Angel With A Shotgun

4

16 hours after they had left the motel, and 2 car switches later, Sam pulled up to the door of the bunker. He hopped out the front seat, waiting for Gabriel to follow. Both men stared at the bunker door, unsure of what they would find inside. Sam swallowed the rising lump in his throat and stepped forward, giving the door a loud knock, waiting.

~~~inside the bunker~~~~

Dean was sitting in the library going over lore for a hunt he was about to leave for. Since sam had died, he had to brush up on his research skills. He sighed heavily,  exhausted to his very soul. He and Cas had tried for months to find a way to bring Sam back, but they found no answer. He was gone, trapped in the cage with lucifer and Michael, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He groaned and stood up, walking over to the end table to pour himself another drink when he heard a loud bang coming from the entry of the bunker. Dean pulled his gun immediately,  knowing that Cas had the key and would not need to knock to get it. No one else knew where the bunker was. He slowly crept up the stairs,  cocking the gun as he opened the door.

There was a flurry of movement as whoever had knocked was pushed back and a very angry screech filed the air. Dean covered his ears, dripping his gun in the shock. He leaned down to get it before locking his eyes onto the person who he assumed had originally knocked. He's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.

"Sam?"

"Dean"

~~outside the bunker before the door opened~~

Sam stood in front of the door, Gabriel standing beside him. Sam had noticed the way Gabriel was always at his side, wat hing and listening for signs of danger, that was probably why he had heard the sound of a gun cocking as the door opened. Sam was pushed out of the way, Gabriel moving in front of him, a loud threatening screech coming from his mouth. He threw his wings up, trying to fully block Sam from view of who ever was about to try and shoot him. He heard the person through the door whisper Sam's name, and Sam responded with deans name before his brain took over again and he stopped his screech,  lowering his wings and slumping against the doorway.

"Gabriel? What the hell are you doing! Move!"

Dean shoved past Gabriel, rushing towards Sam. The sudden yelling and fast movement triggering memories, causing Sam to back away, his eyes wide with fear. Dean stopped himself from getting any closer when he saw Sam's reaction. Gabriel slipped past Dean,  crouching down beside Sam.

Dean just stared as Gabriel started humming an unfamiliar song to sam, causing him to relax and ground himself back in reality.

"Fast movements, loud noises, yelling, you can't do that around him."

Gabriel whispered just loud enough for Dean to hear, he was surprised that his voice was working at all and that he had not reacted the same as sam, but he didn't want to think about it to much right now. He watched Sam, waiting for him to get his breathing under control before helping him stand again.

Dean just stood their dumbfounded, unable to understand what was happening in front of him. Not only was Sam alive and back, but Gabriel was as well, and on top of that, they both looked like hell, and neither one was saying much of anything.

"Sammy, what is going on? How are you here?"

Sam looked at Gabriel before answering, the later nodding his encouragement at Sam.

"We got out. Well Gabriel got me out. Now we are home."

Dean didn't question Sam's use of we when saying they were home. He could see enough that Gabriel and Sam were not going to leave each other's sides, at least not for a long while. Dean waited for sam to say more. When he realized that was not going to happen, he moved aside, letting the two enter before closing and relocating the bunker door, picking up his gun and quickly storing it away again when he noticed the way Gabriel was watching him with it. Seeing how both boys looked like they were about to pass out from exhaustion, Dean sent them to bed, noticing how Sam lead Gabriel to his room before closing the door.

Dean sat down pouring himself that drink he so desperately needed right now and pulled out his phone dialing a number. It rang twice before the line picked up.

"Dean?"

"Cas. You are going to want to come home. You won't believe who is here."

"Who?"