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“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, Luci?” Gabriel stormed into the Library of the bunker once he was certain both Winchesters were down for the night, “I saw you looking at Sam like he was a piece of meat. Wings off, he’s mine.”
“Oh really, now? Let’s think about this…who exactly had him first?” Lucifer smirked at his younger brother’s anger. He loved pushing Gabriel’s buttons. “That’s right—me. And he’s still technically my Vessel, and he’ll see soon enough which of us he should be with.”
“We gonna go there? Because I saw him before you were sprung from the Cage, remember? Before they knew about angels, Sammy had all sorts of thoughts about me. Oh Hell no, you do not get to encroach on my turf here. I’ve been building towards something with Sammy.” Crossing his arms, Gabriel puffed out his chest and stood at the full height his vessel could afford.
Lucifer held up his hands in a placating gesture but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. “And Sam agrees that he wants to be with you? Or is it just your wishful thinking that ‘something’ is building between you two?”
Narrowing his eyes, Gabriel looks closely at his older brother.
“You know what, fine, let’s let Sam decide who he wants to be with then. We both can try winning the Moose’s affections. And no cheating!” Gabriel scowled.
“As if I would cheat, brother dear.” Lucifer replied with the most innocent look he could muster.
“I believe, ‘I taught you all your tricks, little brother,’ comes to mind. Dick.” Gabriel’s face darkened, his older brother’s betrayal still fresh in his mind despite being recently rebuilt by Chuck. “So what do you think… five dates per Archangel enough or do you need more time to try and climb that impossible hill?”
“Still holding a grudge, eh, Gabriel?” It stung that his little brother still didn’t realize that he hated what happened between them, but Lucifer kept a neutral expression on his face. “Alright, we’ll let Sam decide for himself which one of us he wants. I just hope you’re prepared to lose.”
Snickering, Gabriel reached out to shake Lucifer’s hand, “May the best Archangel win.”