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“Hey thanks for coming Gabriel.” Dean greets as the angel steps into the bunker, hands fidgeting with his shirt hem discreetly. He’s nervous, he’ll admit it, Gabriel’s nervous to be doing this. He knows he’s more than capable of healing whatever illness Sam has come down with but he’s never seen the hunter regressed, and he doesn’t have much experience with kids.
“I don’t know what’s wrong but I’ve tried all the cough medicine and Tylenol and a normal doctor but I just- I can’t stand seeing him so sick anymore.” There’s a tiredness to Dean’s voice that makes Gabriel’s face fall. Most times he’s interacted with Dean it’s been snarky comments and stern orders, Gabriel almost gets the urge to reach out and put his hand on Deans shoulder, see if he can take some pain or maybe help him feel better. Even if he isn’t the one that’s sick.
“Little angle magic will fix him up.” A small smile gets sent Gabriel’s way before Dean’s opening the door to Sam’s bedroom, letting Gabriel go in first.
The bedroom looks relatively normal, what Gabriel was expecting from Sam: books scattered around- though there’s more children’s ones than he thought there’d be-, his laptop plugged in on a desk covered in papers, barely any real decor because Winchesters seriously lack taste, a picture of Sam, Dean and Castiel hung up on the wall. All of it checks out. Or, almost, because there’s a mountain of stuffed animals on Sam’s bed, which he’s hiding under, and a trash can piled high with tissues that makes Gabriel cringe. Poor kid’s been sick for some time.
“Hey Sammy, Gabriel’s here to see you…” Dean reaches into the stuffed animal pile to assumingely rub a hand at Sam’s back, he gets a grunt as a response.
“Okay ouch. C’mon kid, you should be excited to see me, hello I’m a walking candy dispenser.” Gabriel walks farther into the room and throws his usual charm onto his words, it seems to work as Sam’s head pops up between a plush bunny and tiger.
“What kinda candy?” Sam’s voice comes out raspy yet still sweet and innocent, it makes a smile spread over Gabriel’s face in an instant.
“What kind do you want?” He moves closer to the bed and Dean seems to understand what he’s doing as he steps back and crosses his arms to observe.
“Strawberry.” There’s a lisp when Sam talks and he reaches to rub his nose against his, thankfully sleeve covered, arm. Gabriel almost shudders, kids are gross , but it’d probably offend Sam a bit and that’s the last thing he wants.
“Strawberry coming up.” There’s suddenly a plethora of strawberry candies in Gabriel’s hand: lollipops, those hard candies every old lady has, gummies, strawberry flavored marshmallows. Unsurprisingly Sam’s eyes light up and he quickly crawls out of his stuffed animal mountain to get closer to where Gabriel’s standing by the end of the bed.
“Which one Moose?” Apparently the strawberry marshmallow was the right thing for Gabriel to conjure up as Sam takes it without hesitation.
“Dean said you didn’t feel good, you think you can let me take a look?” Sam nods mindlessly, holding the big marshmallow in both his hands like a mouse, nibbling on it which is also very mouse-like but Gabriel assumes it’s to savor it.
He takes the moment to brush Sam’s hair back, his forehead is sweat covered and hot to the touch. The longer Gabriel presses his hands on Sam the more concerned he gets, his throat feels a little swollen, all his skin is far too hot, sweat beading down the back of his neck, and he’s sweat through his shirt. Gabriel honestly doesn’t know what’s wrong as the symptoms seem like something that human medicine should be able to heal. It doesn’t really matter though- he holds his hand in Sam’s hair so his palm can rest on his forehead and takes whatever sickness it is away.
“Nose isn’t stuffy no more.” A grin breaks on Gabriel’s lips, he finds the way Sam is staring up at him with big doe eyes and his mouth slightly open in shock, absolutely adorable.
“You should be all better kiddo.” Sam’s eyes suddenly fall to the halfway eaten marshmallow in his hands, his jaw dropping farther open as if the marshmallow was the thing that healed him. Gabriel knows this is the first time he’s seeing Sam regressed but he seriously loves him already.
“De’ Gabe gave me magic marshmallow!” The two caregivers share a laugh over Sam’s excitement and Dean comes over to ruffle Sam’s still sweat soaked hair.