Gabriel's p.o.v

I smiled at Sam and pecked his lips.

"I love you too."
Then I kissed his cheek. And his forehead and his neck and chest until I was leaving hickeys across his collarbone. I kissed him again and again until finally reaching up to his mouth for an open mouthed kiss.

"Excuse me lovebirds, if you're done sucking each other's faces off, we'd like to celebrate our engagement."
Dean scoffed from where he sat with his arm around Cassie's shoulders.

"Sorry squirrel. I guess it was just the heat of the moment."
I smirked at Sammy, awaiting his reaction. He turned away but I could see a small smile play on the corner of his mouth. I laughed and wrapped my arm tighter around his neck. I know he hates that song, but Asia is my favorite. Along with Coldplay, Panic! At The Disco, FOB, MCR, Metallica, AC DC, and Bon Jovi rules, occasionally.

I leaned into Sam's neck, kissing him lovingly. He sighed and slid me off his lap. I looked up at him with my golden puppy dog eyes and pouted my lip.

"Bathroom."
He whispered, leaning down to place a feather light kiss on my lips.

"Hurry back my love."
I said into his ear.

Adam's p.o.v

I was sitting in between Gabriel and Dean and it felt extremely awkward. Cassie and Dean were celebrating their engagement with vodka shots and the entire camp site smelled of dirty alcoholics. I was quietly sipping a beer when I saw him. Probably the most beautiful person there. No, not probably, definitely. And beautiful didn't describe him. He was absolutely gorgeous, a work of art, sexy. I could see us together. He'd be the Rose to my Jack (titanic), the John to my Sherlock, the Four to my Sarah Jane, the Cas to my Dean.  Like FOB, we'll go down in history, he'll remember me for centuries. I finished me beer in one big gulp and turned to Gabriel.

"Who's your friend over there?"
I asked, pointing at the beautiful blonde boy. Gabe set down a bottle of wine that was instantly snatched up by Balthazar.

"Son of a bitch,"
He muttered before turning towards me.

"That one? That's Samandriel. The baby of the family. He's super shy but can be nice when you get to know him. You should go make out with him."
So he's an angel. No surprise there. He's gorgeous! I stand up and walked over to the angel sitting alone by the cars.

"So parties not really your thing?"
I ask, leaning against the hood of the suv. Now that I had a closer look, I could definitely tell he was an angel. From living in the pit with Michael and Lucifer for a year, I've picked up on little things about their attitude or look that were different to humans. I saw all the usual things, dark circles, very tiny scorch marks around any entry point (eyes, mouth, nose, ect.) that showed that he only recently entered this vessel, the slight quiver of his fingers that showed that he was still getting used to having a physical form. But I also saw more unique things. His vessel had a mark right under his bottom lip that could easily be mistaken for a birth mark but was actually a wound from the grace trying to escape from the wrong area suggesting that his grace has been stolen at least once, and to my horror, on his collarbone, just barely showing above his shirt collar, were multiple scars and bruises that reached his grace and not just his skin.

"Who hurt you?"
I asked, reaching out to touch a fading scar. I ran a finger across one of the shiny raised marks, only for him to recoil from my touch.

"What does it matter to you?"
He spoke for the first time. His voice was smooth and sounded too young and innocent for his vessel's age. Although he spoke with confidence, there was an undertone of fear.

"W-why would you c-care about me Adam? We've never e-even met."
His voice broke. I felt bad for him. He had only spoke a couple sentences but it was enough to know that he was broken. Very broken, but with luck, I could fix him. One look into his grey-green eyes, and I knew. I was going to see those eyes light up if it was the last thing I do. I vowed that I would see him smile in any way I could.

"Well Samandriel, I care because I can. I spent an entire year away from my brothers just after I found out I was related to them. We'd been in the same school for our entire lives and I only recently found out we were brothers. I was kidnapped and tortured by Luci all because of the little devil's crush on Sam. I know what it feels like to be hurt both mentally and physically. So I want to know who hurt you so I can fix you like your brothers, specifically Gabe and Cas, fixed me."
He sighed and mumbled something incoherent. He still wouldn't make eye contact with me, and made sure there was a sizable space between us. I could tell he had some trust issues.

"I didn't hear you. I want to help you but you have to speak up."
I held his face in between both of my hands, forcing him to look at me. His eyes teared up as he spoke.

"It was C-crowley. He w-wanted information on p-profits."
He stuttered, falling into me. He whimpered as his tears soaked my shoulder.

"I-I've forgiven him as you've forgiven my brother but I'm still scared! Whenever I close my eyes I can see him hurting me, I can feel the nails digging into my scull!"
He cried, taking off his hat and brushing his hair out of the way of three large scull wounds. From what I've seen in the cage, these were caused by an advanced torture method designed to disrupt the nerves in the brain so that the victim would be more vulnerable. The poor little thing.