A sad smile trailed on his lips. In one hand, he held an old photograph and, in the other, a shot of whiskey. Dean's favorite kind, in fact. The picture was a rare kind, a family picture. Dean had one arm slung around Sam, laughing as Bobby frowned jokingly at them both.
Tears prickled at the edge of Sam's eyes and, he set the picture down, taking the shot of alcohol. Whiskey burned at his throat, but it wasn't the worst kind of pain.
"Hey, kiddo," Gabriel had appeared suddenly.
"Get out." Sam growled.
"Sammy, calm down. I'm just here to try and help." the archangel took a step forward.
"Don't call me that." the hunter muttered.
"Sam-"
"I said get out!" Sam smashed the glass against the table and it shattered. Pieces of glass sprayed and one lodged itself in Sam's hand.
"Sam, you're bleeding." Gabriel looked at the drops of red collecting by the wound.
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not." the angel told him, "Let me heal you."
"No, I'll be fine. I don't need your help."
"Are you sure about that, kiddo?" Gabriel kneeled beside the tall man and took his hand. In an instant, it was healed.
Sam had zoned out again, looking only at the jacket that used to belong to Dean.
"He's fine, you know. Cas is taking real good care of him." Gabriel insisted. He got no response. "Sammy, I know it's hard, but-"
"You think you know?"
"Kiddo, believe me I know." Gabe stared at the hunter for a moment.
"You don't know. When have you ever lost a brother?" Sam turned to him, harshly.
"When have I ever lost a brother? I've lost more brothers than you can count. But I deal with it instead of hurting the people who are trying to help me!" The angel raised his voice.
"I don't want to hurt you!" Sam yelled. A beat.
"Sammy-"
"I told you to stop calling me that! Only Dean gets to call me Sammy!" Tears dribbled down his cheeks. "Only Dean."
"Dean is dead, Sam."
"You don't think I don't know that? Dean is dead! He's gone, forever. And I'm here, alone. Jess is gone. Dad is gone, Bobby is gone, now Dean! I don't have a single person in this world anymore! The only person left who cared about me, is gone." Sam's voice cracked.
"Sam, I'm sorry." Gabriel held the man as tears flowed freely out of his eyes.
"I have nobody." Sam sobbed.
"Slow down. You have me." Gabriel told him.
"But you're an angel, you don't have time to worry about me."
"Sam, I will always have time for you." Gabriel pulled him into his arms once again and for the first time since Dean's death, Sam felt okay.