A/n: I have no excuse for starting another Sabriel fic. I apologize. I don't know where this came from. Don't look at me. It just popped into my head one night while I was desperately trying to fall asleep. But no, these two idiots just had to go and put more ideas in my head.

Disclaimer: I only own what isn't mine.

P.s. I swear one day that in one of these stories that it'll be Sam that picks the short end of the stick instead of Gabriel. But, that day is not today...

Warnings: Domestic abuse, and incestuous rape in later chapters.

Sam could not remember the last time his life had been this stable and fulfilling. His law firm was doing wonderful for still being new, his mom's birthday was coming up, he was dating the little baker that worked next to his office, and his big brother was a successful police detective. Sam was rather happy with where things were currently. And to be honest, that terrified him. Because it was always when he was happy that the Winchester curse kicked in to ruin his life.

These thoughts drifted through Sam's head as he pulled on his sleep shirt. He shook his head and sighed as he settled it down. He slipped on his pajama pants before heading towards the kitchen. He was tired and wanted a drink of water before bed.

He had learned a long time ago not to hope against the Winchester curse. It was always just easier to accept it. So, he did. He went about his life like normal and awaited the inevitable fallout. He just didn't expect it so soon.

He froze with his glass half to his mouth as the doorbell rang. It was eleven at night. No one ever came over that late except Dean and he always called first. Sam was suddenly not sure he wanted to walk over and open the door to whatever the curse had brought him.

Still, Sam was a sucker for doing the right thing. He swallowed tightly as he put his glass down on the counter. He fisted his hand in his pajama pants and walked to the front door. It was stupid but he refused to look through the peephole. It was best to just get this out of the way.

Sam expected so many horrible things to be on the other side of that door. Pain and death perhaps, but always directed at him. But nothing like this. Never like this.

Sam's heart stopped as he opened the door. His little pastry angel was there, collapsed on his knees and holding his ribs. Sam couldn't breathe as he quickly fell to his knees and pulled his new boyfriend into his arms.

"Oh god, Gabriel!" Sam gasped quietly in horror. He pulled the smaller man into lap and cradled him close. He moved his hand to brush his boyfriend's hair aside so he could see his face but the older man flinched away. The reaction made Sam's gut twist unhappily but he ignored the feeling and simply lifted up his guest, taking him inside the house.

He kicked the door closed and quickly carried his boyfriend to the couch. He tried to lay him down but it was hard because Gabriel was clinging to Sam's shirt. Sam had to gently coax him to let go and settled him on the couch.

Gabriel whimper and curled up on his side, hiding the left side of his face from Sam. Though, it was not before the younger man had gotten a look. Sam's guts twisted with a mix of rage and worry at the sight his boyfriend's left eye swollen shut.

"Gabriel, who did this to you?" Sam's voice came out in a soft growl, instantly regretting it when his boyfriend flinched. Sam gently shushed him and leaned down to kiss his hair soothingly, "Who, Angel?"

"I-it's nothing, S-sammy." Gabriel whispered weakly as tears dripped down his bruised cheek, hiding from the larger man, "L-luci and I-I just had a fight is all." Sam's blood ran cold as he stared at his boyfriend. He was in shock at the physical trauma Gabriel's brother had caused. Sam could only swallow back bile as he wrapped his arms around the injured man on his couch, questioning himself about why he hadn't stopped this when it had started last week.

~*~Chapter End~*~