Sam frowned as a rather harsh cough escaped his lips. His mind repetitively reminded him of the previous day's events. His heart ached and it felt as though a strip of barbed wire had coiled around it.
The pain had been, all be it, temporarily removed as he watched Gabriel in his overly cheesy porno the archangel had left both boys. It returned to him as soon as Dean's harsh snap of the DVD player cut the disc, and Sam's jealousy, short.
Dean had left him to his own vices in slight confusion as to why his little brother was grieving the angel's death. He was, and had every right to be, angry over the Mystery Spot ordeal. It was one of the reasons why the younger Winchester had not revealed all of his secrets.
How and when it happened, Samuel could never quite place it. But in the months leading up to his standoff with Lucifer, they had formed a bond he still wasn't fully able to comprehend. It had all culminated after their trip through T.V. Land. The result was a handprint below his navel only visible to himself (and all of the angels) long with a rather deep mark on his soul. A mate bond, his mind recalled.
But it was the last thing Gabriel had given him that fueled his everlasting pain... A silver prayer coin. It remained in the right front pocket of whatever pair of pants he had on.
"Just pray for me with this in your palm and I'll be able to find you. Anywhere."
So he did. For two days after they had driven far away from the hotel and Kali until his very soul ached. His body trembled at the sheer effort it took not to break down in front of Dean.
He grabbed the plastic bottle of Russian vodka and kicked his current research off the coffee table while he kicked off his shoes; briefly stared at the small scars that intersected at his ankle.
"Gabriel..." He whispered to the Heavens as he tilted his head back and gently palmed the coin in his right front pocket.