I Need a Hero~
Two-Shot!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural!
Summary: After his brother gets literally dragged to Hell, Sam hasn't been the same. He starts becoming reckless and soon a certain Archangel/former trickster has to come to his rescue. Some slash later. Gabe/Sam.
Word Count: 1,475
A/N: Ok this is my first attempt at Gabe/Sam Slash, so please be kind. Btw, Sam doesn't know that the Trickster is actually an Archangel yet. It will take him by surprise ha-ha. I hope it doesn't suck too much! This is going to be two chapters long. No Ruby. Please R&R! Thanks!
Ch.1- Mistakes can be Deadly
I am just a man
Not superhuman
(I'm not superhuman)
Someone save me from the hateIt's just another war
Just another family torn
(Falling from my faith today)
Just a step from the edge
Just another day in the world we liveI need a hero to save me now
I need a hero (save me now)
I need a hero to save my life
A hero'll save me (just in time)
(Skillet- Hero)
Gritting his teeth, to ignore the pain in his knee, Sam Winchester dragged his sorry ass back to the Impala. The usually easy, salt and burn had been a complete and utter disaster. Sam figured that waiting a couple weeks to start hunting again, had been enough time to grieve his brother's death. Of course he hadn't counted on, being attacked by two demons.
Oh, well he had escaped with minor injuries. Just a sprained knee and a couple scratches and bruises. Nothing he couldn't handle. Dean and he had been through worse. Dean.
Sam sighed at the onslaught of pain. He could handle a sprained knee, easy. But when he got to remembering Dean's death, well, that was another story.
Claws, blood, scream, dead.
He blinked back tears as he drove to his motel. Now he would have to drink till he passed out.
That's usually how it was these past couple weeks for Sam, hunting to forget Dean's horrific death. At first it had worked and hunting had been a good distraction. Sam was finally getting back into the routine of things. He would check in with Bobby about once a week, and see if there was anything nearby. He would then go to the local bar to celebrate his kill, ending with being to drunk to remember the night before. It had been a good distraction.
That was until the job he got to in Belmont Ohio.
Belmont was a smaller town, which Sam could tell was a close knit community where everyone knew everyone else's business (A/N: Sorry if that's not true, I just picked a random town.). He had been called by Bobby to check out what he thought was a coven of vampires. The victims there had been drained of their blood so it was most likely vampires. A chance to take down a whole group of vamps by himself! Dean would be proud.
He had tracked down the nest, a day after he had arrived and decided to wait till mid-morning to check it out. He grabbed his machete and walked to where he had located the nest. Unfortunately, the Impala would be too noisy and Sam didn't want them to know he was coming.
The door creaked a little when Sam pushed it open and he cringed, pausing.
Silence.
Whew that was a good sign. He wanted to take them by surprise; it was his best shot at winning.
The door led him to a narrow hallway. He turned on his flashlight and held his hand over the light, so it wouldn't be too bright. The hallway was met by two doors. Sam could see through the glass, that there was indeed a coven of vampires. They all seemed to be sleeping, which was a relief to Sam.
Now, this was the tricky part. Did he just ram the door open and start slicing heads off or, maybe take another safer approach? But Sam didn't really get a chance to decide because suddenly he was thrown back and he felt his head hit a wall. His vision blacked for a second, and he felt someone grab his throat and lift him off the ground.
"Did you really think that you could just walk in here and kill my family?" An anger voice said near his left ear.
Sam's face grimaces in pain, and the hand around his throat made it impossible to answer. His eyesight was hazy, but he could make out at least ten other forms in the room.
Damn it. He should have put more thought into this hunt. He shouldn't have gone in half cocked, without backup and thought he would actually walk away unscathed.
His vision was blackening around the edges and he felt his eyes start to close from lack of oxygen.
Please God, don't let me die. Dean didn't go to Hell for me to die like this. Please.
Suddenly the sound of horrified screams filled his ears. Sam had an idea that it was the vampires, because the hand around his throat suddenly released him. Sam slumped to the floor in exhaustion. He curled up in a small ball and started to sob as he breathed in precious oxygen.
Dean.
Dean.
Dean.
His mind screamed out the name.
"No, not Dean. Sorry Kiddo". A slightly cocky voice said.
Sam recognized the voice immediately and his sobs started to subside with his shock.
A calming hand ran down his hair in a soothing manner.
"It's ok Sammy". He heard the trickster say in a soft voice.
"But...But you're a trickster-". Why was he helping him?
What the Hell?
"Eh… not quite" The Demi-God said sounding amused.
Sam was too tired to notice that half the conversation wasn't even being spoken out loud.
"You're alright now Sammy. You can sleep".
Sam tried to tell him that his name was Sam not Sammy, but it came out as more of a yawn.
He heard a quiet chuckle and then blessed sleep.
….
"No! Please! Dean! Wake up! You can't be dead!" Screamed Sam, as a flow of tears fell from his eyes.
His big brother didn't answer his pleas and continued to stare blankly up at the ceiling above. The tares on his body were still dripping blood, and it made Sam want to vomit.
Lilith was behind Sam and he could hear her creepy peels of laughter.
"Dead, Dead, Dead! So very dead!" He heard her sing loudly.
Sam tried to tune out the voice and he pulled his brother closer to him. He sobbed into Dean's still chest.
"Please" He whispered brokenly.
"You're all I have left".
Sammy. Wake up. You're dreaming.
Sam sat up quickly. The voice sounded familiar. "Dean?" He asked loudly in hope.
He turned around to see… the Trickster.
What the hell is he doing here!
His hope died quickly and in his anger, he stood up and moved to punch the Demi-God.
"Why are you here? To rub in Dean's death" He screamed in his face.
His throat started to close up and once again he felt the tears fill his eyes. He turned away from the Trickster, embarrassed for his show of weakness.
"Actually Sammy, I'm here to get you to wake up. Your screaming is going to wake up the whole motel". The Trickster said with a cocky smile. For a second Sam thought he might have saw some concern in the usually playful eyes, but it must have been his imagination.
"I don't need your help" Sam muttered stubbornly.
"Well Sammy, you do. You see, if I hadn't saved your ass, you would most likely be dead right now. So, I would quit with the 'I'm a man, we don't need any help speech'." The Demi-God said with a flash of anger.
Sam looked back at the smug angry looking god in confusion.
"Ok, I- Thanks for saving me." He finally muttered.
His thank you seemed to brighten the trickster up because the angry glint left his eyes and they softened.
"Any time Sammy". He said strongly.
"So, how's about you wake up so we can get some hot chocolate". The excited look on his face, made Sam want to laugh for some reason. Even though his gut was telling him not to trust the guy, maybe he did have some good in him. After all, he did save him from a coven of vampires. One drink couldn't hurt.
"Sure" He said with a small smile. He hoped he wouldn't regret trusting him.
A/N: That's it for chapter one! Thanks for reading! I would really appreciate if you could review. The last chapter should be up in about 3 days. Next chapter will have a huge Fluff scene!
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