Title: Even a Broken Soul is Beautiful
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam/Gabriel
Notes: This was done as a prompt over on LJ.
Disclaimer: I don't anything…it makes me sad to admit the truth but I really don't.
Summary: Sam holds Gabriel's grace inside him and Gabriel holds Sam's soul.
It felt hot. No not hot, it was scorching it burned away at him. It stretched out into every corner of him and filled him. Every ounce of his body burned with the grace of the ex trickster. It felt white hot and the back of his eyelids felt as if the sun itself was being contained within them. It was so different from his soul. His soul was made of shadows it had spots in it that were so dark that it made him afraid to look. His soul was misused and abused, cracks spiraling out destroying it. It was being held together by Elmer's glue made of false hope. But he liked Gabriel's grace, he liked the way it made him whole, the way it burned away the darkness. He liked how it held so much light that it made him want to weep for its beauty. This was how Gabriel truly was, on the outside he might be a dickish asshole but in the inside he was bright and beautiful. His grace burned so brightly that Sam wanted nothing more than to hold onto it forever. To hold onto Gabriel forever. To be with the vessel that contained this beautiful intense grace.
Having a soul felt different, his Grace had burned hot had spread out to consume him to make him powerful. A soul was so different; it sat like a lump in his chest. It hurt. All the pain, the guilt, the anger that Sam had felt over the years weighed down heavily on him. The ache was so bad that Gabriel was surprised that Sam was still able to walk around, still able to smile and crack his lame jokes.
Gabriel prodded at it, felt over its cracked surfaces, felt the broken materiel of it and realized that it hurt the worse where Dean had touched it. There were so many emotions associated with the hunters' older brother that it made Gabriel marvel. Sam was a complex man, his soul was even worse. The twist and turns, the shadows that hid things that made Gabriel's ache for Sam, the light spots that made Gabriel ache in a complete different way. Everything about the soul was confusing and alien, all the pain that it stored seemed at moments to be overridden by the few glimpse of happiness that Sam was able to capture. It made Gabriel marvel. It made him want. Sam's soul was beautiful, all the dings and dents, all the cracks and tears. All of it was beautiful. So stunningly beautiful. And he wanted it. He wanted this, he wanted this soul, the man who the soul belonged to. He wanted to be able to feel the soul, and its owner, and know how it felt to be so broken and so perfect.