G/T Adventures

Gabriel (Supernatural)

Okay. So back when I did my 100th short special I did a special segment for Gabriel and a Borrower he grew close to. I figured why not bring that back? So here's a little emotional snippet I decided would be fun to write. It's based just at the time Sam got the archangel away from Asmodeus, who had been stealing and injecting Gabriel's angel grace like a drug. 

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"Look, I just don't think you should see him right now," Sam whispered, his tone obviously trying to calm me down but I was fuming. 

"Are you kidding me?! I'm only with you guys because he was dead! And now he's not dead, and you're not going to let me see him?! Sam, I swear to God-"

One of his hands moved, catching me off guard as the large fingers pressed against me. One covered my mouth, the others gingerly stroking my head and back. It was only just then that the tears decided to well, to flow down the sides of my face. 

Sam was always the more empathetic of the two. His hazel eyes bore down at me, a conflicted look swirling behind them. "Look, I-I....I just don't think it's a good idea for you to see him in the state that he's in. Asmodeus was not kind to him. I've never seen him like this before and I don't want you getting hurt. If he accidentally hurt you he'd hate himself for it."

"He'd never hurt me Sam." And I could say that with full confidence. No matter what would happen Gabe would always ensure my safety was top priority. It's why when he died, when he vanished, he entrusted my care to the Winchesters. And because he had trusted the boys, it made it easier for me to.

It was why I needed to see him now. He was dead for so long. He was gone. Every day was a struggle for me but I fought, because I knew it was what he wanted me to do. It was why this hurt so much now. He was here but I wasn't being let in to see him. I longed for his touch. His sarcastic quips. It only made it harder to fight back against the tears.

"S-Sam, please," I begged, stepping away from the large fingers to stare down the younger Winchester. 

Still looking reluctant, Sam finally heaved a defeated sigh and extended his hand palm up on the table to allow me to climb on. I gladly did so, stumbling over myself as the tears continued to blur my vision. He was alive and he was here. 

The world around me lost its clarity as Sam began to move, making his way through the bunker to the room I'd seen him leave after bringing Gabriel here. I was so ready. So ready to see the archangel that I loved so much. What I wasn't ready for, was what I actually saw.

When Sam pushed the door open, my heart dropped. The bloodied figure on the bed shoved himself as far away from Sam as he could. He wore a tight-fitted jacket, and when his head lifted, it only made everything inside of my body hurt worse.

He was covered in blood. Covered in wounds. But what hit me the hardest was that his mouth was sewn shut. His gorgeous hazel eyes lacked all life that they had before. Instead, they only held an intense fear and uncertainty. "G-Gabe," I managed to choke out, longing to go to him but Sam instead placed me on the nightstand furthest from him. "Sam!"

"Hold on," Sam looked at me briefly as he picked up a small scalpel. I was forced to watch him move closer to my lover, forced to see Gabriel cringe away. "Easy, easy. I'm just...gonna..." and with that, the hunter very delicately slit through the threads that kept Gabe's mouth shut.

"Gabriel? Oh...Gabe...Gabe," I could feel the tears welling in my eyes again, I threw my body towards the edge of the nightstand, reaching an arm towards him, silently pleading with him to realize it was just me. That he was okay now.

I wasn't prepared for the bloody hand that shot out, fingers curling firmly around me. I could hear Sam let out a startled gasp, but I stared down the man holding me. I stared him down, and embraced the fingers to the best of my ability. I clung to them, ignoring the blood, the dirt, and just held him. The way he looked at me, like he didn't know me was worse than anything I could have ever imagined. 

But then the fingers around me loosened. They easily turned my body over in his palm, like I was nothing short of a doll, and his hazel eyes looked me over, up and down. A look of relief filled those hazel eyes that I adored. And when his lips at last parted, his voice was low, and shaky. "He said they'd killed you. Th-That bastard...Asmodeus...s-said that the demons got to you."

"No," I choked on my words, sitting up in his palm and closed my eyes as his fingers trailed over me, feeling me, like he was checking if I was really real. "Gabe, baby, I missed you so much."

His hands lifted me up farther, and I could see Sam keeping a close watch off to the side in case something were to go wrong. But I knew what was going to happen. Even with the blood, I didn't care. His large, cracked lips pressed against me. They pulled back only slightly, but then they did it again. And again, and again. Gentle, loving pecks that he purposefully used to cover my body. And me being me, I did the best I could do to return each little smooch.

At this point, both me and Gabriel were in tears. It was clear neither of us thought we'd see the other ever again. And Sam took this as his cue to leave the room, which I was grateful for. I just wanted to be alone with him.

"I haven't had...something sweet in ages," he whispered against me, his warm breath washing over me.

"Y-You're battered and beaten, and that's the first thing you think of?" I laugh tearfully.

"Baby you are all I've thought of since this started...my precious little sugar cube." His lips again pressed into my body. this time far more hungrily than before.

He must've been locked up for ages. Starved of any physical comfort, any physical connection at all. I could feel it with each kiss he laid upon me. 

I didn't even care. If that's what he wanted, he could have it.  As long as I had him, too. And for the first time in quite a long time, I again felt happy. I had my archangel back.