DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL
Author's note: This takes place in the bunker, months after Gadreel is expelled from Sam's body. Gabriel comes to save the day, and some how finds the magic in him to heal Sam . Sam passes out for months at a time, occasionally waking up and being fed but he wasn't healthy enough to physically sit up.. We start off in the living room, at 6:00 at night on a Thursday, Castiel's day. We leave you off there. Enjoy...
Sam awoke to the noise of chattering voices, under the dim light of the lamp. The moose-man stretched as the faded green blanket fell off of his waist. "Dean?" Sam whispered groggily.
"Hey Sammy." a familiar and teasing voice greeted him. It's owner was a golden-haired and eyed man. It was Gabriel, the Archangel which Sam had been secretly dating ever since they first met. Originally Sam thought that Gabe was a trickster, but he then found out he was an angel and their relationship went downhill from there. It was on and off from there forth until Gabriel was killed by Lucifer. Before Sam could reply to Gabe, Dean walked in the room with heavy footsteps. He had blood on his hands, and a few speckles of it on his cheek. Sam , brushed some of the hair by his face aside, and sat up. Dean and Gabriel started to panic.
"Guys. I'm fine... really. What did I miss?" The King of the Alces Alces species asked studying both of the other males' faces. His brother just kind of shifted awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
"It's too hard to explain right now. I'm gonna go wash up and take a nap." Dean sighed, rubbing his temples. The elder one walked to the kitchen, leaving Sam and Gabriel to cuddle on the couch. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a small slice of pie, and a can of cola. Dean then proceeded to the little dungeon they had in the bunker with food in hand. A deep and dark echoed through the walls followed by a one-sided conversation. It stopped as soon as the green-eyed hunter walked into the room. There on the opposite side of where he'd tied Crowley down was a girl in a circle of holy fire. She was hugging her knees as if she was frightened or she was going crazy.
"Hey kid, I brought you some food. I figured you might be hungry."
The girl didn't respond.
"Aw, Come on. I don't bite." Dean teased, placing the pie and cola beside her. "Could you at least say something kid?" the hunter asked, folding his arms and shifting uncomfortably. Crowley snickered from the other side of the room. The girl only gave him a quick glance. "I brought you a crap load of sugar, the least you could do is say something." He told her. Again she just gave him a sad look. "C'mon squirt! You gotta give me something. I gave you my pie for God's sake!"
"Gosh's sake." She muttered.
"What?" Replied Dean.
"Gosh's sake you mean. It's rude to say Father's name in vain." The girl spoke, a bit louder this time, and turned her gaze to Dean.
"What's your name though? I mean I can call you all the nicknames in the world but I bet you wouldn't like that." The hunter asked, considering to maybe let the kid out. That could be stupid though. What if she was actually really dangerous? Again, the girl didn't respond and opened up the cola. Dean glared at the girl, but there was a bit of befuddlement in his harsh gaze since she dumped the soda pop on the holy fire, putting it out. The unnamed child tried to run out of the dungeon and tripped on the air. Crowley began laughing like a mad man as the girl escaped. Dean chased her of course, through the kitchen where Sam and Gabe were now flirting with each other, and through one of the many hallways. Again, she tripped on practically nothing in front of a door. What a klutz. The hunter grabbed her by shoulders and stuffed the girl in the room. "You could have just talked to me kid! Maybe I wouldn't have had to lock you away again." The prince-like male rasped, slamming all his weight against the door so she got stuck in there. Angels... There are only few on the Earth that you can really trust. Or that was Dean's input on it. "I hate angels." He grumbled.
"Yeah I can tell, since we seem to have a few locked up in dark rooms, bloody and beaten." Sam sassed, as he walked into the room with another man. It wasn't Gabriel though. This man was a bit taller than Gabe, maybe by a few inches, and he had piercing green eyes that shrewdly scanned over everything. He was all bloodied up from the torture that Dean had given him. The angel grabbed Dean by the collar and slammed him into the wall. Samuel started to panic, for he had not planned this.
"Let her go." The young man growled, his British accent stuck out like a sore thumb. Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes, that looked like they belonged to a Disney Princess. "Don't make me ask twice, Winchester." The angel rasped.
"Not in a million years, buddy." The elder brother replied with a chuckle. Gabriel pulled Dean out of the other angel's grip. He moved Dean away from the door.
"Everybody, just chill out, m'kay?" The archangel commanded.
"I will 'chill out' when my friend is released!" The auburn boy replied sternly. He was obviously very peeved about the whole situation. Gabriel sighed, and opened the door, letting loose the girl again. She ran right over to the other angel, hugging his waist.
"Barman!" She gasped noticing the cuts on his face, and the blood on his sky-blue button up. "I shall deafen the person who wounded you! Who would some one hurt a sweet creature like you?" She exclaimed, squishing her friend's cheeks together. Sam and Gabe were laughing. The so-called Barman put his hands on the girl's and moved them away from his face. He was embarrassed.
"Well now I won't have to listen to Sam's blah blah blah." Dean stated with a deep sigh. The little female's head turned to the hunter, and she scurried to the other side of Barman.
"W-Why is Michael here?" She whispered, clinging close to the boy.
"Dear, it's not Michael." He muttered, glaring at all three of the other males with such contempt. They were all huddled up, trying to figure out what to do with the pair. "It's Dean Winchester, he wouldn't hurt a fragile little being like you." He reassured her.
"But what about you? He wasn't the one who cut you up, was he?"
"That's not important..." Barman sighed.
"Yes it is! He-" before she could finish her sentence Dean interrupted.
"Alright ladies, both of ya are going to help us stop this war." The princely hunter commanded with a harsh tone. "No 'ifs', 'ands', or 'buts' about it! Welcome to the bunker." He hollered flinging his arms open with a great frustration. "Come on. Let's talk strategy." Dean hissed then proceeded to strut into the kitchen. Gabriel followed scolding the human for being so cantankerous.
"Don't worry. He's just angry. He's been through a lot." Sam tried to reassure them. Maybe it'd make them feel a bit more comfortable. Maybe it comforted himself, by making excuses of his brother's behavior on everything around them. Who knows?
"I've been through a lot too. Things are tough all over, and your brother should grow up and learn that." Hissed Barman. "Israfel please let go." The angel ordered fiercely. The girl did as she was told, and watched her friend storm after the other two men.
"E-excuse m-me sir? Um where is your first aid kit?" The so-called Israfel stuttered, looking down at her feet. A friendly and helpful smile appeared on Sam's face, and he lead the little angel into the study.
Meanwhile, Gabriel was listening to Dean and Barman. Barman was basically explaining everything, and what happened. Who he and his friend were. He explained that Israfel was the last choir angel, and she knew more than she appeared to. He explained he was a seraph who had the fortune of stumbling upon her lonely prison. They had to keep it all a secret though, but now that they were on Earth it didn't matter. Dean was conjuring up a plan in his head.
"Can you swear to me that if I die that you will keep her safe? You will take care of her? You will act like a parent to her?" Barman asked, his green eyes that usually filled with contempt and hatred, were now filled with this pleading look. He looked like a pitiful lost puppy instead of a brave warrior that he was.
"Yeah." Dean nodded, taking this really seriously. He needed the information, and if the girl had the information so be it. He'd be parent of the year, just for a good bit of info.
"Yes or No. Not yeh. This is a serious matter." The former seraph snapped. Dean shifted uncomfortably, looking other man with a serious expression.
"Yes. I swear." the hunter promised. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
Just as he said that, Israfel skipped into the room with Sam following. She held in her hand a damp blue rag and bandages. Sam walked over to join Gabe, and they started having an animated conversation about irrelevant matters. Israfel flashed Barman a sweet smile, and asked him to sit down. He did as she asked, though he really didn't want to have his wounds cleaned. He started to think for a minute or two, zoning out until he felt the cold damp rag against the cuts on his cheek. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, and glanced around nervously. There on the table was a bouquet of delicate and puny blue flowers. There were a bunch grouped together.
"Israfel, could you be a dear and hand me those flowers?" He asked calmly. The girl nodded, and retrieved them for her friend. She watched the seraph start stringing them together, and eventually made them a circle. He placed the circle on her head. Dean rolled his eyes and listened to Sam and Gabe chatter.
"Why thank you kind sir!" The girl giggled. "Now may I clean up that nasty gash on your tummy?" She asked politely.
"No!" Barman exclaimed running to the study. Israfel ran after him, yelling about how infections are nasty and how his cut needed to be taken care of right away. She held her flower crown on her head as she ran as well. Her friend flopped down on one of the chairs, and she hugged him from behind the chair.
"Caught you!" She squeaked. Barman chuckled at her excitement and looked up at the choir angel. She amused him.
"Now, if I'm right, which I always am, these flowers are called forget-me-nots. In 15th century Germany, people would wear them so they wouldn't be forgotten by friends or family." He stated in a matter-o-fact fashion. "It's scientific name is the Myosotis arvensis. They vary in different shades of light blue and violet." He continued to explain. "Those blue ones you have on seem to match your wings." Barman grinned. If one was able to see angel wings then one would know that Israfel's light blue wings were small and fragile in her vessel form, and one would know Barman's had been reduced to stubs ever since The Fall. His wings used to be a beautiful shade of chocolate brown. Oh how gorgeous they were to behold! The former seraph's expression turned from elated to grim within a few seconds. The glow in his eyes was replaced with a grief that couldn't be spoken, as he moved his rear from the chair onto the ground. He didn't want to do what he was about to do. He dreaded the thought of what he was about to do, but it had to be done for her safety!
"We need to talk." He whispered to the girl numbly, then patted the spot beside him.
"L-listen Barman, I-I'm so sorry about all of th-" Israfel tried to apologize to her BFF, but he took her hand.
"It'd be best if you'd forget me." He sighed, shaking the girl's hand. Then he let go. She wrapped her arms around him as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Please... Please don't leave me." She whispered.
"No don't worry. You didn't do anything love. It's everything around us." He sighed. "And I-I've brought you nothing but war." Barman vocalized with a slight voice crack. There was obviously many things going through his head.
"What do you mean?" Israfel asked with obvious hurt in her voice. "I love you." She vocalized, giving her friend a heart-broken stare.
"I can't and don't feel the same way. This is why I need to do this. To make your suffering lessen." Barman admitted. Israfel's face turned as white as sugar, and she started screaming at the former seraph. She started repeatedly hitting him in the chest, and of course it didn't hurt him physically. He ended up having to grab both of her wrists to calm the choir angel down. He then kissed her forehead. "I'm so sorry. I wish it wasn't this way, and I understand how scared and angry you must be right now, but please don't make this any harder. It's hard enough for me. Just take a minute to cool down, okay?" Barman whispered. Israfel hugged him again.
"That was wrong of me to hit you, and I apologize." The choir angel murmured.
"Shh. It's alright. Do something for me though. Please." He muttered in response. "Be the sweet little girl you are." He told her. Barman then proceeded to put his hand on her forehead, and erased himself out of her memory. The choir angel passed out in his arms, and he held her for what seemed to be the last time. He fought back the tears, and gently set her on the chair. Oh they had been through so much together. Not wanting to dwell on it much longer, Barman placed his pleather jacket on Israfel, like a blanket, and fled into the darkness of the night.
A/N: So this is like an alternate time-line of season nine, and Gabe saves his Moosey Boyfriend. If you hadn't noticed I ship Sabriel as hard as you can possibly ship something. It's just so CUTE, and Sam deserves someone. That Destiel you were promised shall happen next chapter. Next chapter's going to be a bit less tense.
Goodbye my children of the night!