What? He-he was here again? He was an angel, he was wearing his old clothes, and he was standing in the middle of the Winchester's bunker. He would know from personal experience. He didn't even have to open an eye; the familiar smell hit him in waves. But then he did open his eyes. Gabriel's green eyes met a spectacular soft brown pair. His mouth parted in confusion. All he could think to do was stare.

"Yeah, I know." The man before him had his own mouth parted and he stared as well when took Gabriel in. It had been a while…since…well…it took a couple seconds for it to register in Gabriel's head that things could not be alright if this were reality. He was supposed to be at his human job and not an angel and now one of the legendary-screw-up-Winchesters was in front of him. His favorite one. The one he…L-worded. Not that he'd admit that outright though. People just don't come back to something like this without a price of some sort.

"What did you do, Sammy?" He asked in a low voice, eyebrows raised suspiciously at his old…friend? Could he call him that? This didn't matter, he focused on his panicked question and prayed to Dad it wasn't what it seemed.

"Everyone's gone, Gabe." His eyes flickered shut for a moment or two. "Cas is dead, so is Bobby. Meg and Crowley. Dean was a demon and-and he's dead now. I didn't-I don't want to be alone anymore." It was then that the now archangel once more noticed that Sam's face was puffy and red, that the twinkle of determination and life in him was gone.

"Sammich, what did you do?" He tilted his head to the side. A lump formed in his throat, making it hard to breathe properly. "I'm supposed to be human. What did you do?" It all came out choked with anger and disbelief. Whatever deal he made, it wasn't worth it.

"Everything that happened to them is my fault. All of it." Sam shook his head, standing limply in front of him. Helpless.

"Who did you deal with? Tell me." The archangel demanded, grabbing Sam by the shirt so they were eye level.

"No one, Gabe. No one. I didn't make any deals." The Winchester tried to look away, failing miserably.

"Listen to me, you dumbshit. Who. Did. You. Deal. With?"

"I'm just so tired…I didn't want to have to start over again. I need you. Everyone but you is dead and I'm just so tired…I've been drinking demon blood again. A lot. And I just wanted to restore you. Don't you like it?" Sam confessed and with that, his eyes flickered black. "I'm a demon…but I still feel human." Gabe was the angel of punishment and at the same time protection. At that moment, he was not sure what to say or do. Sam had demon powers…but he was virtuous. Sam had gone against God, but he had reached out to him for help. Above all his job was to love humans more than himself, right? With this one he did, truly. Once again green eyes met soft brown.

"I could say the same about myself, you know. Everyone I love has either died or left me. Just because you've lost, doesn't mean others haven't." He pursed his lips, all kiddish-like behavior usually accompanying the man was no where in sight.

"Gabe-" Sam started to speak.

"No, don't you 'Gabe' me. You can't do this to me. I know how it is Sam. All those times you hid our encounters from your brother and mine. That I was still alive. You never…cared and I can't do this, I got a job and-and a girlfriend. Just because of what happened…you can't drag me back after I finally escaped."

"Gabe, please,"

Dean had turned demon several months before. He had sworn off the people from his humanity, that he would hide from them. But that night, the demon got drunk and was ready wreak havoc on them. No. To kill them. How dare they let this happen to him? They were supposed to be there for him. So there he was, passing by and destroying all traps he came across as he broke into the bunker. Sam was researching in the study and Castiel was beside the tall man. As soon as Dean saw them, he sent Sam flying into the wall, knocking him out. However, he didn't hold that power over Castiel.

"Dean…" Castiel stood firmly between the two brothers and he was distressed to find himself glaring coldly at Dean.

"How've you been Cas?" An angel blade slipped from Dean's sleeve and into his palm.