Blood.
Blood covered the ground, and the scent of death reeked in the air. Sam stared in horror at the mangled, crimson-stained body that lay before him. The faint shadow of wings covered the earth, splattered with the body's insides. Lifeless, golden eyes stared at the sky, tears running down his face. Letting out a choked sob, Sam rushed over to the body.
"Gabriel!" He screamed, apart of him already knowing that his boyfriend was dead. "Gabriel, please!" He picked up the Archangels body, sobbing. "G-Gabriel..Please, let this be a joke...Gabriel.."
Hello, Sam. A voice entered Sam's head, on that oozed with corruption, death, and pure evil. Lucifer. Looks like you're not feeling well, huh? My poor little brother, never thought it would end like this..Especially with you holding the knife..
Sam gasped as he saw Gabriel's blade in his palm, covered with blood. He looked at the wound in Gabriel's chest, making him realize that he had killed Gabriel. He let out a choked sob, tossing the knife away with a clatter.
Ah, feel bad that you killed Gabe? Hasn't he ever pissed you off, like all those times he killed Dean? Haven't you wanted to stab him through the heart, just so that he'll leave you alone? Admit it, Sammy. You loathe your boyfriend.
So that's why you killed him.
He let out a animal-like scream of mourning, shaking Gabriel's limp vessel. "Gabriel!" But no one answered his call.
Sam woke up, gasping for breath. He was sweating, and felt sick. Gabriel was in front of him, shaking his shoulders. "Sammy!? Sammy, wake up!" Gabriel's eyes shone with fear as he looked at Sam.
"Gabriel, I'm okay!" Sam said, taking deep breaths. "I-I'm okay now!" Remembering his dream, he pulled Gabriel close to his chest. "I'm glad that you're alive, sweetie."
Gabriel frowned slightly. Sam never called him sweetie, only when he was stressed. "Are you okay, Sammy? You were screaming, and sobbing. You were calling my name.."
"It was just a nightmare, promise." He said, stroking Gabriel's hair. "I'm fine now, I'm sure of it." He took in a shaky breath, but smiled when Gabriel tried to escape his grasp.
"Let go of me, you moose! You're all sweaty!" He whined, wriggling. "Let goooo!"
Sam grinned, holding onto him tighter. "Nope! Looks like the mighty Archangel Gabriel can't escape the Winchester's grasp!" He began to tickle him, chuckling.
Gabriel started to flail, laughing. Sam let go of him, taking advantage of Gabriel to kiss him on the forehead. "You know I love you, right?"
"Of course, moosey! Now let go!"
