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Ah. Sweet success. It was beautiful on Sam’s face who looked more than his fair share of annoyed and exasperated. It took a lot for me not to howl with laughter and bang on the bar with my hand at Sam’s royally disappointed expression, instead opting to chuckling lightly. Aw. Now Sam was pretending I didn’t exist! Rude! Fine than, he’ll come over and make up. 

 Slipping off the bar stool, I moved on over before plopping down on the stool beside Sam, mockingly imitating his brooding posture. “Don’t be so grouchy, Sam. It was funny!” I defended, lips stretched into a grin as I turned my head to stare at him better. Well he definitely got taller, in my opinion, and he was rockin’ the whole Herbal Essence hair more so than usual. Fingers picked and fidgeted at the wooden bar idly as I raised a brow, “Shouldn’t you be doing the whole sobbing profusely and holding me tight to your bosom seeing that I’m uh…alive? Sheesh, Sam. I thought we shared a moment! You know when I turned you into a car and you had those lovely rims, paint job, and ample amount of trunk space?” I teased with good humor but I was kinda getting to a point: how was Sam dealing with me who was previously pronounced dead so well? Frighteningly well. 

So I did kinda…pick at his thoughts, or whatever I could at the surface and I tilted my head in slight confusion at his last thought. It was directed to me. “Huh. So you don’t know where your garbage disposal of a brother is…” I stated, blinking as honey and molting green eyes swirled in thought, Grace lightly expanding as if going to help before instantly stopping. Ha ha ha! Yeah right! That would only attract the God Squad and anyone else who would become curious that an archangel was alive once again. Whoops. I nearly forgot that I wasn’t supposed to be doing [i]this[/i]. The helping out again. Nu-uh. I’m sorry but I am happy I did do this for the Winchesters and humanity — hell, it was exhilarating and cathartic standing up to your brother. Dying, however, was not fun. Purgatory was a nightmare and something I did not want to re-visit whatsoever. My Grace took one hell of a beating and the company absolutely loathed me — probably more so than my darling family. Helping the Winchesters equated to death for the helper, and if anything, I’m more terrified of death than before. 

“How the heck did you two get separated anyways?” I asked, because that was better than a ‘I’m sure I can find him’ response. Nope. Diffusion of responsibility over here.

Sam was ready to go with his typical approach when it came to his hallucinations— the silent treatment. That was until the bartender looked at the two of them, and Sam had glanced at her in time to notice it. He glances behind Gabriel to see if there’s anyone sitting at the table beyond the bar and sees no one there… which means…

Sam looks to Gabriel again in disbelief, blinking a few times, before an expression of confusion falls over his features. He looks Gabriel over searchingly, unnervingly closely, trying to determine any differences between the archangel sitting beside him and the memories and daydreams… there’s a knowing look within his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Sam doesn’t want to use the word ‘older’ because that’s never really applied to Gabriel in his mind. “Gabriel…? I don’t— I don’t understand. You’re really here…?”

Okay, he didn’t mean for that to come out as vulnerable as it did, honestly. He clears his throat and decides to quickly answer Gabriel’s questions. “Sorry, I uh, didn’t realize it was you. And yeah… me and Dean got separated. I don’t really know how.” He looks at Gabriel uncomfortably, clearly not wanting to discuss the subject someplace like a bar, and looks around to imply it further.

He reaches out and grabs his beer again, taking another swig from it as he frowns, and tries to think of some kind of explanation for Gabriel being alive again, and what that could possibly mean for him… Gabriel’s going to punch him when he finds out what Sam did after he died. He looks to Gabriel, voice hesitant, almost anxious. “What do you… know about what’s happened since… y’know, before? Y’know what— how about we take this outside.”

He glances at the bartender awkwardly when he realizes what that sounds like. She has her eyebrows raised and looks away quickly, busying herself with cleaning out some shotglasses. Great… the blonde bartender, that Dean would hit on faster than a hammer on a nail, thinks Sam’s inviting Gabriel out for some kind of sordid sexual act. Now Sam’s really uncomfortable.

He looks to Gabriel with a frown, waiting for some kind of answer.