Sam woke up the next morning to the very bright sun shining through his room. He immediately tried to lift his hand up to block the sun, but found he couldn't move it. He tried the other hand and had the same problem. It felt like something was holding his wrists down by his sides.
Sam blinked a few times to adjust his eyes and the looked down at his arms. "What the hell?" he asked aloud as he attempted to struggle out of the hospital type restraints that kept his wrists in place. What the hell was going on? Was in the hospital or something.
Sam looked around desperately. It didn't look like a hospital. It looked like a normal bedroom. It had everything you'd expect. There was an end table on the side of bed. A dresser and vanity off to the said, and what looked to be a large closet, possibly walk-in, across from the bed. It in no way looked like a hospital room. So where the hell was he and why was he tied down?
Sam quickly remembered the events of the night before. They were a little foggy because he'd been drinking, but he remembered what happened. Last night was the night he'd chosen to kill himself. He was about to do it and then Gabriel showed up, and he knew it really was Gabriel. He'd been drinking, but he wasn't that drunk. Gabriel had done this.
Sam huffed and started struggling once more. So the pintsized angel thought he was going to play another game with him? Lock him up in hospital restraints like they would for suicides on the psych ward? Well, Sam wasn't playing. This was not funny! "Gabriel! Gabriel, get your ass in here and let me loose!"
Footsteps could be heard and soon Gabriel leisurely walked into the room. "Morning, Sam. You sleep well?"
Sam glared and balled his hands into fists, jerking them in their restraints. "Your fun's over, Gabriel. Let me go!"
Gabriel's eyes darkened. "My fun, huh? You think I find this situation even remotely funny? I walked in to find you with a gun to your head! And it wasn't some monster holding it there. It was you!"
"What do you care?! It's my choice! It's none of your business! Now get these things off!" Sam yelled as he continued to struggle helplessly. God, why couldn't the bastard leave him alone? All he wanted was for the pain to go away.
"Well, it's my business now, and there's no way in hell I'm going to let you die," Gabriel said firmly.
"Why? You wanna see me suffer more? What you didn't get your fill during Mystery Spot? Just let me be! Let me end it!" Sam said with a mixture of pain and anger.
Gabriel softened slightly after seeing the pain in the hunter's face. He knew Sam was in a really bad way right now and he knew it wasn't going to get better anytime soon. "I'm sorry about Dean, Sam."
"Screw you! You could've stopped it! You've been alive the whole time! You could've dealt with the damn Leviathan yourself! You couldn't be bothered to get off your ass and because of that my brother's dead!" Sam said in a cracked voice.
Gabriel didn't bother defending himself. Sam didn't really blame him for Dean's death. He just needed someone to lash out at. So even if Gabriel tried to defend himself, it wouldn't make a difference. "Look, I know you're in a lot of pain right now. I know what Dean meant to you."
"Then let me go! Let me be with him," Sam begged.
Gabriel shook his head. "No. I know it hurts, but I'm not gonna let you end your life over it. Dean wouldn't want that either."
"What does that matter?" Sam asked. Yeah, he knew Dean would hate him killing himself. He knew it as he prepared to pull the trigger. But Dean was dead. It didn't really matter what he'd think anymore.
Gabriel's features darkened once more. "You don't think it matters what he'd want? You don't think you should respect his memory?"
"Shut up! You don't know anything about my brother!" Sam yelled.
"I do. I know that he loved you more than anything else and he would hate to see you like this, needing to be restrained in order to stop you from hurting yourself. But I also know he'd support it if it meant saving your life," Gabriel said. Dean had pretty much hated his guts most of the time they knew each other, but he knew that Dean would side with him on this one. Whatever it took to save his brother.
Sam shook his head. "He'd kill you for this, just like I will if you don't let me go!"
"Come on, kid, we both know you can't pull that one off, even if your hands were free. And I'm sorry, but you're not going anywhere," Gabriel said firmly..
"Damn it, Gabriel, let me go!" Sam screamed loudly as he struggled violently in his bounds.
Gabriel shook his head sadly. "I don't like this anymore than you do. I hate that I have to do this to you, but if it'll save your life, so be it. Now, the restraints are staying on until you can at least be calm. You decide how long that takes." He knew Sam didn't believe him, but he really did hate this, just as much as he hated Mystery Spot. He took absolutely no pleasure in seeing Sam's pain. But this was the only way he knew of saving his life, and he would weather Sam liked it or not.
The death glare Sam sent Gabriel made it very clear that that wasn't expected anytime soon.
"Once they do come off, you will still not be leaving this house. You aren't going anywhere until I'm certain you're no longer a threat to yourself," Gabriel informed him.
Sam seethed. "You can't do this! You have no right to control me like this!"
Gabriel shrugged and began to walk away. He didn't see the point of continuing the conversation further right now. They had past the point of it being at all productive, so he'd just let Sam be for now to try to calm down some and get used to the new reality
"No! Let me go, you son of a bitch! You can't keep me tied down like this! Cut me loose!"
"Go ahead, Sam. You rant as loud as you want. It won't bother me any," Gabriel said as he continued to walk away. All the while, the hunter was still screaming to be released.
