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   “Yep. All five feet, eight inches of me. Oh and an extra six inches or so, if you catch drift,” he gave Sam a wink as he reached the bottom of the flight of stairs. Sam couldn’t help it, but closed his eyes and smiled; gave a little stifled laugh. But still he wondered where Gabriel had been all the time that had passed, with no word. It didn’t seem like him not to pop up in the least opportune moments to make a comment that would stop Sam or Dean in their tracks. The angel wanted to hunt and only was on one, for two days. He pushed back in his chair, away from the table and opened his arms wide for the angel. He noticed as Gabriel paused, looked around the bunker again and then approached Sam and opened his arms also.

   “Where have you been, Gabriel?” he finally worked up the courage and asked the archangel. It was really none of his business to begin with, but he feel a nagging need to know the truth. To know where the the angel had been and not made a house call to Sam. Tacked on, he worried about Gabriel after their last conversation and heated sexual contact. Gabriel could be casted out of heaven if others, if God, discovered that Gabe had created a Nephilim; out of heaven’s number one ‘no-no’ law.

   “Heavenly duties kept me tied up, upstairs,” Gabe replied as he held onto Sam for a moment longer than the Winchester wanted from the angel. Sam captured the angel’s face in his hands, looked into his eyes and then leaned in and kissed him. He felt Gabriel’s whole body slacken, as if he had lifted a weight from the angel and freed him. “I really did want to flap my wings and return to you, but I was tethered to heaven and what was ordered for me to see through complete.”

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   “Yep. All five feet, eight inches of me. Oh and an extra six inches or so, if you catch drift,” he gave Sam a wink as he reached the bottom of the flight of stairs. Sam couldn’t help it, but closed his eyes and smiled; gave a little stifled laugh. But still he wondered where Gabriel had been all the time that had passed, with no word. It didn’t seem like him not to pop up in the least opportune moments to make a comment that would stop Sam or Dean in their tracks. The angel wanted to hunt and only was on one, for two days. He pushed back in his chair, away from the table and opened his arms wide for the angel. He noticed as Gabriel paused, looked around the bunker again and then approached Sam and opened his arms also.

   “Where have you been, Gabriel?” he finally worked up the courage and asked the archangel. It was really none of his business to begin with, but he feel a nagging need to know the truth. To know where the the angel had been and not made a house call to Sam. Tacked on, he worried about Gabriel after their last conversation and heated sexual contact. Gabriel could be casted out of heaven if others, if God, discovered that Gabe had created a Nephilim; out of heaven’s number one ‘no-no’ law.

   “Heavenly duties kept me tied up, upstairs,” Gabe replied as he held onto Sam for a moment longer than the Winchester wanted from the angel. Sam captured the angel’s face in his hands, looked into his eyes and then leaned in and kissed him. He felt Gabriel’s whole body slacken, as if he had lifted a weight from the angel and freed him. “I really did want to flap my wings and return to you, but I was tethered to heaven and what was ordered for me to see through complete.”