Gabriel couldn’t take it.

He’d been in his room, trying to forget Sam Winchester for the better part of the month, but how could he forget the man when he came to check in on him almost every other day?

He had to do something!

So he did.

He went to Sam’s room and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Gabe opened the door and peeked in.

“Hey N’samja, can I talk to you?”

Sam sighed.

“Fine.”

Gabe sat on the bed, and Sam looked at the floor.

Gabe cleared his throat nervously.

“Look Sam, I’m sorry ok? Dad knows I’ve screwed up a lot in my lifetime, but hurting you like that? It takes the cake. Even with that day in Montreux, and that time I made that tower lean a little more than it already was. Never mind that, it’s not important. What is important is that I think I’m in love with you, Sam Winchester.” Tears pooled in his eyes, but Sam still refused to look at him. “Sam, please.”

He reached for his hand, but Sam jerked it away.

“Just go.” The Hunter growled.

“You know what?” Sam’s head snapped up to look at him. “I will not ‘just go!’ I love you. Call me cliché, but you’re one of the very few people I’ve ever loved, and I’m not ready to let that go! Please, just say something!”

“Damn it, Gabe! I have tried so hard to stay away from you, but you have to be so frustratingly sexy, and adorable, and funny, and I just can’t do it anymore!” He yelled, pulling Gabe into his lap and kissing him.

Gabriel moaned into the kiss and pulled Sam closer, just as knocked on Sam’s door.

Gabriel scrambled across the room, as Sam smoothed himself down and opened the door.

“Hey, I made lunch.” Dean said, smirking as he looked his younger brother over. “Hi Gabriel.”

Gabe peaked out of the closet with a mustache on.

“Hola, Deanior.” He said with a horrible fake accent that was somewhere between Polish and Spanish.

Sam glared at him, and he winked.

“I’m gonna go. Have fun, kids. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Dean said, backing out of the room.

Sam closed and locked the door, and turned to Gabriel.

“Hola.” Gabe said, and Sam scooped him up and threw him onto the bed.

He kissed his collarbone, making him shake and whimper desperately.

He took the mustache off gently and kissed him.

“I love you too, Gabriel.”

•••

“Cas, can you come in here?” Dean called, standing in the nursery.

“Hello, Dean.” She smiled, walking in, already showing slightly.

“Hi. I have something for you. A gift.”

Cas’ eyes glowed, (literally and figuratively) in excitement.

“Really?”

Dean smiled, and nodded proudly, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing.

“Yeah, turn around.” He said.

Cas obeyed, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Oh, Dean! It’s beautiful! Who…?” She gushed.

“You like it? I’ve been working on it since we picked the room.”

Cas eyed it and nodded, smiling hugely.

It was an absolutely gorgeous painting of a field at sunset, with trees, a lake, and mountains in the background that covered one of the walls. Tiny bees speckled the foreground, some flying and some perched in flowers. And the flowers. They were bursting in color, almost every shade you could imagine.

Cas had seen heaven, but this was better.

“Uh, so, I was wondering if we could talk.”

“Always, Dean.”

She smiled and turned towards him, but her face fell as soon as she saw Dean’s nervous expression.

“Is everything ok? You’re scaring me.”

“Yeah, I just…” Dean trailed off.

Castiel’s mind raced, thinking of every little possible thing that could be wrong, and then starting on the impossible things.

“I wanna marry you.” Dean said, snapping her out of her thoughts. “I wanna know when you want to get married.”

Cas relaxed, letting go of the worries and the breath she had been holding.

“We could do it after the baby's born?” She suggested, stepping closer and carding her hands through his hair.

“Ok.” He said, grabbing on to the idea like a lifeline, and relaxing under her touch. “After the baby. About the baby. What is it? Do you know yet? And when’s it due?” “I’m unsure of their gender, I’m sorry. Although, they should be born in about four months.” Cas smiled, hands traveling to her small baby bump. His hands followed hers, and he smiled too. “You’ve made me so happy, Cas, I can’t wait until you’re mine.”

He kissed her passionately, guiding her to the wall.

“Dean, your painting!” She squeaked.

The hunter grinned and picked her up, carrying her to their room.