A/N-So crappy title I know but anyway, this is a small Sabriel fic I wrote, it might have more chapters don't know yet. Anyway enjoy it, all reviews welcome, good and bad
Sam let out a sigh, this was the first time Dean had left him alone in two months because of his so called 'suicidal thoughts'. Sure Sam had been thinking a lot lately, but it's not as if anybody would miss him if he did die, that's the way he thought anyway, the world would be better off without the guy who tripped the apocalypse and let Lucifer out, the guy who lost his soul, who chose a demon over his own flesh and blood brother. Sam let tears flow down his face as he held the loaded gun in his hand, thinking over all the mistakes he made, all the people who died because of him, flashbacks, always flashbacks, of Ellen and Jo, Jess, John, and even Gabriel. He raised the gun to his head, steady fingers on the trigger, and he could swear he heard that stupid archangel's voice. "Hey Kiddo," it said, strangely soft and serious, different from what he recalled the tricksters voice to be. Then the gun in his hand vanished and in front of him stood Gabriel, eyes teary from watching Sam and seeing his pain, "Kiddo I can't let you do this" he said. "G-Gabriel…? You're alive?" The hunter asked,looking up through his tears "Yes Sammy its me, now you gotta listen, you can't do this right, you can't leave Dean, you can't die, you can't leave me" Gabriel told him, looking him in the eyes. "Why do you care?" Sam muttered "You don't care about anything, why this? Why me?". Gabriel placed one quick kiss to Sam's lips, and then he was gone, just as the door swung open and Dean ran to Sam's side, "Sammy! Sam! You okay? What happened?" he asked, and all his little brother did was nod in reply, dazed by what had just happened.