Coin of ivory- A Sabriel fanfic

Chapter 4

-Sam's POV-

Cas stood himself in the middle of the dining room, a rather heavy breeze beginning to howl as he began uttering the spell to summon the angel. I noticed that Gabe was practically clinging to my side, probably out of fear, as he did not know what to expect. He probably knew this son of a bitch and made his life in Heaven a living hell as he watched his siblings tear at each other's throats. I understood how that felt, except it was when I left my family behind for Stanford, which was a day neither me or Dean will forget.

-flashback-
John and Dean were both loading their guns, preparing for the next case we had on our hands. All I could hear behind my back was several clicks, though that could've just been me clicking my fingers out of anxiety. My gun laid about 2 feet away from me, with the ammunition perched on top of it. I sighed softly, with my head in my hands. What would dad think about this? More importantly, what would Dean think? He'd probably hate me for this. Though I'd be following what my teacher said about betraying the family business, what if he- "Sam," a familiar, low voice resonated from behind me. "Do you think we have all night? Load your fucking gun or there'll be consequences. You know exactly what they'll be... or did you suddenly forget how to load it, being the useless piece of shit you are?" I stood myself up and faced him "no sir, I didn't forget. What if it just happens that I don't want this life? What if I just wanted to have a functioning family, rather than.. whatever this is? I don't want to be an outcast. I don't want to be a freak. I just want to be like other 18 year olds.. and you wanna know something? I'm gonna escape this shithole of a life I have. You wanna know why? Because I applied to go to Stanford, and I have free will! You do not control me!" John stood himself up too and was now almost in my face. "I am your father! I have full control over you, you bitch! And no son of mine is ditching the family business to go to college! Besides, where are you gonna go when they decline your application? You ain't coming back to me and Dean. Once a traitor.." I heard the pump of the shotgun. "..always a traitor." My eyes streamed as a bullet fired at my leg to decapacitate me. I fell backwards onto the floor, my eyes filled with horror as he approached me. I was so terrified, I couldn't even budge an inch. I was like a statue and saw my life flash before my eyes for a brief moment. I.. I genuinely thought I was gonna die that night. I felt every punch and slap to my body even when I was unconscious for a couple of minutes. Crimson gushed from my nose as he had broke it yet again, as well as it pouring uncontrollably from my leg, which I believed was probably broken. While I was unconscious, I heard an unclear, echoey voice. Someone was calling my name. They were in agony and tears were choking them. "Sammy..! S..Sa.. wake.. please! He'll hurt you!" Dean. It was Dean. I didn't let anyone else call me Sammy, because no one had ever meant more to me than Dean. He was my brother, but I'd do anything for him. I recognised his voice instantly. I stirred and gasped as I saw Dean recieving what I should've recieved. I could hardly recognise him as his face was drenched in his own blood. All I could really see was both fear and bravery in his eyes. "Sam! R-run while you still can!" I teared up. My instinct told me to push John away from Dean, or load my gun and shoot him, but my heart told me to run. I was at a crossroads in my mind, and I was just clueless as to where I wanted to go at this point. "b-but-" "go! I'll be fine, just- persue your dreams.. for me, because I know I never will." I took a moment to stare at his half-mangled body then limped away as fast as I could, before falling again just outside of our house. I opened up my flip-phone and dialed a cab company. "Laurence Cabs, how can we be of servi-" "I-I need a cab immediately. 247 Scarlet Avenue. It's urgent." I hung up and, once the cab arrived, I finally let my guard down in the passenger seat. I swear I must've sobbed the entire journey to the nearest hotel, which was about 30 minutes away, while the driver probably just thought I was a drunk man who was rejected a one night stand or had gone through a break-up.

He could never understand how I felt that night.

-present time-
At the current moment, I was on the verge of tears. Remembering that night was like stabbing at least 9 million knives into your brain and just being left to writhe in agony. I pulled Gabe closer to me, which resulted in him blushing and relaxing a little in my touch. I didn't tear my eyes away from Gabe (who, at this point, was probably confused as to why we were looking at each other for this long, but also happy that I was comforting him) until Cas raised his gruff and husky voice of his. "You might want to close your eyes. Remember when I accidentally blinded Pamela, Dean? This angel could do that to you, or maybe worse." Gabe buried his head in my chest and shut his eyes tightly. His body was vibrating more than John's phones at this point and I swore I could feel my shirt become damp. "Okay, you can open your eyes now." Gabe opened his eyes, but refused to let go of me. He just looked up at me with eyes the size of needles. I stroked his hair and looked away from him to look at what Cas had summoned. It wasn't just one demon. There was two of them. A pre-teen boy with fire for his wings and a man, whose vessel must've been only 25 at the date of his possession. The boy had raven hair and a white dress shirt, along with grey trousers and brown boots. As for the man, he had a trench coat, like Cas, but it was grey. He also had black eyes with white pentagrams in them. I looked over to Cas, who seemed highly concerned. "Cas, is something wrong?" He hastily looked over at me and nodded. "Two demons implies that they're bound together for some sort of purpose, and usually only appear to the person, or persons in some cases, in whom they are targeting. They often inflict fear in the person they are targeting, even if they cannot see them. The person can usually feel their presence. That's why Gabriel is.. the way he is right now."

Surely there was some way to get rid of these fallen angels. I wanted to know how they were harming him, and I wanted to end it. No one else mattered to me now except the vulnerable archangel clutching onto me for dear life, trembling and sobbing into my chest.

Dean always told me that this feeling was love. The feeling of wanting to keep someone as close as possible forever and never wanting anyone or anything to hurt them, and you'd sacrifice yourself for them. Maybe this is what I feel towards Gabe. No son of a bitch was ever gonna stand in the way of me and him. I'd make sure of that.