Sam carefully slid the needle through the loops, pulling them out enough for the scissors to come through and cut through them. She worked quietly and diligently, trying to keep the whole thing as pain-free as she could. Once she had cut through the lines she reached for the tweezers, pulling the thread out of his skin and dropping it into a small metal bowl beside them on the table.

Gabriels lips were shaking as Sam pulled back, his fingers coming up to gently prod at his now freed mouth. She took the bottle of water on the table and opened it, offering it to him. His hands shook as he took the bottle from her, tipping it into his mouth with a relieved groan, some of it spilling down his front. Coughing and breathing heavily he closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head fall forward as he tried to compose himself to the best of his ability. Sam turned away to give him a moment's privacy, tossing everything in the bowl to be burned later.

When it seemed that Gabriel had managed to steady himself, she looked at him; only slightly startled to see that his eyes were pinned on hers. She turned to face him completely, just staring at the various wounds on him.

"Gabriel, what happened to you?" she asked him, watching him flinch back. "We thought you were dead, we thought that Lu-" she flinched, closing her eyes and breathing out hard before she reopened them. "We thought that Lucifer had killed you. What happened?"

Gabriel leaned back in his seat, hands on his lap. She looked down to see a scratched in and out rune on his palm, the summoning one that led Johnny to him. She reached out to gently touch it, pulling back when Gabriel flinched.

"You summoned us." she reminded him. "You called out, we answered."

At that Gabriel did look at her, still not speaking. He did look towards the direction that Johnny and Dean had gone.

"That was Johnny, John Winchester." she told him. "He's my son."

She could see Gabriel pause at that before he turned back to her, a question in his eyes.

"He's a nephilim." she supplied watching the shock go across his face. He shook his head in disbelief, looking off in the direction again.

"Yeah I know, but you saw it. He's a nephilim." Sam told him. "And he's my son."

Gabriel shook his head, breathing out heavily. His lips shook and cracked but he tried to move them, a small almost dusty sound escaping his throat as he attempted to speak.

He seemed to give up on speaking and turned back to her, shaking his head. He brought a quivering finger up and drew it along the front of his throat.

"No, it did kill me." she said, only half certain that was what he was asking. "But he brought me back to life."

Maybe it was her imagination, but she could almost see Gabriel roll his eyes at that.

"But he's a nephilim and he's the one that you called to for help." she said. "And quite honestly, he's your nephew."

Gabriel wrinkled his nose at that, taking a deep breath. She looked him over, uncomfortable at all the dirt and blood caked on his skin.

"Gabriel, how did you get captured?" she asked. "And how is it that you didn't escape?"

At that Gabriel tilted his head to the side, showing multiple deep puncture wounds made by a thick needle.

"They were taking your grace?" Sam guessed, feeling sick to her stomach when he nodded. "So...that means you're...human?" he shook his head at that. "Running on fumes?" he nodded.

"A demon taking archangel grace, I don't think he was using it for anything good." she said with a sigh, standing up. Gabriel flinched back when she rose, hands coming up to cover his head.

"It's okay, it's okay." she soothed him, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "I just want to take you to a bedroom. It has a bathroom where you can wash up. I'm sure you want to get some of that crap off."

Slowly Gabriel brought his hands down, staring up at her before he gave a grateful nod, braising himself on the chair and table to push himself up onto his feet. Sam stood by ready to help but not reaching for him, they both knew that he was proud enough, and still buried underneath everything, to need her help with at least walking.

She walked side by side with him, a half step ahead to show him the way. "I'll get you something else to wear. I think anything is better than that." she nodded at the cloth he was wearing. "And I think Johnny would like to talk to you, are you alright with that?"

She could hear Gabriels breath hitch at that and she quickly added, "If you don't want to meet him yet you don't have to. I'm just saying that he'd like to."

She looked at Gabriel as they reached the room they decided to give him and saw him staring at her with an unreadable expression. He jerked his head towards where they were, tilting his chin up in question.

"I have no idea what you're asking." she told him.

Yep, there was a roll of the eyes and as annoying as that was, it was also somewhat comforting to know that some of Gabriel was still there. He then pointed at Sam, raising an eyebrow at her.

"What about me?" she asked, leaning back against the wall.

A sharp breath was exhaled and Gabriel looked back from where they had come from, bringing his hand up to show the rune still on his hand.

"What about Johnny?" she asked, shifting from foot to foot, she had an idea what Gabriel wanted to know but she didn't want to say it just yet.

Gabriel pointed at her, then back at the rune raising an eyebrow at that.

Sam looked away at that, wrapping her arms around herself. "You want to know who his angel part is from." she stated.

She could see Gabriel nod from the corner of her eyes.

Bile rose in the back of her throat and she forcefully swallowed it down. "I'd really rather not say." she managed to get out. "Here's your room, let us know if you need anything else." she didn't give him a chance to talk or gesture again, moving away and back towards her room.

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