Love me.
09:39am Sunday. Shut up, I fell asleep. Love me anyway.
What's Gabriel gonna do?
I sobbed a little into Sam as he held me awkwardly, patting my back. He looked dazed, and felt instantly bad for telling him. He shouldn't have to deal with this right now. Not with everything else too.
But Dean was just so stupid! How could he think I would ever stop loving him?
It took me a few seconds to realize that he'd think that because I've never told him, or shown him.
Deciding his life was more important than our love, I sat down on the bottom stair as a plan began to form in my head. It was risky, and extremely dangerous for me, and extremely painful too.
But it was worth it.
SAM PoV
I felt my way shakily up the stairs as I heard Gabriel sit down on them. When I reached my room, I fell forward down onto the bed, lying for a second before understanding washed over me suddenly and I began to sob into the silk sheets.
There was a hand on me instantly, pulling me up into strong, reassuring arms.
'Cas...'
'No. Dean.' He shifted a little, cradling me against his chest. A memory flashed before me, held in the arms of a young boy as he ran from a fiery inferno that was engulfing a building...
His hold was comforting, and I tightened my fingers in his shirt. 'What's up, Sammy? Whatever it is, we can sort it, promise.'
I bit my lip, and clenched my jaw a little to help me stop crying. 'I know... About you... D-dying.'
He froze, and his heart began to get faster- not a panicked kind of faster, but faster. I heard the practically-constant thrumming just as his arms slacked around me, and I felt him fall to the mattress.
'Gabriel!' I yelled frantically, feeling useless. He was beside me in an instant, doing... Something. I could hear him saying something, but the noises wouldn't form words.
There was a hand on me, and someone patting my hair. 'Don't cry. I'm fine.' Dean was rocking me a little, and I pulled him tight into me, wrapping my fingers in his shirt.
My breathing hitched, and I heard Gabriel murmur something. Dean shifted a little, then chuckled. 'Dude. No chick flick moments.'
I laughed weakly, realizing that this would be how it was. We ignore it. Like everything else that was bad in our family...
'Take Sam and run! Now Dean, go!' There was a face, younger and more rugged than I remember, shouting, fire blazing behind him. There was a jolting, everything blurring around me, then stillness, and a young boy's face gazing down at me.
'It's okay, Sam.' He whispered, tears shining in his eyes...
DEAN PoV
My head was pounding, but I didn't care. There was something wrong with Sam. His face was blank, his non-seeing eyes more distant than usual. I frowned, glancing at Cas, who had followed me into the room before. He shrugged, and I motioned for him to read Sam's mind. Castiel shook his head, mouthing that whatever was in Sam's head was private and he would never invade unless completely necessary. Sam's concentration snapped, and he shook his head a little, looking concerned, confused even. I figured that because he couldn't see, he didn't contemplate his facial expressions much, because it was so easy to tell how he felt nowadays- his face was like an open book.
'Sam?' I murmured. 'What's up?'
'I keep remembering...' He whispered, blind eyes fearful. 'The fire.'
My mouth moved wordlessly, and Castiel watched me carefully. 'I'm not going to spontaneously combust, so stop looking at me!' I snapped, then softened a little as I glanced at Sam. 'Are you okay?'
'Yeah...' He nodded, then hiccuped and laughed weakly. I chuckled gently.
'I remember when you were little... You always used to get hiccups when you cried.' I smiled, closing my eyes as I remembered that perfect little boy I'd raised for so many years... Sam was more than my brother, he was like my son too. I saw the cute little baby with a small pink maw of mouth, wide open and crying, which always stopped when I held him.
It was quiet, and I, peaceful in my thoughts, didn't notice Gabriel watching me. If I had, I would've seen his resilience harden as I watched my brother, and I would've seen him vanish, with the most determined look I'd have encountered.