AN: This is a short and crappy prelude to the next couple of chapters, which will be the a/b/o fic. It's a really long one that's taking me a while to get through because it's really good and I'm trying to do as much justice by it as possible without making it a million chapters long so bear with me. With any luck the next chapter will be up tomorrow, but if not this is an early update as an apology as well. Review responses (ish because there are so many) at the bottom.

Chapter Eleven: We have a problem

A few hours later, Sam and Gabriel walked up to the motel door, laughing and clutching huge sticks of candyfloss.

"I cannot believe you conjured up an entire carnival, Gabe. Are you insane?!" Sam snorted, clapping a hand on the guys' shoulder.

Gabe looked up at him, smirking.

"Archangel, Sammy Boy. Plus I gotta make sure you stay entertained while Dean-O's not around!" He winked, and Sam blushed without fully realising why. There was an awkward pause as they stared at each other, before Sam cleared his throat and unlocked the door.

As soon as Gabriel walked through the door, the room was plunged into darkness as a sultry female voice said, "Hello boys". A match was thrown down, and a circle of fire roared into being around the archangel, who shone with pure fury.

Sam was knocked down by an unseen force. He struggled, but several pairs of hands held him in place on the floor.

"Gabriel!" He yelled.

"Aww, how cute! Your brother's got his angel, and you've got yours," the voice sneered, before the speaker stepped into the flickering light of the holy fire.

It was Abbadon.

Sam struggled ineffectually, as Gabriel glared at the demon.

"What do you want, Abbadon?" he snarled, pacing the circle he was trapped in.

Abbadon smirked.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm sick of these games, I'm sick of you boys constantly screwing up my plan. So, I'm gonna kill you. Plain and simple. As soon as you're off the board, I'm good to go. Sorry, but there you go"

She pulled out her knife. Gabriel's eyes met Sam's, and they were full of fear and pain.

"Sammy, I'm sorry," the archangel choked out.

Abbadon smiled.

"Too late"

She raised the knife, and the motel room door burst open, bringing in light from the sunset and a suited figure, silhouetted against the darkening sky.

Sam choked through the fist that was throttling him.

"Crowley?"

Crowley smirked.

"Sorry I'm late, darlings. Abbadon, sweetie, how have you been?"

Before Abbadon could respond, Crowley raised his arm, and yelled 'Sic 'em, boys!"

Sam felt a large shape rush past him, and a snarl came from the unseen hellhound. Abbadon screamed, but was ripped apart as they watched. The demons that had Sam pinned down were ripped apart too, Sam flinching as he felt the sharp fangs graze him without actually harming him. Blood soaked through his clothes as Crowley threw water over the holy fire that surrounded Gabriel, and the archangel hurried over to Sam.

Wait.

Blood.

Soaking through his clothes.

Not just any blood.

His own blood.

They fucking stabbed me.

What's that other smell?

Oh…God.

Demon blood.

It had been years, but Sam could smell it, could feel the yearning in his heart to feed, to drink, to feel the raw power flowing through him. He gasped, struggling to keep his head and focus on his surroundings. Gabriel appeared in front of him, shaking him urgently.

"Sam! Sammy! Focus! Look at me, you obnoxiously large moose!"

He looked desperately at Crowley.

"Crowley, you're an asshole, but you saved us. I gotta get Sam as far away from here as possible and heal him, clean this shit up"

Sam barely heard what they were saying as the world blurred and he fought against the pain and the need that was growing stronger.

Crowley frowned at Gabriel.

"What do I get out of this? Where are you taking him?"

"Do we really have time for this?!"

"The sooner you tell me, the sooner you can get going, angelboy"

Gabriel let a small smirk slide onto his face.

"I'm taking him where I sent our brothers"

And in less than the blink of an eye, he was gone, taking the younger Winchester with him.

Crowley shook his head.

"The fuck was that all about?"

Snapping his fingers, he got rid of all signs of the fight that had just occurred, strolling out of the motel room as he patted his hellhounds.

AN: If anyone wants to have an in depth discussion and analysis of the latest episode feel free to PM me or talk to me on tumblr (URL secretlyademigodinthetardis) because HOLY SHIT.

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