair spray, set out on the ledge of the bathtub.

Sam shrugs, his mouth twitching ever so slightly. "Apparently."

"Well," Gabriel picks up one of the bottles, "would you like coconut dream, or perhaps you'd prefer ooh-la-la lavender?"

What was Sam's mouth twitching turns into a full-on grin as he studies another bottle in his hand. "I think my personal favorite is sensual strawberry, but that's just me, maybe you'd like to use angel food cake."

The shorter man cringes, his upper lip curling to reveal pristine teeth. "Why would you even buy that? It probably smells like asshole."

"Probably." Sam hands the bottle over to Gabe, grinning at the angel's immediate reaction to its smell.

"I lied, I'm using this."

***

For the second time that day, Gabriel can't help but upper in exasperation, "Seriously?"

"What?" Sam defensively mutters, attempting to shrink as he wraps his arms self consciously around himself. "We don't need distractions."

"Well I'd say those are a distraction." Gabriel sighs, nodding towards Sam's blue swim shorts. "You are aware that we are together together, and I have, in fact seen you naked?"

"Well yeah, but if you wanted to get out for dinner I'd assume you'd rather it be for dinner time." Sam retorts, turning the water on before Gabriel could even make a remark, leaving the angel to strip down into his (rather boring) boxers and mentally curse Sam.

***

Gabriel's day only gets better when Sam's water pressure and temperature farts out about half way through his deep conditioner treatment, leaving the angel shivering and muttering about peeing faster than the water while Sam's already changing into his pre-assigned clothes for the night.

"You almost done?" Sam asks, ripping a comb through his wet hair, trying to push the crabby archangel to the back of his mind.

"The conditioner says to leave it in for five minutes." Gabriel replies, before snorting. "Like I ever listened to anything beforehand," he steps under the water, even letting out a small squeak at it's ice cold temperature.

Meanwhile, Sam's still forcing his comb through his matted locks. He only stops when Gabriel hops out of the shower -somehow fully dressed in an old fashioned suit (complete with ruffles on the sleeves) - grinning like a maniac.

Sam just gapes as Gabe grabs the comb from him and pushes it through his own blonde hair with ease.

"Show off." He mutters, holding out his hand so that Gabe can deposit the comb back into it.

They've long since passed the so-called 'honeymoon phase,' after one short day (minus their previous flings), but truthfully neither would have it any other way.

---

Sam has to hide his grin behind his menu as Gabriel orders Shirley temple, earning a confused look from the waiter. At an expensive and high end restaurant where nothing costs under ten dollars, a Shirley temple is certainly unheard of.

"I'm sorry, did I hear you correctly?" the waiter asks with the slightest hint of snark.

"You did." Gabe confirms, "Heavy on the orange juice, please."

The waiter huffs a breath and scribbles it down-probably unsure how much they should charge for such a drink, before turning to Sam.

He was hoping to be fancy, but as soon as the waiter's turned towards him every fancy order he had in his head just freezes and fails him. " Uh, strawberry daiquiri, please."

With another exasperated look, the waiter nods and buzzes off, most likely to whine about the two idiots seated at table five. Hint: it's them.

Thankfully the service is quick, and both of them are contentedly sipping at their drinks within the next few minutes; occasionally engaging in awkward one-word conversations.

Why it's awkward, neither really knows; yet neither wants to bring it up in front of their waiter, who's taken to floating around their table.

"He's checking you out." Gabriel murmurs, glaring at the straggling waiter with wandering eyes.

"What?" Sam blushes and tries to tuck himself further into his suit, to no avail. "Why?"

"Well you're pretty hot." Gabriel replies loud enough for the waiter to hear, followed by, "And you're also my boyfriend, Winchester, so I'm allowed to say it."

"Boyfriend?" Sam parrots, ashamed at how high his voice is or how Gabe's face falls.

"I thought we've established that?" said angel questions, looking somewhat unsure of himself. "I mean we're just doing things backwards is all."

Sam snorts, shaking his head, making brief eye contact with the waiter. "Fair enough."

Once their eyes meet, the waiter buzzes off, leaving the couple to chat about the definition of backwards relationships and Gabriel's unnecessary yet highly appreciated innuendos.

---

The waiter quietly slips through the back kitchen door, the noise from outside immediately cut off in the filthy alleyway. Only another person is outside, leaning against the grungy brick wall with a cigarette in hand.

Once they notice him, they exclaim, "You're Jack, right? What're you doing? Is it your break too?"

"Break?" he whispers, before nodding.

"Cool man, I'm Ian, by the way."

Jack nods once again. "You might want to move, Ian."

"What?" the other man questions, still stepping to the side, regardless. "Why?"

There's no time for Jack to answer before the faint fluttering of wings reverberates around the little alleyway, growing louder as the figure of a woman materializes.

"Wha-" Ian doesn't finish his sentence as Jack's fingers are pressed to his temples; everything fading into black as his body drops, lifeless onto the stained concrete.

"Sorry, Ian." Jack - or more so the angel taking hold of him - half heartedly apologizes.

"Ezekiel." Naomi scolds, her eyes flitting to the young man's body. "I expect you dispose of him properly."

"Of course." He bows his head, secretly reveling at how fantastic this vessel is-attractive, young, and well-known. The perfect disguise.

"If you're done preening, we should cover why you've called me here."

"Right, of course." He takes in a breath, trying to push the real Jack's screaming thoughts out of his head. "I believe I've located the angel. He was with a Winchester."

"Why am I not surprised by now." Naomi laughs dryly, "It's going to be hard to get at him with one of the Winchester's protecting him."

"Do I separate them?" Ezekiel asks, satisfied when Naomi nods, looking satisfied.

"Yes, that'll work." She takes in her surroundings, nothing the broken beer bottles and questionable stains littering the ground. "Where are we, anyhow?"

"Behind the restaurant they've attended. I believe they're in a relationship of some sort."

Naomi thoughtfully nods. "When you find Gabriel, bring him to me. If you find the Winchester first, kill him."