One small act can hold great consequences and change the course of the future. What if Azazel had died years before he could make Sam one of his 'special children' and the Winchester brothers never grew up in the hunting business?
Instead of knives...
"Are you going to make a habit of this? Barging into my home and scaring Mark?" ~ Sam Winchester
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Mark is a fallen angel. The Devil himself. Sam's mind was racing when he tried to grasp this new piece of information that was revealed about his angel. But then again, how could one ever hope to fully understand something like that?
He could do nothing but stare in shock. And he hadn't meant to, but when there was a sudden movement in his line of vision, he recoiled away.
Something which Lucifer seemed to take the wrong way. Sam noticed a flash of pain on his expression. Somehow seeing a shimmer of his beautiful wings in the air behind him, he observed that they were trembling. "I-I guess I'll be going then. Just... thank you. Thank you for teaching me how to love humanity." Lucifer stammered out as he stepped back, taking his distance. Before Sam could reach out to him, or say anything, the angel had already disappeared in a flutter of wings and Sam was left grasping for air.
No. "Mark!" He called out, but he was too late for the Angel was already gone. Sam wasn't entirely sure yet about what to think of him being the first fallen angel, but he did know that he needed to find him and apologize. He had not meant to react that way... he just needed some time to process it.
Still in a daze, he sunk through his knees and looked at Gabriel who sat in front of him. The dog gave him an almost accusing look. Scoffing, Sam reached out to pet the fluff on his cheeks. "I screwed up, didn't I, Gabriel?" He muttered more to himself than to Gabriel. "I need your help. Do you think that you can find him again?" He whispered, both hands on the corgi's cheeks. Gabriel whined softly and flopped down his ears.
Sam sighed and stood up slowly. Looking out of the window, he noticed that it wouldn't take very long anymore for the sun to set. An hour at most, probably. His heart ached at the idea of Mark, or Lucifer - or whatever he preferred to go by - to be out there during the dark. "I'm going to find him, Gabe," Sam whispered, already moving to grab a flashlight. At second thought, Sam also grabbed the blade and put it through his belt, being careful not to accidentally stab - or kill - himself. The corgi watched him do so silently, not barking for once.
Having found a flashlight, he went to the door and Gabriel silently followed him. "You coming with me?" Sam asked with an arched eyebrow. The corgi barked, and he shrugged. "Very well, let's go then."
Closing the front door behind him, Sam looked up towards the darkening sky with a frown. What if he gets lost or is even scared? Shaking his head, he gripped the flashlight tightly and turned it on before going into the woods. In the absence of the daytime, the normally peaceful and magical forest now looked eerie and brooding. He gulped once before he went inside and got swallowed up by the towering trees, Gabriel loyally trotting behind him.
"Come on, Gabriel. Search," Sam told his corgi after a while. Gabriel gave him a look over his shoulder before turning and walking around in a few circles as he sniffed the ground. Sam watched him silently until the corgi's ears perked up and he dashed away in a half-run. Sam ran after him, taking great care not to lose sight of the dog in the darkening woods.
