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Sam's eyes narrowed at Gabriel's expression of innocence in suspicion. His eyes swept the room around them briefly, but nothing was out of place – or randomly snapped into existence – and he looked back up at his angel with an eyebrow raised.
"What did you do?"
Mouth dropping, Gabriel crossed his hands over his chest in mock hurt. "Me? Would I do anything –"
"Yes," Sam interrupted. His attempt to stand up was thwarted when Gabriel surged forward, pressing him back into the couch with a warm hand. Straddling his thighs, Gabriel smirked at Sam's cut-off moan at the way the angel's wriggling – seemingly to get more comfortable even though Sam knew it wasn't necessary – had all of his blood rushing down.
"You know me too well. What do you say we have a Halloween party of our own tonight? You can dress up – or down. Dressing down would be better don't you think?"
Sam barely caught what Gabriel was saying, almost entirely focused on the way the angel's fingers were busy distracting him, dancing across the side of his neck, thumb rubbing small circles just behind his ear and running down his jaw. Wrapping his hands around Gabriel's hips, Sam was pretty sure he'd agree to anything Gabriel said so long as his angel didn't stop petting him.
One nip at the shell of his ear distracted him long enough that he didn't notice he was being led to his feet by something suddenly attached to his neck. He only realized when he glanced away from his angel for a moment and saw himself in the mirror sitting atop the dresser Gabriel made sure to keep filled with Sam's clothes.
There, on his neck, was a collar and… it didn't look half bad.
Without a second glance at the mirror, Sam let Gabriel finish dragging him to the bed, grinning like a loon.
Or maybe like the lovesick puppy dog he was.
The puppy growls, nipping at the large, calloused hand trying to pick him up. Dean rolls his eyes and grabs at Sam's sides, "Alright, alright. I get it. I probably should have made sure she wasn't a witch before I mentioned anything about your puppy eyes."
Another sharp nip - OW, puppy teeth are sharp damnit - and Dean nearly drops his little brother. "Okay, and I probably shouldn't have left her high and dry."
The Sam-puppy huffed his agreement, looking up at Dean with wide brown puppy eyes. Dean had to admit, his brother made a cute puppy.
"OW!"
He... probably shouldn't have said that out loud.