Split [Canceled]

6. Blind Man

It seems like a test, like everyone is saying things and doing things just to see how he would react. Sam was checking the wounds on his wings, talking about how it's a lot better. Suddenly, the two largest wings snapped to the angel's side. Sam sighed but remained calm, moving to the bottom pair of wings. The wings are always curled, being so big that they won't fit anywhere. "How do you think I can take care of your injuries if your wings are curled to your side?" Sam asked in a playful tone like he knew something was upsetting the angel and was trying to stay as far from making things worse as possible. "You can help with your magical moose powers." Gabe said in a similar playful tone but the wings didn't relax. Sam frowned a little, watching the wings.

Gabriel let out a quiet, almost silent, whimper. Sam seemed to notice. "Hey, what's wrong?" Asked Sam. "I'm sorry," Gabriel said and Sam noticed that he was crying. "Gabe, sorry about what?" Sam asked in a softer tone. He didn't get an answer; the angel just repeated his apologies, curled into a ball. "Gabe, if it's about not letting me check your wings it's fine. Gabe, I know you can't control it." He said gently trying to soothe him. Gabriel turned and buried his face into Sam's shirt.

Sam had no idea what caused the archangel's breakdown, but he didn't push anything, didn't ask questions, and he left the two wings alone. Sam, Dean and Cas talked about how Gabriel seemed to be doing very good for whatever had happened. They must have spoke too soon because it seems that as the archangel healed he was faced back to a fantasy reality. It wasn't the first random breakdown. Wasn't the last.

And for the moment that Sam sat on his bed, with the angel curled up crying in his lap, it seemed like there was more to the story. That Gabriel wasn't upset about the stabbing, it wasn't one of the aftermaths of the injury; that someone had done something to mess him up so badly was a thought that could make anyone sick.

Sam almost feared that Gabriel had died when the angel suddenly stopped. Stopped crying, stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped holding onto him. "Gabe?" He asked worriedly shoving the angel harshly. No response. He did it again and the angel shot up breathing heavily. "Gabe, are you alright?"

"Yeah." He said through his breathing. "What happened?"

"I had to do something." Gabe mumbled and his breaths evened. "Gabe, answers like that are never a good thing."

"Don't worry about it." Gabriel said and laid back onto Sam. Mumbling to himself about how Sam was warm but wasn't cuddling back. Sam was too confused to do much of anything, one moment Gabriel was calm, then he had a mental break, then he died for a moment, now everything is fine. It seemed like nothing had happened at all.

"Can I continue checking your wings?" Asked Sam when he let everything catch up. The wings tensed but Gabriel nodded. The left wing went smoothly the only injury was the one that they knew about. The right wing was, the opposite.

Gabriel sat on the bed, his back to Sam, but it was clear he was miserable. There were cuts scattered on the wing that left Sam confused. Some of the cuts were new; that would mean that nothing could be causing the cuts from the outside. No monster or demon was hurting the archangel.

"Sam are you done yet?"

"Almost."

Gabriel sat there until he couldn't take it anymore and pulled the wing out from Sam's grasp. "Gabe, how am I supposed to bandage it." Sam said patiently. "I'll do it." Gabriel snapped. Sam gave the angel the supplies before leaving.