So I don't own SUPERNATURAL, but if I did I would so have made Destiel and Sabriel cannon. Anyways so this is AU. I got the idea from reading a fan fiction on and I well kinda wanted to write something similar, but it's going to be different. So please anybody who reads fanfic's on do not come complaining to me that I am copying the authors idea because yes while I am using an idea similar to theirs I am not copying their story or plot. I'm using a few of my OC'S and using my own plot.
Main characters:
Sam Winchester
Gabriel/Loki/trickster
Dean Winchester
Adam Winchester
John Winchester
Lucifer
Rixafel
Alexandra
Castiel
Pairings:
Sabriel
Destiel
Micfer
AGES:
Sam:14
Dean: 24
Adam:16 (I will explain the reason for Adam being a two years older later in the story, so no comments on how that's not correct.)
Gabriel:(17 there that way the age gap isn't so large) He's an ArchAngel guys. I don't think I could actually count how old he really is, and even if it is possible I'm not taking the time to do the math.( I HATE math cause I suck at it, so leave me be about this.) But I will leave the appearance of age looks like.
Lucifer: same with this dude.(24)
Rixafel: and this girl.(14)
Castiel: and again.(21)
Alexandra: 8
Michael: same with this Angel like the last four or five. (26)
Currently though in the prologue they are not this age. I'll explain what age and how their ages all work in a later Authors note.
P.S:
the English translation to you who don't know latin like me the title means:
*humble, wise, innocent child
PROLOGUE~
When it all came down to it Sam knew he wouldn't survive very long as it was. He was seven years old with no family to run to for protection, and in the very literal sense in Hell. At age four he had been abandoned by the only family he knew and taken in by demons. Demons that only wanted him as a play thing. For six years, which in Hell time was equal to 485280 years.
For 485280 years he was down here, and sometimes up there, suffering eternal torture each day. Each time it was someone different, but most times he was left with either Alistair or Azazel, and if he was lucky he was left with Ruby, Meg, or sometimes Crowley. If not any of them he was with some random stranger, and on a few occasions with humans whose souls were sent here. Sam never understood why he was here, but it's not like it mattered. All that mattered was his survival and only that.
He had long ago given up on hope that maybe his family, that maybe Daddy or Uncle Bobby would come and save him. He had hoped that maybe Dean would've come to his rescue, but he never did, and that was what eventually broke him beyond repair. Over time he forgot all about them and his only instinct became survival. For years he fought when he could, hid when it was necessary, and killed when need be. He learned a lot about the demons and even more when he stumbled upon Lucifer's cage.
He even learned about Angels. Lucifer taught him everything he knew and in exchange Sam's body housed part of Lucifer's conscious. As the years passed Sam was unable to fight anymore and was caught. Those were the first hundred twenty-four years. He was soon in and out of Hell being traded between demons in Hell and those out of Hell.
He spent 485280? Or was it more? Either way Sam knew he was going to be staying in Hell for the remainder of his life, or at least that's what he thought...
It had been 485156 years in Hell before he was out being transferred to another Demon when the fluttering sound of wings? Echoed in the small prison room of an RV. The demons had stripped the room of everything they thought could be used as either a means of escape of fighting. Not that he would think of doing that anymore. They had already broken him...He was like porcelain now.
Because glass was not as fragile as porcelain it was harder to break and was more resistant. Him, he had broken quickly and easily.
The chains bounding his wrists to the wall suddenly crumbled away into dust surprising Sam. Falling hard into his knees Sam shakily rose to his feet taking small steps towards the door. The door knob was inches higher than him, but somehow he was able to reach it. Being as quiet as he could Sam peaked out the door and took long glances towards the hall. Deeming it safe he snuck out, slowly and shakily, taking small strides towards the back door exit.
Lifting up the lock, having used his tip-toes to reach it, Sam quickly opened the door and jumped out. The door slamming shut on his way out. Landing on his right side brutally he coughed up blood for minutes before stopping and getting back up. Holding his hand to his chest Sam began dragging his feet towards a random direction into the woods trying to put some distance between himself and the RV filled car of Demons. Breathing slowly with difficulty Sam made it maybe half a mile before falling face first into the ground.
By the time Sam awoke it was nightfall and that was bad. He was out in the woods with no shelter, or food, and no means of protection from other creatures. He was alone, hungry, and injured. That's when he heard it. A rustling sound like that of bushes being shaken.
Turning his head to the direction of where the sound came from Sam was quickly met with hazel blue eyes. The hazel looking a lot like gold or maybe caramel. Shutting his eyes and shaking he waited for what he thought was another torture session. It's not like Sam knew much about humans, or other supernatural creatures 'cept for Angels and Hellhounds. So he was quite surprised when instead of feeling rough, cold, treatment he was given a warm and gentle touch.
Opening his eyes again he was still met with eyes of hazel blue. He was still shaking, but not as much as before. Releasing a breath he hadn't even known he had been keeping Sam's eyes began drooping unexpectedly. Falling into the strangers chest Sam stifled a yawn snuggling closer to the warmth emitted from the older man. Closing his eyes Sam hadn't noticed the smile on the others lips.
Asleep Sam was lifted from the ground and into the man's arms. They stood in the woods for seconds more when they reappeared in a nicely furnished house with green walls and blue furniture.
Laying the boy down on the soft velvet blue couch he draped a blue blanket on Sam before brushing Sam's hair away from his face.
"Sleep well, Kiddo; I promise I won't let anything happen to you..."