Hey all, this is a request that i evidently completely forgot about, until I found it in my notebook. My bad, like really bad! Anyways, another amazing request from my amazing fellow, one-shot writer Louistopslilo209. Go check 'em out! Spoilers: As long as you know who the Trickster is and who Gabriel is, then you are good to go! Slight hints of Sabriel, but not intentionally. Not that I have anything against Sabriel, I just don't usually write it. 

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"Come on, Sammy?!" Gabe pleaded, for the thousandth time. 

"No, Gabriel! For the thousandth time, no!" Sam yelled in annoyance. He got up, walked to the mini fridge in the motel room, and grabbed some leftovers. "Here, eat something." he snapped, handing the food and a fork to the archangel.

"But I'm bored, and you made it so that I can't leave." Gabe complained, gesturing at the enochian symbols preventing the angel from leaving the motel room. 

"Watch the tv." Sam growled, silently cursing Dean for leaving him alone with the Trickster. 

"Tv is boring; unless, you're in it." Gabe hinted, eating the food with a grimace. "This tastes weird." he mumbled. 

"That's because it is real food, not pure sugar." Sam growled, grabbing his hotel key and leaving the room without another word. 

"Sammy?" Gabe called in surprise, looking after him curiously. "Stupid moose." he mumbled.

He got up and threw  away the food container, once he had eaten all of it. He winced, as his stomach suddenly gurgled and tossed violently. He frowned, wondering what was going on and why it hurt so much. He curled up on the bed, whimpering softly in annoyance. 

He sighed about an hour later, relieved that his stomach had calmed down. He got up, starting to pace as he waited for Sam to return.

Hours went by, leaving the angel curled up in a tight ball, in the furthest corner. He groaned weakly, feeling like there was a raging volcano in his stomach. 

Sam walked into the room, looking around for Gabriel in confusion. 

"Gabe?" he called softly, no longer angry or agitated. 

"Sammy?" Gabe groaned, from his corner.

Sam moved towards the angel in shock, immediately noticing that Gabe was drenched in sweat, very pale, and shivering in a 75 degree room. 

"Hey, you okay?" he asked in concern. He put his hand on the angel's forehead, relieved that a fever wasn't present, but he was rather clammy. 

"I's cold..." Gabe mumbled, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. He shied away from Sam's touch, looking at the hunter fearfully.

"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you." Sam said, looking at the archangel in confusion. He reached over to the nearest bed, pulling the comforter off, and covering Gabe gently. 

Gabe whimpered each time Sam touched him, his eyes wide with fear and pain. 

"Y...you...'re... a... h....hun....ter...." he slurred, coughing softly, as he started wheezing and hyperventilating. 

"Easy... easy... Breathe, Gabriel." Sam said quickly, seeing that the angel was having a panic attack. He grabbed a bottle of water, offering it to the archangel slowly. "Small sips." he instructed softly.

Gabe grabbed the water bottle shakily, taking a couple big gulps, before starting to choke on the water. He groaned, dropping the open water bottle on his lap, and clutching at his stomach. No sooner did he swallow the water, did the volcano inside him become even more aggressive. 

Sam grabbed the water bottle, before it had much of a chance to spill. He got up quickly, grabbing a few towels, before laying them on Gabe's lap to sop up the water. 

"Sam? Sam! I think something is wrong with me!" Gabe gasped frantically, suddenly aware that the younger Winchester had returned. 

Sam looked up in surprise, unsure of what to say or think. 

"What do you mean? What's wrong?" He asked the angel, immediately putting a hand to Gabe's forehead and cursing softly, as he felt a high fever brewing under the angel's skin. 

"I think..." Gabe started to say, as the water he had just drunk, poured from his mouth to the towels on his lap. 

"Whoa..." Sam jumped back in surprise, getting up, and rushed into the bathroom for the trash bin. He passed the kitchen trash can, his eyes widening as guilt washed over him. He ran back into the bedroom area, putting the bin in the angel's lap. 

"What's going on?" Gabe asked, fear written across his face. "Is my vessel broken?" he asked in a soft voice. 

"I'm so sorry, Gabe. That leftover food I gave you, was bad. It gave you food poisoning." Sam explained, feeling extremely guilty for making the angel sick. 

Gabe's eyes widened, gagging hard over the bin in his lap. "I don't understand... What is this?" he panted, pointing at the bin and himself. 

"Well... Um... you're throwing up. Basically, your stomach is mad and is forcing you to expel its contents in a really painful and gross way." Sam explained sadly, scooping up the angel and moving him to the bathroom in front of the toilet. 

"I don't like this..." Gabe groaned, leaning into Sam as he shivered out of control. The tile floor was extremely cold, against his overheated body. He clenched his jaw, fighting against his body's urge to gag again and again.

"Gabe, stop that! Do not swallow it down!" Sam said firmly, causing Gabe to shudder weakly. "Throw up, or I will make you." He warned the angel.

Gabe glared at Sam, as if to dare the man to do something. He gagged hard, feeling his stomach churn angrily. 

Sam sighed softly, applying pressure on the angel's stomach.

Gabe gasped, gagging harshly, but kept his jaw clamped shut. He looked at Sam, begging him to stop, as the putrid water in his stomach shot up his nose and down the front of his shirt. 

Sam gasped softly, rubbing the angel's back gently. "Open your mouth; it will hurt less." he said gently, noticing blood on the angel's shirt. 

Gabe opened his mouth slightly, trying to breathe through the pain. He inhaled softly, gasping as the food from earlier shot up his throat, making an audible splash in the toilet. 

"That's it. Let it out." Sam encouraged gently, knowing the angel was not happy. 

Gabe groaned softly, vomiting harshly back to back, until he was left dry heaving. He hung his head over the toilet, blood dripping from his nose into the mess he had just made. 

"Ah man, its okay, that bleeding will stop shortly." Sam promised gently, reaching around the angel to flush the toilet. 

Gabe sat silently, shaking weakly, as the slight jarring sent him gagging. "Not again..." he groaned weakly, lurching forward and retching aggressively. 

"Slow, deep breaths." Sam encouraged, rubbing Gabe's back in slow and gentle circles. 

Gabe wheezed softly, grabbing some toilet paper and blew his nose, sighing softly in relief that most of the blood was gone. He leaned back against Sam, trying to keep his breathing calm and slow. 

"Is it over?" he asked hoarsely, wincing as talking hurt his raw throat. 

"I'm not sure, how's your stomach feel?" Sam asked gently, wrapping the comforter around the shaking angel once again.

"Hurts... really bad...." Gabe admitted, curling into himself as his stomach gurgled loudly. 

Sam sighed gently, lifting the angel up to stand beside the toilet. "The next round isn't going to be easy; drop your pants and sit down on the toilet... like ASAP." he instructed quickly, removing the blanket from the angel's shoulders. 

Gabe did as he was told, dropping his pants and sitting down on the toilet, just in time for his bowels to evacuate and startle him. He looked at Sam horrified, whimpering weakly, as goosebumps popped up all over his skin. 

"I know, its awful. Its the vessel's way of getting rid of everything bad in your system. Throwing up and diarrhea are quite common for food poisoning." Sam explained, standing awkwardly nearby. "Should I leave?" he asked, unsure if the angel wanted this situation witnessed. 

Gabe shook his head, groaning and whimpering as his body purged aggressively. "No... stay... please..." he panted, grabbing Sam's hand and squeezed it weakly. 

Sam squeezed the angel's hand, sitting down on the tub's edge to be closer to the angel. 

Gabe gagged softly, grabbing the bin anxiously, bringing up nothing at all. He closed his eyes, leaning against Sam's shoulder, too exhausted to stay upright as his vessel continually emptied itself. 

Sam and Gabe dozed off between bouts, the hunter supporting the weakened angel against him. 

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Dean walked into the motel room, gasping in horror when he was hit by the smell of sickness. He moved to the bathroom immediately, smiling in relief when he saw it wasn't Sam that was so sick. 

"Sammy?" He asked softly, looking down at the angel and hunter sound asleep on the bathroom floor. 

Sam opened his eyes, tensing slightly, causing Gabe to groan in discomfort. 

"Shh... sh..." he said to the angel, feeling him relax and fall back to sleep. "Hey Dean, you okay? What time is it?" he asked his brother, in concern. His eyes scanned over his brother, looking for signs of bleeding.

"About 3 a.m. I'm good, its safe for Gabe to leave now... What happened here?" Dean asked, looking at the archangel curiously. 

"I gave him food poisoning, because I was too mad to notice that the leftovers were bad." Sam admitted guiltily, pulling the comforter tighter around Gabe. 

"Oh wow... Looks like you took good care of him though..." Dean said proudly, mentally laughing that his brother had to go through this situation. 

Sam nodded slowly, yawning as he flipped Dean the bird. "I know, you are laughing at me." He said tiredly.

Dean chuckled softly. "Go back to sleep, little brother." he said, smiling as, he retreated to his own bed and fell asleep. 

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Turns out, Gabriel didn't just have food poisoning... He ended up passing the flu to the boys and stayed to help take care of them too. 

Hope you enjoyed this one-shot, and again I am so sorry for it's late nature. As always: vote, comment, and request away!