The next thing Sam knew, he was waking up in his bed at Gabriel's. He looked down at his hands briefly and groaned when he found the padded restraints encircled around his wrists. He couldn't really say he was surprised. He'd been warned that this would happen. Honestly, he wasn't even really that angry about it. He was more upset about the fact that he'd been so close to getting what he wanted only to be stopped.
Sam just laid there in his own despair for a while. He didn't bother calling for Gabriel. The archangel wasn't going to release him, and Sam didn't really feel like talking to him. He just wanted to be left alone if he couldn't leave this world like he wanted.
Soon though, Sam's stomach began bothering him, and it only got worse by the minute. Ten minutes later, it started to get unbearable. "Gabriel!"
Footsteps were soon heard, and Gabriel walked into the room looking non-too-pleased. After getting Sam back, the fear and worry went away, and anger and frustration took its place. "What is it, Sam. The restraints aren't coming off, so don't even ask."
"No, it's my stomach. I feel sick," Sam said with a groan.
Gabriel walked over and placed a hand on Sam's forehead. He quickly scanned him for illnesses. He had no fever, but Gabriel found that his stomach was completely empty. "When's the last time you ate?"
"Dinner, the night before I got away from you," Sam said.
"Damn it, Sam! That was three days ago," Gabriel said irritably.
Sam shrugged. "I didn't see the point."
Gabriel huffed. "I'm gonna make you some soup and you eat it, do you understand?"
"I can't," Sam said. He felt so nauseous. The idea of food made him want to throw up, even though there was nothing in his stomach to throw up.
"I know it seems that way, but you can. You'll feel better when you do," Gabriel told him before heading out of the room.
Sam groaned and laid there in misery for another good five minutes. He now regretted not at least having some food in the last few days. He hadn't expected to be alive to face the consequences though.
Gabriel finally came back with a bowl of soap and a bottle of ginger ale. He put the bottle of ginger ale on the table by the bed and pulled up a chair. "Come on, sit up."
Sam did so. The restraints gave him enough leeway so that could sit up some, but he couldn't do much else. For instance, he wouldn't be able to feed himself this way.
Gabriel got a spoonful of soup and brought it up to Sam's mouth.
"Can you just…?"
"No. Open," Gabriel shut him down. He truly didn't enjoy this. He took no pleasure in humiliating Sam this way, and he knew it was humiliating to be spoon fed. But Sam had proved that he was worse off than even Gabriel realized. He couldn't trust him with even the slightest bit of freedom right now. The kid had nearly stabbed himself and then set himself on fire. No, Gabriel wasn't going to take any chances.
Sam sighed and reluctantly opened his mouth to accept the food. It was beyond embarrassing to have to be fed this way. The food itself was good though. He had to admit that Gabriel was right earlier when he said that food would make him feel better. He still didn't feel the best, but it was better than before.
Gabriel fed him about half the bowl when he noticed Sam start to grimace when came time for the next bite. "You, alright?"
"Yeah, but I don't think I can I can eat anymore," Sam said.
Gabriel nodded and put the bowl down. He then grabbed the bottle of ginger ale, opened it and brought it up to Sam's lips.
Sam opened his mouth to accept the drink and took a couple of sips before turning away from it.
"I'm gonna have you try some more food in a couple of hours. We'll do small, frequent meals for a couple of days,' Gabriel said.
Sam nodded and laid back down. He watched Gabriel get up and start getting ready to leave before calling out to him. "Did I hurt you?"
Gabriel stopped and frowned. "When?"
"Back at the diner. Did it hurt you?" Sam asked.
Gabriel's face became hard. "Well, being banished isn't pleasant."
"Sorry. I didn't want to hurt you," Sam said.
"No, just yourself," Gabriel said in a tone that made it clear that Sam's statement didn't make him feel better. Honestly, he couldn't care less about whatever discomfort he felt from being banished. It was what Sam tried to do to himself that bothered him.
"You know how I feel," Sam said.
"I thought you were getting better. I guess that was just part of your plan, huh? Trick me into thinking you were improving so I'd take you out?" Gabriel asked. He should've realized that was what Sam was doing. He knew from the beginning Sam would do whatever he had to to get away from him. Honestly, a huge part of Gabriel did know Sam was playing him. It was why he was so uneasy about taking the hunter out of the house. He supposed he just wanted to believe he was wrong.
Sam nodded. At this point, he had nothing to lose by being honest about it. Gabriel wasn't going to cut him lose anytime soon either way.
"What did you think you were going to accomplish, Sam? Did you really think I wouldn't bring you back if you killed yourself?" Gabriel asked.
"That's what the fire was supposed to be for," Sam said.
A look of realization hit Gabriel's features. "Ah, right. You thought if your body was burned badly enough, it might stop me from being able to revive you. Let me tell you something. Your body could be torn to literal shreds and I'd still be able to bring you back. It might take a little longer, but I could. As long as there is just a sliver of your DNA that I can access, I can and will bring you back."
"Why? Why can't you just leave me alone. I just want to be with Dean. I have nothing here anymore, " Sam said near tears.
"You're wrong. You can have a good life, even without Dean, if you let yourself. I intend to make you see your life matters, no matter what it takes, I will not stop fighting for you," Gabriel said firmly.
"Yeah, well, then you'll be fighting a lost cause," Sam said before laying down and turning his head away from Gabriel.
Gabriel sighed and left the room.