I'm back fuckers, did ya miss me?
In all seriousness I've been neglecting this story but right now it's two am and I'm really delirious so I probably won't remember writing any of this so please accept this offering while I can create it

Squiggles ~~~~~~~~~~~

The camera pans into an image of earth, slowly zooming in unti- wait, sorry here it is.

You know what? In all Sam had seen of Gabriel, sleeping was the last thing he expected of him. The archangel was curled up in a ball, snoring away at the foot of Sam's bed like some heavenly dog (the goodest boy if you ask me)

So Sam did what any pining mom friend would do and shifted him around so he was laying normally and tucked him in. It was really a very tender moment it's a shame Gabriel was unconscious otherwise Sabriel in this story would've started right here.

So back on topic, after Sam's work was done he headed downstairs where he saw Adam and Samandriel sitting together eating cereal. "Pure," he thought to himself, heading to the kitchen to go make himself an egg and probably a screwdriver cocktail.

He paused on his way and turned back to look if Samandriel was actually eating. Sure he'd seen angels eating but Samandriel was so incredibly new to Earth that Sam didn't think he would be willing to eat anything.

"Morning, Sam," Adam said just loud enough for Sam to hear.

Sama looked up from his cereal to make eye contact as he said "Good morning, Sam," before digging right back into his Special K if anyone remembers last chapter.

"Morning," Sam replied automatically to them both, the sight of Samandriel eating still incredibly bizarre to him. "Is that my cereal?"

Adam made eye contact for ten seconds before quickly saying, "No,"

Yeah that was his cereal. Fuck.

The author threw her head back and cried "Mood!"

Deep in hell, Lucifer lay sobbing in Micheal's lap as the older archangel lightly stroked his hair. "Mikey make her stop," he whined.

I'm sorry Lucifer. I cannot do that.

Anyway, Sam did end up making that egg and that screwdriver but after one sip he remembered how horrible vodka is and decided to save the rest for Gabe. Because its sweet and alcoholic like Sam.

I really hope you people read this in an emotionless deadpan its way funnier that way.

The middle Winchester sat near his half-brother and half-brother's unofficial boyfriend to eat his breakfast in the relative silence provided by Adam and Sama crunching away in silence.

And then a very loud yawn cut that to shreds as Dean made an entrance followed so closely by Cas they might as well have been one person. "Mornin' Sammy, Hey Adam, Alfie," he greeted sleepily, making his way to the kitchen.

"Its Sama," Samandriel corrected to absolutely no effect and bitterly went back to his food, grumbling quietly in enochian about respecting your elders or something I'm not fluent in eldritch abomination.

As Dean made himself some toast before he would join the little breakfast party and Cas just stood near him probably supervisingor some other "I'm not gay I swear" type bull shit, Sam stared into the void and Adam stared at Samandriel.

The angel shoveled his food into his mouth with about as much restraint as a starving dingo given a f r e s h carcass.

Even so he was still the most adorable being on earth.

Wait.

Fuck.

Holy shit.

The reality of his situation slammed into him like a pick up truck full of corpses (why corpses? No idea just go with it.)

Well, I guess Adam really was a Winchester now because he sure as hell was in love with this angel.