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Holy fire.

Sam should have figured that with an archangel's grace came their weakness. He should have known and prepared for it in some way, but he'd been completely unprepared when the flaming bottle of holy oil came flying towards him. He'd had absolutely no time to react as it hit his head, exploding into a hundred pieces and engulfing him in flame. He let out a horrified and agonizing scream before disappearing.

Gabriel looked absolutely panicked before he faded from the room as his book fell to the floor. Dean and Castiel watched the book clank to the ground and it seemed like time had slowed to a crawl as they watched, helplessly, the angels walking closer to the book.

Dean yelled, screamed and cursed their god, hoping to get enough of a rise out of them to keep them away from Sam's most prized possession, but to no avail. The leader, Michael in Adam's body, bent down and reached slowly towards the book.

Castiel's eyes widened and Dean's entire posture stiffened. The closer Michael got to Gabriel the louder he screamed until the room was engulfed in a light that could blind the world.

Michael didn't even flinch as the light slowly dulled and before him stood Sam, angry and in pain (if the scars now littering his body were anything to go off of) but alive.

"Samuel." Michael said, lifting his head to look at Sam.

"Michael." Sam shot back. He wasn't going to play this game. "Do not touch him."

"It is a book. A very powerful book that I must own." Michael said, leaning down to grab for Gabriel once more only for Sam to swiftly kick his hand away.

"Then make your own." Sam ground out through gritted teeth. "Gabriel belongs to me."

"Gabriel is dead. You hold his grace." Michael intoned. "Surely you, of all people, can feel his death."

"Gabriel is mine." Sam said once more as power surged through him. "You cannot HAVE HIM."

Before anyone could even blink, Sam hunched over and three sets of golden wings burst from his back in a shower of blood. Dean's eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed at the sight before him and he would look to Castiel for answers, if he weren't quite firmly held to the wall by the dicks with wings.

Sam lifted his head and looked at Michael venomously, growling as he took a step closer to the archangel.

"He died for me, but don't think I'm stupid." Sam growled, leaning down and picking Gabriel up off the floor. "He's stronger than you could hope to be." Michael stood and backed away a few steps as a light engulfed the younger Winchester. Sam looked absolutely terrifying. "I made sure of it."

The light faded and Gabriel stood close to Sam once more. One look at Sam and Gabriel's heart shattered. Sam had scars littering his body, his clothes burned or singed, barely keeping him covered, and his face...that perfect face was scarred beyond recognition. The scars looked old and stretched, but they were quite clearly new.

Gabriel felt tears burning at his eyes as he reached a hand up and ran it across Sam's face. Sam, for his part, didn't flinch and sure he as hell didn't stop looking at Michael. The other angels were seraphs or low level idiots. They wouldn't be hard to dispose of, if it came down to it, but Michael would pose a problem.

Sam lifted his hand and snapped, releasing his brother and Castiel from their hold. They made to immediately move towards them but Sam snapped again and the two of them were gone. Dean would be pissed when Sam brought them back, but right now they'd only try to stop him and he didn't want to be stopped.

"Gabriel!"

"Yes Sam." Gabriel knew that tone. This wouldn't end well.

"What will it cost for you to kill him?" Sam asked, flexing his wings and bringing them around Gabriel to keep him in a cocoon of safety.

Gabriel tiptoed towards Sam and whispered in his ear, hoping the others didn't overhear. When Gabriel had finished Sam just nodded and rolled his shoulders. "Then I'll have to do it myself."

"Let me heal you, then." Gabriel came over and grabbed Sam's face, kissing him sweetly on the lips, to Sam's great surprise.

Sam could feel the tension in his skin easing up and he could feel the burns and the pain easing away and he sighed as the kiss was finally broken. "Go get him Sammy."

Sam nodded and placed the book into the folds of his feathers, tucking it as close as possible, to insure skin contact to the book and before anyone knew what to expect, Sam had retracted his wings, tucking them nicely into the folds of his back, taking the book with him. No one could take Gabriel away from him, not while he was alive to prevent it.

"What did the healing cost?" Sam asked, cracking his neck and getting into position to start his fight.

"A kiss." Gabriel smiled.

"Go to Dean and Cas." Sam commanded and Gabriel did as he was told, vanishing from sight.

"You've made a mistake." Michael taunted, looking at Sam, who towered well above him. "You will die."

"I'm not stupid." Sam smiled maliciously. "Gabriel's grace was always stronger than yours. I can, and will, kill you." And with that, Sam attacked.

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"Cas I'm going to fucking MURDER him. Are you sure you can't zap us back?" Dean complained for the third or fourth hundred time.

"I am quite sure, yes." Castiel answered, calm and collected. He knew how upset Dean was and it wouldn't do to upset him any more than necessary. After all, what did it heart to let Dean vent his frustrations?

"Hey Dean-O, Cassy." Gabriel said, appearing in the motel room with a chocolate bar in hand. "Even after dying, these things are fantastic."

"Take us to him!" Dean commanded, coming close to Gabriel and grabbing his collar. "Take us back to him."

"No can do, Dean-O" Gabriel shrugged, disappearing from Dean's grip and reappearing on the couch. "You don't control me."

Dean fell to the couch in annoyance. "Son of a bitch."

"I know." Gabriel said with a sigh. "I hope he calls me when he needs me."

"Couldn't you have just killed the bastard?" Dean accused, eyes squinted suspiciously.

"Yeah, but Sam didn't accept the terms."

"And what were the terms?" Castiel asked, looking curiously at Gabriel, head tilted as though trying to figure something out.

"Killing Michael would have killed out son."