Sabriel One Shots

Good People that we Loved and Cared About

Dean's POV

"We lost a lot of good people!" Sam screamed, he seemed so tense and upset lately. Crowley was tied up in front of him and I was supervising since Sam could've easily snapped at any moment and killed... Everyone and anyone. 

"Aww poor moose, you're just worried about y-"

"Don't fucking talk unless you want to never leave this spot again," Sam said through his teeth. I walk toward Sam and put a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to relax and walk away.

"Deep breath buddy," I console and Sam breathes shakily.

"Good people, people we loved, people we cared about." Sam panted and gave Crowley the angriest look.

"Pathetic how you were with him," Crowley looks around the room casually. I felt Sam flinch, if I didn't have a hand on him he might've run after Crowley.

"Hey I'd recommend shutting the fuck up," I yell at him and he laughs. Cheeky bastard.

"Come on Sam let's go," we walk out of the room and shut the door. Sam is shaking mad but his face looks like he could cry, like sadness and grief. 

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?" I ask and Sam looks over at me, actual tears were rolling down his face. He opened his mouth and shook his head, some kind of aggravated smile spread across his face.

"I don't," he pursed his lips, "not with you... You'll never accept it."

"Accept what?" I snap at him, I clear my throat and wonder what the hell has him crying. Obviously, we lost someone important to him, but he was on someone in particular.

"I- I just miss those people a lot," Sam stutters.

"I'm sorry Sam and I do too," I tell him. He nods and walks away, taking his laptop and books to his room to research alone. I pull out my own books and start to do the same, my mind trails off. What were he and Crowley talking about?

"Dean," Sam called from behind me and I jumped. 

"You need a bell," I  laugh, "what's wrong?"

"I'm just going to bed," Sam said, "you should too."

"I'll go eventually," I scoff, "night Sammy."

"N-night," Sam stuttered to me saying 'Sammy'. It had been a while since I'd last said it but eh, he seemed distressed I might as well ease up on everything. Take care of him you know?

Sam's POV

I toss in turn, sleep. sleep. sleep. sleep. I finally get sick of it and sit up, maybe I should go back to researching. I open my bedside table's drawer and I grab the bottle of sleep aids, maybe these will help because I need to sleep. Whether I sleep the usual 4 hours or if I sleep a full 8 hours, I still feel exhausted and I look sluggish in the mirror when I wake up. I put two pills in my mouth and swallow them without water, I lay back down and sigh. sleep. sleep. sleep. sleep. I force myself to think about nothing, it's the only thing keeping me from exploding in tears and anger. 

"Well hello," I hear a familiar voice, "funny seeing you here."

"No, it's not," my voice cracks, "you haunt my dreams because you're all I can think about."

"The truth is harsh huh?" The voice sighs and Gabriel appeared in front of me, I don't bother to speak or touch him anymore. I had this dream all the time, the first time I screamed and hugged him and kissed him. I woke up in tears and the second time I knew it was a dream and just sat and stared at Gabriel, the Gabriel in my dreams was blurry and his features were off. Gabriel was much more beautiful in real life, I refused to let these dreams hurt me but they always did. This was the third one.