Split [Canceled]

3. Morning

Gabriel laid in an extremely warm cocoon. His eye lids were unbearably heavy and it took what little energy he had to open them. His vision was still blurred but he could make out a figure. A big one, laying in the bed with him, supplying him with the comforting shield. Suddenly, he felt naked, exposed, standing in front of a group of people with all of his insecurities in bright lights. He wanted to jump up and run away, but instead, he curled up and nuzzled into the warmth. Giving away and letting the boulders of eye lids drop.

The next time he forced his eyes open, it took a while for him to understand what's going on. He laid in a room, not covered in blood, with a light in the room. His wings were sore and he felt cold. Way colder than he had when he woke up the first time. He rolled over and saw a figure in the room. He wanted to speak but was tired, way too tired, like an unsafe amount of tiredness for an angel. "Oh, good, you're awake." Cas sighed. "Dean started to say that you were dead."

Gabriel would be laying saying that he wasn't confused; he had no clue what was going on. "How long was I out?" He asked weakly. Cas tilted his head and gave him a sad smile. "Almost a month." He answered just above a whisper. Gabe wanted to ask what day it was so he could understand how long he's been out, but he didn't know what day he blacked out on.

He wanted to sit up but he knew that he lacked the energy to do so. He, instead, curled up into a ball, pulling his sore, bandaged, wings around himself, and shivered. "I'm cold." He mumbled like a helpless child. Castiel got of from the chair and gave his brother another blanket. He continued shivering there for a while until he became too tired to care.

He woke up again some point in the day, he'd assume, to hear Castiel and Dean having some type of conversation. Gabriel didn't fully care about whatever they have to say; he was still trying to figure out what happened a month before he was gone. He remembers Asmodeus and, and, well, that's it. He doesn't remember anything else that had happened around that time. He looked at his wrists confused to see them bandaged up too.

"Cassie?" He squeaked. Castiel turned to look at the bed, "Yes, Gabriel?"

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure." A sigh came out. Gabriel wanted to ask about more and yet he couldn't seem to find the energy to do so. He moved around trying to find a new position of comfort before falling asleep again.

He, yet again, woke up. This time, the room was silent and he felt weird. He rolled over and leaned over the side of the bed and coughed his guts out. A door was opened, "why did you do that?" Sam's voice asked. "Shut up, Mildred." Gabe said tiredly, he did feel better though. He heard Sam chuckle and walk out of the room and come back in. He was only half aware of him cleaning up the throw up off of the floor. Gabriel tried to move back into a comfortable position and ended up knocking something over. He heard Sam say something under his breath, probably a bad word, and Gabriel apologized. "It's fine, just a lamp." Sam sighed. "It was the lamp's fault, it didn't see it coming." Gabe said. "How tired are you?" Sam laughed, "lamps can't see."

"Well, it must suck to be a lamp then."

Sam just laughed and continued to clean up the throw up that was still on the floor. Cas came running into the room. "I heard a crash, what happened?" He asked worriedly. "The lamp was standing were I was going." Gabe said barely awake at this point. Castiel looked so confused at what his brother said. "He knocked the lamp over." Sam said simply and Cas nodded, "that makes more sense."

Castiel went to the other side of the bed to clean up the broken lamp. "Is Dean still asleep?" Sam asked. "Yes, unless he woke up within the last couple of seconds." They had a completely normal conversation, not even noticing the tired, still half dead, archangel rolling around on the bed. The gross feeling came back, but this time he knew what it meant. "Sammy, I feel sick." He said. "Don't you dare throw up on my bed." Sam said quickly, getting up and leaving the room. He came back with an empty bowl. "If you throw up, throw up in here. I'm not going to stay here and clean angel barf off of my floor."

"Sounds like fun." Gabe joked before barfing into the bowl Sam gave him. He placed the bowl on the nightstand, were the lamp used to be, and almost instantly fell asleep.