Okay, So I promised myself I wouldn't right the notes to introduce this until I could update, as a sort of incentive, and I can't believe how many people put this in their alerts box! As far as I'm concerned this is one of my poorest pieces, written at around 3 am! Anyway clearly that's evidence other people were as sad as me at Gabe's death T^T. So anyhow, I'll be updating shortly (like an hour tops, have to type it up :P). Thankyou to everyone for reading (: This is basically my therapy (:
He looked up into the cold eyes of his brother, maybe once, a long time ago, they would have held remorse, maybe even sorrow, at killing his brother, but now, as he felt the blade burning through his grace with a ferocity to match Jerusalem Oil, all Gabriel could see was the dull emptiness of the damaged vessel's eyes, no emotion apparent in the ice-cold depths.
And Gabriel? His eyes were just about the complete opposite, the warmth of his hazel-brown eyes nearly made Lucifer choke, the pure love and almost adoration seeping from his soon-to-be-lost brother's eyes almost pulled at the Devil's long still heart (because really a heart isn't a combination of muscle, fat and blood, it was the very centre of emotion for every creature with a soul). The magnitude of emotions flashing from Gabriel's eyes got very close to overwhelming the fallen angel, until his corporeal vessel's eyes were overcome by the last of his grace bursting from them and every other orifice.
In the last few moments before his existence ended Gabriel was allowed a glimpse into the future through his once brother's eyes. His last earthly thought was 'I have to save Sam'.
Lucifer left quickly, unable to continue looking upon his brother's human corpse, surrounded by the outline of the wings that burned into more pieces than there are stars in all of space. If the Devil thought having his wings plucked from him was painful he would surely perish from the sheer torture of them burning with the intensity of a sun a-thousand fold the size of the one the earth orbits.
Sam stared at his brother, bloody and beaten, propped up against his beloved car, through the eyes of a monster, fuelled by cold hatred of everyone and everything. He was fighting, he really was, and he had been since he'd agreed to the suicidal battle of wills. Looking back on it Sam was nothing short of arrogant for thinking this would work.
But then it happened, a miracle, the sun, the same sun he'd cursed for it's heat, flashed fierce in reflection on the Impala's smooth surface and Lucifer was completely and wholly overtaken with grief for his fallen brother, his favourite jester, and Sam took advantage. He'd nearly won at the memory of Gabriel, everything he stood for, images of his cocky 'I-know-something-you-don't-know' grin, his 'oh-really-boyyys-you're-so-foolish' eyebrow quirk, his sheer defiance to Lucifer until the end, flashed into the front of their minds, further increasing the Devil's grief, and aided Sam in what seemed like an impossible victory.
He could feel himself winning, every fibre of his being was beginning to hum at finally having their true owner in control, his consciousness finally reaching further than a box in his own mind. Samuel Winchester caught sight of the army man stuck inside the Impala's door-tray, and he remembered, he remembered the home he and Dean had shared growing up, for they never truly felt alone on those warm summer nights, tucked up with his brother in the backseat of the American muscle car, their father gone for a while and their only company a .45, they scratched their names under the interior, played countless games of I-spy, told each other stories and dreamt about their mother. And he won. He regained control of his overly large limbs and intellect, reaching quickly into his pocket and pulling out the rings, echoing his brother's sentiment of it'll be okay.
Michael's reappearance was unfortunate, but unavoidable, and as the four of them fell into the pit, Sam only had one regret; the people who had sacrificed their lives for the Winchesters. There were too many.
He awoke suddenly and almost painfully, his chest burning in such pain and agony he was sure he'd explode. He tried to reach out to ease the pain but was unsuccessful. A gentle sushing sound lulled him back into unconsciousness.
Once his eyes opened for the second time he realised something was wrong. He shouldn't be alive. Why was he alive? How was he alive? When was he resurrected? Where's Lucifer-did he take Sam?
An onslaught of questions plagued his mind and it was all he could do not to breakdown under the intensity of his fear.
Fear...
He shouldn't feel fear. He should feel nothing. He should *be* nothing.
Before he could panic further a deep and peaceful voice filled his mind;
~Gabriel, Messenger, Beloved Angel. You were one of the few who did not turn on your brothers and sisters. You fought for the justice of my most vulnerable creations, and for that you are rewarded. You may live. Your vessel's mind has ascended to live in my gardens for eternity, you however shall remain in possession of the shell, for you will need it on your last mission, you cannot leave it, for that would be an abomination. Listen carefully Gabriel, I am giving you a chance, once you have done this you can live your life in any way you so choose, you will not be called upon, but also you will not be hunted or turned from heaven's gates. Your mission is arduous; you must save Samuel Winchester from Hell. ~
The archangel's panic returned immediately. Sam was in hell? How? Why? Did they succeed? Why did Dean agree? Why was there a new pain in his chest at this? Why could he feel?
~You have been given the gift of human emotion, something you may have come to recognize as Loki, but with a far greater intensity, you know humans well enough to recognize the different emotions as they progress. Good luck Gabriel, I wish you success with your mission. ~
And with that Gabriel was dropped on earth, in the very cemetery Sam had sacrificed his life. Without thinking twice the archangel turned Loki descended into the fiery horror that is perdition.
A/N Okay, sorry about it's previous shiteness, I hatttte writing God.
I did have little divisions for view changes I guess they just don't show up? Sorry about that :/ The ~'s now signify when the view point changes.
Thankyou again for reading ^^ (: 3
P.s the ***'s are 'cuz I don't know if the squiggly lines showed up :/
