Hey guys, this is Dog! So it's been a while since Cat and I have written and we're both very excited but we might be a bit rusty at first. Thanks for reading! -Dog

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference."

- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

When Sam came out of the motel bathroom at 4 am in his flannel pajama bottoms, clean and ready for bed (as ready as he'd ever be with this whirlwind in his brain), he found Dean asleep and his own bed already occupied by just the archangel he and his brother had left for dead a few hours ago. Gabriel sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, and when he lifted his slack jawed face to look at Sam, the hunter caught the flash of tears in the light from the doorway.

"Gabriel? What are you doing here?" Sam questioned softly. The angel looked fragile, his eyes bleak and face shiny with tears. His jacket was splattered with blood as was his angel blade which lay on the edge of the bed. Gabriel stood slowly, legs shaking like he'd run all the way to the motel, and took three teetering steps towards Sam before collapsing into him, his bloodied arms wrapping around Sam's shirtless waist. Sam immediately drew back but Gabriel's grip held tight.

"I killed him, Sammy! He was my brother and I killed him. What have you done to me?" He wailed, his fingers gripping Sam's back painfully, tears spilling out of his eyes and smearing onto the hunter's freshly washed skin. Sam stood there shocked and confused (and a little disgusted) before he realized: "Lucifer? You killed Lucifer?"

"He was my Dean, Sam! I looked up to him, I loved him. Oh Father I'm so sorry, so sorry." He trailed off into more sobbing.

Sam couldn't help reaching out and wrapping the shorter angel in a hug. Gabriel may not have been his favorite person but he had just killed Lucifer and was clearly suffering. "Hey, hey." The hunter hushed him, stroking his shoulder, "It's okay." However the angel was inconsolable and his frantic crying eventually woke Dean.

"Sam, what the hell is going on?" He was still blurry eyed but he rose from the sagging motel bed blinking, "Dude, is that Gabriel? What's he doing here?"

Sam raised his hand protectively as Dean stood up, "No, Dean, I think it's okay."

Dean sat back down on the bed, "Ooo-kay, but what happened? Why's he in our hotel room at 4 AM?"

"I didn't mean to Sammy. It was an accident. He just- I'm sorry..." Gabriel sniffled as Sam guided him to the bed and sat down beside him with Dean on the opposite side.

"Its okay, Gabriel. Just tell us what happened." Sam said reassuringly.

Wiping his face with his sleeve, Gabriel began quietly, "I wasn't going to kill him. I just wanted you to get away. I was stalling for time with one of my holograms when I made a noise, and he turned right into my blade and I would have never killed him, I swear." He buried his face into Sam again, shaking with grief.

Dean laughed grimly, ignoring Gabriel's obvious distress, "Well, I'm glad you ganked that son of a bitch. Good riddance if you ask me."

Gabriel's mood swung the instant Dean spoke. He let go of Sam and lurched at Dean as a tidal wave of fury washed over him, "HE WAS MY BROTHER!"

Sam got the raging angel in a basket hold before he could hit Dean, "Well, try not to murder mine!"

Of course Gabriel broke the hold easily. But he didn't go after Dean. Instead, he curled up and put his head on his knees. "Go away," he pleaded. "Leave me alone."

"Great. Where are we supposed to sleep?" asked Dean, but Sam stopped him, "Come on. We can share the other one."

Dean sighed, at this point they just had to sleep and it didn't particularly matter where, "Fine."

They collapsed onto the small bed, arms and legs overlapping, and both were asleep and snoring in minutes.

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