Michael got to his feet his blade dropping into his hand eyes glowing with grace even as Lucifer launch himself behind his big brother. "I won't." Michael hissed softly.
"He's really mad Mikey." Lucifer almost whined as he clings to Michael's leg, his knees drawn up to his chest the fingers of one hand clenching Michael's pants the other arm wrapped around his own knees. Looking more like a frightened little kid hiding behind his brother's legs then the powerful archangel he was. All Lucifer could think of was the last time he'd heard his father yell like that. Right before he'd ordered Michael to throw him into the cage.
"I won't." Michael said again knowing what Lucifer is probably thinking of. "I won't do it to you again. I won't let you go back. I don't care how mad He is. I don't care what He orders. I'll… I'll" The archangel broke off reaching down and laying one hand on Lucifer's shoulder.
"Mikey." Lucifer said looking up at Michael in shock.
"Never. Never again. Luci. I'll never hurt you again." Michael whispered.
"Amm…. He? Who?" Adam questioned watching the two archangels.
"Our Father." Raphael stated.
"Your Father. As in God." Adam replied his eyes widen.
"Of course God. Who else would be their father." Sam said with a grin.
"But why is he showing up now?" Bobby asked.
"Because Gabriel didn't just pray to Him. He broadcasted what he was saying to the world which is why you all heard it. Gabriel was saying all of that as the Messenger of the Lord." Michael said. "It must have caught Father's attention and with the world hearing it He couldn't ignore it."
…
Gabriel wanted nothing more then to die. His whole being was a wash of pain. Then he felt it. A warmth wrapping around him. The archangel whined. A voice soft and low. A voice he hadn't heard in centuries whispered softly into his mind. "Gabriel, my Son. Calm down. I'm here."
...Dad... Long… Where… Why… The half formed thoughts within the sea of pain echoed through the Messager's mind.
"I thought your brothers were getting you away from him. As for where I've been closer than you know.." Gabriel gave a muffed sign at his Father's words. "Yes I know. Cryptic as always. Now let's get out of here then we'll talk, okay." God said.
….Sam…
"Of course I'll take you to Sam." God said as he unchained Gabriel form the table. "Brace yourself my son. I'm going to pick you up and bring you to Sam now."
Gabriel whimpered reaching one blooded hand toward up and blinding grabbed ahold of his Father's shirt. Clenching it tight as he was lifted off the table. Letting out a scream behind his bound jaw.
…..
Bobby's front door creaked open. Castiel who was closest to and could see the front door easiest let out an odd whine in the back of his throat. Dean moved to Castiel's side only to call out as he caught sight of the man making his way into Bobby's house. "Chuck."
Chuck Shurley walked into the room but it was the archangel in his arms that had everyone's attention. Gabriel had his face pressed into the side of Chuck's neck. There was dried blood on his ear and on what they could see of his face. One hand clenching the Prophet's shirt the other holding the simmerling golden wings against his chest. It looked at first like the archangel had his wings wrapped around him until the rest of them caught sight of what Castiel had already seen. The bleeding stubs protruding from Gabriel's back.
Dean's eyes widen as he quickly glanced over at Sam with concern knowing his little brother liked the archangel.
Michael's blade dropped to the floor at the sight.
Adam gave a sharp intake of breath and ran for the bathroom heaving.
Lucifer gave a low sob he wanted nothing more then to pull Gabriel into his arms.
Raphael stumbled across the room toward his younger brother. One hand reaching out his fingers just brushing Gabriel's ear. Wanting nothing more but to heal the Messenger.
Gabriel jerked. Thrashing clean out of Chuck's arms with a whine of fear and pain before hitting the floor with a scream lodged behind the wire holding his mouth closed. No… Stop… Don't… Gabriel thought as he curled painfully into a ball trying to protect himself as much as he could. Arms up wrapped around his head. Knowing any second Asmodeus was going to force him to uncurl and take more of his grace. It was a dream. A wonderful dream. Dad had come and got him away from Asmodeus. Hands. A hand on his shoulder. Gripping. But… not painfully just firmly.
"Gabriel. Calm down my son. I will not let anyone hurt you." God spoke into Gabriel's mind. Keeping one hand on Gabriel's shoulder.
...Dad… Dream…
"No this isn't a dream."
...Who?... Ear...
"Raphael. He was trying to heal you."
...Sound… ...Light… ...Chest... Wings… Hurt… Gabriel tried to ask what his brother was trying to heal but he was in so much pain. He couldn't think straight.
"Hearing. He was trying to heal your hearing. Are you alright with that?" God asked into his Messenger's mind. More to gage how against touch the archangel was then if he was okay with the healing. If he had to God would put his youngest archangel to sleep until he was healed. Gabriel's wings would take him a few hours to heal and Raphael couldn't help with them.
… Okay… … Sam…
"Sam is here. Gabriel would you rather just sleep through the healing."
...Sleep… Sam… Gabriel thought back at his father knowing he understand what he meant.
"Sam, come over here please." Chuck said out loud. The hunter slowly walked over raising one eyebrow in question. "Sit with him. He's asking for you." Sam looked confused but sat down. Chuck gently moved Gabriel so the archangel was laying on Sam's lap. Gabriel sighed almost in relief at being beside his mate grabbing blindly at Sam's shirt. Sam looked down and gasped. Gabriel had moved his arms away from his head so the room finally could see his face. The Messenger's eyes were gone nothing left but bloody sockets, his ears looked like someone had forced a blade into them, and his mouth was wired shut.
Chuck used the hand he still had on Gabriel's shoulder to put his youngest archangel to sleep. "Raphael, let's get this done well he's sleeping." Chuck said.
The Healer nodded and carefully laid one hand on the side of Gabriel's head. With his little brother asleep the Healer turned his head slightly so he could get a closer look at the damage done. "Father?" Raphael half sobbed.
"I know son. I know. We'll get him healed." Chuck replied looking at the Healer.
"His wings?" Raphael questioned.
"I'll get them. You work on his senses alright?" Chuck whispered.
Raphael nodded sharply even as he started healing the youngest archangel. Within minutes the blood was gone and the damage to Gabriel's ears was healed. Raphael turned his attention to his little brother's eyes. That took longer almost an a half-hour. The Healer made sure the healing was complete before moving on to Gabriel's mouth. The wire wouldn't move, wouldn't break, wouldn't even dissolve. "Father. There is a spell on these."
Chuck appeared to growl. "That demon will die for this." Brushing one hand along Gabriel's jaw banishing the wire, no spell could stand up to God himself. Raphael quickly healed the holes in Gabriel's mouth. Chuck returned to working on the youngest archangel's wings. Sam didn't realize when he started running his fingers through Gabriel's hair just that he was when the archangel groaned as he woke up a few hours later.
Chuck had done what he could for his Messenger's wings but even after hours of healing he came to the conclusion that he'd have to reset them to regrow. He would have to leave the stubs of the old wings as is. Setting the new set to grow in behind them. The new wings would force the stubs out of the joints like an adult tooth taking over a baby tooth. As Gabriel opened his eyes shocked at being able to see after being locked in darkness both Chuck and Raphael were looking at the wicked wound on his chest. Gabriel could feel fingers running through his hair and sighed as a glance showed it was Sam.
When Raphael reached forward to run the fingers of one hand along the brim of the device holding the stab wound on his chest open Gabriel jerked pulling his knees up covering his chest with a whine of pure terror. The Messenger's eyes slammed back closed as visions of Asmodeus draining his grace flashed through his mind. "Please… Not again. Please. Stop. No more. Please. I can't. I can't. Asmodeus… please…" Gabriel sobbed as he curled painfully into Sam's lap not realising he was actually pleaded out loud not just in his own mind. Half in the now half trapped back with the demon Prince. All he could think of was that his father coming to get him was just a hallucination and he would wake up back with the Prince of Hell. Gabriel could feel Sam both physically and by his soul. Sam. His mate. Safe. Sam was safe. He curled tighter against the hunter.
Sam glanced down at Gabriel before looking back up at Chuck and Raphael. "Gabriel."
The Messenger looked up at him with fear and despair in his eyes. Gabriel could only guess how Asmodeus got Sam to wherever the demon had brought him. But the thought of the hunter working with the demon hurt the archangel in a way that taking his grace hadn't. Even losing his wings paled compared to the thought of what Sam could do to him. Sam hated him. With his grace so weak he didn't stand a chance at stopping the bigger man. Sam could ruin him.. he could… oh Father..
Gabriel shook in terror shoving himself away from the hunter carb walking away from him babbling. " No. Don't. Please. Not that." The archangel hit the couch and crawled along it until he'd worked his way between it and the wall. Boxed into a corner with walls behind him and to his left and the couch to his right. "My grace. My wings. But please not that. Not that." Gabriel begged actually begged pressing his back with the still bleeding stubs of his wings into the wall behind him.
Sam sat there staring at the archangel for a moment before it hit him what Gabriel was saying. The hunter gasped scrambling backward looking sick. Chuck carefully stood and slowly moved towards his youngest archangel. "Gabriel." Gabriel glanced over at him before looking back at Sam. "Gabriel." Chuck called again.
Once more Gabriel glanced at him but this time he stared. "Daddy. Please. Not that." The archangel said both hands reaching up to grip this hair as Gabriel buried his head into his knees his voice getting a slight ringing to it. "Not that. Not Sam. Please. Daddy. Not… Not that. Not like this."
"Gabriel!"
The Messenger's head snapped up his father's true voice ripping through the haze within his mind. Golden eyes wide open looking at Chuck who had knelt down in front of the archangel. "Dad."
"Yes my son. It is me. Now you are not with that demon scum any longer. Sam is really here and he would never do what you were thinking to you. Ever. Please stop pressing your back into the wall like that. I know you're scared but your wings can't regrow if they are being pressed like that." Chuck said using his God voice and holding one hand out to the shaking archangel. Which Gabriel just looked at. "Gabriel child no-one here is going to hurt you. Take my hand alright. Your older brothers are here and want to make sure your okay. Come on now. That's it."
Gabriel slowly took Chuck's hand and let God pull him out of the corner he was in. The archangel was still shaking like a leaf in a storm but once in the open he looked around. Dean and Castiel were standing by the door talking in hushed whispers. Bobby was standing by the stairs just watching everyone. Michael stood on the opposite side of the couch he had been hiding beside. The first born archangel was in a fighting stance, ready to defend anyone he needed to. Lucifer was still behind Michael peeking out at him with tear filled eyes. Sam. Sam was standing behind Chuck with horror in his eyes. Gabriel took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them to find everything the same. "You really came for me."
"Yes."
"Asmodeus?"
"Will die!" Lucifer hissed in anger his eyes flashing. "Slowly. He was suppose to help you heal get you anything you needed or wanted. He... " Lucifer snarled trailing off in a growl.
"He said you told him to take care of me… right before he… he…" Gabriel said one hand raising to touch his fingertips to his lips.
"Gabriel, I never meant…" Lucifer started saying.
"I know." Gabriel interrupted. "I told he as much. Why am I awake? Dad, you said I could sleep through the healing."
"I know son but we need to ask you about that thing in your chest." Chuck replied.
Gabriel shuddered at the thought of the tophat device. "The Angelic Arc Reactor."
"The what?" Lucifer questioned in confusion.
"That's what he called it. An Angelic Arc Reactor." Gabriel said his eyes distinct and fearful. "What do you want to know?"
"How did he put it in?" Raphael questioned softly.
"He just shoved it in." Gabriel replied his eyes now locked on a leather bound book on a shelf behind the Healer. The Messenger had started shaking again thinking about it all.
"Gabriel." Dean called out.
Gabriel turned towards the hunter. "What?"
"Did he use some type of spell?" Dean asked.
"Yes. It burned. It felt like my bones were melting… He. He said he made it permanent." Gabriel shudders.
"Hey. Hey. Don't think about it. I know what he did." Dean said his tone low.
"You. You do?" The archangel asked surprised.
"Yeah. Alistair had me when I was in Hell." Dean just short of whispered.
"Oh.. yeah." Gabriel said as he sat curled up against Chuck's side.
"Dean what is the spell?" Raphael questioned sharply just wanting that thing out if his brother's chest.
"It doesn't matter." Chuck replied. "Gabriel I need you to answer me one more question."
"What?"
"Can you name all of the birds that are in North America?"
"I guess." Gabriel replied before he started naming birds as Chuck slowly raised one hand to hover over the device in his chest. When Gabriel had started naming the waterfowl Chuck tweaked his wrist and the device dissolved and the stab wound healed.
"Okay Gabriel you can stop." Chuck said.
"Huh… Oh okay. Why did you ask me that anyway?"
"As a distraction."
"Distraction… form what?"
"Look down." Chuck said with a grin. Gabriel did to find the wound on his chest healed.
Gabriel blinked. "When?"
"When you started on the waterfowl. Now I said I'd get you out then we'd talk. But only if you feel up to it." Chuck said.
