Clouds [ON HOLD]

|4|•Sam•

I'm running out of ideas here, help. Also, pay close attention here, because if you do the foreshadowing will be revealed. Well, sorta, anyway.

Also, I had a chance at Sabriel. It was too good to resist.

•×•

"I can bring back one more person?" She mused, standing over the body. It had a large, blade shaped hole in its head and blood stains decorated the remainder of it's body.

"I guess I'll raise you, then."

She took a step forward and crouched down, gently resting two of her fingers on it's head.

It's eyes widened instantly, and a gasp escaped its throat. The wounds on its body mended themselves, sealing the punctures and renewing the blood vessels. It's broken leg snapped back into place, and the bruises that littered its body slowly began to fade.

"Go on, my little angel," she sang. "Go save your worthless little friends. And the world, while you're at it." She got up, hands on hips, and sighed.

"Maybe then he'll forgive me."

•×•

Sam was getting worried.

After the fifth time of ringing Dean without an answer, he got up and announced a search party. They split up into groups of two, making sure they each had a device of communication of some sort before taking off.

And he, of course, got stuck with Gabriel.

After his brothers death and the Apocalypse and all that, he didn't talk as much and even though he still threw in pickup lines here and there, it was obvious to see he wasn't in a good mood.

Hed lost a lot of power trying to save Castiel and even though he could still kill every one of the ailing with any demons within a 6 mile radius with a snap of his fingers, he got tired a kit more easily lately.

Sam could remember the first time he had fallen asleep. They were driving back to the Bunker after calling it a night and the archangel had looked absolutely smashed. His head lulled every now and then, and he seemed to be having an internal battle with himself just to keep his eyes open.

They were almost there, about fifteen minutes away, when Sam had felt a soft weight in his lap. He had looked down to see a golden curtain of hair wrapped around the most peaceful face he had ever seen the Archangel make.

He had been tempted to push him off, as they still weren't technically 'friends', but then he had snored softly and Sam knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he woke him up. She he just settled to driving like that, in comfortable silence.

It had been a long day. The sun was just setting, but Sam felt just about ready to collapse. His friends had tried to talk him into waiting for tomorrow, but he had argued that they had a higher chance of finding him the quicker they looked. They had stopped fighting after that, knowing nothing they said would make him change his mind.

Now he was starting to regret that decision. Gabriel had already fallen asleep in the passenger seat, head resting on the window and sadly not on him No, Sam. Stop with the gay thoughts! He mentally scolded himself, then groaned. He hadn't slept for days. And now he was arguing with himself.

He continued his mental bickering before stopping as a gust of smoke blew past him. He slowed the car to a stop, knowing the chances if him surviving where less if he drove when he couldnt see.