Chapter Twenty-Eight: Presence
Sam was curled up in a corner of the cell he shared with Lucifer as they hurled through eternity, falling as always. He knew that the next round of torture was coming soon and part of him desperately clung to the juvenile thought that if he hid well enough, the ones torturing him would not be able to find him, and therefore he would be safe, at least for a little while. He curled into a tighter ball when he felt a presence join he and Lucifer.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Lucifer asked angrily. "How are you alive?"
Sam allowed himself to look up. Clearly Lucifer was shocked by the arrival; it most not have been one of the demons.
The woman was gorgeous: blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips. Sam always did have a thing for blondes. Something about this one seemed so familiar.
"Hey Lucy," the woman said with a wide grin.
"I killed you," Lucifer growled back.
She shrugged. "Didn't stick. Now, do me a favor and be quite while I talk to gigantor over here."
It was then that Sam realized why she seemed so familiar.
"Gabriel?" he asked, rising to his feet shakily.
"Got it in one," she said with a smile. "I've been doing some stuff upstairs and I didn't want people knowing it was me. I've got a reputation to uphold," she said, as the camouflage shimmered away, leaving the trickster Sam had come to know as Gabriel.
Right then, Lucifer decided it was a good time to lunge at Gabriel, but somehow Gabriel had known, even with his back turned. He snapped his fingers and the Morning Star was lying facedown in the cell.
"How'd you do that?" Sam asked, eyeing the devil.
"Hello, Archangel," Gabriel said.
"But he killed you. From what I understand, he was way more powerful than you. Come to think of it, how the hell are you even alive?"
"Daddy brought me back," he said. "I guess joining Team Free Will looked good in his eyes. And, generally speaking, being down here weakens people, regardless of species."
"Then how are you-"
"Jeez Samantha, you're full of questions today, aren't ya. Be quiet and listen. I don't know how much time we have."
"How long has it been on the outside?" he couldn't' help but ask.
Gabriel glared at him, but there was no malice. "Give or take nine months."
"But… It only feels like a few weeks. When Dean-"
"Time isn't constant here. Now shush. Here's what's gonna happen…"
