Summary:

Zachariah has an idea, if Sam was raised by other hunters, without a brother, than he wouldn't care about Dean, and so say yes to Lucifer.

So on Sam's 9th birthday, he took Sam's memories of Dean and John and abandoned him in an alleyway where hunters would walk in a day's time. But he didn't count on a certain trickster finding and adopting the amnesic nine year old before they got there.

Prologue

Stolen

Zachariah appeared beside Sam Winchester's bed in the motel room, he checked to make sure Dean was sound asleep, then grabbed Sam out of his bed, clapping a hand over his mouth to make sure he didn't wake his brother.

Sam struggled to get free, his eyes wide with fear.

Zachariah teleported them to an empty warehouse that he had prepared earlier and threw the youngest Winchester into a chair, forcing his hands behind his back and tied them roughly.

He placed a hand on Sam's forehead, preparing to take his memories of his family.

But Zachariah had underestimated his will to survive and get back to his brother.

Sam kicked out with one leg, hitting Zachariah's knee cap. He hissed, it hadn't hurt the angel of corse, but he decided that Sam needed to be taught a lesson to respect and fear him.

He conjured up a fire poker, red hot and smoking at one end.

He walked behind the chair and grabbed one of Sam's hands, peeling the fingers apart to reveal the palm of his hand. Zachariah smirked as he jabbed the end of the poker into Sam's hand, smiling wider as he screamed in pain.

Once he could smell the stench of burning flesh, he removed the poker and moved to stand in front of Sam, enjoying the tears running down his face.

As Zachariah stepped closer, Sam flinched away, breathing quickly out of fear and pain. Zachariah stepped on Sam's foot and grabbed the other ankle, snapping the bone.

Sam cried out in pain, more tears surfacing.

Zachariah smirked, then spun Sam's chair around and cut the ropes free. He dragged Sam out of the chair and threw him on the ground, pinning him and placing a hand on his forehead.

Sam struggled weakly, but was in too much pain to do anything else.

Zachariah finished removing the memories of Dean, his father, their quest for the demon, everything that made Sam who he was, only leaving the memories of supernatural creatures, and a deep set fear of angels.

He smiled, his job was complete.

Chapter 1

Something good.

Sam sat in the doorway, crying. He knew that he was being childish, but he couldn't help it, everything hurt, especially his hand and ankle.

"Are you okay?"

Sam looked up and saw a man with golden hair and a green jacket.

Sam shook his head, he couldn't bring himself to speak, he whimpered, fear etched in his features and lighting up his eyes.

The man smiled gently, trying not to frighten the child more "my name's Gabriel, what's yours?"

"Sam." It was barely more than a whisper, but Gabriel heard it all the same.

Gabriel looked closer, noticing that he was clutching his hand to his chest and that one ankle was swollen and purple.

He gently took Sam's hand and uncurled his fingers, revealing a round burn, too perfectly circular to be an accident.

"Who did this?" He asked, frowning.

"Y-You won't believe me." Sam stuttered.

"You can tell me, I think I'll believe you." Gabriel gently held Sam's uninjured hand, hoping to reassure him.

"I-It was an a-angel" Sam stuttering was worse now, he was shaking visibly now.

Gabriel's eyes widened, "Are you sure?"

"I... I s-saw h-his wings, t-they were a sh-shadow, on t-the wall." Sam sobbed between heaving breaths.

Gabriel was horrified, why would one of his brothers torture a child, who had done nothing to him, and then just throw him out on the street. Anger made Gabriel see red for a second, before he managed to gain control, breathing deeply.

Sam saw the anger in his eyes, thinking it was directed at him, he stuttered,

"Please d-don't h-hurt me, I'm s-sorry, I d-didn't m-mean to, s-s-sorry."

He squeezed his eyes shut, terrified, not wanting to be hurt more.

He felt Gabriel touch his face and braced himself for pain, but instead Gabriel rubbed his thumb across his cheek, whispering softly.

"Shhh... It's okay, I'm not mad at you, I'm angry with my brother for hurting you, it's okay, your safe."

"Y-your b-brother? You're a-an angel?" Sam's eyes got wider, he started to shake, fresh tears ran down his face.

"No!" Gabriel exclaimed, "well, yes, but I won't hurt you, I'm a good angel, I'll protect you, I promise."

He smiled softly at Sam, still rubbing a thumb on his cheek, something Michael had done for him when he had been a fledgling, before he left heaven.

Gently, he picked Sam up, bridal style, and teleported to an empty field, creating a house.

He took Sam inside, and walked carefully to a bedroom.

Setting him down on one of the beds, he healed his ankle easily.

Taking his injured hand, he tried to heal it too, and frowned as nothing happened.

'Whoever did this to him must have used magic to stop it from being healed by other angels.' He thought to himself.

Shrugging, he conjured up some bandages and wrapped the hand gently, whispering comforting words the whole time.

He sat down carefully, so he didn't jostle Sam, and pulled the child onto his lap, letting him rest his head against Gabriel's chest, stroking his hair and whispering to him in enochian, rocking him gently till he fell asleep.

He smiled sadly, remembering doing the same thing for Castiel when Michael and Lucifer fought, trying to reassure the fledgling that everything would be okay even when he didn't believe it himself.

Gabriel smiled to himself, finally something good had happened.

He was glad for some company, there was only so much time one could spend by oneself before one went completely crazy.

As he held the boy to his chest, he felt a feeling spread inside him, something he hadn't felt since he left heaven. Love.

Gabriel swore to himself then and there, that he would take care of Sam.

What he didn't know was that the young hunter would fill the hole leaving heaven, and his brothers, had left behind.

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This will not be a sabriel fic, it's more fatherly love, Gabriel cares about Sam a lot, like family.

Review and tell me whether I should continue or not.