It Wasn't Your Fault, Sammy…
{Notice!: I do not own the Winchester name nor' have I ever. This was created purely for entertainment of others and myself. Thank You}
Chapter 11
Gabriel's POV
Finally! Gabriel smiled widely to himself as he carefully eavesdropped on the two demons conversation from behind a wall, "We never saw it coming, Alexander." The female one hissed to the larger man in front of her,
"We were in the middle of one of our…" The demon girl smirked a little, "Play sessions, Gabriel felt disgust twist in his gut at the thought of the demons idea of a 'Play Session'. "And then suddenly…" She just shook her head quietly,
"I don't know. But Alistair must be alerted immediately!" The large demon let out a grunt and nodded. "Where are you keeping the Winchester son?" it questioned, "I need to know so I don't have to keep Alistair waiting… He's not the patient kinda guy if you haven't noticed." The smaller demon nodded and rattled off the name and number of the cell Sam was stored in.
Gabriel quickly memorized it and disappeared before reappearing in front of the cell door.
Carefully pulling the squeaky, large metal latch that was sealing the room shut, the archangel slowly opened it and peered in. I wonder what that demon was talking about earlier…His mind suddenly wondered. Peaking his head in, the angel quickly looked around the room.
"Sammy boy? You in hear?" He hissed out.
He heard a small grunt from his side and looked over quickly to see what is was, arms raised to fight off whatever had been locked in.
He was startled a little to see a dimly lit soul, -Sam's he was assuming- clutching his leg's to his and quietly rocking. Feeling a little sympathy he said, trying to sound cheerful, "Hey princess, your handsome prince has come to rescue yo-…"
But was cut off when the soul of Sam Winchester slowly lifted his head, exposing his face. Eyes going wide, Gabriel shook his head and sighed loudly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh…shit."
Dean's POV
"Dean…? Are you in here?" Came the soft voice and light raps on his door from the rebel angel standing outside. Dean let out a long exhausted sigh, tearing his eyes away from his amulet that he'd been holding in his hand and staring at for the past, -he glanced up and whistled- 'bout 45 minuets apparently, and shouted, "Yea Cas, I'm here. Come in."
He heard the small clicking of the knob turning and glanced up wearily to see the angel shuffle in, closing the door behind him with a small 'click' and turn around.
"Did you need something Cas?" He sighed, pulling his amulet back over his neck and dropping his face into his hands, rubbing it vigorously. After waiting a moment for a reply, and getting none,
Dean felt his stomach clench lightly and hesitantly raised his face halfway from his hands, arching an eyebrow and questioned softly,
"What is it Cas… Does Gabe have a lead on finding Sam?" He saw the angel's expression darken and he lowered his head into the shadows, as if to hide himself from the brother. "Dean…" Castiel answered quietly, his voice grave. Dean felt himself go ramrod straight, fear clouding his mind,
"Cas for God's sakes tell me if that sonuvabitch knows anything about my brother!" He was shaking with a mixture of emotions now. Castiel slowly raised his eyes face from the shadows, though half was still cloaked in the darkness, and whispered,
"Gabriel has found Sam, Dean…But there were…" He sighed loudly as his eyes shifted over towards the window, staring quietly out, "Unforeseen complications..."
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