Sam woke up in darkness. He opened his eyes and was greeted with complete blackness. He only even knew his eyes were opened was because there was still some pain when he opened them, though not like last night. Honestly, he almost wished for the unbearable pain. At least then he would be distracted from the fact that he was blind. He would never see anything ever again. That crushed him. How was he supposed to live like this? How could he even protect himself? He was a hunter. He had enemies all over the place that were hard enough to handle with all of his senses. What was he supposed to do?

Sam suddenly heard the door open and stiffened. He suddenly remembered the person, or angel, whatever it was, that rescued him. Well, it wasn't like he actually forgot, but he'd been too overwhelmed by the realization that he was blind to think about.

"Morning."

"Is it?" Sam couldn't help but bitterly reply. "Who are you? I know your voice."

"Yeah, you do," he said before taking a few stops forward.

Sam could only inch away as the man walked towards him. At least he hoped he was inching away. For all he knew, he was inching closer to danger.

"I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Who are you?" Sam asked again.

"My name is Gabriel," he told him. He thought about lying, but Sam was vulnerably right now and needed someone to trust. Lying didn't seem right.

Sam racked his brain to try to remember this guy, but he couldn't. He didn't think he'd ever known anyone named Gabriel. "I don't know that name."

"No, you didn't know me by name. I was just the latest thing you were hunting," Gabriel said.

Sam inched away again, knowing this man was an enemy. This also told him this thing wasn't an angel, as he'd never hunted an angel before. Of course, if he wasn't an angel, Sam had to wonder how he found him. "What are you?"

Gabriel smiled. "Well, let me put it this way. I've got a thing for justice and desserts."

It all clicked within seconds. Justice and desserts. Just desserts. Then the voice clicked too. He knew exactly who this man was. "Trickster," he spat.

"I knew it wouldn't take much for you to figure it out," Gabriel said.

"What do you want?" Sam asked, breathing heavily. He hated the Trickster. How could he not. He would never forget the hundreds of time the Trickster had made him live and relive his brother's death over and over.

"Relax. Would I really save you just to do something to you now?" Gabriel asked.

"How should I know? You're a twisted bastard! I have no idea how you think," Sam said angrily before inching towards the end of the bed. He was not staying here with the Trickster. He needed to get the hell out of here.

"What are you doing? Sam, don't get up," Gabriel warned. The kid was in an unfamiliar environment with no sight. If he tried to walk right now, he would hurt himself.

"Screw you," Sam said before standing up.

Gabriel watched as Sam took a couple of steps, heading right for the dresser. He grabbed him before he could fall.

Sam immediately started fighting against the arms that grabbed him, but the Trickster's grip was strong, ironlike. He was getting nowhere. "Let go!"

"Enough! You're going to hurt yourself like this," Gabriel said.

"I don't care! I'm not staying there with you!" Sam growled as he continued his futile efforts to get away.

Gabriel continued to hold the hunter tightly. "Yeah? How do you hope to get out of this room, let alone out of this house? And say you manage it. What will you do then? You don't know where you are and you have no way of figuring it out. What are you gonna do? Walk aimlessly and hope you don't run into a tree or a car?"

Sam stopped struggling as the realization of his situation hit him again. He was blind. How was he supposed to get out of here? He couldn't even walk out the front door because he wouldn't be able to find the front door. He was completely helpless.

Gabriel winced. He realized how blunt and cruel he sounded. "Sam, I'm sorry, but things are different for you now. You're not gonna be able to do things the same way. You can't just walk out of here."

Sam slumped in complete defeat and bent his knees to slink to the floor.

Gabriel helped Sam back onto the bed so he could lay down.

"If you want to leave, that's fine. I'll take you to your brother, but you'll have to give me his number so I can call him," Gabriel said. Dean was warded from angels just like Sam was. The only reason he'd been able to find Sam was because he'd prayed for help. Actually, Sam was lucky he'd gotten there first because any angel could've found him through his prayer.

Sam's stomach dropped at the thought of his brother. He would give anything to be with his brother, especially now, but Dean wouldn't want anything to do with him. Dean had let him leave, probably grateful to be rid of him, and he wouldn't want him to come back now. He'd be nothing more than a burden to his brother now, and one he didn't particularly like right now. "No. Just leave me at some motel or something."

Gabriel frowned. He didn't understand why Sam wouldn't want to be with his brother. The last he knew, those two had been insanely close. That couldn't really have changed could it. "Why don't you want to see… be with your brother?"

"None of your business! Just leave me somewhere!" Sam snapped.

"No. I'm not gonna leave you alone like this," Gabriel said.

"Why not? So I'm blind! What do you care about that. I'm just some insignificant human to you. Send me somewhere and you can be done with it. You can go back to screwing with people for amusement," Sam sneered.

Gabriel wasn't going to rise to the bait. "You have a choice, kid. We call your brother and I send you to him or your ass stays exactly where it is."

"You can't keep me here!" Sam yelled.

"Make a choice," Gabriel said a firm tone.

Sam huffed angrily. He wished the Trickster would just leave him alone, dump him somewhere so he could just drown in his misery, but apparently the man wasn't done torturing him. Well, he wasn't going to force himself on Dean. He would only be more miserable knowing that he was burdening his brother. "Here! Now get out!"

Gabriel was surprised by the hunter's response. He was sure Sam would choose to return to his brother when his only other option was stay there with him. Gabriel wanted to ask him what was going on, but he knew he wouldn't get an answer. "Alright. Let me know if you need anything."

Sam turned onto his side in an effort to dismiss the Trickster. It seemed to work as he soon heard the door closed. It was mere seconds after he left that the tears started to fall from Sam's eyes