Black Coffee With A Side Of Angel

Chapter VII

The nine hour drive seemed like forever. Gabriel seemed to talk non-stop with Cas, who had fallen asleep against the car door.

"Man, have you guys ever had a threesome, I've found out real quick what their kink was-"

"Ok ok, t-thats enough." Sam groaned, his lips curled in disgust not wanting to hear the details.

Gabriel's smirk disappeared quickly. He tilted his head slightly looking  upwards trying to concentrate, Cas had slowly sat up right now awake and alert.

"Uh, you hearing something we're not?" Dean glanced at them.

Gabriel's eye twitched slightly before replying, "Someone's blowing my horn."

"The horn of Gabriel? I thought we hid that thing." Dean commented.

"Well apparently not good enough, someones found it and they're playing my tune."

"Do you know where they are?" Sam asked.

"Far from here. Maybe an hour or two away," Cas closed his eyes opening them slowly, "Gabriel, that's not any ordinary tune."

"It's the tune of resurrection," the archangel sat back. "they're planning to bring back someone from the dead. Another angel."

"But what for, does this concern us?" Dean asked, pulling the Impala up to a motel.

"Oh definitely, you see," Gabriel begins, "for the horn to be in the hands of another is quite dangerous, last time it was played, they used it to kill hundreds of our brothers and sisters. Now imagine bringing back angels that were most likely killed by any of us, they're going to be out for blood."

Cas had looked away. Dean rubbed a hand over his own face."Well, Cas has killed over a thousand, and we've killed some major angels," he slaps his hands on his pockets. "this is just friggin fantastic." He grumbled as they got out paying for a room.

There were only two twin beds, Dean threw his stuff on one, "I call dibs!" He announced leaving the other three to fight over the last bed. Castiel didn't even try, watching Sam lunge for the bed, but Gabriel pushed him off effortlessly and jumped on the bed sighing loudly.

"Too bad, Losechester. It's mine, unless you wanna share." He shrugged.

Sam grumbled, "No thanks, the couch is better anyways."

Nightfall approached, Dean lay asleep snoring softly. Sam, restless ,yet tired, tossed and turned in the couch. Sudden thoughts rushed back to him in violent surges about: Bobby, his dad, his mom, and especially Jesse.

The thoughts made him sick to his stomach, everyone he loved died. It's not fair.

He brushed off the blanket sitting up, Cas was sitting in an armchair closest to Dean. He seemed to be asleep. Gabriel's back was turned to him, most likely asleep as well. Closing the motel door softly behind him he decided to get some air, the breeze was warm, ruffling his hair.

He heared the flutter of wings before Gabriel appears next to him almost making Sam slip off the Impala's trunk. "Hey Sammy, whatcha doin out here?"

"Uh, nothing. Just watching the stars."

"Your thoughts tell a different story, Sam..." His arm brushed against the hunter's. Sam was surprised the archangel actually said his name right, but inched away from him.

"I don't like my thoughts being read, it's something called privacy." Sam growled harshly.

"Sam, I'm just trying to help," Gabriel persisted. "I know that look in your eyes. That lost, broken look...is something I once had."

Sam looked down, he didn't like talking about his feelings, especially to someone who wasn't even human. Someone who had caused his heart to ache, but he never understood why.

"You want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Leave me alone, Gabriel."

"Sam, you need to stop. The ones you love are gone, but they're still there. They died for you-"

"What do you know about loved ones, or even love in general!" Sam yelled. "Stop talking to me about something you never had!" Regretting what he said, but as soon as the words were out he wished he could've taken them back.

The archangel flinched, visibly hurt by the words. His eyes hardened, "Oh cry me the Niagara Falls," he retorts standing infront of the hunter, "You wallow in self pity and hatred to the point where you reek of it. You still whine about your daddy leaving you, but mine abandoned me. My brothers. My sisters. And humanity for thousands of years while we sought out looking for him. At least you found yours, but mine..." Gabriel jabbed a finger at Sam's chest, his throat throbbed with emotion.

"My dad never came home, my dad never showed up!" he cried out in a low voice, "And who's the first ones he actually shows up to: you and Dean. Not even his own children, but you two muttonheads."

The archangel glared at Sam, who couldn't even look him in the eye feeling horrible for what he said, but before he could apologize the archangel was gone.