Twitfic exchange bit for @pan_pandeus!

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Sam takes a huge gasping breath, promptly chokes on a mouthful of riverwater, and starts hacking and spluttering. Gabriel thumps his back in a way that <i>looks</i> helpful and concerned, but is really just annoying.

"You all right, big guy?" he asks breezily once Sam has spit up most of the foul water.

"You suck," Sam gasps. "You suck so much, oh my god. I nearly <i>died</i>."

"Relax, would you?" Gabriel snorts. "I wouldn't let you die, Sam. Well, at least not permanently."

Sam glares up at him from where he's sprawled face-first on the riverbank. "I needed help! Those kappas were fucking <i>angry!</i>"

Gabriel has the gall to look indignant. "Well then you should've <i>said</i> so."

Sam draws himself up on his elbows shakily. Other than being half-drowned, he seems to be okay. "I <i>did</i>, asshole. I gave you the signal!"

Gabriel frowns contemplatively. "No, you just wiggled your fingers and tucked your elbow. That's not <i>help</i>. That's <i>I am feeling sad, would you like to have a cuddle</i>. Which I responded to--appropriately, I might add--with a three-quarters wrist turn, shoulder shake, and whistle, which everyone knows is code for <i>not now Sam you're about to have your soul sucked out your ass by kappas.</i>"

"Could you maybe just admit you were distracted and didn't see the signal?" Sam sighs.

"Lies and untruths," Gabriel chides, but he snaps Sam's clothes dry anyway, which is about all the admittance of guilt Sam's gonna get.

Just then, Dean yelps from around a bend. There's a splash, then silence.

"What're the chances that was code for <i>nice job guys why don't you head on back</i>?" Gabriel asks innocently.

"You're the worst. Why do I even like you?" Sam sighs as he heaves to his feet.

"Poor taste?" Gabriel offers, and then they're off to save Dean.

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