Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine.
Angst. Not my normal thing but this is dedicated to my muse, who finally had a mental breakdown and ran off sobbing. And screaming in terror.
XXX
Sam threw his jacket on the chair, and threw himself on the bed.
"Sam, you'll break it that way." Gabriel's familiar voice told him.
Sam snorted. "Shut up."
Gabriel sighed, and walked over to him. "So you and Dean had a fight. You always get over them."
"I know." Sam murmured. "It's just, everything feels like hell."
"Trust me Sammy, Hell's worse." Gabriel told him, gently snuggling up against the hunter.
Sam let out a long breath. "I don't see how it could be. I mean Cas is MIA, Dean seems to be permanently pissed at me, but that might be because Cas is around. But the worst part is…"
After a moment Gabriel prompted. "The worst part is?"
Sam was silent for a long time, finally breaking the silence. "You're dead." He told the empty room, and the memory of an archangel not actually with him.