I LITERALLY CAN'T WAIT FOR MEH BABIES TO COME BACK! MALEC ALL THE WAY BABY!

(I miss Harry's cute little face 😄)

Fair warning... I don't even know what this is. It's sort of an au with an oc but not and has a strange plot and... yeah. You'll see what I mean soon.

Um... dark snowman, I guess? ⛇

For everyone that's stuck with me this far or has somehow managed to read all of these in order or whatever you did to get to this, thank you so freaking much! I really can't say it enough how much it means to me.

"And then he told me that he was going to marry Aphrodite the next month and that I was just a fling to get it out of his system!" she bawled. "I mean, I get that he's a god so it's better than trying to create something stable with me, but for us to break up after her asking if I was his sister was not called for!"

Gabe sighed and let his little sis curl up against him, her body wracked with sobs. She continued to mumble into his chest and he pet her purple and blue hair in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

"That scumbag doesn't know who he was talking to," he murmured, hugging her. "Ares is just a douche. And you know," he drawled, an idea forming into his head. "I have something to cheer you up."

She drew away, sniffling, stormy eyes like glass. "What?"

Gabe's grin widened like a Cheshire cat's. In turn, she mustered a small smile. "You'll see."

***

Sam wasn't in a very good mood. Gabe hadn't been here all week. Sure that didn't sound like much, but when you're hardcore crushing on an archangel but can't tell  archangel when all you want to do is kiss his freaking adorable face all the time, it makes one very grouchy.

He cursed himself for getting attached. Thank you, oh Heaven above and Hell below, for creating Gabriel. Note the heavy sarcasm.

Dean was resting in an armchair when Sam tossed himself onto the loveseat, face down. He rolled over, a frown on his face, to stare at the ceiling.

If you can't imagine that, just think about your OTP doing something idiotic and now you kinda wanna hurt something. You'll basically act like Sam.

"What's gotten your knickers in a knot?" Dean asked, taking his eyes off of his laptop.

Sam didn't answer. He continued to glare at the ceiling like it had just kicked his puppy and taken pictures with a Polaroid.

"Ohhhh." Dean wiggled his eyebrows, making mock bedroom eyes at his little brother. "You miss the angel, don't you?"

Sam raised his hand, still not looking away from his focus point, and slowly flipped him off. No words were uttered, once again.

Dean laughed. "Sammy, it's only been a week. Besides, didn't he say he had family matters?" He cocked his head to the side in a way that was way too close to Cas.

He needed to grow a pair and shove that guy against a wall or something.

"Yeah, but since when was he close to any of his siblings?" Sam retorted lowly. He didn't mean to sound rude, he just really freaking missed his angel.

The blonde sighed. "Look, I'm sure he'll be back in no time.

He snorted. "Totally."

It was only five minutes of awkward silence before the door swung open. "YOU WHO, FAMILY!"

"Was that a Frozen reference?" asked Dean, wrinkling up his nose.

Gabe waltzed in, a girl behind him. Sam felt himself narrowing his eyes at her, but quickly forced them to go back to normal. He was NOT jealous. Nope.

"Of course it was!" Gabe bubbled brightly. He pulled the girl up next to him. "I actually need a favor from you two. Remember when I had to leave because of family problems?"

Sam held in a sigh and Dean shot him a smirk and an "I told you so" look.

"Yeah," Dean answered for his brother.

"Well," he began, motioning to the girl. "This is my little sis, Neveah."

Oh. Sam's heart instantly stopped pounding as hard, calming down, and the weight lifted off of his shoulders. Even that weird feeling in his chest subsided.

"You don't need all of the details, but you two are going out drinking," Gabe finished. He looked over at Sam as he did.

Neveah's eyes widened. "Wait. Does that mean you're turning me loose?" she asked hopefully, looking up at her brother.

Gabe laughed nervously. "Yeah, but so help me if you repeat what happened last time, I'll ban you for life."

"Hey," she declared, "I'm a changed angel." With that, she snapped her fingers and they were standing outside of a bar.

***

Neveah hadn't been this excited in a few months, since she and that stupid god had broken up. This was her night of fun, and in her night of fun, Sabriel would be canon.

Her brother had always been there for her. Now it's time for her to repay the favor.

Anyone with eyes could see that Sam and Gabe were in love. They were worse than Dean and Cas on occasion.

Don't ask how she knows. She'll never tell willingly.

"Come on, Dean!" Neveah giggled out. "I'm gonna drink you under the table."

Dean laughed and allowed her to pull him inside, not knowing that he was about to become a key part of her plan.

***

Sam didn't really like being here drinking. But then again, he didn't mind watching people get drunk. Some of them were fairly funny, and it turned out Neveah was one of them.

He just wished she'd stop making so many band puns.

"HELLO BROOKLYN, HEY LA!" she sang obnoxiously from the top of the bar. Her black heels clicked on the counter. No one seemed eager to tell her off, more that they were encouraging her or were so involved in their own drunkenness to focus on her.

Dean was giggling beside him, his green eyes welling with tears from his intense laughter. He was drunk out of his mind, and he still held a shot of whiskey.

He was chatting up Cas, who was likewise drunk, smiling like a ninny. The two of them were flirting up a storm. They looked at each other as if they were food. He wouldn't be surprised if they ended up screwing by the end of the night.

Sam was, needless to say, wildly uncomfortable to sit here.

He had lost sight of Gabriel, much to his sadness. He hated to admit - REALLY hated to - but the stupid archangel had grown far too much on him.

Ok, fine. Sam fell in love with him. Happy?

It killed him inside that Gabe wouldn't ever feel the same way. He was a Trickster and a celestial being, after all.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. Depressing himself with these thoughts, however true they were, wasn't good.

"Yo, barkeep!" he called down the row. The chick nodded to him. "Row of the black stuff!"

To be honest... Sam didn't know what the black stuff was. But, the girl knew and soon he was gazing at shots of some black liquid.

"Getting drunk, Samalamadingdongditching?" cooed Neveah, plopping into... Dean's seat? Not anymore, anyways.

"Might as well," he muttered. Since I'm not doing anything - or anyone - else.

She giggled. "Well I have a way to get you what you want," the angel told him, nodding his head.

He stared at her.

"Look, I might act like a kid when I'm drunk," she pointed out, "but I'm the best matchmaker in the business, and if you don't believe me, ask any Cherub. I got a plan if you want it."

Sam sighed. This was probably going to end super badly... but oh what the hell?

"Sure."

Dis was longer than I intended it to be.

I really wanna make a joke, but I ain't gonna because I'll be internet slapped.

Well, Dev already wants to internet slap me. And cage me? Idk. I just don't bother questioning it anymore.

Anyways, part two coming soon to a Wattpad near you!