His face was only inches away from mine, his hands placed on my forehead. I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and smelling sweet. You could tell he'd been stuffing his face with lollipops and the like. His honey-brown eyes staring deeply into mine. Their colour, a mixture of perfect caramel and milk chocolate. The concern was woven deeply into his forehead.
"Sammy! Come on, talk to me," I could hear blood rushing, shallow breathing. And, as if from a distance, I could hear Gabe, emotional tones touched his voice. I managed a groan. It felt like a groan, but it came out like a whine. The sort dogs do when they dream. "Sam! Please open your eyes!" His voice was drawing nearer.
"What happened? You were talking and then you're in my face..." my voice so quiet, any normal human would have trouble understanding what I'd said.
"Sammy you didn't faint so to say, you just sort of… Just stopped breathing and lost consciousness. I was really worried, you son of a bitch." Gabriel's voice suddenly changed from worried to sounding like a grouchy little kid. "I'm pretty sure you should get under the covers, fully clothed. And I'll get the other covers and tuck you in." I'd never seen him be so kind. As I got into the bed, I smiled and thought to myself, 'Savour this moment, it's not gonna happen again.'
"Thank you Gabriel. I no longer think of you as a dick." I couldn't help it, it just slipped out. "Sorry, it wasn't meant to come out like that…" I was genuinely embarrassed and I burrowed deep under the covers.
"It's alright Sam, I can see how my actions look dickish," He tapped the lump that was my body. "But I'm not as bad as Lucifer or Balthazar alright. Take my word on that. You do not wanna get on the wrong side of them!" He was walking away, rustling of fabric follows. I peep over the top of the covers to see him close the drapes.
"I hope you don't think this childish but, would you show me your wings? I just want to witness them, I bet they're fluffy. Like really fluffy, like those Chow-Chow dogs!" I think the lack of oxygen has made me a little giddy. I hated the way my question sounded.
"Sam, they're just gonna get in the way. Plus they're just wings; I don't understand why you'd want to observe these tatty things," He was rolling his shoulders as if relaxing his tense muscles. "Just get some rest. And try to get warm. Don't want a hunter like you to get hypothermia!"
"Alright!" Pulling the covers over my head to block out any light. My voice was muffled and low, "Bossy boots."
It was cold and dark, no one else was around, I was just standing there, in this clearing. I started calling out for him, my big brother. Dean. I heard the desperate cries of a child. I looked for the source of the sound, when I finally understood. The noise was me. I was a child again, alone. I saw through blurred eyes, that I was standing in a clearing, surrounded by trees I felt even more alone. Until a set of lights came from afar, they shone with a sense of safety. The lights were attached to a rumbling noise, like a tiger's growl. It was like music to my ears, he was driving to save me. Always my protector.
He'd got out of the car, walked across and stood in front of the headlights. His silhouette was shorter than I remembered a lot shorter. The silhouette was now terrifying. The shadow on the ground morphing and changing talons growing out of his fingers, wings protruding from his shoulders. Not like Cas, not the big fluffy bird wings. They were skeletal things, shredded and warped. I tried to hold in a scream, but it seemed to escape my mouth in a whimpering style. It advanced towards me cowering over me. His talons trailing over my cheek, what once a comforting gesture now filled with fear. I could feel blood welling from the point of contact on my skin. His face came closer to mine, close enough for me to smell the rancid breath escaping the ragged hole where his mouth was. I looked into his eyes, dead, no sparkle, but they werehoney-chocolate coloured, the eyes that once looked down on me in sympathy and love, now looked down on my in contempt and hatred. I'm sure that he wanted to rip me apart, limb by limb.
"Gabriel. Don't do this, I know you, you wouldn't do this. You love the human kind, you're kind, thoughtful and so full of love, please find yourself again!" A little flicker of his eyes showed some recognition, my heart leapt to my throat. "Gabe, it's me! It's Sam, please this isn't you! Come on, think of Cas, think of us the human race, each person better than the last! Over come whatever this thing is." Hand pulled back, I saw a gleam in his eye. I knew instantly what he was going to do. I decided to do something that wasn't me. "Please, don't. Gabriel, you strike me down and you'll become like you brother. The brother you love to loath. You'll become Lucifer! Please!"
All of a sudden, he was on his knees, wailing softly. When I listened closely he was humming a tune I once knew, a lullaby. I reached out for his shoulder to touch, but in an instant he was gone, only a cloud of dust left where he knelt.
And once again I was alone.
