REVIVE ▸ d. winchester [2] ✔

Chapter 18

Dean's POV

As my eyes grudgingly open, I'm greeted with a familiar tiredness inside of my head. The restlessness doesn't go away, no matter the number of hours I lay in my bed. I guess the nightmares can do that to you. Night after night, they don't go away. It's an endless cycle.

But today is different. It won't be just another day in the cycle. I won't let it be.

Because we have a plan. For once- for the first time in days, even weeks- we have a plan. This thought alone gets my legs swinging out of bed, out from under the sheets that had become tangled in the night.

I exchange my sweats for a pair of jeans-the same pair I had worn the day before mostly due to the fact that time to do laundry hasn't found its way into my schedule- and throw a shirt over my head. I don't pay much attention to how I look as I open my bedroom door and step out. Today would be a long day; I'm ready to get it started, with or without having stellar looks.

I walk through the bunker's maze of hallways, headed towards the kitchen without much thought. The lights were dimmed in the halls, and from the silence around me, I figured I was the only one awake. Sam is typically an early riser, but neither of us have been on much of a sleeping schedule lately. Seeing as he hit the sack close to three in the morning, I'm sure he wouldn't be up by now. He needs more than four hours of sleep. As for Gabriel, he said he had things to do. He won't be here. Besides, he doesn't sleep. 

I reach the entryway to the kitchen and step up the first of the two stairs. However, my eye catches something down the hallway before I can step up to the next. Cast on the floor, coming from the entryway to the main hall, is a dim light. I could just make out a shadow on the ground, sparsely moving. Somebody else was up and awake at this early morning hour.

I step back down and walk quietly down the hall to where the wall opens up into the large room. Looking around the corner, I see only one person standing in the middle of the room with their back to me. It didn't take me more than a mere second to determine who it was.

Gabriel stands in front of one of the large wooden tables, looking down at the angel blade he had left here late last night. The angel grace, too, sits in its flask on the table. His shoulders are hunched, and his head hangs low as he stands unmoving, deep in thought.

It wouldn't take a genius to guess what Gabriel was thinking so deeply about. After all, only a few days ago, he had disclosed a secret to Sam and I that no mortal was supposed to know. But, Gabriel was right to tell us; what we know now is our last chance. It's our only chance to finish this.

"God will finish what we cannot, Dean. I am certain of it."

Gabriel lifts his head but doesn't turn to look at me as he speaks. I still stand in the doorway quietly, looking at the angel's back. As much as Gabriel's solution seems viable, I would be lying if I said I didn't have any doubts. Everything is so out of my hands. So many things could go wrong, and there's only one thing that could go right. Only one outcome will bring us the slightest satisfaction.

"So we're supposed to put our faith in God? Just trust that he'll deal with him?" I say.

"God acts in mysterious ways." Gabriel turns to look at me, crossing his arms and leaning on the table behind him. "You may question it, but never stop believing that it's true. This will work. I know it will."