"I didn't pray."
"Your lips didn't."
"You were dead."
"Death has never stopped us before."
"Why are you here, Gabe?"
"You needed an angel."
"There's no such thing as angels."
Sam's last words stung Gabriel right in his vessel's heart. The angels had left Sam's life, yes. But they were still angels. Gabe was still an angel. Cas was still an angel. And in Gabriel's eyes, Sam was still an angel. Sam was still his angel.
Gabriel loved Sam with all of his heart and with all of his grace. He wanted Sam to love him and he almost believed that he did. But he didn't just hear that his human needed an angel. He needed a prophet as well.
Sam had left the bunker. For a second Gabe wondered where Dean was, but he never really cared. He only ever cared for his Samsquatch. He looked out the door just to watch Sam walk away. He never wanted to see Sam walk away. He just always wanted to see Sam.
It was likely that Sam had gone to see Kevin, but Gabriel refused to admit it. He just hoped, hell, he prayed that Sam would be thinking of him. Sam was never thinking of him.
Sam appeared to Kevin, almost like an answer to his prayers. Maybe the Winchester was an angel.
"Sam," Kevin said softly, as if it was the only thing he could say. It'd been a while since they'd seen each other. Sam was too scared of his own emotions to confront the prophet. In fact, he seemed pretty dead-set on avoiding him forever. He was a nineteen-year-young virgin and Sam just saw himself as a thirty-year-old pervert. "I thought you'd never come back."
"I thought I'd never come back either," Sam said. Kevin looked up into his idol's eyes, disappointed.
"Then why are you here? If you don't want to see me, why are you here?" Kevin asked, seeming to miss the point.
"There's an angel on my shoulder. I need you to swat it off."
