Sabriel One Shots

All is Well Yes?

"AUGH!" I scream, pacing back and forth around the room. I feel the wall, cold concrete. 

"Shit shit shit shit," I repeat. This is what I had been doing every day for a week, I laid my head against the wall and breathed hard.

"Calm down it isn't all that bad," Gabriel said, "I'm here." It wasn't actually Gabriel, it was something Crowley was making me see. A vision, a mirage, it wasn't real and I knew it wasn't.

"You aren't real," I mumble, "you'd get me out of here if you were real." Just then I got the memory of Gabriel being stabbed by Lucifer, my eyes burned as I saw the shudder of wings and the disappearance of the archangel. 

"How would you know that?" Crowley asked, taking over the place of Gabriel. 

"I don't," I whisper, "I'm the reason he had to die."

"There there moose," Crowley said, "no need to cry."

"When are you letting me out," I ask, "why am I even here anymore?"

"I don't know it's fun," Crowley smiled.

"You're a bastard," I mumble.

"Tell you what," Crowley pondered, "I'll let you go and I can see what I can do about bringing Gabriel back."

"Oh yeah," I laugh and raise an eyebrow.

"Yes," Crowley replies.

"What do I have to give you?" I ask, knowing I'll have to pay something big. This was either sarcasm or it was going to be an irrational deal that I wouldn't agree to.

"I want to just let you go," Crowley said, "but if you want Gabriel I'll have to ask for a favor."

"Yeah," I sigh. I missed him and he would never know, never know I loved him. Gabriel knew nothing of how I felt.

"How sweet moose," Crowley cooed.

"What?" I ask him.

"You've practically fallen for him, in a literal and emotional way." Crowley laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sending you back to your precious bunker," Crowley smiled, "I'll be paying you a surprise visit at some point." And in seconds I was in the bunker, the front door in front of me. My first instinct said don't believe it, that it was another vision he was making me see. I looked around, touched the things around me, and tried to decipher if I was really here. I walked in and looked around the living room, Dean and Castiel both looked at me with pure shock. I was breathing like I had been running for miles and my hair was probably sticking everywhere.

"Sammy," Dean stood up. He almost knocked over his beer and the laptop running up to me.

"It's really me," I said and hugged him. 

"Sam are you okay? Where were you?" Castiel asked and I shook my head, I didn't want to tell them about Crowley or Gabriel. 

"Sam while you were gone someone came back," Castiel said. Dean pulled out of the hug and grimaced, he shook his head. 

"Not anyone you care about Sam," Dean said. Dean decided to do all the tests on Sam too silver, salt, holy oil, etc.

"He says that he was able to come back because dad let him come back," Castiel said. Dean did all his tests as me and Castiel talked.

"He says that he wanted to see you but we didn't know where you were at," Castiel continued. I winced as Dean took a blade into my hand, he apologized quietly claiming it was 'the procedure'.

"But right now he isn't here," Castiel said, "he'll be back soon according to my understanding."

"Who is it Cas?" I asked, who could it be? Who would want to see me? My hand throbbed in pain and Dean groaned again.