Sam watched the archangel scream at him, telling him he could have stopped Lucifer from killing him. Sam's whole body was numb, not feeling a thing. "You should have stopped him Sam!" Gabriel yelled, putting more venom into the next words. "You're just as worthless as Lucifer, no wounder you're his damn vessel!" The archangel held out a blade, then took two steps toward the hunter. "Let's see how you like it." Gabriel shoved the sword into Sam's gut, making him scream, then twisted it.
Sam started to cough up blood. "I'm sorry Gabriel," he whispered as the shorter man twisted the blade again. The blood splattered across his face.
Sam woke up in a cold sweat, Gabriel clung onto his side. "Something wrong?" Gabriel mumbed. Sam nodded. "What?"
Sam just gulped down dry air, making his throat even more pain filled. "You're still dead," Sam whispered, his voice cracked. He looked down at the dried blood on his wrists. "And I'm alive."