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Sam's POV

Why does everyone say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes? That's not true at all. I've been on the brink of death, and rather than seeing images of me killing things with my brother, I look into the eyes of my killer, and laugh. That's what Winchesters do. We laugh in the face of death. But this time when I looked into the eyes of my murderer, I couldn't bring myself to even chuckle. Because this time, it was that god-forsaken Archangel.

Gabriel.

"Heya, Sam-a-Lamb. Fancy seeing you here, huh?" The golden-winged asshat twirled his knife in his hand. "Betcha thought it was a demon doing all the killings! Or not, considering the fact that they all involved candy. Whatever!"

I cut him off, glaring at him. Oh, if looks could kill. "Hey, dumbass, are you going to kill me or not? Because, if not, I have things that I would rather be doing."

He laughed. "As the last archangel in the Garrison, it's my job to kill you! Isn't that great?" No, not really.

"Hey, Gabriel? Look up the definition of 'great'. Then we'll talk." I flinched when he dragged his knife along my cheek, chuckling.

"You know, Sam-O? You really are a godsend." He summoned a dictionary and quickly found the word great, then laughed and snapped, changing the definition. "Guess what? It now reads, 'Great: Anything that the Archangel Gabriel does.'"

Ha. How inaccurate. "Nope! I mean, anything a Winchester does, maybe, but Angels in general suck."

He batted his eyes flirtatiously. "Oh, how many Angels have made that term literal for you, Samsquatch? Cus I would personally love to suck." Ew.

"Ew."

"C'mon, you know you love me!"

"Says the guy holding a knife to my face!" I pull my best bitchface, which causes him to pout. "That's a bit of a turn-off for me. Now, Dean on the other hand, clearly loves it when Angels hold blades to his face. On an unrelated note, he's most likely banging your little brother right now."

"Ew. Too much information."

"I know, right?"

He laughed, putting the knife away. "You know what? I'm going to keep you alive for a little while longer." Wow, so nice.

I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks. You're giving me another, what, hour to live? That's awesome."

Then, that absolute dick had the urge to smirk. "You're sexy when you're mad. I'll tell you what. If you kiss me, like, full-on make out session, I won't kill you or Dean-O. Until next time I see you. If not, then I'll kill you both. Deal or no deal?"

Well, I mean, would it really be the worst thing in the world to kiss the Archangel? It's not like he's not attractive or anything, but he's a he. And I'm most certainly not gay. But it was a pretty good deal, I have to admit… I sighed. "Deal."

With that he leaned in and forced his mouth against mine, ignoring my rigid, disgusted posture. He forced my mouth open- and I stopped paying attention and started thinking about other things, like dogs and cats. Scotties and Siamese. Maybe Dean would let me get a pet? No. Never going to happen. I once had pet turtle for two days before it- wait, hold that thought. The kiss had ended. Thank the Lord.

"That. Was. Awesome." Gabe slurred. Honestly, I almost agreed with him. The tent that had formed in my pants sure did.

I sighed, frowning. "Can I please go back to the motel now, asshat?"

He snapped, and I was back in that little motel in Texas, hunting a vengeful spirit. Almost like it had never happened.

Almost.

That night, I was kept awake thinking about a certain archangel and definitely not of wishing I could see him again. Then I heard a rustle of feathers and-

"Your wish is my command, Samsquatch."

Oh great. He's back. "Hey, Feather Brain. What do you want?" I growled.

He laughed, rolling his eyes. "You wound me, Sammy," I winced at the childish nickname. "You were the one praying to me, genius!"

"I was not! I was just- Oh. Damn Angels," I groaned, glaring at him.

He walked over to my bed, sitting next to me, causing me to squirm uncomfortably. He tilted his head adorably- What the hell? Since when did I think he's adorable?- and lifted my chin up with one finger.

"You know something, Sam-O? You're cute when you're uncomfortable. That came out meaner than I wanted it to. Whatever," That ass was practically purring. And, my god, it was arousing. Dammit, Sam! Get your head straight- and your sexuality!

"Shut up, Gabriel!" He clamped his mouth shut, pouting. "Now answer my question. Why are you still here?" I put on my best puppy eyes, hoping he would give me a good answer.

He smirked, summoning his Archangel Blade. "Remember how I promised that I wouldn't kill you if you kissed me, though I would kill you the next time I saw you? Guess what. It's the next time. Are you ready to die, Samsam?"

I rolled my eyes and made an extremely rash decision. "If I kissed you again, would you shut up?" He pretended to consider this.

"Yeah, probably. But you wouldn't kiss me, would you, Sam-a-Lamb? You don't like me like that," He batted his eyes, smirking attractively.

"Let's find out," I muttered as I smashed my lips on his.

This time, I paid attention to the kiss. He instantly tilted his head, trying to kiss me better. He tangled his hands in my long hair, and I placed my hand on his back, gently pulling him closer. I hesitantly opened my mouth slightly, and he eagerly shoved his tongue in, feeling all around.

When I finally pulled away, gasping for air, I was smirking slightly. "I think we just confirmed that I do like you like that."

The all-powerful Archangel was at a loss for words. He was just staring at me, smiling like an idiot. I waved my hand in front of his face. "Hey, Gabe! Gabe?" I snapped in his face. "Snap out of it!" He jolted, glaring at me.

"You know what? I've decided that I won't kill you or... The other Winchester. Deb? Denny? Dean? Dean! That right. And it's purely because I don't want to put up with Cassie's fussing. No other reasons."

I laughed, laying down. He gently tapped my forehead, and I was out like a light.