AN: This is my first Fan-fic so please review and send me prompts. I'm dying to write but have fell victim to the notorious writer's block.
I clutched Gabriel, his flesh sizzling and burning mine. His wings were charred and brittle as I gently folded them into his back, soothing the smoking feathers. He can't be dead. I won't let him be dead. He needs to wake up, chuckling, "Aw... Moose-y! You do care!" His golden eyes twinkling with mischief at having yet again played the trickster. But the longer I shook him, the more certain he was dead. I prayed to him, cradling his limp corpse.
He really was gone.
Two weeks later
I jerked up in bed, cold sweat trickling down my back and plastering my hair to my face.
Nightmares plagued me, unwilling to relent and allow more than an hour of sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see Gabriel as I saw him last. Dead. The image is irrevocably carved into my eyelids.
I did the only thing I could think of. I prayed.
Every time I thought of him, I prayed. I was almost always praying. Hoping he could hear me. Telling that I love him. Saying things that I never got to say. Sometimes I would break down, overcome. This was one of those times.
"Gabriel, I miss you. I'm so sorry about everything. I wish I could take your place. I should have been in your place... I... it's just..." Tears had begun to forage paths down my cheeks as my words turned to sobs.
"Cheer up kiddo. No need to cry over little olé me."
I jerked my head up.
There he was, his golden eyes seeming to smile down at me. For a half a second, everything stopped. I was frozen. Then I launched myself at him, wrapping my body around his.
"Gabe... Gabriel, you... you're not dead?" My sobs made it hard to understand me, but he knew what I had said anyway.
"Can't get rid of me that fast! Where's the fun in that?"
"Why didn't you come sooner? Why didn't you tell me you were alive?" My voice wobbled as I dug my face into his neck.
"Honestly, Sam? I wasn't. But you, you prayed to me. Every day. And somehow, you brought me back. By sheer will, you gave a dead angel life. You were an angel's, well, angel. I love you. I'm sorry I never said it before. I, Gabriel, trickster, archangel, and Loki, love you, Sam Winchester." He gripped me tight, continuing, "I have loved you since before you were born. You are mine and shall always be mine. Forever."
Fresh tears spilled out, only this time with joy.
"I love you too. I never got to tell you." With a soft smile, Gabriel replied, "you just did." Then he pulled me into a kiss filled with love and joy and care and hope.