MY HORRIBLE RHYMES CANNOT BE STOPPED * maniacally laughs*

Gabriel's PoV.

Okay, I'm not really sure why he's so mad but I will make him forgive me.

Plan A is in the roll.

Sam's PoV.

When I try to dress myself the next morning I get a not-so-pleasant surprise. I pick up one of my shirts from the floor and a million of skittles falls out over my bedroom floor. First I find myself wondering how the hell he got all of those skittles into my shirt and then I just start laughing loudly because it's all so stupid. I take another shirt from my drawer and put it on. While making my way out of my room I'm careful with not stepping over any skittles which is really hard because they're everywhere.

I guess that's Gabriel trying to say he's sorry or something, I don't even know. I also don't really know why I won't forgive him. He's the Trickster, he tricks people. But I guess I have other reasons to why I'm mad at him than the mirror.

When entering the kitchen I am met with Dean, Castiel and Gabriel.

"Hey Sammy."

"Hello Sam."

"Hiya Samsquatch." I wave tiredly at them all.

"Gabriel I am not going to clean up all those skittles, you'll have to do that." I shoot him an annoyed glance and he smirks. Dean raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. Castiel just keeps eating. Gabriel snaps his fingers.

"Done." He slurps loudly on his glass of soda.

"Why are you even still here?"

"Aw, you know I can't leave my Mooseling until he's happy again." He pouts and looks generally adorable. Stupid trickster. And I seriously need him to stop with the nicknames, they're getting stupid. What even is a 'Mooseling'?

I take a bite of the sandwich I prepared and almost chockes on the unnexpected sweetness. I look at it and see that instead of the cheese and salad I put on it it's now a very thick layer of Nutella and on that there's marshmallows. ....How did he even? Okay, he's the Trickster and an Archangel, he can do pretty much anything.

During the day I keep finding candy everywhere I go. Like everywhere in the bunker. Once I was looking for the tv remote between the pillows in the couch and I found 38 candy bars.

When walking through the library to do some research on a potential case a couple of miles away I slipped on what turned out to be 13 bags of suckers which were lying on the floor, I have a big mark on my arm now from where I hit it on a bookshelf.

And it's just me who finds it, Castiel or Dean doesn't have to put up with it. I don't know where Gabriel is right now so I can't tell him to stop. And I won't give him the satisfaction of me praying to him.

I'm very close to give up and yell for Gabriel to get his ass down here when the water in my shower turns to melted chocolate. How the fuck am I supposed to get the chocolate out of my hair? I turn the water on in the sink and I'm relieved to see that it's actually water. I finish washing my hair in the sink and I hope I get the most of the chocolate out.

When finally going to bed I have two new bruises, my hair smells like chocolate, and all my clothes are sticky - two words, Soda trap. Don't ask how, I don't want to relive it. I'm just happy I survived today and I hope he has stopped tomorrow.

Turning on the lights in my room I find Gabriel. He's sitting on my bed with a sucker in his mouth, smiling. I close the door.

"Hello Samantha."

"What are you doing Gabriel? You'll at least have to let me sleap in peace." He just keeps smiling at me.

"Aw, don't you want to share a bed with the Trickster?" Gabriel pouts and I pray to god that I'm not blushing.

"No, get out." I point at the door. He sighs and stands up, taking a step closer to me.

"Why are you so mad at me? It's just a mirror." He says and I realise he really doesn't know that there is more to why I can't forgive him.

"It's not just the mirror, it's everything!" I say and I know that I'll probably end up saying something I will regret but I have to say something, I need to get it out before it eats me alive.

"It's the mirror, it's the candy, it's how you can't just say 'I'm sorry' like a normal person, it's how you disappear for years leaving us thinking that you're dead, it's that you think you can come back just without any explanation and thinking that that's okay, it's how everything you do is so annoying and frustrating and the worst thing is that you have no idea what you're doing to me!"

He looks taken back from my outburst and is standing silently, just looking at me. I cross my arms over my chest and stares at a wall, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"I-I'm really sorry," Gabriel says. I glance at him and now it's he who won't look at me.

"I never knew you felt that way." He continues and bites his lower lip nervously. I turn my head so I can look directly at him and this time it's me who walks closer to him.

We're standing dangerously close, just a few inches apart, and I can feel his breath on my lips.

"There is a lot you don't know about me." I growl quietly but the room is silent so he can hear what I say perfectly fine. I ignore the fact that I feel really flustered and that we're standing so close.

It would be so easy, just if I lean in a little, our lips would meet. Just if I moved my hand a little my fingers would find his. And I am so shamefully close to pushing him up my bedroom wall.

I become aware that we have been staring into each others eyes for about 40 seconds and I try so hard to look away but his eyes are too beautiful. They look like sunshine going through a glass of whiskey. My other thoughts about his eyes are interrupted because I can feel Gabriels hand holding a firm grip around my arm. I look down at his fingers.

There is three layers of clothing between his hand and my arm but his touch is still sending small electrical shocks through my arm and my whole body. I shiver just from his touch, and hes not even touching my skin. But I want him to.

And at the same time I want to take a step back, look away and pretend that this situation isn't very intimate. I inhale sharply when looking up in his eyes again. The moment is fragile and I don't know what to do.

I want it to last forever, I want to end it by kissing him, I want to run far away. I'm to scared to take action, to scared what will happen if I kiss him. Maybe all of this is just another trick, maybe he want's me to kiss him, maybe he doesn't know what to do either.

I'm scared that if I turn back now he'll leave and I'm scared for what will happen if we kiss. I mean after. Would we, like Dean and Castiel, become a couple, sleep in the same bed, kiss, do couple things and be each others boyfriends? What if we'll fight all the time? What if I can't trust him to stay?

I don,t know how but we are standing even closer now, our noses are almost touching. I don't remember leaning closer. My eyes dart from his eyes to his lips and then back to his eyes. I feel like there is no turning back. I don't want to turn back.

I close the almost nonexistent gap between us and it almost feels like time slows down when we kiss. He taste like candy and something that so clearly is Gabriel. Eventually we break apart to breathe.

Gabriels eyes are still closed and his lips are slightly parted. His lips felt so right against mine so I kiss him again, just as slow and careful as the first time. We're in no rush. Gabriel stands on the tip of his toes and wraps his arms around my neck. I respond by putting my hands on his waist and pull his body closer to me.

Of all the million feelings that run through me now the strongest one is that this was the right choice.

Written: ? & 2/9-16
Published: 4/9-16
Words: 1525 damn this was long!

I actually really like how this chapter turned out.
Lol, I'm a little turned on now.

I'm not sure if this is the last chapter......