Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 28

            "Where does it hurt, Sam?"

Gabriel was standing next to Sam's bed wearing green scrubs and a doctor's coat. The archangel had insisted that he looked Sam over, which Sam was fine with. However, this was probably the fifth time the archangel had assessed him for injuries. Gabriel must have really liked hospitals, or had a hospital kink, for he had practically transformed Sam's bedroom into a little hospital room. Sam was even wearing a hospital gown. When he asked why he had to wear this, Gabriel just said he wanted to look at Sam's ass when the human wasn't looking.

"It doesn't hurt anywhere, Gabe," Sam answered with a groan. "I'm fine, really. You already healed any ache and pain I had. There is nothing else wrong with me. I'm starting to think you just want to roleplay or something."

The archangel through his head back in laughter. "Stop it, Samsquatch. I'm starting to get ideas," he says with a waggle of eyebrows.

Sam just sighed. He did appreciate Gabriel's concern, but it was beginning to get old. Sam was tired. He wanted to just lie down and sleep and Gabriel was making it exceedingly difficult to do so. He could heard Dean on the phone with Jo in the room beside and just sighed. Dean and Jo seemed to be having a peaceful conversation. Sam wished he and Gabriel could do the same but the archangel seemed to almost be trying too hard to get and keep Sam's attention.

"Sam, are you okay?" Gabriel asked again. "You look... angsty."

He sighed. "Gabe . . . this is really great and all . . . I appreciate your concern, but I'm really not in the mood to watch and listen to you make a scene. I'm tired and you're acting weird – certainly nothing like yourself. So either tell me what is going on with you or leave."

Gabriel stared at him with confused and hurt whiskey-colored eyes. A strand of his chestnut hair was out of place and dangling in the middle of his forehead. He looked at Sam for a long while and then averted his eyes to the floor. With a labored sigh, he met his lover's eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam," he said. His voice was so soft, so gentle, and so unlike the archangel Sam knew and loved. "I'm so, so sorry."

Sam's eyebrows knitted together. "Sorry?" he repeated. "What are you sorry about?"

The archangel had tears in his eyes now. "It . . . I . . . If I hadn't over-reacted and ran of . . . We never would have been in that hallway. We never would have seen Lilith and Crowley. You never would have been thrown through that wall. I put you in danger, Sam . . . and it's my job to protect you and keep you safe from everything . . . And I failed . . . And I failed because I was too self-absorbed and jealous to . . . to listen . . . and you got hurt . . ." Gabriel trailed off, unable to continue. The tears that had been pooling in his eyes were now falling. They streamed down his faith leaving tiny water trails.

Sam got off the bed and went to the angel that was standing about two feet away. Gabriel was hugging himself and beginning to quietly sob. Sam wrapped his arms around the smaller man. He was little less than a foot taller than his boyfriend and was able to almost encompass him. Sam cradled his angel close to his heart and kissed his head.

"It's okay, Gabriel," he tried to reassure. "Please, believe me, Gabe. It's okay. How could you possibly have known that would happen? If I saw you dancing with some good-looking woman and watch as she did to you what Ruby did to me, I would be upset too. It's my fault, Gabriel. I should have stopped her when I had the chance and for whatever reason I didn't. I . . . It's my fault, not yours. I got what I deserved when I was thrown through the wall. Hell, I deserved worse than that – I hurt the best thing that's ever happened to me and for that, I will never forgive myself."

Gabriel wrapped his much smaller arms around the human. He clung to him the way a frightened child holds onto their mother during a thunderstorm. The archangel, a powerful and fearsome creature, was whimpering as he gave Sam a squeeze. It was as though he was frightened that if he let go, Sam would disappear. The human did his best to console him. "It is not your fault, Gabriel. I love you, and it isn't your fault. Everything that happened was because of me, okay? Please don't blame yourself. I want my Gabriel back – the happy-go-lucky, hilarious, sexy angel – not a hollow shell of him."

There was a sniffle as the archangel turned his head to look up. "I just . . . Can we agree for my peace of mind that it was both our faults?" he asked, his voice regaining some of its strength.

Sam felt his lips twitch in the beginnings of a smile. He nodded. "Sure. It's both of our faults. Can we just forget about it and move on now?"

Gabriel nodded slowly. "I guess so . . . Can you distract me so I don't think about it anymore?" he requested, peering up at Sam with big puppy-dog eyes.

With a small chuckle, Sam nodded. "Of course I can, come here, trickster." He pulled Gabriel over to the bed and fell back onto the pillows with a thud. Gabriel climbed on top of him then, straddling the large moose of a boy. Their lips met and both of them knew that everything was okay and all was forgiven.