Dean woke up the next morning feeling better than he had in weeks. He hadn't really slept well since Sam disappeared. Now that he had his brother back, he could finally relax some. Sure he was an archangel's prisoner, but he was with his brother and they could find a way out of this together.
Dean got out of bed and quickly put on the clothes he was wearing the day before. Then he left the room in search for Sam's. It was time for his brother to fill him in on exactly what was happening and for them both to figure out a way out of there.
Dean was about to start checking rooms when he heard voices coming from the kitchen. It seemed Sam was already up and for some reason taking company with their captor.
"You knock me out last night?" Dean heard Sam ask as he walked closer.
"Yep. I could hear you tossing and turning in your sleep. You weren't sleeping well," Gabriel was saying.
Dean stopped a few feet from the kitchen and listened.
"No, I wasn't. Your two day deadline was getting to me," Sam said.
Dean was confused. He had no idea what deadline his brother was talking about and he didn't understand why the conversation he was having with the guy who kidnapped him was so civil.
"Hey, I just said we return to business as usual. You can handle it however you want, though I think we both know how you should handle it. Hey, Dean,you gonna be a stalker all morning or are you going to join us?" Gabriel said the last part louder.
Dean sighed and walked into the kitchen, finding both his brother and Gabriel seated at the table several feet away.
"You'll find eavesdropping is kind of hard with an archangel," Gabriel said.
Dean glared at him as he walked over and sat down next to Sam.
"You sleep okay?" Sam asked his brother.
"Yeah, fine," Dean said.
"Put in your breakfast order. What do you want?" Gabriel asked.
"Nothing," Dean said shortly.
"Give him bacon, eggs and toast. Also, Black coffee," Sam said.
"Dude!" Dean protested.
"Don't be a child, Dean. What, you're gonna starve yourself because you're pissed?" Sam asked.
Gabriel arched an eyebrow and gave Sam a smirk, reminding the kid that he'd tried to do the same.
Sam rolled his eyes. "That's not the same, and you didn't let me anyway,"
Dean looked between the two of them. He was not liking this. First, Sam was being way too friendly with the dude that kidnapped him and know the two of them were having some kind of unspoken communication. It was way too weird and he needed to find out why it was happening.
"So, Dean, that order good with you or do you want something else? Say so now or you get what you get," Gabriel said.
Dean didn't speak, he just glared.
Gabriel shrugged and snapped his fingers, conjuring up the breakfast order Sam suggested.
For all his talk of not wanting anything, Dean started eating what was in front of him. He was never one to ignore food, and it clearly wasn't poisoned as Sam had no problem with the french toast he was wolfing down. "So you gonna tell us what the hell you brought us here for?"
"You're here because you're an idiot," Gabriel said matter-of-factly.
"Gabriel, come on. Dean did something stupid, but it's over. Let it go," Sam said.
"Hey, he's still breathing," Gabriel said. Then he heard his phone ring. He grabbed it looked to see who it was. He sighed before answering. "Castiel, it has been way too short a time since the last disaster. I will smite someone if something else happens.
Dean's eyes darkened at the mention of Cas. He was still pissed at him. He wouldn't ever forgive him for screwing him and Sam over and helping his dick brother.
"Tell me how he took it before I agree to that," Gabriel said. Castiel had just told him that Bobby was asking to speak to Sam. He was inclined to let him, but not if Singer reacted badly. He didn't think the hunter would react badly, but he didn't want to risk it. He had enough problems getting Sam to see himself as something other than a possible evil supernatural creature. He would not let the man who'd acted as a father to him make it worse.
Sam gave Gabriel a look, silently asking what was going on.
Gabriel took the phone away from his ear and held it out for Sam. "Bobby Singer would like to speak to you."
Sam frowned slightly. For nearly two weeks, Gabriel had refused to allow him to talk to anyone. Now he was suddenly allowed to speak to Bobby? Of course, with Dean now here, Gabriel might not see a reason to stop it. Before it had all been about keeping Michael's vessel out of the loop. That wasn't really possible anymore.
Sam took the phone and placed it to his ear. "Bobby?" he asked before hearing a shift with the phone. Bobby's voice came through seconds later.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, Bobby, I'm here. It's good to hear from you," Sam said.
"Same here, Boy. You had me worried," Bobby said.
"I know. In my defense, this all really wasn't my call," Sam said with a slight chuckle.
"Sam, Cas told me everything," Bobby said.
Sam paled and pure dread coursed through his body. By everything, he could only assume Bobby meant the half-angel thing. Bobby knew he wasn't human. That terrified Sam almost as much as it did with Dean. He wasn't sure how the older hunter had taken it and what he was about to say. He did know that he had to get away from Dean before he heard it. He was going to break if Bobby took it badly and Dean couldn't see that. So he bolted up and headed for his bedroom.
Dean started to get up to follow his brother. He'd seen the sheer panic on his brother's face and he wanted to know exactly what was going on.
Gabriel had Dean back in his chair before he was even completely out of it.
Dean tried to get up, but found himself stuck in his seat. "Let me go!"
"No. Sam needs to handle this himself and you will let him," Gabriel said in sharp tone.
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Sam burst into his room, shut and locked the door, and sat down on the bed.
"Sam, you there?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah, I'm here, Bobby," Sam said extremely quietly.
"Alright, I want you to listen, okay? LIke I said, Cas told me everything. I know that you're not fully human. I know that Gabriel is your father. Now here comes the part I need you to listen to, Sam. I don't care!" Bobby said firmly.
Sam let out a huge breath upon hearing those words, feeling relief that he hadn't lost Bobby. Bobby didn't care that he was a nephilim. He didn't care that he wasn't human. He felt such relief from that.
"Sam, I've known you for most of your life. I think you spent more time around me, than your daddy. We both know I don't do what Dean would call 'chick flick moments', but I'm going to now. I love you, Boy. You and Dean may as well be mine. I don't give a damn what you are," Bobby said.
Sam couldn't help but let out a strangled noise. "Th...thank you. I feel the same way about you."
"You believe me, Sam?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah. You've never lied to me, even just to make me feel better. I believe you," Sam said.
"Good because I don't care what those assholes say about you. They don't know you. So stop letting them get in your head because I know you are," Bobby said in slightly hard tone.
"It's not that easy, Bobby. I'm trying to figure out what I am and it's really hard. I'm not fully human and I'm not fully an angel. I have no idea what that means for me and neither does anyone else. Gabriel doesn't even know the full extent of what it means. What will I become?" Sam asked in a cracked voice.
"Sam, I know you don't buy into your daddy's teachings that non-human means evil. You've shown compassion for innocent supernatural creatures. Don't condemn yourself," Bobby said.
"You admit how my dad would react if he was here. He wouldn't be okay with this. At best, he'd be looking at me constantly like I was going to turn on humanity at any second. At worst, he'd want to kill me," Sam said. That fact really hit him. John might not really be his father and he might have been pretty bad at trying to be, but he was still the man Sam grew up believing was his father, and no matter how much he'd like to pretend otherwise, he knew the man would not be understanding. He'd hated everything supernatural.
Bobby sighed on the other end of the line. "Most hunters are way too simple-minded. Your daddy was one of them. He probably would've seen it the way you say. But, Sam, he would be wrong."
"Maybe. I don't know that though. No one does. There is only one consensus for what I am, one thing anyone who knows of my kind would call me. Abomination. The only exceptions so far are you, Gabriel, and Cas."
"And Dean," Bobby made a point of saying.
Sam didn't reply, still very unsure of where he would stand with Dean when he finally learned the truth.
"Sam, Dean will understand," Bobby said.
"I don't know about that. Let's say for a minute he'd be okay with the fact that I'm not human," Sam started. He had reservations even about that one because he remembered how Dean reacted to him using his powers from that demon blood. Yeah, Dean had been right about that, but the point was there were very cutting remarks made about him using supernatural abilities. He just wasn't sure Dean could look past him not being human. "Dean lost everything because of me, Bobby. His mother died because she agreed to take care of me. The demon wasn't really targeting me, he was targeting Mary Winchester's second child."
"Which stands to reason that it would've happened regardless if she had another child," Bobby argued.
"Maybe, but it was me that she died for. I was the reason Dean lost her and was forced into this world. Then there's the whole demon blood and Ruby thing. We both know Dean's had trouble getting over that. He's only been trying because I'm his brother, But…"
"Don't you finish that sentence, Boy. Dean is your brother!" Bobby said firmly.
"Will he think so?" Sam asked unsure.
"I believe so. Dean has always loved you. No part of me believes that will change. Look, you gotta talk to Dean. You gotta tell him, trust that he will still be by your side. Then you gotta find a way to stop seeing yourself as a possible monster. You're not one."
Sam sighed. "I think I should go. Dean and Gabriel may rip each other a part if I leave them alone too long."
"Huh. Dean used to say the same thing about you and your dad. One more thing, Sam. Your archangel daddy, you trust him?" Bobby said.
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, I do. I never thought I'd trust the Trickster, hell, I hated his guts after Mystery Spot, but, yeah, I trust him now. Hell, I don't even hate him anymore. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about him, but lately I've found myself comparing him to Dad, and after less than two weeks, he wins."
"Well, I know you two love your daddy, but comparing anyone to John put him at a disadvantage. He let the job consume his life and he ignored his kids," Bobby said.
"Yeah. Alright, I should go. Thanks for calling, Bobby. I'm glad I still have you," Sam said. Despite the deep reservations he had, he did feel better knowing Bobby had his back.
"Always, Boy," Bobby said before hanging up.
Sam sat there after he hung up. He could hear a pissed off Dean from the kitchen and he knew he should go out and calm him down, but he wasn't ready to face Dean after his conversation with Bobby. So he lied back on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to drown out his brother's shouting.