Lifting himself up of the dusty floor he snapped his fingers and the bloody hole in his shirt was gone. He walked over to Sam and bent down. He brushed a bit of hair out of Sam's face and then lifted him up bridal style. He snapped his fingers and Sam's shirt was also fixed. He snapped again and they were in their penthouse in Miami. Home. He placed Sam on the bed lying next to him and pulled the sheet over his cold body. Not long now and Sam will wake up.
Five hours later at three in the morning Sam jolted upright sucking in a deep breath and frantically feeling his chest. Gabriel grabbed his hands and calmed him. He told Sam what he did and what happened. Sam didn't care whether his father lives or dies. He was vunerable and miserable over what John had called him.
So Gabriel spent the rest of the night convincing Sam he didn't have demon blood, he wasn't a demon boy, and he DID deserve the love of an archangel, something he questioned.
They would spend the next day together and the day after that and the day after that.
They had forever.
Screw the apocalypse and all the shit destined to happen.
That couldn't happen now that Sam was a trickster and bonded with Gabriel, his guardian angel.
His guardian trickster.
The End.
...For now.
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My Guardian Trickster
FanficGabriel ran away from heaven and he didn't expect to hear from them or his father again. What happens when he is assigned to be Sam Winchesters guardian angel by God. Will he be there for Sam? Read to find out. A Sabriel story about Gabriel watching...
