Author's Note: Takes place in an AU after season 8 where the angels never fell and Sam and Dean never did the demon trials meaning that there was no need for Ezekiel to be in Sam. Abaddon is still at large however and Crowley is in the bunker. It's rated M for future smut but it won't take place for a while. There might be some gore and action as well. This is my first story and I hope you enjoy.

An Angel in the Wind

Sam woke up in a sweat, feeling sick to his stomach. He got out of his bed and walked into the kitchen in the bunker. He still wasn't used to the long hallways that winded through the chambers. He couldn't tell Dean, but he always felt like there was something just waiting around the corner, something powerful. A shudder ran down his spine as he walked into the kitchen and began brewing some coffee. As the filter ran he heard the door open behind him. He whirled around to see Dean standing in the door, his robe a little too open for Sam's preference.

"Dude, cover up" Sam grimaced and looked away.

"Whatever man, we're brothers." Dean said. "Why are you making coffee now anyways, it's like 3:00 AM. You woke me up."

"I just, couldn't sleep you know. Man you know this place gives me the creeps." Sam

"Dude I got a better idea. Hot chocolate man, that shit's for real. And it helps you sleep. Swiss miss baby, I picked some up last time I went out." Sam couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Fine, I'll give it a try." Dean grinned and went back to bed. Sam threw out the filter and started to boil water. He started to walk back to his room with the mug, when a door flew open. Wind blew into Sam's hair and the cocoa splashed out onto his shirt. He looked into the door and saw only darkness. But in the back, Sam could swear that he saw a light in the back of the door. He started to walk towards the light when the door slammed shut. Confused he reached for the door handle and tugged, but it was locked.

Exhausted, Sam shrugged off the strange occurrence and went back to bed, barely registering what had just happened. He lay on his back and took a sip of hot chocolate. "This isn't half bad." Sam thought as he drifted to sleep.

He awoke the next morning and hazily remembered seeing a face in a dream. He just, couldn't figure out where he remembered it from.

Sam walked out of his room the next morning with small bags under his eyes. He walked over to the kitchen and sat down with his computer. He looked at the screen and flinched.

"Dean! You have got to get your own computer. I'm tired of seeing your goddamn porn every time I go to do research."

"Calm down Sammy. One, I haven't used your computer for porn in weeks, vintage stuff, remember? And two what are you even researching. Crowley's locked up in our basement, and we haven't seen any hint of activity from Abaddon or her cronies." Dean sauntered into the kitchen eating a bagel.
"Did you just say cronies?" Sam cracked a smile.

"Shut up. And you never said what you were researching."

"I was just looking for cases. Just because Crowley's in our dungeon and a prophet's on our side doesn't mean monsters don't exist anymore."

"Yeah I guess. Find anything?"

"Yeah, possible spirit nearby, looking like it attacks people with a link to the supernatural?" Sam turned the laptop screen to show Dean the article.

"Sounds perfect for us."

Sam and Dean headed out and quickly found a motel. Dean went out to a bar, and after Sam insisted that he didn't want go with him Sam found himself alone in the motel. After doing a little research on the spirit, which only served to confirm his suspicion about the link to the supernatural with the victims. Sam lay back on the bed and eventually drifted into a deep sleep.

Sam stood up and looked around only to find himself standing on a cliff above what looked to him like the Grand Canyon. He heard footsteps and whirled around only to stare in disbelief.

"Well that figures. I'm dreaming." Sam said to himself.

"That might be true Sammy, but that doesn't make it any less fun." Gabriel stepped forward as a cloud passed through him. He grinned, and his eyes glinted gold. "How ya' doing kiddo?"

"Why the hell am I dreaming about you." Sam said to himself, not really paying attention to the archangel.

"Well Sammy! I'm hurt really. I know we've had our differences in the past, but I like to think that we've moved past them. If it's about that whole Tuesday thing, I'm sorry but you got to admit it was a little funny."

Sam shrugged and decided to play along. He figured it couldn't do much harm just to indulge a dream. "Funny? The only thing that compares to that is actual Hell, and even then it's close."

"Sorry buddy, but I figured you'd at least be relieved to have a different archangel in your dreams. You know after Luci and his pranks, which were not even close to as good as mine."

"Whatever. Why are you even here?" Sam was clearly done playing around.

"Isn't it obvious kiddo? I'm not dead! And I need you, and your big brother, and that trench coat guy if you don't mind, to give me a hand getting a little more… corporeal."

"Even if that were true, why would we help you?"

"I helped stop the apocalypse, isn't that worth something? Everyone else who helped got to come back to life, why not me? I like to think I bring my own special touch to our little team. Also, I know how to kill Abaddon." At the mention of Abaddon, Sam stopped being so relaxed. If there was even a chance that indulging the dream Gabriel could help stop Abaddon, it was worth pursuing.

"Ok. Saying that we do want to help you, and that you're not lying about all of this, and the that this isn't all in my head meaning that I don't need serious psychiatric help, where would we even start to try to bring you back?"

"Now we're talking! You know I love long strings of hypothetical situations. Step 1 is gonna be your favorite. Research. Look through everything you've got on me in that old bunker. I've got a hunch you'll find something that'll help. Adios, Sammy." Gabriel snapped his fingers and Sam sat up in his bed to find Dean still not back yet. He looked at his phone and saw that it was 5:30 in the morning. And that he had about 4 missed calls from Dean. He started to call Dean back when the oldest Winchester came into the door covered in blood and smelling like lighter fluid and dirt.

"So get this," Dean started, not even realizing he was pulling a Sammy, "This girl at the bar I went to, she survived a wendigo attack as a kid. Yeah. So we ended up going back to her house when this ghost, bust out of the fucking wall, grabbed both me and the girl when I managed to shoot it. Then I realized that the ghost used to be a fucking werewolf, I didn't even know that could happen, but it explained the obsession with the supernatural. So I called Garth and he said that a while ago a hunter killed a werewolf up here but got hurt during the fight and didn't have time to burn the bones and I tracked down the body and it looks like we're done here and why are you the one who looks like they've seen a ghost?"

"I… I saw Gabriel in a dream."

"Why the hell are you dreaming about that ass?"

"I don't know, but he said he was still alive, and that, he knew how to kill Abaddon."

"And you don't think it was just 'stayed up too late and ate too many nachos' dream?"

"No, it felt… different. Anyways, I think it's worth looking into if there's even a chance that it could help us gank Abaddon."

"Fine, we'll give it a try. But I swear to God if he tries anything I will fu-"

"I get it Dean."