AN- hey there, I'll bet you all want to salt and burn me for the last chapter. Sorry...
Just an FYI, I will answer any questions left in reviews. I will answer anything from what's my favorite AC/DC song (it's a tie between Hells Bells, Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution and Shoot to Thrill.) to if Castiel will be in this story (still unsure on that, he may have a brief cameo)
Just don't ask anything stalkerish, I won't answer.
Winchestersfordawin- you mean the chainsaw, not the tiny scissors. And yes, he's awesome (Yeah, I googled it, Grell is defiantly a guy.)
Casey- don't worry, he will:) no one messes with Gabriel and lives to tell the tale. The hunters aren't anyone in particular. Come on Casey, you know I can't resist a perfect opportunity for hurt Sammy and caring Gabriel.
bold italics are visions
italics are flashbacks
Chapter title comes from a movie of the same name, it's a good movie. It's about a group of boys (four I think) that go looking for a dead body.
Yeah, that's the kind of movies I watch.
Enjoy!
-Emma!
Chapter 3
Stand by me.
Gabriel stood outside the factory, waiting. He knew they were close, and that Sam was with them.
When they came around the corner, Gabriel let out a strangled gasp.
Sam was being dragged by the shorter of the two men, his T-shirt and shoes were gone, and he was covered in blood. It was matted in his hair, covering his chest and arms and staining his jeans. There was a black blindfold tied over his eyes and his hands were cuffed in front of him.
The hunter holding Sam smirked at Gabriel.
"So, trickster, how do we kill you? We asked the kid here, but he didn't seem to know." He said, still smirking at him.
Gabriel let the angel blade slide out of his sleeve.
"You don't."
The hunter's eyes widened, and he pulled a knife out of his belt and held it at Sam's throat,
"stay back!" He yelled.
Gabriel looked at him, his eyes unforgiving.
Lightning crashed, illuminating the shadows of Gabriel's wings on the wall.
Pointing his angel blade at the hunter, Gabriel held up one hand, smiled, and snapped his fingers.
The hunter holding Sam exploded, showering the other hunter and Sam in bits of flesh and blood. Without the support, Sam fell to the ground, limp.
Gabriel walked to the other hunter and stabbed him, yanking the blade out of his body, Gabriel cleaned it on the man's shirt, then tucked it in his jacket.
He ran to Sam's side, tapping the hand cuffs to unlock them, gently untying the blindfold. When it fell away, Sam's eyes moved to look at Gabriel.
"You came." He whispered.
"I'll always come." Gabriel said, pulling him into his arms.
"They were going to kill you." Sam whispered, his voice shaking.
"Only another archangel can kill an archangel, kiddo, don't worry 'bout me."
Sam smiled sleepily, "thanks..." He whispered.
The last thing Sam felt before he fell unconscious was Gabriel's grace wash over him, healing the slashes and bruises that decorated his chest and arms, making him feel safe and comfortable,
8 years later
Springfield, Ohio.
Dean frowned at the librarian he was interviewing about a recent death.
"What do you mean, there are rumors?" He asked.
"Well, there's no evidence, but the whole neighborhood knows that he's a criminal, personally, I think Daniel was the one who offed him."
"Daniel?"
"Daniel Arkman, him and his brother, what's his name, umm...Sam, yeah, Sam and Daniel Arkman."
Dean frowned, the name Sam seemed familiar, but Dean didn't know why and it drove him crazy.
"Why did he do it?"
"Oh, they've only been here a couple months, but Daniel seems more like a father to Sam than a brother, he's really protective."
"And why do you think Daniel killed Tom Maracas?" Dean interrupted.
"I was getting to that." She said icily "Tom followed Sam when he left the library, and..." She trailed off.
"And what?" Dean asked.
"It sounds insane, I know. But Daniel appeared beside Sam and snapped his fingers, and Tom fell over dead, then Daniel put his hand on Sam's shoulder and they disappeared."
Sam was pacing, anger threatening to explode.
"Why did you have to kill him?!" He demanded.
"If you could have read his thoughts, you would've wanted him dead too." Gabriel snapped back.
Dishes started to rattle and the lights flickered. Sam took a deep breath and opened the door.
"I'm going for a walk." He snapped.
Sam strode down the street, trying to calm himself.
The powers he had accidentally used had given Sam a headache. One that pounded in his head like a jack hammer.
Now that Sam thought about it, this was one of the worst headaches that his telekinesis had caused, the really bad ones were usually incorporated with visions.
Sam paused, it was late at night, he was in a deserted street, and he might be having a vision. Scratch that, he probably was having a vision. The first time he'd gotten one Gabriel had helped him by whispering enochian and gently rubbing his back while Sam held his head and moaned in pain. He'd never had a vision alone before, and Sam was scared. He didn't like being alone when he wasn't in full health and able to fight off an attacker.
Now that he thought about it, Sam was very co-dependent. The thought of being alone terrified him, although he did have a excuse for that, being kidnapped from your bedroom and tortured by insane hunters did have that effect on people. Sam never had opened his window more than an inch after that night.
A quick flash of white light confirmed what Sam had guessed. It was a vision.
He staggered into an alley before collapsing to the side, hidden from prying eyes.
Sam saw himself, who he immediately dubbed vision Sam.
Vision Sam was running from something, something large, scary and probably hungry.
It leapt out of the bushes and landed on vision Sam, pinning him to the ground. Now that he could see it clearly, Sam realized it was a werewolf.
The werewolf opened its jaws and vision Sam yelled something real Sam found kind of strange.
"DEAN!" Vision Sam yelled, panic in his voice.
An answering yell sounded from the trees to his left.
"SAMMY!"
Sam came to laying on his side, with someone, probably Gabriel, rubbing his back.
"What happened?" He asked.
Sam frowned, Gabriel's voice sounded strange, but Sam assumed it was just a side affect of the splitting headache.
"Vision." Sam said shortly, "'nother one."
A thought occurred to him then, "Gabe, who's Dean?"
The person who Sam assumed was Gabriel started in surprise.
"How did you...?" He asked.
Sam spun and scrambled into a sitting position, looking at the person who was definitely not Gabriel.
He had short, spiky, dark blonde hair and green eyes. One hand was still slightly outstretched, the other rested on a shotgun.
That was what caused Sam to leap to his feet, leaning on the alley wall for support.
"Hunter." Sam said, no doubt in his voice.
The guy frowned, "are you psychic or something?"
Sam's eyes widened, "no, not psychic, not a t-trickster, I s-swear, I-I'm adopted, n-not my b-biological brother." He stuttered, shaking.
"Not a trickster? I never said anything about a trickster... And who's not your biological brother?"
Sam felt his heart drop. Sinking to the ground, he shut his eyes.
"Just make it quick." He said
"What?" The man asked.
"Just kill me, you look nicer than the other guys, so just kill me, not like them."
"What? What other guys?"
"The other hunters, the crazy ones, with a thing against tricksters." Sam opened one eye as he said this, the guy still hadn't pulled out a weapon, and Sam had an idea why.
"Y-You're going to t-take me."
The stutter was back now, and Sam hated it, he was trying to face his fate with some sense of dignity, but the stutter made that impossible.
"Take you where?" The hunter asked, sounding confused.
"You know where." Sam had managed to regain control over the stutter, and was looking up at the hunter with fire in his eyes.
Now he looked really confused, and Sam mentally congratulated him on his acting.
"I honestly don't." He said, still feigning confusion.
"You know, your little secluded hideout, what is it this time, a warehouse? Another old factory? What do you have in there? A table? Chair? One of those fancy bed-like things with a pillow so I can rest my head while you carve into my skin asking questions I don't know the answer to but you keep on cutting and tearing anyways because apparently making me scream is amusing to you sick, twisted bastards, because even if I've never killed anyone, you don't care because my only family is a trickster and to you that makes me a monster." Sam hissed.
The mans mouth opened and closed several times, bearing great resemblance to a fish, before he finally managed to speak.
"why would I do that?" He asked.
"Because your a hunter. And that's what you do, you kill us, the so called 'monsters', has it ever occurred to you that we have family too?"
"So, your not human?" The hunter asked.
"Not completely." Sam answered.
"I'm sorry, you honestly don't seem that bad." He said, somewhat sadly, "But you're a supernatural creature and, yeah. Sorry."
The hunter pointed the gun at Sam's head, about to pull the trigger, when a quiet voice behind him said,
"You don't want to do that."
And then everything went black.
AN- uh oh, Dean just pissed off an archangel. Bad Dean.
Just an FYI, Dean is kind of cold in this, in my opinion, Sam helped Dean stay a little more kind to the monsters and stuff.