"We are not in the same place as a moment ago," Castiel states matter of factly in his usual low voice. But when Sam looked around, all he saw was the hotel room. He couldn't help but notice that Gabriel was no longer there.
Suddenly, Cas doubled over in pain.
"Cas! What's the matter?" Dean had been staring annoyedly into the distance a moment ago, but now that Cas could be injured he was all serious.
"Do not worry. My brother just wanted to make sure that this message wasn't missed," Cas sighed and crawled into the bed, looking purely exhausted. Sam smiled discreetly to himself when he saw it was Dean's.
"So... what's the message?" Sam inquired.
"Ah, yes. I apologize if I have been a bit... distracted lately. My brother wanted to let us know we're in his domain now. He has control over every element of this place," Cas sighed and looked away from them.
"Which means-" Dean began.
"No exits," Castiel didn't move from his position on the bed. Dean awkwardly moved over to the bed and sat down near Cas. It was evident that he had been trying to comfort him, but he didn't know how to go about this. Cas looked at him appreciatively but didn't otherwise react.
"We could still try and find some way to leave. Couldn't we?" Sam asked hopefully.
"I assume we will not leave here until Gabe has gotten whatever he wants. I expect we won't be sitting here doing nothing for much longer." Sam was upset by Cas' immediate rejection. If tthey weren't going to try to leave, what were they going to do?
Suddenly Sam heard the flutter of wings and looked up. He was practically nose to nose with Gabriel.
"Yeah, Sam. What are you going to do?" Gabriel smirked at Sam's shock. Suddenly, he reached his hand up and snapped his fingers. Sam felt himself being transported by Gabe's mojo. Wait, Gabe? Since when was he called Gabe?
"You call me anything you want, Sammich," Gabriel smiled again. How had Sam forgotten about his whole mind reading thing?
Gabriel chose not to say anything else, instead inviting Sam to look around at their new surroundings. They appeared to be in a beach house... In Hawaii.
"What are we doing here?" Sam demanded, "Take me back."
"Oh, Sammich. Always so controlling. You're here because if I left you there, you would have ruined my next few pranks," Gabriel answered. Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Oh lighten up. It'll be funny. Here," Gabriel snapped his fingers and a fairly large television showed up on the table in front of the beds. It turned itself on. On the screen was Cas, sitting rock still on the bed, and Dean, pacing nervously. Gabriel snapped his fingers once more and was suddenly fully tucked into the bed in front of the tv.
"Um, no," Sam tried to pull himself off the bed, but some invisible force was holding him there.
"Um, yes. Don't go anywhere, Samsquatch," Gabriel promptly disappeared. Sam wondered where Gabriel was since he couldn't see him on the tv screen. But he did see movement, aside from Dean's incessant pacing.
Dean was pacing around nervously. He knew what had happened to Sammy. It was that damn archangel. He just had to figure a way to get him back. It was definitely not helping that Cas seemed to think there was nothing they could do.
Suddenly, Dean's attention was caught by movement towards the edge of the room. Deans hunters instinct kicked in as he grabbed the gun out from under his pillow. But there was nothing for him to shoot. The harder he stated at the wall, the more he realized that it was moving. At them.
"Cas," Dean tried to keep the slight panic out of his voice. He was used to fighting monsters, but he'd never had the threat of being crushed between walls on his mind, "Cas, can't you mojo us out of here?"
"I would have done that long ago if it was possible," Cas lookelooked at Dean stoically. Dean wondered how Cas could manage to look so inaffected throughout all of this. Cas seemed to sense Deans distress as he grabbed his arm and pulled him to the center of the room.
Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and just stood there like that. It was nice to forget his worries like this, even for just this one moment.
Suddenly they heard a loud crunching sound and looked up. The bed was disappearing underneath the wall. Apparently it had been crushed and swallowed up by the wall. They shared a nervous look and pressed their backs up against the opposite wall.
As soon as they had done that, that wall started moving towards the center of the room as well.
"Son of a bitch," whispered Dean, fully realizing how much that sped up the process. Cas gave him a mildly disapproving look after hearing his swear, but didn't press the matter.
Before Dean knew it, the walls were compressing his back and chest. He looked at Cs, who still appeared deep in thought. Suddenly, Cas perked up.
"How did I not think of this before?" Cas practically growled.
"Think of what?" Dean managed to squeeze out around the building pressure on his lungs. Cas made eerily determined eye contact.
Without answering Dean's question Cas whispered, "Close your eyes." Dean obeyed as it clicked in his mind what Cas was doing.
Dean saw nothing, but he could feel the way Cas' wings beat furiously, fighting to give Dean back his breath. And for about two seconds, it worked. Then the weight was back on him again. He tried to take a breath, but he felt himself slip into unconsciousness.
Sam had stopped struggling against his bonds long ago. Now he was transfixed, watching everything that went down with Dean and Cas. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw Cas' wings unfurl and he could barely keep it together when the two of them were crushed anyway. They couldn't be dead, that couldn't happen.
He jumped as Gabriel suddenly appeared next to the bed, snapping his fingers to release Sam from the bed. Sam swung his legs around and sat facing him. Gabriel almost wanted to wipe the hopeful expression off Sam's face. It tortured him too much.
"You're right about one thing, Sammich. They're not dead."