(continuation of x)
Sam spun around on his heel when he heard Gabriel and was back at his side in an instant, half afraid to let the smile he felt twitching at the corners of his lips free, in case this was just a fluke. “Gabriel?” He asked gently, prompting the angel to speak. “Hey…”
Sam reached out, gently cupping Gabriel’s chin in his hand and turning his head a little, and was met with the same glossy eyes and blank expression. He dropped his hand and he stayed there for a moment, watching Gabriel for any sign, any inkling, that he realized he was out of danger here, before finally rising to his feet and walking away feeling deflated.
He didn’t notice that Dean had witnessed almost the entire exchange between his brother and Gabriel just then, and Dean would go to his grave with that secret. His heart went out to his little brother, he knew what that felt like, he’d experienced with Castiel too many times to count now. Dean walked away quietly, and remade his entrance, louder this time, so Sam would know he was up. ”Any luck with Captain Tricksterpants over there?” He asked Sam.
The younger Winchester chanced a look over at the angel and shook his head gently, trying not to let on how disappointed he was over this fact. “Nothing so far. But I haven’t really been around him much.” He lied. “Been trying to get ahold of your angel, maybe he could help us.”
Dean sputtered for a moment - blinking and opening and closing his mouth like a fish - and it gave Sam a silly kind of satisfaction to get his brother like that. But much to his disappointment, Dean ended up saying nothing about it and moved on. “What are you thinking you’re gonna do with him?”
Sam shrugged, eyes flickering over to Gabriel again. “Dunno. Just.. wait, I guess. See what happens.”
"And if nothing happens?"
A small shake of the head was all Sam gave as a reply for a moment. He didn’t want to think about it, if he were being honest with himself. “If nothing happens, then we’ll decide what to do with him when we decide ‘nothing’ is the verdict.”
Dean said nothing more on the subject, and decided to move onto something else. “So, you get anything on Cas?”
"Nothing. Figure he’s busy with other stuff right now."
His brother seemed to reluctantly accept this, and grumbled to himself about Castiel while he made himself something to eat.
Sam eventually got up and found himself next to Gabriel again while Dean ate, unknowing why, really. He couldn’t really tear himself away from his side for too long without worrying.