Two days passed? Sam just stayed in the room, sitting on the bed. Gabriel slept a lot, because he had promised himself not to speak about past, but he couldn't think of anything else to talk about. It was dark and quiet and just a bit too cold- if the room were a person, it would have borne more than a passing resemblance to Fitzwilliam Darcy.
They sat in the Darcy room silently together, trying to figure out the best plan. After what they felt should have been a week since fleeing the apartment, Gabriel found he could walk again, albeit very slowly and only with his eyes open. They called it good and ventured out to get more food.
'Well, the dead really do walk among us."
"Crowley, I just need more food."
"Angel, tell your boyfriend to be more polite," the Demon twittered, "He should remember that you two are only here because I will it."
Gabriel held up a hand to Sam. "Also, because you will it? As I recall, Lilith was to one to bring us inside from the cold. We're just your lost puppies, aren't we?"
"Lilith wishes she was in charge, but there are some of us here who actually have the power to shut down the whole place without a problem. And you two are just a bit above stray animals. Sammy, did you tell him about our deal?"
Sam blanched. Of course I forgot to tell him, I was too upset about the other thing. Gabriel looked so confused and expectant... "I promised we'd protect h-"
"No, you promised you'd protect me. The other one is more of a liability, so I'll leave him to protecting you if he so wishes."
Gabriel glowered at him. "ite et paedicate te. angelici vobīs terrendi sunt. ego tibi terrendus est.1"
Crowley quirked an eyebrow but respectfully separated himself. "demitigate cōleos. etiamsi nescit nos, non necesse est audire defanatissimos verbos infantis Sammi.2"
"Guys, what are you saying about me?"
"Nothing important, Sam-o. Crowley and I are just having a little discussion about respect."
"Mommy, mommy, he used bad words!"
"Whatever guys, Gabe and I need food. Can you give us some or not?"
"Fortunately, Sammich, I can. But you guys need to be prepared. Now that the miracle boy can walk, they're going to be all over you. Prepare yourselves, because rescuing Lucifer... rescuing Lucifer is not a preschool day trip. You've never even experienced anything like a tenth of it. And I was trying to warn your precious angel that he might want to save himself while he can."
"Well, I'm not leaving."
"Fine. Take your food and go, because you're both of no use to me. metuo ne morirentur et causarentur me periri.3
1Go and sodomize yourself. Y'all must fear the angels. You should fear me.
2Calm (your) testicles. Even if he can't understand us, it isn't necessary for baby Sammy to hear very profane language.
3I fear lest y'all should die and cause me to be killed.
[If anyone cares to know why it's testicles, the Roman's didn't sexualize breasts really. They sexualized the whole female form. Besides, I thought it was funny that they had swears based only on the actual genitals, screwing and poop.]