A/N: Okay, so far this has turned out pretty well I think. There haven't been any negative comments, which I am glad about. And all of you seem generally interested in the story:) Whether it's 'cause you're all Gabriel fangirls that (like me) wish he hadn't died, I'm not sureā¦
Anyways, please enjoy. And tell me if you want changes for the future chapters! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural OR Criminal Minds
Gabriel decided early on that he hated this place. Bennington Sanitarium. He was amazed that they'd placed him there so quickly. Gabriel had no ID, birth certificate or proof of his existence. And after they found out that he "thought" his brothers were angels, they deemed his name to be fake as well. Although he was called Gabriel by the staff, he knew they didn't believe in him. He'd already received 3 therapy sessions to try to get him to open up. But every time they asked why, Gabriel only said "why not?" Not a word more or less. He got to keep his clothes, which was a plus. But since he only had 1 set of clothes, he was currently wearing the stereotypical white pants and shirt.
It had been 3 days now. At the moment, he didn't care whether or not they thought he was nuts.
The team had dropped him off, with Hotch lingering for a few moments to explain the situation. He was then escorted to a room with a bed and a table and two chairs. The bathroom was separated from the bigger room by a door in the corner. He had a window, and spent most of his time staring out of it, plotting his escape. So far he hadn't had a good chance. And the place had pretty good security.
Gabriel was pretty sure by now, that this wasn't Lucifer's doing. It was all too real, and even though an angel was trapped in an illusion, the angel would still feel the mojo if they had it. Gabriel felt nothing. A big stinking pile of nothing. And he was getting more and more frustrated by the day.
He was lying on his bed when someone knocked on his door. Gabriel sighed and sat up. Here we go again. Not receiving an answer, the person entered more cautiously. Gabriel looked up at the newcomer. It was one of the male nurses. He was friendly enough, but he was still employed at this horrendous facility. Gabriel recalled his name was Benjamin.
"Gabriel?" Benjamin called. Gabriel only nodded. "Come on, it's time for your session." Benjamin smiled reassuringly, but it wasn't working.
Gabriel looked out the window again before standing up and following the nurse out of the room.
"Gabriel, you haven't said much to Dr. Gordon," Benjamin said kindly. As if Gabriel had forgotten. "Please try and talk to him. We want to help you."
Gabriel was silent. First of all, he hated the doctor's name. Gordon. It reminded him of that crazy lunatic a couple of years back. Second of all, he hated talking about his feelings.
Benjamin opened the door to the dreaded room and gently pushed Gabriel inside. Dr. Gordon looked up and smiled. Dr. Gordon was a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair. He was lightly tanned and had a pleasant smile. In summary: He was creepy.
"Ah, Gabriel, please come in." The smile didn't leave his face and he waved the nurse out. Gabriel sat down in the chair opposite of the doctor. The doctor's desk was right next to them, so that the doctor could place his papers on it. "So, Gabriel, as I told you yesterday in our last session, it's important that you at least try to talk to me. I only want to help you. But I also won't push you Gabriel, remember that."
Gabriel nodded mutely. He wondered if the team would come visit. After all, they were the ones that dumped him here. The doctor's voice jolted him out of his thoughts.
"Gabriel, what if you wrote down what you're feeling? Would that be better for you?" Gordon asked gently.
Gabriel looked up and shrugged. He wasn't planning on it. Gordon though, took it as a "yes, I will now gush out my feelings". Gordon placed a pen and some paper on the table next to Gabriel. Gabriel picked up the pen and looked up at the doctor again. He was smiling brighter.
"Okay Gabriel, let's talk about yourself. Where're you from?"
Gabriel hesitated, as he wondered if he should tell the truth, or what the doctor wanted to hear. He looked down at the paper and settled for the truth. "Heaven." Gabriel didn't care anymore. If they thought he was insane, he might as well give them something to chew on.
"Okay Gabriel, that's a good start," Gordon encouraged. "You told Agent Hotchner and his team, that you have brothers. How many do you have?"
"Thousands."
"Okay. Gabriel this is great!" Gordon could barely hold in his enthusiasm. His patient hadn't talked in 3 days, and suddenly, communicating with him. Gabriel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You said that Castiel is the rebel? What does that mean?"
"He helped Dean when Sam was about to release Lucifer from his prison." Gabriel paused, trying to decide whether to stop there or continue. "Unfortunately, he was too late."
"Wait a minute Gabriel. Who're Sam and Dean?" Gordon asked scribbling everything down.
"Dean and Sam are brothers, fighting evil. When Sam died, Dean sold his soul and got a year to live. When the year was up, Dean was ripped apart by the Hell Hounds and sent to hell. After 40 years of torture in Hell, Castiel pulled him out because God commanded it."
Gordon's eyes grew wider and wider with each word Gabriel wrote, and Gabriel smirked on the inside. This was much funnier than expected. "I see," the doctor said somewhat baffled. "You explained a moment ago that Lucifer was released from his prison. What does that mean?"
"Ruby, a demon, had convinced Sam that he had to kill Lilith, another demon, so that Lucifer wouldn't be freed. Ruby lied. Lilith was the final seal holding Lucifer down. When she died, he became free."
"Lucifer, as in, the Devil?" Gordon asked. Gabriel narrowed his eyes.
"He's a fallen angel, but yes, you humans know him as the Devil."
"A fallen angel. Oh yes, that's right," Gordon smiled in fake understanding. "Is Lucifer your brother too?"
"Yes." Gabriel didn't want to explain more thoroughly.
"Do you like your family?"
Gabriel thought long. "I love my family," he wrote slowly, unsure. His temper was slowly rising. There were certain things, he didn't want to write or talk about.
"Are they nice to you?"
"It's been a long time since I was home last."
"You ran away?"
Gabriel definitely didn't want to write down the answer to that. He was about to explode.
"What happened?" Gordon pressed.
The pencil in Gabriel's hand snapped.
"None of your damn business!" Gabriel finally yelled and stood up. Pathetic human couldn't even tell when his damn patient was frustrated. He told Gabriel he wouldn't press. Gabriel knew he acted like a child, and even possibly psychotic, but he was way past caring about it.
"Gabriel please sit down. I did not mean to push," Gordon soothed, but Gabriel wasn't hearing it.
"I love my brothers! But seeing them fight, tear at each others' throats. I couldn't bear it! So I left," Gabriel gave the doctor the same speech he'd given Dean and Sam. It was easier to put it straight from the beginning. Gabriel was getting sick and tired of this.
And Gabriel knew he was on a tight schedule. If more than a week passed from when the angel becomes aware of the loss of Grace, to getting the Grace back, the feathers of the angel's wings would start falling off. This would be bad, especially inside a public facility like this. There'd be no place to hide the feathers. This was bad.
"It doesn't matter anymore," Gabriel sighed and sat down, focusing on his hands. "I want to talk to Hotch."
"Gabriel, I think Agent Hotchner is awfully busy, maybe you should-"
"I will not say or write another word until I've talked to Hotchner and/or his team," Gabriel said. "And that's final."
Over the next few days, Gabriel was completely silent. He took those awful pills because it made the staff happier, but when he could, he cheeked them. It had almost been 5 days since he was committed. Only one feather had fallen so far. Which Gabriel thought a miracle.
But the fifth morning, the morning he would finally meet Hotchner and/or the team, almost 30 feathers had fallen. So far he'd managed to hide them in the sheets of his bed, but the hiding place wouldn't last long. He was also getting more tired and he exhausted easily. Must be a side effect of the feather-shedding, he thought.
He sat by the table in his room as the door was knocked. He was too tired to stand, so he simply yelled "Door's open."
Hotchner and his team entered, minus Reid. Gabriel frowned. "Where's agent Reid?"
"He's arriving later," Hotch said and sat down opposite Gabriel. A woman with blonde hair had also followed them inside. Hotch noticed his confusion. "Gabriel, this is Jennifer Jereau our Media Liaison, more commonly known as JJ"
"Nice to meet you," JJ said with a smile. Gabriel smiled briefly and then slumped in his chair.
"How's life here treating you?" Morgan asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about," Gabriel said. "And I managed to get sick of it the first day I was here."
"I'm sorry Gabriel, but you need help," Hotch said. "Dr. Gordon has informed us a little of your sessions before we arrived."
"So?" Gabriel asked. "You seemed to already know I was insane."
"Gabriel, angels doesn't exist," Rossi said gently.
"I don't really care what you think. I know angels exist. I know I was recently one of them. When dear Lucifer stabbed me, my Grace vanished. I became human," Gabriel said as gravely as he could. It was crucial that he convinced them to let him out.
"Gabriel, you're experiencing delusions," Prentiss tried.
"So you say," Gabriel sighed. "Trust me, I know what's real and what's not."
"Gabriel," Hotch spoke and Gabriel turned to him. "Those brothers you've been talking about,"
Gabriel nodded, and then the wheel clicked. Oh hell.
"Are they called Sam and Dean Winchester?"
Gabriel didn't answer, but he knew Hotchner and the team already knew.
A/N: Okay, chapter 4! Done! I'm sorta proud about it :) Hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I'm really starting to get better ideas for this story :) Or at least that's what I like to believe.. Do tell me if I am wrong! Reviews are always appreciated!
PS: Gabriel uses a quote by Oscar Wilde: Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.
