The Loss (Sabriel/Slight Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter 2: Feelings That Can't Be Returned

(Narrator's POV)

The house was silent of any activity, Dean was upstairs trying to find an outfit. Since he was taking Cas of. Sam told him just to wear his regular clothes, Dean ignored him like he said AC/DC was the worst Band ever. Sam had been reading an old book he found in the basement, it'd only been a day since he got in a fight with Gabriel.

Dean told him to apologize, he wasn't going to since that was his last straw. The Winchester glanced at the clock, then the book he held in his hands. His brother stomped down the stairs with a goofy grin plastered on his face. "What do ya' think?" Dean asked, spinning in a circle.

"Fine," Sam answered, without raising his gaze away from the hardback book. Across the front it read, "Wolves of the Mist"

Dean sighed, "Sammy, just say your sorry. He didn't mean it." Sam adjusted in his seat looking into his brother's emerald eyes.

"Dean, he did mean it. He kissed me." Sam stated, Dean shrugged.

"So, the guy's got feelings for ya' just say your sorry. He's hurting man." Dean patted his brother's back heading into the kitchen.

"Well he can deal with it because I'm not talking to him." He mumbled, eyeing the phone with his dark eyes. Dean treaded though the living room, holding his jacket in his arms.

"You don't really mean that."

"Yes I do, Dean. I don't feel the same way about him." Dean rolled his emerald eyes.

"Do me a favor, at least see if he's okay. Text me when you're at his house to tell me how's he doing." Sam grunted throwing his head back.

"Fine," He got to his feet, grabbing his car keys, "If nothing's wrong with him I'm leaving."

(Gabriel's POV)

There I laid, on my bedroom floor, head low. And dark eyes staring down at the grey carpet. A branch banged against my window, like a person calling for help. In my left hand I grasped a small pocket knife. Stained with blood. With each cut if got deeper and deeper.

It wouldn't matter-I would heal almost instantly.

I did it again.

And again.

And again.

I grabbed my head in frustration, digging my nails into my scalp. My chest weaving up and down with unsteady breaths. Why. Couldn't. I. Just. Die. My heart ached for him, he wouldn't accept me. He pushed me away, running back to his house and locked the door.

"G-Gabriel....?" I looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway, his jaw clenched. Dark brown eyes glued to my scared arm-in the process of healing. I tore my eyes away from him, "Gabriel," He walked over to me, kneeling down. And took the knife, "Stop please, you're only hurting yourself."

"Why do you care?" I yelled, tears in my eyes, "You pushed me away! You did this to me!!" I pointed towards the scars on my arm. He took a step back sliding the knife in his pocket. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Sam slowly backed out of the room.

I scared him away again. I'm so stupid, he took the knife. It didn't matter I had another idea.

(This story has Self Harm and suicidal thoughts or attempt suicide. If you don't like please don't read)