Grace And Soul [SPN FanFic] | Winchester Legacy I

Eleven

"Serah, for the love of God, answer the phone or I will-"
"Amie, stop it." Sam watched her put down the phone.
"She's gonna kill us. She's going to destroy the world. I knew she's a freak!"
"She's not going to kill us." Sam leaned against the table. "And she's not a freak. She's hurt and scared."
Amie ran her hand through her hair. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
Sam shook his head. "I'm gonna leave you alone here. Don't call her again. Don't do anything stupid." He pushed himself off the table and walked down the corridor until he stopped in front of one of the doors. Hesitantly, he knocked.
"Gabriel?" he asked, his voice soft and low. "It's Sam. Can I come inside?"
Gabriel didn't answer, but he made some noises. Sam slowly pushed open the door.
The archangel was lying in the bed, he curled up into a ball with the covers. Sam stepped closer. "Gabriel?" he asked again as he put a hand on his shoulder. He was trying to find him in the ball of covers.
"It's my fault, Sam." Tugging on the covers, trying to hide more than he already did.
"It's not, and you know it." Sam sat down on the edge and brushed over the covers, hoping it would reach down to Gabriel. "I'm sure she'll understand."
"I let her down. I gave her away. Maybe dad was a deadbeat, but I'm worse."
Sam sighed. "That was such a long time ago."
Gabriel's head peaked out of the blankets. "17 years. For me, that's about three seconds."
"You changed a lot in these three seconds." Sam's hand wandered upwards and loosened the blankets. "You went from brother-killing Trickster to archangel that cries about his daughter. I call that development."
Slowly, Gabriel straightened up and sat properly. His eyes were shining with tears he was trying to hide. Sam wrapped his arms around him. "We'll get her back. I promise you that. You helped me so much, now it's my turn."
Gabriel remained silent, his forehead leaned against Sam's shoulder.
"But first, we need you to get better. Come." Sam got up, Gabriel looking up at him. "Or you want me to pick you up?"
Gabriel didn't answer, just cuddled more in his blanket. Sam sighed and wrapped one arm around the archangels back and hooked the other under his knees. Gabriel seemed surprised by Sam's lack of space. Sam was surprised too. Gabriel didn't seem to mind, he moved closer. He probably didn't get a hug in a long time.
Sam carried him to the kitchen and put him down on the kitchen table. "You stay here and I make you something to eat." He made sure the blanket covered him properly before heading over to the fridge.
"I don't need food, Sam. You know that."
"Yeah," Sam admitted. "I thought it might cheer you up." He prepared something he thought Gabriel would like. He wasn't the best chef, not like Dean, but it was good enough to serve other people. A few minutes later he put the plates on the table.
Gabriel got off and dropped the blanket. Two plates stood in front of them, one for each of them. Hesitantly, Gabriel picked up the fork.
"I promise you, we'll get her back." Same sat down opposite to him. "Michael is right. She's a smart girl. She'll understand and won't turn on us."
"It's too late." Gabriel shoved the food in his mouth. "She already hates me."
"She doesn't," Sam sighed. "And if she does, she hates all of us. So we're all in the same boat." He watched the archangel silently continue eating. This answer didn't satisfy him, apparently. Sam wasn't surprised.
"Can I ask you something?" Sam asked.
Gabriel looked up. "Shoot."
"Do you know?"
Confusion spread on Gabriel's face. "Do I know what?"
"About her father." Sam moved his food around on the plate. "She was looking for him after you went MIA again. Maybe if we find him, and they meet, maybe she-"
"That's not a good idea," Gabriel interrupted. "He doesn't know about her."
"Well, yeah." Sam put down his fork. "Of course he doesn't. We talked to your old vessel's sister."
"How did you even find her?"
Sam shrugged. "I know people."
"You were in Omaha."
"I might have been." The corner of Sam's mouth jerked up into a quick smirk. "Anyway, Serah grew up with a friend of your vessel and her husband but now he's dead and Mona, the friend... She's not alright."
Gabriel continued to eat. "Nothing has ever been alright with her, so there's nothing wrong, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
"She didn't tell you?" Gabriel watched up. "It's a bit complicated to explain right now. Just know that things were kinda screwy, Mona told Katherine and that drove her insane and nearly off a bridge. Kathy was a distant relevant of my vessel so I stepped in and prevented her suicide. Mona and I, the real me, became friends, and then things happened."
"You became pregnant," Sam concluded. Something didn't fit in this story. "When I talked to Mona, she didn't know what was up. Why would she lie?"
Gabriel snickered. "Oh yeah, so she was my best friend who's actually an archangel," he ironically quoted.
"So you had your fun. With everyone." Sam glanced at him. "If you catch my drift."
"Life's too short to be restricting yourself to one gend-... What did you just say?"
Sam smiled. "Took me a few days and about four drinks to realize and I felt maybe a little dumb but eventually I did catch your drift."
"So you remember me subtly flirting with you twelve years ago, and it took you only said twelve years to tell me it didn't just go over your head?" Gabriel pulled up his eyebrows.
"You never tried again so I thought we had finished that chapter of our friendship."
"I never tried again?"
An awkward silence settled in.
"Well, apparently you did," Sam admitted. "I guess that one went over my head then."