Supernatural: Meeting the Angels

Chapter 16

"He's gone!" The sound of Gabriel shouting wakes Dean up, and everyone immediately looks at Gabriel in alarm. Sure enough, he's sitting alone on the couch.
"What happened?" Dean demands.
"I-I don't know!" Gabriel says, seeming panicked. "He was here and then he just wasn't!"
"Are you sure he was there?" Michael asks.
"Did you look away at all?" Dean asks.
"No, he was there. I swear." Gabriel knows it's true. Though he doesn't want to admit it out loud, he definitely knew Sam was there, because Sam had fallen asleep on his shoulder, with Gabriel's arm around his shoulders. As soon as Sam disappeared, Gabriel's arm fell, and he knew he hadn't imagined it.
"Well, looks like we need a new plan after all," Anna says, getting a smack on the shoulder from Dean for it.
"How do we find him?" Dean demands, not asking anyone in particular but rather the group in general.
"Can't track him," Michael says. "Whatever took him has him warded pretty good."
"Then try harder!" Dean shouts.
"Dean," Castiel says quietly.
"What, Cas?" Dean snaps.
"Try to calm down. We'll find him, but you freaking out like this isn't going to help."
"Something just stole my brother out of thin air, and you're telling me to calm down?"
Castiel walks up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder affectionately. "Hey, Dean, it's okay. Just take a deep breath."
Dean does as Castiel suggests, and in a few moments, Dean looks and acts much calmer. With one last breath, he gives Castiel a small smile.
"Thanks," he says as Castiel removes his hand and takes a couple steps away. "Okay, so, uh... Sam's missing, and we can't track him... Can we track something he has with him?"
"He doesn't have anything on him," Michael reminds him. "He was going to bed."
"Actually..." Gabriel says hesitantly. Does he want to say anything? Should he wait to see if another idea comes up instead? But what if it's too late then? No, he has to say it. "I let him see that charm that Lucifer got for me for Christmas when I was, like, five. It's not on the couch, so we should be able to track that."
"You gave him your dog?" Michael asks in surprise. "You loved that thing."
Gabriel shrugs, trying to brush it off like it's nothing, but Michael is right. Gabriel had been begging Chuck and Amara for a dog all year, and even though Lucifer was basically broke, he decided to spend a few hard-earned dollars on a little plastic dog for him. Gabriel didn't go anywhere without it, and he  never gave it to anyone, so for him to hand it over to Sam, even temporarily, was huge.
"Doesn't matter Gabriel says finally. "Let's go find Sam."

A/N These new characters are not the ones from the show.

Sam wakes up on the floor of an old wooden building, confused and disoriented. He remembers going to sleep in the motel next to Gabriel. This isn't a motel. Well, it could be, but it's not the one he was in. It clearly hasn't been used in years, or at least not for long.
He stands up immediately, taking in his new surroundings. How did he get here? Where is he, anyway? He looks around for a light switch, but the one he finds doesn't work. He heads out the doorway slowly, making sure he doesn't trip on anything he can't see on the floor. Finally, he makes his way outside, and he just stands under the stars for a moment, not sure what to do. Does he go home, with Dean? Or does he stay here and wait for him? He doesn't know where he is, which would make leaving incredibly difficult. Maybe he should just wait around for Dean to show up. Dean will find him eventually. He always does. Right?
"Where am I? What's going on?" a small, feminine voice cries from a nearby house. Sam runs over to it, searching for another person.
"Hello?" Sam calls out from the doorway. "Who's there?" There's no answer. "I know you're here. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm stuck here too." Once again, there's just silence. "Alright, if you don't want to talk, that's okay. I can't force you to. If you'd come out, that would be great, though. Please?" When nothing happens, he sighs. Maybe he just imagined the voice. Maybe he's all alone. "Figures I'm stuck with stupid premonitions; the least helpful power there is," he mutters to himself as he turns to leave.
"Premonitions?" the voice repeats. Sam whips around and looks for the source. "You have powers, too?"
"Uh, yeah," Sam says. "Good to know I'm not the only one. Where are you?"
A girl steps out from behind a wall and into his view. Her dark hair is a mess, tangled and dirty from all her time here. Her expression is sad, but also hopeful, as if she's expecting Sam to save her. As if Sam isn't as lost as she is.
"Hi," she squeaks.
"Hi," Sam says softly in his most reassuring voice. "Hey, listen. My name is Sam. I'm here to save you and anyone else who may be here as well. Are you alone?"
She nods. "Yeah."
Sam takes a step towards her, but when she takes a step back, Sam backs up as well. "What's your name?" Sam asks.
"Ellie," she says hesitantly.
"Alright, Ellie. Is there any salt in here, do you know? And paint?" He isn't see what they're up against, so he wants to be sure he covers all the basics. He wouldn't know if any silver in the house is real silver, so that's not going to work, but with salt and paint for a devil's trap, they're safe from ghosts, demons, hell hounds, and just about everything.
"Uh, maybe?" Ellie says, confused. "Why?"
"I'll explain in a minute," Sam assures her, pushing past her to find the kitchen. He digs through every drawer and cabinet, but all he can find is one small container of salt, and no paint. He purses his lips as he thinks. What should he do? One container of salt wouldn't even cover all the doors and windows of the house, and there's no chance he'll be able to make a devil's trap without paint. An idea comes to him, and he pours a circle of salt on the ground. "Stay in there," Sam commands Ellie, who does as she's told immediately. "Whatever you do, do not leave the circle. I'll be right back, I swear."
"Wait, what are you-"
Sam runs out of the house, searching through a few more and finding a few more containers of salt. It should be enough to salt the doors and windows, but his new idea is to make a salt devil's trap. It will keep demons and ghosts out. Sam honestly can't believe his father and Dean hadn't tried that before.
"Hey, stop!"
Sam freezes at the voice behind him. He turns around and sees two people, a boy and a girl about his age, standing in front of him.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" the boy demands.
"My name is Sam," he begins slowly, trying to show them he's not going to hurt them. "I don't know how I got here, but I'm guessing it was the same as you. There should be someone waiting for me in another one of these houses, and I have to go meet them before they leave and do something stupid."
"You're not going anywhere until you answer some questions," the boy says.
"You came here with someone else?" the girl asks.
"No, I found her here, and right now I have to go do my job and save some lives, yours included."
"What the hell are you talking about?" the guys asks.
Sam sighs. "I don't have time for this. Either come with me or stay out of my way."
Sam starts running to the house he left Ellie in, not bothering to look back to see if he's alone or not. He gets inside as fast as he can, and he would have shut the door if he didn't hear the distant panting. Not bothering to wait around for them, he leaves the door open and hurries to the kitchen, where Ellie is thankfully still standing in the circle.
"What's going on? she asks again upon seeing his arrival.
"Hold on, I think we have visitors. I'll tell you as soon as they get here." He puts down all the salt except one and starts making a devil's trap around the circle he made for Ellie with it.
"What are you doing?" she demands. "This isn't the time for random art!"
"This isn't 'random art,' it's..." Sam sighs. "Never mind. Tell you in a minute."
"What the hell is that?" The boy from earlier stands in the doorway.
"Are you summoning the devil or something?" the girls jokes, obviously thinking he's crazy.
Actually, having the devil around would be pretty great. Lucifer could be a huge help right now. Sam doesn't think that's the best thing to say, though, so he sticks to telling them what's actually happening as he finishes his devil's trap.
"No, this is a devil's trap, and since it's made of salt, it will keep just about everything out for now. Demons, ghosts, hell hounds, that sort of thing," Sam tells them quickly. "Now, I don't know exactly what's going on, but I'm pretty sure I know a whole hell of a lot more than you, so I suggest you do what I say."
"And why would we believe you know anything that's happening right now?" the boy asks skeptically.
"Because I'm a hunter, and it's my job. So, allow me to enlighten you with what I do know. You're all from Kansas, though you may not live there anymore. Odds are, there was a fire when you were exactly six months old, but that might not be true for all of you. You're all about fifteen, maybe sixteen, same as me. You have supernatural powers that have recently started developing, and you didn't come here of your own free will. Odds are, you didn't realize you were gone until you woke up here. How am I doing so far?" Sam looks around at all the awed faces around him. So he was right; these are the kids that disappeared, and that's why he's here. It was a bit of a risk, not knowing for sure they were the ones from the news, but it seemed likely.
"Uh... Spot on," Ellie answers him finally. "At least for me."
The other two nods, clearly unsure of what to say. Ordinarily, Sam would have been proud of this, but at the moment, he's too busy trying to figure out what he should do. He's never been on a hunt alone. He's always had Dean with him, and usually his dad, too. He hasn't had to deal with any of this except the killing things part, and he isn't sure what happens now.
"Alright, everyone get inside the devil's trap," Sam commands. Everyone does as they're told. "And whatever you do, stay in there. You're safe in there, as long as you don't mess up the salt lines. I'll salt the doors and windows too, just in case, but if the trap is broken, there's nothing to save you from demons, and I'm not sure what we're up against yet, so you need all the protection you can get."
"What are you talking about, demons?" the boy asks.
"Yeah, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You guys have powers you can't explain; nothing should be too unbelievable for you. So, um.. Stay here, stay away from ghosts and demons, if you hear barking or growling it's probably a hellhound, but the salt will keep them out and I will be right back."
"Where are you going?" Ellie asks.
"To find other people out there," Sam tells them. "I know there are more people here, but I don't know where they are, so if I find anyone, I'll bring them back. Until then, get cozy, because you gonna be here a while."
Sam leaves them alone, salting all the doors and windows as he leaves. Now to see if there's anyone left alive to save at all.