AN- does anybody read the AN? Anyone? Hello? *looks around empty room* ANYBODY?!

Gabriel: Emma, I don't think they do, you can stop yelling now.

Emma: fine. Be that way. *sulks in corner*

sorry it took so long to update, I was at a cabin with no wifi!:( then the wifi at home quit working, so yeah, sorry.

Kittyhawk09- Dean isn't my favorite character, but I wouldn't make him explode... He would die much slower and in a more amusing way... Like Mystery Spot!

Thanks!

Yes, he's 23.

Casey- you've tried to exorcise me already. No, not smited, worse... *maniac laughter*

Soulless666-thanks, and true.

Disclaimer- not mine, if they were mine, hammer of the gods would have ended very differently.

Chapter 4

Family ties.

Dean woke in a dully lit room, his hands were free but he could clearly see a thick iron door with a small barred window. Outside the cell was a hallway, looking like it came out of a normal house with a happy family and a dog, not a dungeon or a creepy old mansion where you'd think a supernatural creature would live.

Dean stood and walked to the door, his head, surprisingly, didn't hurt, although he was hungry. Now that he thought about it, Dean swore he could smell bacon cooking.

A yell from the kitchen confirmed his suspicions.

"Sam! Breakfast! And check on Dean-o while you pass, if you don't mind."

A face popped up in the window, startling Dean, he fell backwards and glared up at Sam.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, "Ga-Loki! He's awake!"

"See, I told you he was alive, I didn't want to kill him, so he isn't dead." Loki called back.

Dean frowned, things wert looking to great for him, he had been captured by a trickster GOD, not just any trickster, and apparently he has a brother, who's name is Sam. That made Dean want to strangle something, it was like rubbing salt in the wound. Dean missed his Sammy, his little brother, his dead little brother. Dean's whole world had been ripped apart that night Sammy had disappeared, and they had searched for years, before they were forced to accept that Sammy was gone, and he wasn't coming back.

A new face appeared in the window, he was smirking at Dean and had a lollipop in his mouth.

Removing the lollipop to speak he said,

"Hello, Dean, like your new room? You'll be staying for a while, after all, I can't just let you out so you can go and find your father and bring him here."

Dean glowered at the short trickster,

"Why am I here?" He snapped.

Loki seemed to consider this for a moment, frowning slightly and placing a finger on his chin.

"Lets think, I dunno, maybe 'cause you TRIED TO SHOOT MY ONLY FAMILY?!"

Dean flinched slightly, it was a tiny movement, but Loki saw it anyways.

"Scared?" He asked, his tone of voice mocking, "Why don't you run along to mommy then, oh wait, she's DEAD."

Dean snarled, "Don't you dare talk about my family."

Loki flicked his wrist, making the door swing open. With a casual wave of his hand, he threw Dean against the far wall and watched the hunter slide down, before twirling a finger in midair, making ropes materialize and tie Dean's hands behind his back.

Loki sighed dramatically.

"Saaaaaam? Wanna come say hi?" He called.

Sam appeared in the doorframe, a reproachful look on his face.

"G-Loki, is this really necessary, he didn't really do anything, I mean, sure he tried kill me, but, at least..." Sm trailed off.

"At least what?" Loki asked.

"At least he's not like the others." Sam said, biting his lip.

Loki's eyes darkened, "they should be thankful that I was so focused on saving you, I killed them too quickly, they deserved far worse."

Loki then turned his gaze back to Dean.

"Do you even HAVE any other family besides your father and little brother?" Loki asked, then seemed to reconsider, "oh, wait, he's dead too."

Dean's look turned murderous. "Don't you DARE, you son of a bitch."

Dean leaned forward, and as he did, his amulet swung forward and caught Sam's eye. He blinked, his mind telling him that there was a memory with that amulet, something just out of reach.

A light flashed behind his eyes, and his head exploded with pain.

Sam dropped to the ground with a scream, clutching his head, his body twitching and jerking.

Loki dropped down beside him, eyes wide with panic. His head snapped around to glare at Dean.

"What did you do to him?!" Loki demanded.

"I didn't do anything!" Dean said, staring at Sam's seizing body.

Loki turned back to Sam, who had stopped screaming and was now lying still on the floor, twitching ever so often, as if he was being electrocuted.

Loki pulled Sam up so that his head was resting against the trickster's chest, whispering softly in his ear while running a hand through Sam's tousled hair.

"It's okay kiddo, I've got you, it's all right, shhh." Loki whispered.

Sam's eyes opened slowly, and he blinked several times before his eyes focused on Loki.

"W-what was that?" He whispered roughly.

Loki helped him sit up, frowning.

"I don't know, it was like a really intense vision or something."

Sam shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

"Maybe it was a memory or something, from when I was little." He suggested, frowning.

Loki shrugged, and got to his feet, facing Sam and Dean. Biting his lip, he stood there, thinking. His mouth opening as if to say some thing. Then he froze, a confused look on his face, he slowly looked down at the silver blade that emerged from his chest.

Loki fell to his knees, looking up at Sam. He raised one hand and snapped his fingers.

Sam barely noticed the door appear behind him and Dean's ropes come undone, he was too busy staring at the very familiar angel standing in the doorway.

Zachariah smiled as he twisted the angel blade buried in Gabriel's back.

Gabriel's eyes and mouth glowed with a silver light, he slumped forward, falling off the end of the blade, and, with a blast of white light that practically blinded Sam, fell still, a pair of huge wings burned into the floor.

Sam felt like the world has slowed down, why wasn't everything stopping? Gabriel couldn't be dead, it had to be fake, it had to be.

Sam was falling, his world tumbling in a downward spiral towards the deepest, darkest part of hell. He didn't register when Dean grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room, running down the street, hiding in an alleyway.

Dean's voice cut through the cloud in his mind.

"Look, sorry about your... Friend, but you need to tell me what the hell that was and, more importantly, how do I kill it."

Sam looked up at him from where he was sitting, slumped against a wall, blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall.

"He wasn't just my friend, Gabriel was my family, he was my father, my brother, he was the only thing I had"

Dean softened slightly at the mention of family, as if remembering someone.

"I still need to know how to kill the bald guy." He said, slightly apologetically.

"Don't you get it?!" Sam snapped "You can't kill an angel without an angel blade."

"Wait, he's an angel? Like, fluffy white wings and a halo angel?!" Dean asked disbelievingly.

"Gabriel's wings were gold." Sam said sadly, "and I don't think he had a halo."

Dean frowned, "wait, who's Gabriel?"

Sam looked him, mildly annoyed at his lack of thought, "Loki." He answered shortly, "it's his own form of witness protection." He looked down at the ground, sadness overwhelming him like a blanket of darkness, "and now he's gone." Sam's voice broke, and something made him want to tell the complete stranger in front of him everything, like a bizarre sense of trust that Sam should not have for someone that tried to kill him less than 24 hours ago.

"Gabriel was my family, I don't know if I had parents, siblings, anything. Zachariah took my memories, left me to die, alone and forgotten. Gabriel save my life," Sam held out his left hand, showing Dean the circular scar left by a burning metal rod, "he was the only thing I had, the only family I have ever known, and now, he's gone."

AN- Holy mother of Chuck. I think something in me shriveled up and died. Probably my compassion. I feel soulless, sorry guys, that was really sad, I'm so sorry.

Kevin: that was evil Em, you made me sad, that was just plain evil.

Emma: But not as evil as...Gadreel.

Kevin: That is not nice, you are not aloud to bring that up.

Emma: what are you gonna do about it, my sleep deprived little prophet.

Kevin: I'll tell Gabriel you killed him.

Emma: oh no, don't you dare.

Gabriel: hi Emma, so get this, Kevin just came up to me an said something about me DIEING. Wasn't hammer of the gods bad enough?

Emma: you'll come back!

Gabriel: good. I better.

Sam: why the hell am I an emotional wreck?!

Emma: cause you are.

Anyways, I'll update soon, promise.

I'm listening to Heat of the Moment right now and getting rather emotional, I miss Gabriel! 4 episodes was not enough. (5 if you count Meta Fiction.) I need more Gabriel!