Hello! This is my first multi-chapter Supernatural fiction. This story takes place right after S08E08 "Hunteri Heroici", ignoring Naomi's existence and changing the fact that Castiel decided to stay with Fred at the end of the episode, and instead continued to hunt with Dean & Sam. I hope you like this story, and if you do, let me know in the reviews. Thank you. Enjoy!
"May I ask where the pie is located?"
"It's over there, next to the bread," the cashier monotonously answered, pointing right of the tall man.
"Thank you," Sam graciously responded, slowly heading off into the given direction.
The motel wasn't that far from the gas station, so he wouldn't have too long to get out of the room. If he took too long, Dean might ask questions when he came back, though he surely wouldn't go looking for him while he was gone. Still, he wanted to take as much time as he could.
Castiel and his brother were having another one of their intense staring sessions while they were looking for a new job. Ever since the angel had dragged him out of hell, they'd engage an odd phenomenon where they'd exchange eye contact for several minutes while hardly saying anything. And if they did speak, it was always something deep or intimate. It's how they communicated.
However, that's not what bothered Sam. For the most part, he didn't care about the way Dean and Castiel interacted. What irked him was that every time Sam confronted him about it, he'd deny it. He'd tell him that he was making up things, that he was imagining it all. He said that he spoke with Cas the way he'd speak with anyone. He said that Cas was no different from anyone else he socialised with.
Sam knew that was bullshit. Even if he thought of Cas in the same way as everyone else, he sure didn't act like it. It irritated him that Dean had the nerve to say that he was making it up in his head. After the whole deal with Lucifer, he knew what hallucinations felt like. Dean and Castiel's gazes were not illusions. They were real, and after Castiel's return from purgatory, they were more real than ever.
He needed to clear his head. He used getting food as an excuse to leave and tried to savour every moment alone that he could. After losing Amelia, he wanted to get away from the hunting life as much as possible. Shopping at a gas station? That was normal, or at least more normal than sitting in a motel room with his older brother and an angel of the Lord while they "discussed" possible jobs that would involve them either killing a creature, exorcising a demon, or salting and burning a corpse. Yeah, shopping is normal.
He saw the cherry pies and grabbed for one. He walked to the coffee station to make himself a cup and when he looked down at the pie, it was no longer pie. It was a large bag of carrots. We grabbed the carrots, leaving his cup at the coffee section, and returned to the pie section. All the pies were placed as they were when Sam left, so he grabbed a new one and placed the carrots on the rack, hoping no one else would notice. He went back to make his coffee and when he was finished he looked down at where he put the cherry pie, and it was suddenly a head of cabbage.
He knew something was wrong, so he pulled out the EMF reader he always carried in his pocket. When it received no signals, he put it back inside his jacket. He looked around suspiciously, wary of everything around him. He hated worrying about his safety every second he went out into public. Normal people just worried about robbers and muggers, at most. He was trained to be alert of demons, angels, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, pagan gods and much, much more.
He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible so he set the coffee cup on the counter and went back to grab a new pie. This time, he carried the pie tightly and did not take his eyes off it. He set it on the counter, next to his brew, maintaining a steady stare on it.
"Hey, man, you alright?" the young male cashier asked in response to Sam's odd behaviour.
"Yes. Hurry up," he demanded, continuing his focus on the cherry pie.
"Okay, all right," the blond man responded hesitantly. He rung up the numbers in the register. "Eight dollars and fifty-six cents."
Sam hastily grabbed his wallet out of his jacket pocket, sustaining his glare with the dessert, and pulled a ten dollar bill out, without breaking the contact with the pie. "Keep it all," he commanded.
He left, gripping the pastry container in his dominant right hand, and loosely holding his coffee with his left. He walked to the impala, opening the door with his left, and placing the pie on the passenger's seat and the coffee in the cup holder. He kept glancing over at the pie until he finally started the engine and took off down the road.
Once he stationed the vehicle into the motel's parking lot, he looked at the pie, only to find it had been transfigured into large sticks of celery.
"You have got to be kidding me!" he exclaimed.
"Well, it's what I'm best at," a voice chirped from the backseat.
Sam jumped from his seat, startled, spilling the coffee over the seat. He immediately turned around to see what had spoken.
"Oh my god," he uttered in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. Was he hallucinating this time? No. He wasn't. Yet, this couldn't be possible.
"No, no. You're not real. You can't be. You were dead," Sam objected, trying not to trust the sight in front of him. The shiny amber-tinted hair. The chilled hazel eyes. The subtle stubble.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You know me better than that. You really think I'd let little Luci get away with that?"
"Gabriel! I can't believe this! You're, you're alive?" Sam cried joyously. He was overwhelmed with happiness for a moment until his thought process kicked in.
"Wait," he mandated, "prove it. How do I know you're not a shifter?"
"Who else can change a pie into a heap of disgusting vegetables?"
"Firstly, vegetables aren't disgusting. I've been eating organic foods lately, and they are very rejuvenating," Sam defended.
"Yeah, whatever," Gabriel commented, disregarding Sam's statement whilst pulling out a lollipop from thin air.
"You are unbelievable, you know that?" Sam said, with a mix of aggravation and admiration.
"It's my best quality," the archangel bragged with a cheeky smile.
"Well, I'm gonna need you to bring me my pie back. And clean up this mess! Dean will kill me if he finds a stain on the seat!"
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll help you," he complied with a mischievous eyebrow raise towards the hunter.
"What's the catch?" Sam droned, not wanting to work for him. These things always came with some sort of condition when it came to Gabriel. He always wanted something in return.
"I need a little help with something, and you're the only person who can do it," he told him.
"Help? With what?" Sam enquired, wanting to know more about Gabriel's task.
"We can't talk about it now. Your brother sees the car and he's coming outside. He can't see me. Not yet. Meet me at midnight, outside the gas station."
"Wait. You're dead for several years and then show up randomly asking me to help you out of the blue? Why should I trus-" Before he could finish his interrogation, Gabriel disappeared.
"Sam, who the hell are you talking to?" Dean asked, opening the driver's door to look at him.
"Umm.. no one. No one, Dean. Just myself," the younger brother answered quietly, a confused look on his face.
"You sure you ain't seeing things again? I know Cas took all your crazy in, but if he left some of it in, and you're seeing the devil on your ass, you need to tell us," Dean said.
"Dean, I'm fine!" Sam spat. "Look, just believe me, I'm fine."
"If you say so," Dean spoke, compliance in his tired voice. "Ooh! You got me exactly what I need right now," the eldest cheered with enthusiasm.
Sam turned his head to the right. He looked down, only to find a large cherry pie on a clean, unstained seat.
Hello, again! So, what did you think? What could Gabriel possibly want from Sam? What happened to him? Feel free to tell me your speculations. Also, please, if I made any mistakes, whether it be grammar, spelling, characterisation, etc. let me know! I will be sure to fix them and do better in the future. Thank you for reading. Stay tuned for Chapter 2. Stay awesome! :D
