AAAAAAAAHHHHH.
They finally did it, he though bitterly to himself. After all the prodding and poking, they finally did it. He broke.
He is ashamed to admit that there is some part of his brain that is almost relieved. Now there is no more pretending to be unbreakable. No more waiting to be broken. No more keeping the pain in instead of screaming at these women.
Because these women have done things to Sam Winchester, that even he didn't know were possible. Sure he had been tortured before. He has had his fair share of monsters taking some bite or some witch flinging him across the room. And even Lucifer had been bored in the cage and taken it out on him. But this was different. Hell hath no fury like a woman with a mission. He could see the darkness lurking at the edges of his vision, as he felt yet another shock of electricity coursing through his body. He felt himself scream, but it was as if it had lost all meaning. His mind has had some difficulty processing the last few days. Perhaps the darkness is another sign that he really should be focusing on keeping what is left of his brain in a somewhat reasonable order. But then again, who cares. Dean died saving the world, Cas was sent probably to the end of the world. He really should ask some day where angels are sent by those sigils. And every other person that ever had any meaning in his life is death. So why shouldn't he get a break too.
He began to almost relax at the thought as the darkness occupied an even bigger portion of his vision. Almost there. Almost nothing. No bitches of letters. No grieve for Dean. No nothing.
The entire moment he came to this train of thought lasted about 3 seconds, but apparently it was all the peace of mind that could be spared for Sam Winchester. There was a loud bang and some high pitched screams, but the most significant change was the now high contrast between the dark edges and the bright white light in his vision. On instinct he tried to shield his eyes, while his mind took a bit longer to catch up that there probably was an angel in the room. And apparently not a lazy angel or the angel on his shoulder kind, but a pro-active kind of angel that decided to smite some of these women of letters.
Finally the noises stopped, and he dared remove his arm from before his eyes. It was a bit numb from the weird angle Sam had to put his arm in, since he was chained to the ceiling by his wrists. Blinking away some of the black edges he scanned around the room, that he was sure would haunt him for the rest of his probably very short life. When his eyes saw the man in front of him and after his brain took its sweet, sweet time, he still couldn't believe what he saw. The last time Tony gave him some mind drug, he'd ended up in bed with her. Though this seems different than a hallucination. This seems real, which is why it probably isn't. Not that it mattered anything. As soon as the excitement raced through his body, it chased away the last of his vision and everything went black.
Opening his eyes, Sam feels different somehow. His hair doesn't stick to his forehead and there are no sharp pains in his wrists. Though he could still feel a dull pain in his wrists where the cackles had cut into them until they were raw and he could also feel a more general pain throughout his body. Becoming a bit more aware of his surroundings, he noticed that he was in an insanely comfortable bed. The ceiling and the walls were painted a soothing color of pale green. Being the trained hunter that he is, he also noticed that the room had two exits. One was the wooden door that no doubly led to a corridor in which he would then have to find the eventual exit to the outside world. The other exit was the glass double doors to the balcony. They were opened just enough to let in a small stream of sunlight accompanied by a warm breeze that swept in the smell of woods. In the room was another door, that looked like it led to a bathroom.
But what was blatantly obvious, was that he was in fact alone. There was no trace of the angel that had rescued him. A shiver went through his body as he thought back of all the time he had spent there. All the things that they had done to him. He began to feel an overwhelming sensation of 'not clean'. Like ants had decided to start playing tag on his arms and…
"I need a shower"
He muttered to himself. It took a lot of self-control, but he eventually was able to tear himself of the comfortable sheets.
He tried the door that he had earlier identified as the bathroom, and found out that he had been right. It was a small bathroom with only the necessities. A toilet was placed on one wall and in the corner there was a small shower. There was also a sink with a mirror and a cabinet next to it. Unable to help himself he first walked towards the mirror to inspect the damage as he usually did after a bad hunt. Other than the bangs underneath his eyes and the somewhat pale color he looked fine. Quickly, he stripped off his clothes and took a shower to get rid of the feeling that those women were still touching him. Afterwards he had no choose but to put on his dirty clothes again.
A bit more awake and refreshed he walked back into the room, only to stop dead in his tracks. There was someone else in the room. Sitting on the bed with a smirk that he had come to associate with only this man. No not a man. An archangel of the Lord. Gabriel.
"I see you already tested out the shower" Gabriel said as he let his eyes lazily move over Sam's body.
Finally Sam's mind caught up and he was able to walk the few more steps towards the bed. All the while he kept staring at him.
"This is not possible. I saw your wings burned into the ground. I even smelled the wood that was charred"
He still stared wide eyed into the eyes that could not betray him. Because there in the depths of honey and gold, was something more ancient looking back at him. There was a crackling of power there as a testimony to the true nature of the creature before him.
"It must be another trick. Another mind drug or something. Or I have lost my mind completely now". Sam muttered to himself. "Yep that must be it. This can't be true".
Slowly taking steps backward, he tried to get away from his hallucination. Trying to salvage what was left of his mind. Though wracking his brain for an explanation, he could almost hear the squeaking of the gears turning that seemed to be rusted over and in dire need of some oil. Apparently sleep deprivation and possible dehydration, now that he thought about it, were not good for one's mind.
"It truly is me, Sammykins. A glorious creature of my Dad."
Gabriel could see the fear that he had awaked in the giant man in front of him. Which had him frowning and wondering what had happened to him.
"Dad brought me back. I was reborn in a place not far from here. I started looking for anyone I knew and I found Castiel. He told me that you were taken by some women and that he couldn't find you. So I started looking for you myself and with some help of Dad I found you. Just take a deep breath".
Gabriel got off of the bed and made some soothing gestures with his hand, that he didn't even know he was capable of.
Sam kept staggering backwards, until his back hid the wall. There he kept standing pressing with more force than necessary on the bruises on his wrists. Hoping that like with Lucifer, the hallucination with dissipate with the feeling of the pain. But as always, he had no such luck.
It was when Gabriel stopped speaking, that his words really sunk in. Those words were simply to surreal to be even part of a hallucination. "What?" He uttered eventually. Already feeling drained.
"You heard me. Dad wanted to make sure that all the game pieces were still on the board after the umpteenth apocalypse. Guess he wanted to make sure that just because you got screwed over again, you wouldn't die after saving the world".
That got Gabriel Sam's full attention. Though Sam had trouble concentration, because the gears in his head seemed to be getting in an even worse condition.
"Just lie down for a while, Sammy. I was able to heal most of your injuries, but I am not at full power yet, being just reborn and all. Sleep and I promise you will feel better". Gabriel patted the bed besides him for emphasis.
That was the last straw for Sam. He went in a complete panic attack, as images of a different hand making that same motion, flooded his brain. He slipped to the floor and sat in an almost fetus position. Almost, because there was no way that giant lumberjack could resemble anything like a fetus.
With a sigh, Gabriel snapped his fingers and Sam went into a deep sleep.