Freedom

6. the whole story

The next day, Gabriel woke up earlier than planned. He looked out his window,  seeing the sun just starting to creep into the sky. He stared in awe as the sky changed from dark blue to purple and red as the sun slowly rose higher. It had been a long time since he had watched the sun rise. There was no window in his room at the club, and he had not been allowed out early enough to see it. A feeling of hope sprouted inside of him as he watched, thinking maybe he could really start over.

He walked out of his room, going to the kitchen, where he saw Sam cooking while talking to someone on the phone. He sat down at the table, staying silent while Sam talked to whoever was on the line.

"Okay, I'll ask. No, not here. My office. Yes, it will be better there. Okay. Bye."

Sam hung up the phone, plating an omelet for each of them and walking to the table. Gabriel waited until after they had finished their food to talk.

"What was that about?"

"The police want to talk to you today, if that okay? I told them that if you wanted to, they could come down to my office and talk to you there."

Gabriel noticed the worried look on Sam's face. He. Ouldnt blame him, this was not going to be fun, but he knew he had to talk to them at some point. And he hadn't done anything wrong, right? He was suddenly worried that he would be in trouble for the things he had done while at the club.

"Sam...they can't...I mean...am I in trouble for anything? Like legal trouble? Can they charge me for anything that I did while there?"

Sam was confused. What exactly had Gabriel been made to do? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know, really.

"No. If you were forced to do anything, it's not your fault. You won't be in trouble for anything, I promise."

Gabriel relaxed a little, nodding.

"Okay. I'll talk to them today."

Sam smiled at him, putting their plates in the sink.

"Okay. We have to leave in 30 minutes then."

They both went off to get changed before walking out to Sam's car and making the 20-minute drive to Sam's job. Once inside, Gabriel sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs in Sam's office, playing with the extra fabric of his borrowed shirt until he heard a knock on the door. Two men, Gabriel, assumed they were detectives, walked in. They looked at Gabriel before the shorter man spoke.

"I'm Detective Bobby Singer. This is my partner Rufus, we are from the Special Victims unit."

Sam stood up, shaking their hands.

"I'm Sam, this is Gabriel. I have one of the conference rooms set aside for you to talk in."

The detectives nodded, following Sam out of the room. Gabriel took this as his cue and stood up, trailing behind them. The conference room was small, just a six seater table inside. Gabriel took a seat across from Detective Singer. Sam went to sit down as well but was stopped by Rufus.

"We really need to talk to him alone."

Sam hesitated.

"Does he need a lawyer with him?"

Rufus shook his head.

"This ain't a witch hunt, kid. We know who the bad guy is. We just need to hear from him what happened."

Sam nodded, satisfied with his answer. He shot Gabriel an encouraging look before heading to the door, telling him that if he needed anything to just come get him.

Now that it was just the three of them, Gabriel was nervous. He knew he could give them a lot to use against Castiel,  but he was still worried that he would get in trouble for it.