For reference; The only time Dal has her accent is when it's her properly talking. Demon her and her thoughts aren't accented because it's how she speaks. Her accent doesn't carry to her thoughts and the demon liked distinguishing itself. If Luci ever possesses her she won't bother with the accent either. To be honest I'm still not sure if she'll say yes. We'll see.
Dean followed Michael's True Form with his gaze as the elder Archangel moved to Castiel's side, his corpse.
"Cas, he's broken and corrupt. Just like you." Gabriel would never forgive himself for that. Not even when he learned his brother was alive.
"You have yet to attempt to contact Father." Michael commented, not asking, simply stating a fact and Dean flexed his wings in agitation.
"I know better than to bother." Dean watched as Michael lifted the steel blade from where it had dropped out the ground, "Where did he get that?"
"Heaven."
Obviously. "Did he take it from here?"
"The blade is from a much later point." Michael ruffled his feathers. "This is mine, infused with my Grace. I know I am not supposed to question anything but…how would I ever become capable of allowing a fledgling access to such a weapon? Why was he so heavily damaged?"
Dean picked up the large half of his blade from the ground before joining Michael's side.
"You know I can't tell you."
"I am aware." Michael responded. "Father has barred you from Heaven. Your interactions in this point are limited to myself and the Vessels. He has told me to tell you that you will hear Him speak again, after what is written passes." Michael shifted uneasily as he drew the blade from Cas' stomach, pressing his hand to the wound and healing it with care.
"Oh so when the world's done being fucked over? Thanks, Dad." Dean bit out harshly earning a slightly disturbed look from Michael.
"You should not speak that way about Father, Debriel."
"I've heard that before." Dean answered, watching as Cas sucked in a sharp breath and sat up rigidly, crying out in panic as he grabbed his sides, looking around frantically with fear filled eyes. Before Dean could move or speak both Cas and Gabriel disappeared.
"Debriel. Please tell me something." Dean considered his eldest brother. If God didn't like this…that was His problem.
"One answer."
"Why did I not take my Vessel?"
"Your Soul." Dean answered honestly before he was thrown forward in time against his will. A million things could've resulted of their adventure. The core of reality could've collapsed in on itself if Samael had succeeded. Except it hadn't. When he touched down on Earth in the correct year everything was the same as he'd left it.
How had nothing changed?
.-~*~-.
"Cas, he's broken and corrupt. Just like you." Cas' eyes flashed with Grace and Samael flew across the short space, before he realized he was doing it Gabriel had raised the blade, running it straight through his brother's chest and eliciting a cry of pain from the Archangel.
The wind picked up around him and Gabriel spun to see himself, Michael lounging on the bed. Gabriel blinked and looked around. Back in his bedroom. And…
Cas.
"Relax, Gabriel. Self loathing doesn't suit you."
"I killed-"
"You killed my unpragmatic sister. I saved both of your lives despite the laws of the time. Imagine my surprise when Lucifer Fell for Lilith."
Gabriel stared at Michael, anger bleeding through him as he began to understand. "You knew."
"The moment Samael was born I knew. Her birth changed time, and I was directly involved. I was never concerned about Samael because she was no longer a threat."
"You've been playing me."
"From the moment we met. Come on, Gabriel. I'm sure you can appreciate it. The best way to manipulate someone is to use the truth."
"Lucifer uses the truth to manipulate."
"Lucifer uses the truth to lie. Significantly different." Gabriel was pretty sure it wasn't. "We aren't here to discuss this."
"You saved my life. I thought that was forbidden."
"I saved you and your brother under God's orders. Bitter irony considering Lucifer's Fall. Of course I would've gladly left him to his death if I knew what I know now."
"Cas-" Gabriel tried to defend his younger brother before Michael cut him off with a snap of his fingers.
"Your brother is a twisted little human, and that's saying something considering what I do. Your brother is going to Hell when he dies because of what he did. Not what Samael did and not because of what Azazel and Debriel did to him when he was younger. His Damning is his own fault."
Gabriel glared at the Archangel. That wasn't true. It couldn't be. Cas was good, innocent and naïve, good.
"Denial, Gabriel. It can only get you so far."
"I'm not in denial. I know Cas has messed up, but it isn't his fault."
Michael tsked at him, shaking his head. "Deny it all you wish. It was your brother who pulled the trigger on Dalara in that sneaky little panic room and it was him who tried to shoot that demon Crowley with The Colt."
"How the-"
"You can't keep me out of your memories, but even then I've been watching your brother since he said 'yes'."
Gabriel stared at Michael for a moment, curiosity boiling in his veins. Since he said 'yes'. When had Cas done it? When had Cas signed himself over to be damned by Samael?
Just like that the scene around them shifted and they were in Bobby's house right before Dean's dramatic crash landing. A bright white light was hovering behind Cas' shoulders as he made his way down the stairs, pausing at the bottom.
"What the fuck did I do?" His voice came from the next room, clearly angry. What had they been arguing about?
"You were born." Balthazar's even angrier voice snapped back causing Castiel to pause at the bottom of the steps. "Now do what you're supposed to and be a good little Soul. This whole one sided pining thing is Hell. My brother's too blind to humanity to see it and you're a bigger dumbass than any Soul I've ever seen."
Oh yeah. The conversation that made him pull his head out of his ass and realize he was in love with Sam. If Balthazar ever showed his face again he probably owed the angel a thank you for shoving him in the right direction. Gabriel returned his focus to his brother in the memory, the light trailing behind him was taking a more distinct form the longer he watched and a frown crossed his face at the sight. What was that?
Castiel stumbled back as Balthazar appeared in front of him, causing him to stumble back on the steps, calm and collected the angel offered his hand which Castiel suspiciously took, allowing him to help him to his feet.
The thing behind his brother shifted forms and took on a more humanoid form, Gabriel's eyes widened as what was distinctly twelve wing shapes spread from what could be called its back.
"I'm throwing caution to the wind. Whether he knows it or not, Sam's in love with his Dad awful Soul. Your halfwit of a brother needs to get a hunt because shit just hit the fan in Heaven and-oh shit!" Balthazar shoved Castiel back, all but throwing himself over Gabriel's brother before the entire foundation of the house rattled and an explosion sounded.
Gabriel stumbled back as the clear distinctive sight of not just Balthazar's wings but what had to be Samael's threw themselves over Cas, the falling body of what he knew was Dean though it looked like a meteor slammed into the pile of wings. The shockwave from the collision sent objects and the house falling apart around them and that impossible piece of wood came flying from the next room over, slamming into Cas' side. Gabriel spun around to see a smoky black cloud flying away from some of the debris and up through the floor.
"Lilith." Michael answered the unspoken question as he turned back to see the light that was no doubt Samael pressing against Cas' body.
"Cas!" Memory him shouted as he left Sam's side and joined them on the stairs, dropping down next to his brother's side.
Oh yeah. This had been when he discovered Cas was Balthazar's soul.
"Don't you dare die, Castiel Novak." Balthazar warned and Memory Gabriel glared at him.
"Heal him!" He demanded angrily.
Gabriel stopped paying attention to himself and Balthazar when he heard Cas' voice, except it wasn't Cas. It couldn't be. Which meant it was Samael. Gabriel shot a look at Michael before looking back at the scene.
"I can heal you." She spoke softly with his brother's voice. "All I need is a yes." Samael wrapped herself around his brother, wings cocooning them both. "I can save you. Protect you. Say yes. Castiel Novak. Say yes."
Realization dawned on Gabriel as he listened to Samael, repeating the same words over and over. Then him.
"Cas, tell him 'yes'. I came to a shitty, or possibly great, realization before we were attacked by a UFO and I know you'd be thrilled to hear it. Say 'yes' and let the dumbass angel save your life."
"Yes." The word rang loudly through the air despite the fact that Cas never opened his mouth. Then two blinding white lights merged with Cas' body.
"I…"
"Samael was taught two things by Raphael. How to kill, and how to hide." The scene shifted back to Bobby's spare bedroom and he collapsed to his knees. It had been his fault. That yes wouldn't have happened if he hadn't pushed Balthazar to possess his brother. "I was there, you know. That's how I knew."
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, Gabriel. The end is the same."
"I would never sit idly by while the world burned. Who are you?"
"Gabriel-"
"Who are you?" The creature considered him for a moment before sighing.
"You know who I am. I sat idly by because I knew it was the only way to protect the man I love. If given the chance you would do the same thing. Don't deny it for a moment, Gabriel." Gabriel hated it. Hated Michael more in that moment than he could ever hate anyone else.
"You could've stopped it all. Why didn't you stop it?"
"Too much of a risk. A mindset I'm paying dearly for now. I understand your mistrust, Gabriel. It's rational. Just do me a favor and put it aside until you have figured out a plan that doesn't involve killing another one of my sisters."
Gabriel thought back on Crowley's plan to bring Lilith back. The stupid, stupid plan to bring her back. The only plan they had that they could do and he was positive it would do more harm than good. Gabriel didn't care if both Sam and Dean agreed to it, he knew it was a bad idea but without backup they would go through with it. Gabriel knew they would. They were running out of options. The plan had flaws in it, flaws he was sure Sam and Dean were too desperate to look through and Crowley was too stupid to care about.
"Michael." Gabriel looked at the Archangel. "What do you think bringing Lilith back would do? Do you think it would help or do you think that everything would be worse?"
Michael looked away and Gabriel ground his teeth together. "Michael."
Reluctantly the Archangel looked at him again.
"You've been in my head for months. You know what in talking about, and don't you dare try to lie to me while you're wearing my face."
"I think it's a small chance, but it may work." Michael told him but Gabriel saw through. Just like he saw through the others. Michael was grabbing desperately.
"What do you think Lucifer and Lilith could do to everyone? Come on, Mikey. If you're wrong, what damage will the two of them do to the world?"
"Death and destruction to the angels." Michael responded after several long moments, space behind him distorting in a way he knew meant his wings were drooping behind him. "All of us. The moment your sister surrenders and says 'yes' she will have her True Vessel and with Lilith at her side she will have the influence of one of the most sadistic demons ever to exist at her side as well as her damned Soul. Damn you, Gabriel."
Gabriel couldn't help but grin at the defeated look on the Archangel's face.
"I was right."
"Don't look so smug, Gabriel. You just proved your only plan is too flawed to act on."
"No. I just got proof that the plan is too flawed to act on. I already knew it was." Gabriel flicked the scene around them to the candy store where he immediately grabbed a handful of gummy worms. "You said you possess your soul."
"Yes." Michael answered warily.
"I want you to ask him something for me."
"Okay."
"Ask him what he would do in my situation. I need another human opinion here and I'm surrounded by angels. What would he do in my situation?"
Michael's expression distanced for a moment and while it was distanced Gabriel bit into the gummy worm. They were seriously lacking in a plan, but with Michael's words he was certain Lilith wasn't the right choice.
"He says that before hearing that he was on the side of Lilith being resurrected. Now he's not sure it's the safest course of action." Michael shifted uncomfortably. "I can't do that to her, darling. I can't. Not again."
Gabriel realized immediately that Michael wasn't talking to him. The question was what was he talking about? Gabriel knew he could influence the dreamscape but with Michael he seriously doubted he had the necessary skills to force his way into the conversation.
"I would be better off killing her."
"What are you talking about?"
Michael shifted his focus to the candy containers. "There's another option. There's always been another option. However, it's a fate worse than death."
"What is it?"
Michael was stubbornly quiet and Gabriel felt a sharp spike of irritation as he crossed the space, grabbing the Archangel by the wrist.
"Michael."
"Dean won't let you do it. Your little Sammy will fight you the whole way."
"You're saying I can do it."
"Maybe. I won't help you this time. Not with this. I will not kill Lucifer and if you succeed in doing this to her…I might have to kill you for it." Michael stepped back and spread his arms, four rings materialized before him, spinning in the air.
"Rings?" Gabriel ignored the threat. If Michael killed him…that was a problem for another day.
"The rings from the four horsemen. You have one of them, from War. If you can get all four of them-" Michael waved his hand and the rings illusions moved together until they were all touching. "-they can be used to open The Cage. It's how Dad ensured that one way or another Lucifer would be freed."
In that moment Gabriel understood why Michael didn't want to do it. To put Lucifer back in The Cage…Gabriel didn't know the details but Sam had hinted more than once that time in The Cage was significantly longer than Hell.
"If you go through with this, we're not helping you." Before Gabriel could respond to that Michael was gone and Gabriel was left to think over his impossible options.
.-~*~-.
Dalara gasped a breath of air, a sob escaping her as she spit out water. This was real. This pain was so damned real. That was how she knew it wasn't. It was all in her head. In her mind because Lucifer had promised that she would never harm her physical body.
But that was the problem with the psyche. It was so much easier to manipulate. Alistair could've taken blades to her body and she never would've begged for mercy, he could've done the same to her Soul. Alistair wasn't creative with his torture. Not like this.
Lucifer was.
"No!"
"Your mind says 'no' but your Soul says 'yes'." Dalara flinched back as Lucifer replaced her Alistair form with Gabriel's daughter.
"I can't."
"You can." Lucifer said softly, threading their fingers together and squeezing gently as she sent away all of the pain. "Dal, please."
"You swore." Dalara all but sobbed out, longing to yank her hand away but completely paralyzed.
"I swore to never harm you. This isn't harm. Just your way of coping with what I'm doing. I know you're hurting. I'm sorry for that. But I have to fix the damage inflicted by Samael."
"It wasn't damage." Dalara choked out, flinching away as the Archangel tightened her grip.
"It was. Samael rewrote your mind to stop you from saying 'yes'. He was possessing Castiel. Do you truly think those brothers were against each other? They played you, Dalara. I'm sorry."
"No." That couldn't be true. It couldn't.
"When Debriel realized how far Samael was willing to go, he killed her. Samael is dead now, Dalara and with her Castiel Novak died as well. I never placed warding around you to prevent prayer. They are ignoring you because they have already given up. They know you'll say 'yes'. Sooner or later."
"No. You're lying."
"I promised you I would never lie."
"But you'll happily manipulate the truth to deceive. I do the same thing, Luci. Keep truths. I know the game."
"I wish I was lying." Lucifer sighed softly. "But if you're going to refuse to say 'yes' I am going to have to return to fixing the problem."
"To torturing me."
Lucifer patted her cheek sympathetically. "You don't feel pain and even if you did, this is all in your head."
Dalara sucked in a deep breath as Lucifer covered her mouth in a cloth, the last thing she heard before the roaring of water was a sad sigh from Lucifer.
.-~*~-.
Gabriel sat next to the guest bed where Cas was laying, staring vacantly at the wall. According to Bobby he'd been like that since Dean dropped them off.
"When did it all go so damned far off track?"
"I'd like to blame it all on Dean but I think he really tried to help."
"Michael told me Cas is damned. As in, hellbound."
Bobby was quiet and Gabriel glanced over to see the old hunter's solemn expression.
"You knew."
"Your brother's been bad off for a while now. Last thing that shocks me is where his soul's headed."
Gabriel flinched slightly at that. Had he been blind or stupid? How had he not known something was wrong with his brother?
"Don't blame yourself, Gabe."
"He was my responsibility."
"He was your dad's responsibility. If you're going to get mixed up in all this you don't drag your kids into it."
"I don't think dad could've saved Cas."
Bobby didn't answer, and Gabriel sighed, gripping his brother's wrist. "C'mon, Cas. You're in there. I know you are. We need your help. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I killed you…and Mae. I know you won't understand why, but we had to do it." Cas didn't move, if it wasn't for his breathing Gabriel might've thought he was dead.
"Gabriel." Gabriel turned to the door to see Dean standing there. "We need to talk." Gabriel flicked his gaze to Sam who was standing behind his older brother, shoulders slouched and a defeated look on his face.
"Cas-"
"Can wait. He's catatonic and not going anywhere."
Gabriel glanced at Bobby who nodded once, eying Dean with distrust.
"I'll be back." He promised his brother before rising to his feet and following the angels down the hall.
"What did you talk to Michael about, Gabriel?" Dean asked as they began their descent down the stairs.
"How do you know about that?"
"Because he told me."
Gabriel looked at Sam who was carefully avoiding his gaze.
"I talked to him about this plan of resurrecting Lilith. The one I said was stupid and dangerous."
"Gab-"
"No, Dean. I can't believe I'm having to be the voice of reason. Do you not see something wrong with this picture?" Gabriel moved his focus to Sam. "Sammy, listen to me."
"I did." Sam answered quietly. "I was there this morning. Michael wouldn't allow me to show myself." Sam reluctantly looked at Dean. "Dean, I think he's right."
"No."
"I was born after it happened, but I know who Lilith became. Who's to say her return will improve Lucifer?"
Dean didn't answer.
Thank you, Sam. "Michael gave us another idea."
"The key."
"How-"
"When I was still Debriel there was little privacy. We always shared thoughts with each other. Michael and I were close after Lucifer Fell. I saw the key in Michael's memories after God showed him." Dean sighed heavily. "You want to use the key to lock Lucifer back in The Cage."
"Yes."
"It's a sadistic idea." Dean glanced at Sam who flinched. "The Cage is punishment. I won't shove Lucifer back in it. So here." Dean snapped his fingers and an angel blade appeared in his hand, no, an Archangel blade. Dean's blade. It was repaired now but there was a distinct line across it from where Mae had destroyed it. "If you can kill him, then more power to you. Just be prepared for who he's wearing." Dean turned the blade around and offered the hilt to Gabriel.
"What-"
"Either your sister, or that kid of yours. Helena I believe was her name. Yeah, she's still in there."
"Do you realize how big of a hypocrite you're being, Dean?" Gabriel responded angrily.
"Lucifer isn't going to let me get anywhere near him, Gabriel. And Sammy? Not just no, but Hell no. He's done torturing Sam. Which leaves you."
Gabriel shook his head. "You can handle Lucifer."
"I really can't." Dean grimaced. "Dad clipped my wings for telling Michael about the future."
Gabriel stared at him. Hadn't that been the purpose of the whole trip? Avoiding changing time?
"Don't give me that look, Gabriel. You'd have done the same for Cas."
"I killed Cas." Gabriel retorted violently. "What the fuck, Dean? No. You know what? I'm done. You deal with the end of the world. You and your hypocritical bullshit can burn in Hell for all I care."
To his surprise and relief Dean didn't stop him. To his silent joy he heard quiet footsteps trailing behind him, Sam. Sam was following him.
This time. This time he was truly done.
.-~*~-.
Three weeks later Gabriel was lounging out on the beach with Sam's head resting on his chest. It was something he'd wanted since the moment he realized he was in love with him and now he had it.
That was how he knew it wouldn't last. But damn it he would hold onto it while he could.
"Gabriel, I have a question."
"If it's about that, I don't want to hear it."
Gabriel felt a smile grace the angel's lips.
"We'll discuss that when it's an immediate issue. It's about us."
Gabriel paused and looked down to see hazel eyes watching him. "What about us?"
"This thing between us, it's monogamous, right?"
Gabriel blinked, trying to figure out where the hell that had come from. "Yes."
"Then why have you been ogling those women for the past ten minutes?" Gabriel blinked and looked back at where he'd been staring distantly, and sure enough, there was an admittedly attractive red headed woman in a black bikini talking, no definitely flirting with, a very fake blonde haired woman in a white one piece with a surfboard under her arm.
"Um…" Gabriel responded articulately as he peeled his gaze away, forcing away the images that threatened to surface themselves. Fantasizing about two women is not going to help you explaining this situation to your angel boyfriend. "I wasn't ogling them." He added when he realized Sam was waiting for an answer. "I was thinking." Gabriel cleared his throat, eyes widening when Sam straddled his waist in one fluid movement and giving him an annoyed look.
"I think you're lying to me." That's cheating you little ass.
"I was thinking. I didn't even…" He trailed off as Sam gave him a look. "Being in a relationship doesn't mean I can't see other people as attractive, Sammy. C'mon."
Then Gabriel saw the smile slip across the angel's face, and he knew.
"You ass."
"I'm possessive, not stupid."
"Said the naïve little angel to his human lover."
"I'm not naïve."
"You thought sex in Dean's car was a good idea."
"That doesn't make me naïve." Gabriel rolled his eyes as Sam leaned down and pulled him into a deep kiss.
"Knock it off!" An angry male voice shouted from a distance and he huffed a breath of annoyance as Sam pulled away, turning a glare in the general vicinity. Gabriel followed it and saw two buff men strolling down the beach to the female pair he'd noticed before. Overcompensating much? Gabriel was almost positive that behind closed doors the two were bending over for each other. Not that he was one to judge but hypocrites berating him and Sam for a makeout session on a beach? Fuck them.
"They're about to cause trouble." Sam told him unhelpfully as he climbed off of him.
"Before you go all angry angel on them-"
"Back the fuck off!" A female voice shouted and when Gabriel looked back it was to see the redhead throwing a punch at the closer male, the other woman was in the middle of swinging the surfboard at the second guy's head.
"That." Gabriel rose to his feet and began walking towards the confrontation with the small crowd that was starting to accumulate.
"You aren't going to do anything?" Sam asked, confused.
"They're fine." Gabriel responded, as if to confirm his suspicions the two men were already running from the beach shouting several slurs over their shoulders that made Gabriel reconsider leaving them alone.
"Fuckers! This is America!" The fake blonde was shouting as the red head grabbed her arm to keep her from chasing the men.
"Breathe, Tiff."
"No. Fuck them." The other woman scowled, kneeling down and grabbing her surfboard, checking it with care that didn't match her clearly pissed off demeanor. "Hypocritical gay fuckers calling us out. No. Fuck that! What the hell are you all looking at!"
"You alright?" Gabriel asked when they were close enough to speak and the blonde gave him a stink eye.
"We're fine."
Red head looked at him and smiled knowingly. "They give you and your boyfriend grief?"
"I've dealt with worse. What'd they say that pissed you and your friend off?"
"A line that belongs in sleazy bars." The woman answered, looking at Sam curiously before looking back at Gabriel. "My name's Charlie. That's Tiffany." The red head -Charlie- nodded at the other girl.
"Charlie?"
"My parents wanted a boy. I was supposed to be Charles." The girl answered easily and the blonde snorted.
"She says that. She's full of shit. She got her name changed when she turned eighteen 'cause her parents did name her Charles."
Gabriel smiled sympathetically at the redhead. "Hey, his parents named him after Samuel Adams. I'd call yours a win."
To his relief Sam didn't question the lie, he was learning.
"The beer or the founding father?" Charlie asked.
"God knows." He joked and Sam pointedly tightened his grip on his hand. Then Charlie moved her focus to Sam.
"Samuel." Charlie tried the name out and grimaced. "Too many syllables. Guessing you go by Sam?"
"Yes." Sam answered.
"Don't talk much." Tiffany mused as Charlie eyed Gabriel for a moment longer.
"I am not used to interacting with people." Sam admitted and Charlie laughed softly.
"Couple rounds of whiskey and you'll be loosened up." Tiffany stated decidedly as she rose to her feet, brushing her knees off. "There's an LGBT bar down the street. We were about to go fishing."
Fishing? That was one he hadn't heard in a while. So were they a couple or were they just friends?
"I don't understand." Sam admitted and the girls laughed.
"I'll let your boy explain to you. Meet us down there in ten minutes." The girls threw their arms over each other's shoulders and began the trek up the beach.
"What just happened? And what do they mean fishing?"
"We were invited out to drink." Gabriel explained patiently as he threaded his fingers through Sam's. "Fishing more or less means…picking someone up."
"But they're a couple?"
Gabriel followed the two with his gaze. "Maybe they aren't. If they are it just means they're looking to have fun with a third party."
Gabriel looked at Sam and huffed an annoyed breath at the look on Sam's face.
"You're an ass."
"I spend more time in your head than my own. I understand the basics."
"I think you're lying. You read their minds, didn't you?"
"I did not." Sam lied poorly and Gabriel grinned.
"I'm going to improve your lying skills one of these days, Sammy."
"I don't think that's a good thing."
"Sure it is. How else do you get off for a double homicide? You lie. 'I swear, officer. I was at the motel with my brother watching Dr. Sexy. Just ask him and check the motel footage.'"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why do I feel you are speaking from experience?"
"Dean was helpful. Hunting isn't all rainbows and fairies. If I'm honest I'm probably only still breathing because of the asshole." Damn it. For the first time in two weeks his hand twitched towards his phone, not that he had it in his swim shorts, and he internally chastised himself. They didn't need him and Sam. The world was ending with or without them and Dean and Cas were more than capable of dealing with it.
Cas is catatonic. An unhelpful part of his mind reminded him and he shoved it away, tightening his hold on Sam's hand and tugging him towards the beach.
"Come on."
Sam didn't move and Gabriel frowned, turning his full focus onto the angel was staring blankly.
"Sam?"
There was no response, just a slow draw of fear crossing his expression. There was barely time to try to comprehend the reason for it before Sam was collapsing to his knees and gasping in a sharp breath.
Then he was moving, on his knees in front of his angel and grabbing his shoulders as a choked off sound escaped him.
"Sam! Sam." Gabriel heard people around them but he didn't care about them. All that mattered in that moment was Sam. Sam. Sammy. C'mon.
"Gabriel." Sam met his gaze with tortured panicked eyes. "It's useless. I…she did it."
"What are you talking about?"
Sam grabbed his forearms, pulling him down until they were eyelevel. "Forgive me, Gabriel." Sam said softly before shouting, "Artemis!"
A hand came out of nowhere gripping his shoulder. The last thing he saw before he was being flown by what he knew was god magic was snow white hair and pale blue eyes over Sam's shoulders.
She did it.
Dalara said 'yes'.
Lucifer has Sam.
Three sentences rang through his mind as he was drug away crying out Sam's name.
Okay, going into this chapter I didn't actually plan on having Dal say yes, but she did. Despite my plans she broke. I honestly thought she was stronger.