Sam was in his bedroom writing the equivalent of a suicide note, actually two of them, one for Dean and one for Gabriel. It was time to do this. Waiting any longer would just make things worse. He had teleporting pretty much down. It was time to go.
Sam soon heard a knock on the door. He quickly hid the notes in a book and put them under his pillow. "Come in!"
The door opened and Dean walked in. "Hey, Dude."
"Hey. What's up?"
"Was hoping you could tell me. You okay? The last day or so, you've been kind of distant," Dean said.
Sam sighed. He had been distant. Every since the last teleporting session, he'd been planning for his death. Being around Dean and Gabriel knowing that he was planning to leave them was just not something he was comfortable with. He felt guilty about the pain he was about to cause them. It had to be done and he hoped they'd see that it was necessary, but he didn't want to hurt them. "Yeah, man, I'm okay. I've just been doing a lot of thinking."
"Is this about the fight that's gonna go down? I know you're not happy about that," Dean said. Honestly, he wasn't happy either. The hunter in him told him that starting a war that would end the world for one person was wrong. But the brother in him didn't give a damn. Sam came first. He always would.
"My life isn't worth the destruction of both our world and Heaven. It's not worth Gabriel going to war with his own brother," Sam said.
Dean huffed. "Stop freaking saying that! You're worth all of it, Sammy! Stop thinking like those dicks upstairs! You don't deserve to die because of what you are! What you are isn't bad!"
"Okay, this conversation is pointless. I really don't wanna fight about it tonight," Sam said. This was not the last thing he wanted his brother to remember when he thought about their last moments together. He didn't want their last words to be a fight.
"Fine, but I don't want you thinking your not worth it. You're my brother. I'd do anything for you," Dean said.
"I know. You've done that all my life. You've always put me first, even though it wasn't your responsibility. You were my whole world, Dean. Thank you," Sam said.
"Okay, if you get to veto a conversation topic, so do I. This chick flick moment is not happening," Dean said.
Sam chuckled. "Fine."
Just then, they heard Gabriel's voice. "Come on, Boys! Dinnertime!"
"Good. I'm starving," Dean said before heading for the door.
"You always are. I'll be right there," Sam said. He waited until his brother was gone and took out a cellphone. He'd stolen it from Cas when he was last there. He'd planned to use it to get Gabriel out of the house and distracted so that he wouldn't notice he was gone. It was the only way he could get around Gabriel's ability to sense him wherever he was.
Sam shot his father a text pretending to be Cas, hating himself as he did it. He was going to be causing Gabriel stress when there was no real problem.
Once he was done, Sam shut the phone off and put it on the dresser before heading out of the room. Dean and Gabriel were already sitting down, serving themselves beef stew.
"Come eat, kid," Gabriel urged before his phone went off. He immediately pulled it out. "Huh. A text from Castiel."
Dean snorted. "Who taught Cas to text?"
"I did," Sam said quickly as he took his seat.
Gabriel's eyes widened as he read the text. Castiel was saying that Michael had closed in on him and needed some help.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, having seen the archangel's face.
"Michael found Castiel," Gabriel said before dialing his brother's number and putting the phone to his ear. He waited for a response and then scowled. "Damn! The phone's off now!"
"Well, go find him. You have to help him," Sam said.
"We have to. Let's go," Dean said as he stood up.
"No, you're not going anywhere. I will find him," Gabriel said before disappearing without another word.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean cursed. He hated being stuck there while a friend, hell, a family member, was in trouble. He was a hunter. It wasn't in his nature to sit at home while others fought.
"I, uh, I'm hungry anymore," Sam said before standing up.
"Yeah, me either," Dean said. He was too worried about Cas to think about eating.
"I need some time alone. I'll be in the other room," Sam said.
"Sam, wait. This isn't your fault," Dean said. He could only assume that his brother's reason for trying to get away from him was that he felt guilty.
"It actually is, Dean," Sam said before walking away. He went into his room and closed the door. He took out his letters from his hiding place and made sure he'd said everything he wanted. Then he set them down on the bed and disappeared.
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Sam reappeared in front of Bobby's house. He figured this was the best spot to meet an angel. Lucifer had said that while Michael probably knew Bobby was gone, he would likely have some angels watching in case he came back.
Sam had found he couldn't go in the house. The sigil Lucifer put up apparently kept him out too, but he could stand outside and wait. He didn't have to for long though. He felt a presence soon after and knew somehow that it was an angel.
A man with dark hair wearing a white long sleeve shirt and black pants made his way over. "Who are you? I can feel your Grace, but I can't tell who you are, Brother."
"Take me to Michael. He'll want to talk to me," Sam said.
The angel, who Sam somehow knew was named Hosea, frowned. "Go to him yourself."
"I can't. Just take me to him or bring him here," Sam demanded. This needed to happen fast. He didn't know how long he could keep Gabriel from realizing he was gone. Once he did, he find him in seconds.
Before anything could happen though, the scene around Sam changed. He was now in a slightly familiar house. He quickly remembered who it belonged to, but he couldn't understand why he was there. He certainly hadn't gone there intentionally. "What the hell?"
"I promise you that's the one place I'd never reside," a familiar voice said.
Sam turned around and found himself face to face with a man he'd met just a couple of times. He wasn't surprised to see him, as it was his house, but again, he didn't understand why he was there.
"Hi, Sam," the man said from his position in the desk chair by his computer.
"Chuck."
