Trigger warning: Sexual, mental and emotional abuse. Don't read if you don't like these themes.

"What's the matter?" A male demon sneered "Demon got your tongue?"
The half naked archangel covered his head with a blood soaked wing. "Ah,ah,ah." The demon tutted and shoved an angel blade threateningly through the rusty bars. Sigils had been painted in blood to prevent him from flying away. Some blood had been from him and some from other angels that he dare not think of.

He had been told he was not the first and Gabriel had tried the first day to strangle the demon. That had ended in his night in the dark room, called so because it was pitch dark and no sound could get in or out. Sometimes Gabriel would think things were crawling over him, eating at him, scratching at the walls and tormenting him until he begged to be let out. Of course no one ever came.

The angel flinched and slowly withdrew his wings. "That's better, Gabriel." he cooed almost lovingly. "Now bend over on all fours. We're gunna have some fun." The demon grinned as he unzipped his fly.
Gabriel shook knowing what their 'fun' meant.

Pain.

Torture.

Gabriel did as he was told. The last time he disobeyed his wing had been carefully sliced. Not enough so he couldn't use it, but enough that it left scar tissue and a reminder that they could cut them off. And with his own blade no less. That had to be the worst, that it was by his own weapon that was suppose to protect him.
Like his brothers were suppose to.
He wanted to cry at the memory of searing flesh splitting to make way for the blade. The feel of his blood as it oozed like a red river in it's wake.

"keep still." the demon hissed as it slid Gabriel's strip of cloth down around his ankles. The only thing he had that wouldn't mean he was completely naked, It had been the tatty remnants of his boxers. Everything else had been ripped from his body while the demons took what little dignity he had.

He hadn't realised he was shaking so badly and tried to steady himself as well as his breathing. The short huffs of pained breath would only anger his jailer and bring more abuse. Finally he brought his dirty wings to shield his tear stained face from the world and tried to think of anything except what was happening to him.

"Get away from him." a weak female voice shouted. Gabriel removed his left wing to see who had spoken.

In the cage next to him sat a very frightened young angel. Her boyish black hair stuck up in odd angles and she was obviously a new find, her clothes were hardly ripped. Her wing's also seemed unblemished by blood and other bodily fluids.

Her blue eyes held a ferocity but her frame shook in waves of fear.
"What did you say, bitch?" The younger angel looked him in the eye.
"I said get away from him." she stood spreading out her bluish small wings that marked her as a cupid. Gabriel would have been impressed by the courage of this cupid, not may had that sort of courage. But that was when he was an all powerful archangel, now a days he felt nothing. Only pain.

The demon smirked at her "I'll deal with you later." he turned to leer at Gabriel "After I've had him." Gabriel whimpered pathetically and did his best not to think about the abuse from the demon behind him. Rough hands grabbed and pulled hoping for a noise or scream, but Gabriel stared brokenly at his weeping sister.
Her blue eyes watery and she tried to hid her face, tried to not break for her once great brother. Gabriel knew this, he also knew that her hope had been lost. Lost, dashed and stomped all over because if her powerful Archangel brother couldn't get out, then what chance did she have?

Gabe felt stickiness slid down his thighs and knew it was over. For now at least.
"Good slut." the demon said letting go of the weary angel and letting him fall to the floor. Loud fear inspiring footsteps faded away, leaving Gabriel to lay crumpled and crying on his dirty, cold stone floor.

"G...Gabriel?" the angel said "Brother, are you Ok?" Gabriel nearly laughed. OK? OK? how could he have been Ok after only father knows how long he's had this torture? But of course he stayed silent. Like a good little slut.
"I contacted Castiel before I was stuck down here. They know where we are, they'll be here any minuet." again Gabriel said nothing. He was tired of empty promises and nothing but pain, he just wanted to die. On this stinking floor surrounded by dead rats, blood and other fluids he didn't want to name. "I'm Amiel." she was met with silence "You can call me Amy if you want. I was sent to see if you were still alive, see we felt your grace a couple days ago but weren't sure if it was yours..."
Gabriel had stopped listening, deciding to tune her out and her false hope. No one was coming for him, no one ever did.

There was a scuffle in the corridors and footsteps, so Gabriel closed his eyes tight and crawled into a ball. Hopefully if he could make himself small enough he wouldn't be noticed. In the weakened state he was in it was a struggle to pull his wings, but if they didn't see his wings they might think him a human and leave him alone to die in this stinking mess. Some might say he desurved this, Lucifer certainly thought so.

After Gabriel faked his death he appeared out side the hotel ready to announce to the Winchester's that he was in fact alive and kicking. Unfortunately Lucifer had found out his game plan, or it could have been that he knew Gabriel too well. Either way he was trapped in holy fire and two demons stood in front of him, "Looky what we got." the female demon sneered.
"Aww, but he's got his wings Pam. Our lord won't like it." the male demon moaned and both he and Pam looked at each other with an evil smirk.
"Well, Rich. Looks like we'll have to bind him." Of course Gabriel had scoffed and jabbed back.
"Is this all Luci could scrap up? I'm insulted." Gabriel smirked but both Demon's had grinned unsettlingly and raised a hot poker covered in holy oil and in the shape of a sigil that would bind his powers.

Gabriel whimpered at the memory of the burning pain as his hand unconsciously traced the burnt on on his left arm.
A hand grabbed his arm and he flinched. This was shortly accompanied by a scream, he was back. He was back and would want to further abuse him and humiliate him.

"Brother." Gabriel heard the person ask, but it wasn't the demon's harsh voice. It was gruff yes but it was safe.
Safe.
A word he had forgotten he knew.

Slowly he raised his head and let out another cry. Not of pain or fear, but of relief.
"Castiel." he croaked at the blue eyed angel. His brother. His saviour.
Cas's eyes opened wide "Gabriel?" he asked and Gabriel knew why he possibly didn't recognise him. Recently his grace had locked it's self away meaning he was basically human. Because of this he had lost a considerable amount of weight, but the worst thing was his eyes.
Gabriel had only seen his eyes once since being here and it was so he knew how far he had fallen, more mental games he was tired of playing, but they were dull and lifeless. No more glint of mischief or the fire of passion for life lit them anymore.

They say eyes are the windows to the soul, even though he has grace it still held true to him. He was empty and dead inside.
"Don't worry brother, I'll take you somewhere safe." Castiel said as he picked up the limp body of his brother.

Gabriel held on to his brother as Castiel carried him to safety. He wondered why they weren't flying, but soon forgot when he was placed in a car and laid gently down in the back-seat. So far he was safe.

Cas lay Gabriel carefully on the back-seat; he didn't know how much damage had been wrought on Gabriel's small, pale body, and slid in to the front seat.
"Where we going?" Came a weak, raspy voice of Gabriel. Cas winced at how raw his brothers voice sounded. Something slid down his cheeks, a light dab and he came away with tears. His brother had been there for five years and he had not even bothered to find him, just accepting that Gabriel was dead and getting on with the apocalypse.
Cas' shoulders shook with silent tears. Obviously he wasn't as silent as he thought "M'ok." Gabriel slurred. Cas glanced back at Gabriel to see him fall asleep.

xxx

Sam blinked. The block of text on his laptop blurred and swam as two nights of researching took it's toll. It didn't matter how much he looked, Dean was still evading him and wreaking havoc as a demon.
With Dean gone he found the bunker uncomfortably silent. Each time Sam awoke he expected to be met with with Dean singing loudly, but only the emptiness stretched out in front of him like a dark tunnel with no end.

He needed his brother. Sam had lost everyone; Jess, Dad, Mom...Gabe. Sam tried not to think about the Archangel he had once hated. He knew now what Gabriel was trying to warn them of and his sacrifice had softened Sam's heart. Sam even thought of him as a part of team free will.

'Knock, knock'. Sam looked up from the laptop frowning at the door. 'knock, knock,knock'. the knocking sounded more urgent this time and closing his laptop Sam stood from the table. He moved cautiously as he opened the door and was ready to attack.
Sam opened the door to find a figure holding a body in his arms standing out against the dark December night. "Cas?" Sam asked and the angel nodded as he shook the rain out of his eyes. Person lay in the falling angels arm but the form was cover in Cas' trench coat so Sam couldn't make out who it was.
The chilly night air pricked at Sam's skin as Cas hurried past him and placed the bundle on the couch. "I'm sorry to drop in, but..." Cas said looking down as he uncovered the face of the bundle.

Sam's heart stopped.

He stared at Cas and the angel stood protectively in front of his elder brother, Gabriel, the fricken archangel.
The dead archangel!
He was dead. But obviously he wasn't, he was laying there sleeping with a pain filled expression and breathing heavily.
"I know he has hurt you." Cas said evenly "but he is in need of help. And he is my brother, please Sam." Cas cranked up the puppy eyes to a whole new level "Help him."

Sam sighed "Of course I'll help him, but why bring him to me? why not your angel friends?" Sam asked not being able to take his eyes off the, seemingly frail, archangel. Gabriel looked so pale as if he hadn't seen the sun in years and his once neatly kept dirty blond hair was now greasy and curled under his chin.
Cas sighed "Our siblings have not forgiven him yet. Some believe it his fault that we are fallen because he ran away." Cas said looking sadly at Gabriel "I'm afraid they might...hurt him." the silent 'kill' wrung out like a gong. He picked up Gabriel's wrist delicately and Sam could see a sigil burned into the pale flesh like a brand.
"This stops him from accessing him angelic abilities." Cas said sadly.
Sam took the wrist in his hand and examined the burn.

Suddenly Gabriel's eyes flew open wide and terrified. He let out a scream, tugging at the limb enclosed in Sam's large hand. Sam let go in surprise and Gabriel fell backwards off the couch and on to the floor; scrambling behind Cas' legs.
"Shh, brother. It's only Sam." Cas soothed. And Gabriel whispered something to him. Cas' eyebrows drew together "Why would you be afraid of Sam?" Gabriel looked past Cas' legs to look at said hunter and whimpered.
Sam thought it would be a good idea to stay a good distance away from the now human Archangel. "I won't hurt you. I promise." Sam said giving Gabe his most trusting face.

Gabriel gave him a blank look "That's what Lucifer said."
The hunter felt a chill go down his back, so this was Lucifer's doing? "Gabe?" Gabriel blinked and looked at him still hiding behind Cas' legs. "Where were you? What happened?"
Gabriel curled in on himself with a whimper. Cas bent down to be at eye level with his brother. Before he could get a word out he had his arms full of a crying archangel before he promptly passed out. Sam made to come closer but Cas shook his head "Is there somewhere he can rest?"
Sam nodded and showed them to a guest room.

Cas closed the door behind them as they exited what was now Gabriel's room. "What happened?" Sam whispered, hoping he wouldn't wake Gabriel. Cas gave him what Dean would have called a smiting look. "He has not been dead for the last six years." Cas said and Sam suppressed a 'no kidding'. Cas pulled him to the living room and told him all he had pieced together and the state he found Gabriel in. Cas had tried to patch Gabe up the best he could and then came to the bunker.

Sam took a deep breath "So they..." he couldn't finish the sentence, how could Gabriel have lived through that? And it was all thanks to his own brother. Sam couldn't shake off the disgust that seemed to cling to him, he knew Lucifer was evil but to put his own little brother through that...
Cas nodded sadly, the sudden movement pulled Sam from his mind.
"Sam, I'm not quite sure where he is mentally. When he has talked to me it was almost child like." He shook his head "I could stay for a week but then I have to go." he told Sam regretfully. Sam nodded and soon their attention was caught by a high pitched shriek.

xxx

Gabriel had awoken to pitch darkness and immediately fear had pushed up and out of his throat in one long scream that hurt even his ears. His mind had screamed at being put in the dark room again where the darkness could taunt him with the empty loneliness of his life. 'No one loves you, no one cares' echoed the demon's voice in Gabriel's head.
He pressed himself into what he thought was a corner, curling into a ball to protect himself from what ever cruel game came next.

Footsteps caused his body to shake as they grew closer. 'two sets' he thought 'there aren't normally two'.

Light flooded his eyes causing him to flinch. Arms encircled him in a warm embrace but his body did not catch what his mind had, he saw Castiel on one side speaking rapid fire enochian trying to sooth him and on the other Sam. Sam was trying to stop him from hurting them or himself with a few soft words that got drowned out by Gabriel's continuous scream. Gabriel hit out like a wild animal, and in some sense he was, his mind had that fight or flight instinct and his flight path had been blocked off by the two men.

"Shh. Gabe, It's me." arms encircled him, warm and comforting. He tried to push against Sam, crying all the while; images of hands pulling and breaking his fragile body as well as his mind until he was nothing but a mess. "Your here brother not there."
Gabriel paused.
His brother. Lucifer!
Gabriel tried fighting more until his face was forced to look at another face. Big hazel eyes stared imploring at him, framed by brown hair he had a feeling wasn't that long before. "Your safe. Your with me and Cas."
Sam? It was Sam, he came for him. Wait, no Cas did, Cas had said. He said...he said.
"Gabriel. I'm here." Gabriel's struggles slowed as his mind caught up with him, the terrible screech ended in almost choked sob. Slowly his hand reached to rest on Sam's face, he couldn't believe that Sam was here. The real Sam. The tears slowed and stopped "Sam?" Gabriel asked shaky and unsure. Sam only nodded his head and Gabriel fell into a fit of laughter. Gabriel could barley make out Cas' face contort into a frown, probably wondering what was so funny and Sam just hugged him tighter. Gabriel's laughter ended in small sobs that racked his body and passed out in Sam's arms.