A/Ns: So sorry for the long wait on this chapter!! Didn't mean to step away for so long. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter! Also, if you guys can't see the line breakers between point of views please tell me!!
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The bedroom disappears and Sam feels unsteady as the world around him shifts. He had always hated traveling with angels. It wasn't long before he found himself inside what looks like a living room. The walls are a dark blue-ish gray and the floor is carpet. There are no windows, and there is an island separating the floor plan and giving way to a spacious kitchen. After taking in the rest of his surroundings he notices a little hallway that probably leads to bedrooms.
He is disappointed to find that he is alone and that after trying the main door to the house he finds that it's locked. "Dammit Gabriel!" Sam yells, walking over to the island and grabbing one of the wooden stools. He walks over to the door and slams the stool against it. He curses when the stool smashes to pieces after making contact with the door. Anger rises and takes over his senses and runs through the house kicking doors in and tearing apart the rooms that he finds down the hallway. He isn't satisfied with his outburst and heads back into the kitchen.
He chunks all the plates and cups across the room to smash into the door in a fit of blind rage. He doesn't notice that his eyes are glowing a silvery blue. He yanks the cabinet doors off and throws them around too. When he's finished off all of the cabinets he collapses to the floor panting and clutching at his hair. Why was Gabriel doing this? What could he possibly gain from kidnapping him?
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Gabriel watches silently as Sam rips through the house tearing everything apart. He definitely expected some backlash from Sam about the kidnapping, but maybe not this extreme. While concealed, Gabirel walks over to Sam's slumped form on the floor. "Damn kid. What did I miss?" Gabriel asks, mainly to himself. Gabriel is relieved when the blue fades from Sam's eyes and he takes a shuddering breath. Gabriel sighs, knowing that what he has to confess to Sam will tear him apart.
Gabriel had been risen from the dead a few months after Sam had jumped into hell. It broke his grace that he couldn't get him out of Hell. And now that he was out it was time to something to help. Gabriel crouches on his heels and appears to Sam. "Sam. I know you're angry, but I…" Sam's body jerks at the sound of his voice and Gabriel tries to push down the hurt that ripples through his grace.
"Shut up! I don't care what your reasoning is. Take me back to Dean!" Sam yells, shooting up from his slumped position on the floor. Gabriel backs away as Sam's eyes glow a silvery blue again. "Sam I need you to calm down." Gabriel says, raising his hands in surrender. He shouldn't have brought him here. He should've taken him to one of his realities just in case Sam's grace lashes out. "I won't! Not until you take me back to Dean!" Sam yells again, clenching his fists at his sides. Screw it. Gabriel thinks, surging forward and shoving Sam up against the wall.
"Sam, listen to me. The power that is rushing through your veins right now is going to overpower you and you will take out this whole city. You need to calm down." Gabriel sees the moment that Sam realizes what is happening when he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. "That's it Sammy, calm down." Gabriel sighs a breath of relief when Sam opens his eyes and the silvery blue rage is gone. "Don't call me Sammy." Sam says, pushing him away. Gabriel smirks despite the situation. "We should talk." Gabriel says, walking over to the table and sitting down.
Sam follows him and sits down across from him. His jaw is still clenched tight and his hands are no doubt clenched in his lap. "Look Sam. I know you have a lot of questions…" Sam nods his head and Gabriel feels pride rippling through his grace. Somehow Sam had managed to hold back all his power and keep it from unleashing. "How did I get out of the cage?" Sam asks, and Gabriel realizes that he had trailed off. "You got yourself out." Gabriel answers, reading the confusion on Sams's face so he continues, "Your grace Sam. It is the reason you are out." Gabriel says, answering the question that surfaced in Sam's thoughts.
"Stop reading my mind." Sam says, sitting unpleasantly still. "Sam, there is a reason that I have such an interest in you." Gabriel says, trying to gently set up the bomb he is about to drop. "Yeah, you already told me and Dean that you were interested in us because we are the vessels of Micheal and Lucifer. But the Apacolypse is over and how would I have grace..." Sam trials off, coming to the conclusion before Gabriel has even said it aloud.
"Sam, you're my son." Gabreil blurts out, finally accepting the fact that he can't break something like this easily. Sam laughs, it's hysterical and he starts to get up from his seat when he realizes that Gabriel is not laughing. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're really gonna try and play like that? You're more of an ass then I thought." Sam says, getting up angrily from his seat. He storms over to the door again and bangs on it. "Let me out Gabriel!" Sam yells, his face turning red.
"Not until you wrap your big brain around the facts Sam. Tell me, what do you think that power is inside of you?" Gabriel is standing now, the idea of citing like civilized people out the window now. Sam doesn't answer, he just glares daggers at Gabriel.
"Okay fine, let me spell things out for you. When Castiel touched your grace, which is the power BTW, he felt me. He heard my voice saying not to do anything yet. He says without a doubt it's not because of the demon blood. It's actually because of the nonexistent demon blood! Which is most likely the reason no one knew you were my son. Because that son of bitch Azazel tainted you when you were little. Need I explain more?" Gabriel asks, his own level of bitchiness thrown into his tone.
"If all of that is true, which it isn't, why does Dean and my father think that I'm their blood?" Sam asks, clenching his fists together. Gabriel takes a few steps forward, "Because when you were born I was freaking terrified. I loved you so much and I was afraid that if everyone found out that they would want to kill you. So I searched everywhere for a home that would take you in. I needed to make sure that whoever I gave you too would believe what you were." Sam's face was getting pailer with every word he said.
"When I came across your mom I thought she was perfect. She knew of the supernatural world and could keep you safe. She asked me to alter your brother and father's memories so that they would think you were blood." Gabriel says, wincing with the effort of keeping Sam's powerful grace from exploding. Sam brings his arms around his stomach and grimaces. "Sam, I know this is life altering information, but you have to calm down." Gabriel says, his stomach dropping as another wave of power releases from Sam.
"I can't." Sam says through gritted teeth. "Well this isn't going to be good." Gabriel says, walking up to Sam and grabbing his shoulder. "Just close your eyes." Gabriel says, spreading his wings.
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Dean walks into his shared room with Sam, wrapped from the waist down in a towel. "Dude, I was just kidding about the… Sam?" Dean questions, looking around the room to find it empty. He goes back towards the bathroom to see if he somehow missed his brother passing him. The bathroom turns up empty too. Walking down the stairs, he calls for Bobby. "What is it? Boy, why the hell are you wrapped in a towel?" Bobby asks, walking into the room with a book on angels in his hands.
"I just got out of the shower. Have you seen Sam?" Dean asks, looking around the house. "No, last I saw he was barreling up the stairs after you." Bobby says, walking back towards his library. "He's not in our room and the bathroom is empty." Dean says, following after Bobby, not knowing what else to do. "Are you sure you didn't see him?" Dean asks, looking around the room as if Sam would appear at any moment.
"Dean, would ya stop worrying. It's not that late ya idjit, he probably went out." Bobby says, thumbing through the book still in his hand. "You're probably right." Dean says, running his fingers through his still damp hair. He couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong. "I'm gonna go put some clothes on." Dean says absently. Bobby chuckles, "That's the logical thing to do." Dean turns on his heal and trudges back up the stairs. Going over to his dresser he curses as he kicks something hard and metal. "What the hell?" Dean bends down and picks up the gun. He looks over to Sam's side of room. "Shit. Cas get over…"
"Yes Dean." Cas answers, almost giving Dean a heart attack. "Sam's missing and I think someone…" Dean trails off as Castiel looks around the room, his eyes glowing blue with grace. "What is it Cas?" Dean asks. Cas keeps looking around the room and settles his gaze by Sam's dresser. "There are remnent traces of power here. It's never been here before. I don't understand." Cas says, fidgeting with his trench coat. "What do you not understand?" Dean says, getting frustrated. "The power is Sam, but it's not from the demon blood. It's… grace. The only thing that powerful is grace." Cas says, turning to face Dean.
"What? That makes no sense. Sam's not an angel." Dean says, pacing the room. "There was another being here." Cas pausing for a moment, seeming to be reading the room. "Gabriel. He was here." Dean runs a hand through his hair, which has already dried. "Dammit! You go down stairs and catch Bobby up. Take the stairs." Dean says, already imagining books flying across the room if Cas just popped downstairs. Cas nods and walks out the bedroom door and down the stairs. Dean shakes his head and goes to his dresser, grabbing a plain shirt, boxers, and jeans. "Can't believe I was wrapped in a towel talking to Cas." He mutters, pulling on his boxers and jeans.
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Untill next time...