Guys, I know I say it a lot, but thank you guys so much. I really wouldn't be writing these weird things that come from my teenage fangirl mind without you guys commenting and voting. Mostly commenting because that just makes me so much happier than I am.

I saw someone add this book to a reading list and almost cried. That's how much y'all mean to me.

And hey, you guys are freaking cool! You all get most of my references *wipes away tear*

Enough of this chick flick moment, though (even though I love chick flicks like seriously thank Chuck for Hallmark in October). Let's get back to the story that was supposed to be a oneshot but wasn't. Like most of my stuff.

Gabe wasn't necessarily the happiest with how the night was going. Seriously, do you see the space next to him? Hello, saved for the moose!

But the moose was too busy with his sister to talk to him.

He understood that Neveah was hurt and that she was doing her best to cope, but she didn't have to go and steal his man!

Gabe scrunched up his face and took another shot, kicking it back as fast as he could. He wasn't going to get drunk, but he sure as hell wasn't staying sober.

From his spot at the end of the bar, he could clearly see Sam smiling away with Neveah, his almost country like style clashing with her punk rock image. His stupidly lovable features were bright along side hers, thoroughly enjoying the angel's company.

It made him sick.

That's it. He's down with the sickness. Consider him thoroughly disturbed.

Gabe frowned, glaring at them. He was so caught up with staring at them, he didn't notice his wasted brother come up behind him.

"Have ya seen, Dean, Gabby-Gabey?" he slurred, looking alarmed. "He was here one sec, and gone the next."

Gabe shook his head. "Sorry, Cassie. No Deano around this part of the bar." Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Dean since Neveah came to sit next to Sam.

Cas pouted and stumbled off. The archangel watched him go, chuckling as the drunk bumped into people and started striking up conversations. He was a fun drunk, that one.

"Hey there, hot stuff," giggled a girl suddenly. Gabe turned his whiskey gaze on a girl that stood a good four inches below him in flat shoes. She was wearing a black leather jacket over a navy dress, tight to her skin and showing off her breasts. Her dirty blonde hair bounced in curls, green eyes shimmering.

Why did she look so familiar?

"Hi," he greeted awkwardly. The man shifted his attention back to the youngest Winchester.

The lady tsked. "If ya wanted to gain his attention, you got to go about this a different way."

He looked back at her, raising an eyebrow. "And how would you know?"

She snorted. "I've laid a fair amount of ladies in my life," she bragged, not unkindly. "Trust me when I say I know how to get to someone."

"This isn't just getting laid," Gabe muttered. Normally he wouldn't tell such things, but he needed to vent. "I fell in love with him."

He blinked and frowned, tilting his head. "You're a lesbian?"

Her features flashed with surprise. "Yeah," she answered quickly, almost like she was unsure. "So you love him?"

"More than anything." He sighed.

Her eyes flickered like his words confirmed something. "Then I still have one way for you," she told him, giving him a knowing and devious smile. "Do you trust me?"

"What kind of question is that?"

An eyeroll was presented to him. "Just follow my lead and I promise that guy will be yours."

Slowly, Gabe nodded.

She pushed herself up to his level, balancing on the tips of her toes. Giving him a reassuring smile, she braced her hands on his thighs and kissed him.

He wanted to pull away. It felt wrong, terrible even. It wasn't that she was a bad kisser, but that she shouldn't be the one he was kissing.

And yet, he only pulled her closer.

***

Sam saw Gabe out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't alone. A blonde girl was smashing her lips against his... and he was kissing back.

In that instant, his heart was to pieces. His cheeks flushed red with anger and jealousy, eyes narrowed to slits. That little bitch needed to die.

"Sam?" Neveah asked beside him, making his gaze surge to hers.

He didn't answer, instead putting a hand on her chair and swiveling it. She gasped at the sight before her and quickly faced him again with a dark look.

"If that's how my bro's gonna be," she declared, "then you're jsut going to have to show him a thing or two." With that, she snaked an arm around his neck. "Time to dance, Sammy boy."

He sighed, casting one last glance at Gabe (who he didn't know was watching him by this point) before grabbing her by her choker and kissing her.

Neveah was surprised by his insistency, but quickly steadied herself and kissed back.

Suddenly Sam didn't care anymore. He kissed her with what he had, pouring all of his anger and fear into it. He had gone too far and he knew it.

But so had Gabe.

***

Gabe and Sam were back at the bunker, both of them fuming. They both were quiet bodies stuffed with anger, not willing to even look at the other. Neveah had told them to work out their issues, forgetting that she, herself, had lent a hand in creating them, so they were alone.

Gabe sat on the couch, his face scrunched and arms folded. His whiskey eyes were nearly a chocolate with the emotion swirling intensively behind them.

Sam layed opposite, facing the other way. His jaw was locked, set out in his pissy mood. He was glaring daggers at the wall as if it had personally offended him.

"Why are you so mad that I kissed her?" Gabe muttered finally, lowly.

"Because she was a whore," Sam snapped. He wasn't even going to veil his madness a bit.

The archangel pursed his lips. "Well you made out with my sister!"

"Not like I wanted to!"

"Oh, yeah?" Gabe stared at him, incredulous. "Then why'd you kiss her?"

Sam defended, "She kissed me!"

The shorter man rolled his eyes, not believing the story. "Sure."

"The only reason we were kissing was because of you and that slut!"

Gabe set his jaw. "What's it even to you?"

Sam had had it. His face red with anger, he shoved himself to his feet and stomped up to Gabe, gripping his collar tight and raising him up so that they were eye to eye. The angel gave him a defiant look, unafraid and willing to stand his ground.

"I wanted it to be me," the hunter growled out, his eyes darkened.

Gabe's own widened. "What?"

Sam shook his head and let go, letting the angel stand there by the couch as he paced the room with a sigh. He passed a hand over his face.

"I fell for you, okay?" Sam finally breathed out. "I was jealous of her and Neveah picked up on it."

Gabe's mind whirled. This moose of a man, so dedicated to his family and humanity, loved him?

He took a step forward, putting his hand on Sam's chest, making him come to a gentle stop. Gabe's whiskey eyes, soft and caring, met with a forest of hazel.

"I love you, too," he whispered, smiling. Not a smirk, but a real smile.

Sam's gaze bored into his own for a moment, and then Gabe's back was against the wall, the hunter smashing their lips together. He brought Gabe's legs up to wrap around his waist as his hand crept up to cup his face, the angel's own arms wrapping around Sam's neck, fingers tangled in his hair.

Kissing Sam was a wildfire. The taller man's lips were rough against Gabe's, but were soft in texture. His hair was like silk under his finger tips. He couldn't help but drag himself closer, feeling the heat roll off of Sam in waves.

Kissing Gabe was like a concert. He was loud, his voice breaking through their kiss every so often as the angel pressed them together with a passion only he possessed. His lips were candy, sweet with the smallest tart.

They were both lost in each other. So lost, in fact, that neither of them noticed a now sober Cas standing in the doorway beside Neveah... and the lady Gabe had kissed until Cas cleared his throat, making them split apart.

"I told you, Dean!" Neveah cooed with a laugh.

The other lady rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you were right. Just change me back so I can pee and bleach my eyes."

With a snap she was gone and in her place stood Dean. Sam and Gabe exchanged a look.

"You made out with my brother?"

"You made out with my sister."

This is the end. Of this oneshot that is. So I just got one hundred followers, and I CANNOT begin to tell you guys how happy I was and how much this means.

So, I want to do something for you guys. So far I have no ideas, but I really need to do something for you for getting me this far.

I love you guys so much!

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