By the time they all made it back to the base camp in the other dimension, Sam was still thanking his lucky stars that Gabriel had made it away from the angels when he’d scouted ahead. If everything else wasn’t enough, he knew he was really rounding  the bend of crazy for all the times he’d thanked Lucifer in his head for vaporising the lot of them. He never thought he’d thank Lucifer for anything after his time in the cage with him, but here he was.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked Gabriel again, following him across the camp into the empty car lot.

“Yes, Sam. Can you focus on your mother or something? For dad’s sake, worry about Rowena or Charlie or literally anything besides me.”

“Sorry for giving a shit.”

Gabriel sighed and stopped walking, turning back to face him. “It’s more than just regular ‘being worried’ and you damn well know it.”

“Well not everyone can be you. You didn’t even give a shit when the vamps got me.”

Gabriel’s jaw clenched. “Fuck you. You think I didn’t care? Of course I fucking cared! I love you, and I sure as hell don’t want you dead, but that’s never going to be enough for you, is it? Because you’ve apparently lost the ability to care about things a normal, healthy amount. It’s not my fault that you just can’t deal with the fact that my life doesn’t fucking revolve around you the way yours has seemed to revolve around me since I came back! I’d hoped you starting something up with Rowena would mean you’d back off a bit, but apparently not, because—” 

"I'm in love with you, you fucking idiot!" Sam interrupted. "I don't give a fuck about her. I just wanted…" his voice dropped to a whisper. "I wanted to touch her where you did, I wanted to feel any trace of you that might be left — I just want you Gabriel. Only you — any part of you, any way I can have it."

"Sam…" Gabriel's eyes were wide. "This—"

"I just want you to myself, I would do that for you! It can't be that fucking hard for you to do!"

"Sam, stop it," Gabriel snapped. "I don't know what you want me to tell you!" He put his hand up to stop Sam from speaking. "No, actually I know what you want me to say. I don't know what to truthfully say.

"This is what I fucking mean by your life revolving around me. This wasn't our agreement! I was very clear from the beginning that if we were going to see each other, I wasn't going to stop seeing other people as well! I've asked again and again and again if that was still okay with you, and every time you've lied. I should have never agreed to this — I knew going in that it was a bad idea, that you weren't really comfortable with this, but I ignored that and look where it's gotten us!

"I’m always going to be polyamorous, I'm not going to try and change that just because you're not! We aren't a match, Sam! This can't work! I'm not willing to sacrifice a part of myself and my happiness, and you apparently cannot be happy in an open relationship! You've become obsessive and possessive, and it's not good for either of us!

"Why are you pushing so hard to make this work? It's been broken since before it even started! I like you, okay? I enjoy your company, but this was a bad idea. The best parts of our relationship relied on you asking me to lie to you about how I felt! That's insane, Sam, and I should've put my foot down in the beginning. This could never be healthy!"

"What— are you fucking leaving?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Sam! Yes I'm fucking leaving, and I should've left earlier, or better yet never started this in the first place!"

"Gabe, please. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, but—"

"No, Sam! This is fucked up and it's only hurting you worse every time I decide to stay! This," he gestured between the two of them, "cannot continue. You've got to let it go and stop obsessing."

He turned and headed back toward the middle of the camp.

"Gabe, please, I'm in love with you — I meant that when I said it."

"No you're not!" He yelled, whirling back to face him. "You’re in love with an idea of me that doesn’t exist! You’re in love with a nonexistent version of me that hinges entirely on you lying to yourself and begging me to lie to you too!" 

He strode away before Sam could respond.