Ain't No Grave
A/N: Inspired by the Johnny Cash song. Gabriel's thoughts as he died, barely long enough to be consider a story.
=DoN't oWn AnYtHiNg=
POV: Gabriel
I felt the sharp pain in my stomach, then the world grew cold. My brother stabbed me with my own angel sword. His lips were moving, I bet there was sound, I just I couldn't hear him. I think he's saying he's sorry. I want to tell him it's okay, but all that leaves my lips are pained grunts. Those two mutton heads better avenge my death. Who am I kidding, I won't stay dead for too long. I look in time see Lucifer twist the blade, causing my grace to explode. I just hope "there ain't no grave that can hold my body down."
A/N:I do know how short the story is, but its all I could sqeeze out of brain even listen to the song.