Sabriel One Shots

#metoo

More about the finding of Gabriel... #metoo ig so enjoy it's a little heartbreaking

"Gabriel are you okay?" Sam worried and ran up to me, my eyes widened and I struggled in my bindings. Sam untied them carefully and I watched him, he looked up and met my eyes for a second before looking back down at his hands.

"Come on I'm getting you out of here," he said assuringly, "we're getting you out of here." I wanted to scream at him and cling to him, hug him until there was nothing left of me. I love you, I miss you, please help me, I'm hurting, I'm scared, Sam. Sam. Sam. My vision faded and I saw a hint of sun as my eyelids fell heavy, my mind going blank as I felt the warmth of lips against my forehead. 

...

"I just need to- oh he's waking up," Sam said and moved closer to me. His hand was in my hair, his fingers brushing through it gently. Dean and Castiel were sitting across the room, they must've been talking to Sam before I woke back up.

"Babe, talk to me your lips are-" I hugged him tight and he laughed before wrapping his arms around me, I smiled against his chest because I could smile again. 

"I love you and those are my first words in so long I love you," I cried and I heard him sniff.

"I love you too," Sam whispered, "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch." Sam ran his fingers through my hair and I was now aware that I was smearing my own blood all over him, I pulled away and sighed.

"Let me take you to the shower hm?" Sam offered and I nodded, following him to the bathroom. We left the over two, he turned on the water and I watched him with a blank stare.

"Is everything okay? I wanted to get in with you so I could make sure every wound was cleaned out properly." Sam said and looked at me with concern.

"I'm okay I just," I said nervously, "please don't..." I sighed, how was I supposed to tell my boyfriend I was scared to be touched. We had sex plenty of times I just wasn't ready, the things they did to me.

"Don't what Gabe it's okay you can tell me," Sam said quickly and walked over to me.

"I was- you went to hell did they- they um," I tried to explain but I couldn't.

"Gabriel I-" Sam sighed, "I know I understand, I-I can't believe- Gabriel god damn it." Sam hugged me, tight and he was shaking.

"What have they done? I'm so sorry this happened to you." Sam whispered and held me protectively, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

"I'm speechless I just- they did that stuff to you," Sam said, "what they did to me they've done to you and potentially worse, I can't begin to express how fucking pissed I am. Gabriel, I love you and I will try my best to make sure you aren't uncomfortable."

"Thank you," I sobbed, "I love you too and I'm sorry." I couldn't hold it back anymore as I bawled against his shirt, bunching the back of it up in my hands as he held me. 

"Don't you be sorry for a god damn thing," Sam growled and hugged me tighter. We finally pulled away from each other and Sam sighed, he had seen me naked hundreds of times before and I was going to be okay with that. I just don't know if he could touch me too much, not until I knew I could feel good without thinking of him or it. I pulled my shirt off and my pants and boxers, my lower garments were a lot more ripped and ragged while my shirt was just soaked in my blood. Sam must've cleaned my hair and face when he removed my stitches and cleaned the wounds on my face since it was completely clean of everything, except my tears.

"Go ahead I'll be in there in a second I need to get some things," Sam said before digging in a drawer. I stepped into the shower and washed my body off, careful not to hit any cuts or bruises. Sam stepped in gingerly and gave me a half smile, he sat down on the floor and I followed suit.