Gabriel laid, curled around Sams' massive body, tears in his eyes as he worried over the fact that this human he so cared for was not waking up. It had been days since the angels had found the brothers beaten beyond comprehension in that awful place, and Sam was not waking up.
"Alright Sammy, heres the deal, If you wake up now... I'll... I'll make us all breakfast! ... Hmm, not hungry I see, well, I'll put on a maid costume and be your slave for the day! ... Fine! A week!" Still sam lay there, deeply asleep, healed but unconscious. Gabriel was not handling this well. "Damn-it Sammy, do you understand what happened? How much I need you right now? We fought for DAYS Sammy, days. For over a week, non-stop. Cas, twenty-eight other Angels and I fought against thousands. I had to kill my friends, my brothers and sisters, I fought and killed Angels I've known since before the Earth was even an idea in the back of The Big Guy's mind. I nearly died. Cas nearly died. So you need to stop being so selfish, get your comedically large ass up off this bed and hug me back." Gabriel took a deep shuddering breath, then pressed on, "I'm tired of being strong, tired of cracking jokes and pulling stupid pranks. I want you Sam. I love you. It was so hard for me to stay and keep fighting when I knew you were being tortured. I wanted to run away, to come to you and save you, but my family was dying all around me Sammy, all was almost lost. I'm so sick of fighting. So tired of killing people who don't deserve to die. I just want to hide here, with you and our brothers. Can we Sam? Can you and Dean wake up? Can you love me back? Can we survive this?" Gabriel looked up at Sam from his heads resting place on the larger mans chest, searching for an answer, for some kind of sign from this man that everything would be okay, but there was nothing. "Look at me, I'm like one of those pathetic people who sit at the bedside of a comatose lover, trying to make deals, talking to them, expecting a response." He laid back down, settling into his spot curled against Sam's right side, head resting on his chest as it slowly moved up and down, his right hand resting over Sam's heart, fingers playing over his skin, his left grasping Sam's inanimate hand like a life source. He began to whisper confessions to Sam, saying things he never could if the man was conscious, "When we first got there, just for an instant, I thought you were dead. It knocked the wind out of me. I mean sure, I've always found you attractive, but it wasn't until that moment I realized that, well, that I love you. I saw you laying there, more than half dead, bleeding, unconscious and I, for the first time in my very, very long life, wanted to hold you, give you everything I had and more, make you better, even if it killed me. It terrified me, but I didn't care. All I could think to do was to get you safe and get you healed. We got you both here, Cas took Dean, didn't even glance at you, he was so exhausted, but already healing Dean before we even got here. He was in really bad shape, but the award definitely does to you. For such a big guy, you'd think that you'd have a harder time getting abducted, but it seems to be almost a hobby for you and that idiot brother of yours." Gabriel chuckled half heartedly at his joke, knowing it truly was not funny.
"The hell he put you through. I wish I could take that away, make it so you can't remember any of it. But I can't, you'd hate me if I did that... You're so strong, always so strong, I just hope you're strong enough to make it through this. Oh Sam. Yah know, healing you nearly did kill me? After all the beatings, the razor blade cuts, the damage to your organs done by the water torture and the poisons, and... That... You had no right to be alive. And the acid. That fucker dripped ACID on your stomach. It made me sick. Right to my core. All I could think of was the smell, it smelt bitter and like burning flesh and none of it was you. You, you smell like warmth and spice, like a safe place to land in a storm, a little dangerous, but always like home. You smell like where I was made to live, like I've been wandering for billions of years and I've finally found my perfect fit. You smelt wrong and I wanted you better, I fixed you from the inside out, my Grace found your soul, buried deep, withering from the torture, and your soul and my Grace fixed each other. Do you understand what I mean? It wasn't my Angelic Essence being used to fix some minor physical damage, it was the very core of my being searching out yours, them both connecting at the very core level and using that connection to start healing us both. The shock of it- it felt like pure electricity running through my veins." Gabriel shifted position, sitting cross-legged next to a sleeping Sam on the bed, hands still intertwined. "That doesn't happen. Like ever. Human souls shouldn't have that power. I'm guessing it has to do with the demon blood, it shifted your genetic make up just that little bit towards the supernatural, made your soul human+. I guess we'll never ge- Dean's awake! Sammy! Wake up! You're brother is awake, so you should wake up too!" Gabriel checked Sam's vitals again, finding no change in heart rate to signify consciousness. "OH COME ON! Seriously? Damn it Sammy! Wake the hell up you Sasquatch! Wake up and love me!" Gabriel, now in hysterics collapsed next to Sam, tears streamed down his face. He was so tired. Angels do not require sleep, under normal circumstances but Gabriel had been fighting vigorously for over a week, and then spent another few days standing vigil, putting off any rest and denying himself recuperation time, so he was dangling by the thinnest of strings. He laid there listening to his brothers fumbling explanations to the elder Winchester until he was able to compose himself. "See, Sam, if our emotionally stunted brothers can talk like that, you can wake up from this." Gabriel sat up again, leant over Sams face, tears dripping onto his face, "just wake up and kiss me back." Gabriel surged forward, his lips sparking with those of the man below him, and like a jump for a car that wouldn't start, or a princess under a spell, Sam awoke.
At first startled by the fact he was being kissed, then horrified by his recent memories, Sam's hunter instincts kicked in. As soon as he was aware he was attacking the smaller man. Before Gabriel was able to react to Sam's waking up he had been hit across the jaw and was flipped to be underneath Sam and pinned by his weight. Gabriel could have easily thrown him off, but allowed Sam to come to his senses in his own time. It would probably take a long time before Sam was ready for any type of intimacy. Eventually Sam realized it was Gabriel, and that he was no longer trapped in the ghosts torture chamber. As soon as he'd grasped that, he was kissing Gabriel enthusiastically, gasping and moaning into the kiss as Gabriel murmured out confessions of love between kisses, Sam adding his own, far earlier realized revelations. The kiss, a culmination of pent up frustration and fear and pain and comfort, mixed in with passion and love, had them rolling around, fighting for dominance. Eventually the pair settled on Sam leaning up against the head of the bed and Gabriel straddling his hips, slowly working to unbutton his shirt, getting distracted frequently by Sam's muscled, bare chest. As the kiss slowed slightly, both short of breath there was a flapping noise in the corner of the room, followed by "OH GOOD GOD. Damn-it Cas, couldn't you have warned me! Gabriel get the hell off my brother!"