I wished I would have stayed asleep longer. I wanted to know the rest of the story. Did Castiel die? Was Gabe alright? What about Sam and Ketch? What happened to them? They were many questions left, but my body had other plans for me. I got up and ran to the bathroom, barely making it before I threw up the little I had eaten during the day. After what seems like hours, I rested my head on my arm, staying as close as I could from the toilet bowl.
"How long have you been there?" I asked my brother who was standing in the doorway.
"Are you okay?"
"No…" I coughed.
A taste of bile filled my mouth and I threw up again. I waited a couple of minutes before flushing the toilet and backing away from it. I leaned back against the wall. Closing my eyes, I tried to control the chills that were taking over my body. I barely heard Sam approaching and kneeling close to me.
"Dean…"
"I'm better…. You can… go sleep" I lied, wishing he would listen.
"No, it's fine…. I just got back anyway…"
"Go…" I asked again shakingly.
"Dean…"
"JUST GO!" I snapped.
He didn't back away as I thought he would. That was the exact moment I lost the last bit of control I had over the chills. Sam tried to check my temperature with the back of his hand, but I pushed him away as soon as his skin touches mine. Everything was hurting like hell; my clothes brushing against my skin, every small movement my body was doing and even that small and tiny touch. The pain was just getting too much to bear.
"Just go, please" I whispered.
I didn't even realize I was crying until Sam wrapped his arms around me and hold me tight against him. He felt cold against my burning skin. Sam didn't say anything until I had somewhat calmed down.
"I'm sorry" I apologized, pulling away from the hug.
"Hey… You don't have to be sorry for anything" Sam replied. "Especially not in your state. Do you need help getting up?"
I wanted to say no, but I knew with every bit of myself I couldn't. Even with Sam's help, I almost dropped back on the ground. The room was still spinning when he helped me to lay down on the couch.
"Living room?" I asked, unsure of where I was.
"It was the closest room. Don't think you would have made it to yours," he explained as he covered me with a blanket.
I was pretty sure he said something else, but I quickly fell asleep. Not for long though. About an hour later, I woke up again, running the short way to the bathroom. Sam, who was still up working on his computer, gave me a worried look as I came back. On the third time I ran in front of him, he brought a garbage can beside the couch. He went back to his computer without a word. I remember vaguely waking up later that night and seeing him on the phone. I passed out again before the end of the conversation.
Surprisingly, the next thing that woke me up wasn't the sickness, but two cold fingers on my forehead. I jumped back, trying to protect myself from whoever or whatever it was.
"Dean! Dean!..." I heard Sam say through the fog that was still hugging my brain.
He tried to come closer, but someone stopped him.
"It's okay Sammy…" a man said in front of me. "How are you Dean-o?"
I froze, my gaze locked on him. I knew him. I was sure I knew him from somewhere. The guy was smaller compared to my brother… Ok, maybe not the best comparison since anybody would seem small close to Sam, but he was definitely shorter than me. He had brown hair and a smart-ass smile on his face that I already hated.
"Is it normal he doesn't answer?" he asked Sam who was standing behind him.
Sam shrugged. The man's gaze froze, his head slowly turned to me. I could feel his eyes sliding over my tensed body.
"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked me. He smiled " I'm Gabriel"
"Gabriel? Like the… the archangel?" I managed to whisper, my breath caught in my throat.
He burst out laughing. "Yeah, Dean, like the archangel! I think there's a good reason," he said, winking at me.
He opened his hand in front of me, handing me a lollipop. "Lollipop?"
I didn't answer.
"You don't feel like it, do you? It's normal, I didn't have time to do anything before you woke up… Can you sit up?"
I shook my head. Just the movement made the room spin faster around me.
"It's okay. Listen, Dean-o, I'm gonna put two fingers on your forehead. I promise you it won't hurt; you will feel better after it." Gabriel explained.
"Why do you keep explaining every….?" Sam started.
"Shut up Sam." Gabriel said, still looking at me.
"That still doesn't.."
"Sam…" he repeated, raising slightly his voice.
"Gabe, why don't you just answer…?"
"Sam!" Gabriel yelled this time.
Lightbulbs exploded around us. My heart was racing in my chest. Yep, another person who could and would probably try to kill me today. Shit, what had I done to be surrounded by people like that?
"Congratulation Sam! He flinched and he's even more afraid of me now. I didn't need that" he mumbled under his breath, his eyes back on me. "Sorry about that."
"He called you Gabe...You're the archangel we saved?" I asked, my brain quickly connecting the dots to anything I had learned through my life about angels.
"Don't know how you remember that, but let's get to the part where I heal you and you thank me." He replied, touching my forehead with two fingers.
"You were in bad shape," I added. "Asmodeus tortured you, right?"
"Thanks for the memories, Dean-o. Now, shut up!"
I instantly felt better. The nausea and the chills were quickly gone. Only the pain remained when Gabe stopped whatever he was doing.
"So, he's okay, now?" Sam asked impatiently.
The archangel didn't answer.
"Gabe, what's wrong?" my brother asked, worried this time.
I couldn't blame him. Something was wrong. It was written all over his face.
"Dean, can you sit up and take off your shirt?"
"Why?"
"Just do it."
His voice was blank of emotions. I did what he asked. I could hear the exact moment both of them stopped breathing. Gabriel's hands gently grabbed my arms and turned me so he could take a better look at my back.
"I thought you said you would heal him" Sam protested.
"Dean, when did you get this?" the archangel asked, touching my gunshot wound on my left shoulder who, surprisingly, wasn't wrapped up.
"About a week ago at the hospital." I gasped, holding in the painful cry I so wanted to let out.
Seeing I was in pain, Gabriel quickly healed the rest of my wounds.
"Gabe, seriously, talk," Sam begged.
"I think I might know why your brother doesn't remember anything… See this wound, right here," he explained, pointing at where I was shot," isn't a week old. It is at least three weeks old and it didn't get treated. That why he got an infection."
"Still doesn't explain anything"
"Hum, Yeah! … it kinda does! Dean would have treated it. The shot completely destroyed his anti-possession tattoo. Sam, your brother was possessed... and, to erase his memory like that, it was by something far more greater than a demon."
Hi! Sorry for the delay! I wanted to read it again today before posting! If you have any comments about the story, let me know in the reviews :) I forgot to mention, but it is my first fanfiction (and first time publishing anything) in english. Let me know what you think! A new chapter will be up by Monday!
