Sound of an Angel
It is dark and quiet in the small room. All that was heard was the soft breathing of two beings, and the smatter of rain on the windows. The room was warm and a faint light fell in over the beds from the streetlight outside. Suddenly the world was lit up and thunder rolled. The rain had turned into a thunderstorm. At first there was no change in the room but then as the thunder got louder and louder one of the beings started to move restlessly. The other was blissfully unaware, still deep in sleep, cradled by loving dreams.
The taller of the two men, for they were indeed men, started thrashing around under his covers, whimpering in terror. The other man, smaller but bulkier, just turned over protected by the grace of an angel. And then there was a sound like a bird taking wing and a small man appeared at the foot of the tall mans bed. As the light from the thunder illuminated the man there was a faint outline of huge wings. The angel, for that was what he was, sat down at the man's side and softly touched his head. It was a loving gesture and the man settled down, no longer afraid.
Even though you could not clearly see it; there was the feeling that the angel was smiling. He bent down and whispered in the man's ear. And then he was gone. A clap of thunder louder than the rest suddenly woke both men up, the smaller one sitting up abruptly in surprise and the taller one with the name Gabriel on his lips.
"Sam? What happened?" The man, Sam turned to the other.
"He was here Dean, Gabriel was here." Dean turned on the lamp and the room was flooded in the artificial light. The room transformed into a shabby motel room but neither of the men seemed to care or even notice that a second ago the room had been clean and painted in neutral colors.
"Dude, he is dead. There is no way that he was here." But Sam looked stubborn and set in his belief.
"He spoke to me Dean. I know he was here." His only answer was a snort as Dean stood up and walked over to the mini-bar. As Dean opened the bar Sam told him what the archangel had said.
"He told me to have a little faith." And from the mini-bar fell a flood of green skittles, more than could possible fit it there. Dean and Sam could only watch stunned as the flood slowly stopped and a bronze colored feather fell to the floor from nowhere and a slightly mocking laugh sounded in the air.
As Dean swore, Sam could not stop thinking on the words that he had heard in his dream.
I love you Sam. Have a little faith for an angel never dies. Sweet dreams my Sammy.