Warnings: Gabriel/Sam yaoi slash, mild language, sexual references, ect, ect, violence, blood, ect.

Disclaimer: I own my laptop. I stole this t-shirt from my ex-boyfriend and i'm not wearing any pants but if I were, I'd own them too. I do NOT, however, own anything from Supernatural.

Chapter 4: Capture

Within a heartbeat Gabriel had deported himself and Sam out of the cheap motel room that stank of "mountain breeze" air freshener to cover the metallic smell of blood and into his large apartment that smelled of funnel cake and strawberries covered in chocolate.

He loosened his grip on Sam as the taller human stumbled forward, no doubt nausea from his way of traveling, and Gabriel was glad to see that knife he had been twirling around was absent, most likely dropped on the desktop.

It toke all of 15 seconds for Sam to realize what had happened and he spun around furiously to face the angel. Gabriel hadn't heard him speak in the motel room, just silently observe while his brother did all the threatening, but now he heard him loud and clear with a growling undertone in his voice.

"What the hell did you do?! Where am I?!"

"Whoa whoa. slow down kiddo. First of all, notice that this is a normal place, I'm not in a costume, and your unharmed."

Sam looked like he was about to yell something back when he stopped and did take notice of all those things. He watched as the anger slowly turned into confusion and frustration and he spoke slowly, clearly struggling to keep his temper under control before the Trickster tried any, well, tricks on him.

"So. Where. Am I? Why did you bring me here?"

Gabriel sat down on his couch, finding himself thinking of the fake Sam that had once laid in his lap on this very couch and his mind drifted off wondering if he could convince the real Sam to do that, before answering.

"I never answered your brother's question."

"What?" Sam tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I figured I'd answer your brothers question first, even if he's not here." He continued on quickly, cutting off Sam as he was about to respond to that. "He asked why I was there and who I wanted to help. I was there for you Sam. To help you."

This time the angel paused, giving the human a chance to question him. Instead Sam kept staring at him, confused, with his head tilted to the side, his bangs falling into his eyes.

"I'll repeat myself once more to be clear, VERY clear. I'm not choosing Michael or Lucifer's side. I don't care what they do to each other just as long as they get it over with. And i'm not going to join your brother and Cas either. Getting in the middle of their crossfire isn't on my list of fun things to do before I die a horrible death from either of my brothers. And trust me, it's a long list. I like to have fun you know."

Sam straightened, giving him a disapproving glare that told Gabriel that he fully understood how much fun he liked to have, and that he didn't agree with what his idea of fun was.

"But you...I can't let you get caught in the crossfire." It was apparent that Sam wasn't going to move from his spot to sit with Gabriel on the red floral couch, so he stood back up and walked back over to Sam, looking up into the human's eyes and regretting for the ba-jillionth time that his vessel was so short.

"I'm helping you Sam. Only you. Cas told me about your enochian sigils, that no angel or demon can find you. That includes him. That also includes Lucifer and Michael."

"That includes you too." Sam spoke up.

"Ah, but I'm already here." Gabriel smirked and wagged his finger at him, knowing full well that the human debated breaking his finger off in that instant.

"I can leave. And then you'll never find me again."

Gabriel stroked his chin, pretending to ponder that thought, his smirk never fading from his lips.

"Go ahead then."

Sam tilted his head again, confused for a second before taking him up on his offer and crossing to the door. Upon opening the front door he found himself looking straight into the same apartment living room with Gabriel standing in front of him. He slammed the door shut and spun around, Gabriel now back behind him with that smirk on his face.

A glare burned in his hazel eyes and he went to the sliding porch door. On the inside of the apartment, it looked like a bright, beautiful say with a green meadow outside. Upon opening it, a chilly breeze blew in from the snow covered cliffs they perched over. He slammed that door shut as well, rushing to the kitchen window, only to find that it opened to over a rocky ocean with seagulls crying out in the distance. He slammed that window shut too, turning to the angel, rage burning in his eyes and his upper lip twitched into his trademark snarl.

Gabriel simply shrugged.

"Sammy boy, you already knew what I was capable of. Did you really think it'd be that easy to just walk out?"

"Yea, and It's because I know exactly what your capable of, that I don't trust you. Why me? Why do you want to help me and help me do what exactly? Kill Michael? Because that's never-"

"Didn't you listen when I said I wasn't choosing sides?" Gabriel was becoming exasperated. "That's the whole point, I don't want you to say yes to Lucifer. I don't want you to fight Michael. And now that your hidden, you don't have to do either. Your brother will eventually say yes to Michael, he can fight Lucifer in Nick's body, and they can have their big war and be done with it. And you. You can stay here. With me. Safe. Alive."

"Dean won't say yes." He shoke his head, his wavy hair bouncing around his ears. "Never. And he'll find a way to find me. I won't stay here."

Gabriel wasn't a patient angel and his limit was about up.

"Aren't you listening to me?!" He started to yell. "I'm trying to save your LIFE! All these years i've been trying to help you, teach you lessons, and you've IGNORED me! This is the last thing I can do to make sure you don't DIE! Because guess what Sammy boy? Your chances of surviving this war are ZERO!" It hurt to say those words out loud. It hurt to see the pain reflected in Sam's face at those words, because he knew he'd been thinking them all along as well.

Sam toke a deep breath and looked away, only muttering "Don't call me Sammy."

With that, Gabriel vanished from the room. Needing time to himself to pull himself and his usual calm, joking composure back together. Plus he knew the Winchester boy would need time to himself to think about this, and realize that the angel really was only trying to help him stay alive through the apocalypse.

He didn't leave the apartment however, he merely went to the bedroom and plopped down backwards onto the king sized bed with red satin sheets and a mountain of plush pillows at the headboard. The canopy reflected a night's sky and he could feel sunlight streaming through the window, although he knew the bedroom window only lead to a brick wall. He knew Sam would eventually figure that out too. He just hoped he wouldn't find the masking sigils that Gabriel had carved into every corner of the apartment to hide his presence from Castiel. Castiel couldn't find Sam, but he could still track down Gabriel. So he had taken precaution to carve the same enochian sigils everywhere inside the apartment. However, this meant that the angel was just as much of a prisoner here as the human was if he wanted them to stay hidden. But he considered this a small price to pay if Sam was still breathing by the end of this war. Besides, there wasn't anything that he couldn't create to entertain him inside of the apartment if he got bored.

His thoughts crossed back to Sam. The real Sam Winchester was in his apartment, in the other room, mere feet away from him and not wielding any sort of dangerous weapon or coming up with a deadly plot with his brother. This was his chance. But his chance to do what? It's not like he could just walk up and kiss the boy. It wasn't like Gabriel could just say "Ok, Ok. I want to help you live because I want to bang your body silly and if my little bro Lulu is inside there is makes it a little bit awkward. Especially if Micah is standing over us in your brother's body with a flaming sword." Oh, he could always just tell him "Well, I tried making a fake clone of you buuuut I didn't know what you tasted like. So lets get experimenting and see where it goes." That would go over well. He mildly wondered if he'd die if he was literally torn limb from limb by a hunter's bare hands. Which brought him to wondering how the older brother was taking his little brother's current kidnapping. He chuckled imagining the assortment of curse words Dean must have invented just for this occasion. And no doubt Castiel was panicking on the inside, although he clearly lacked the ability to show his emotions.

Gabriel felt a tinge of guilt thinking about the position he had left the other angel in. He probably had quite a bit of explaining to do to the furious older Winchester, starting with why he had ever even thought of tracking down Gabriel in the first place to have their little chat, but he quickly pushed that feeling aside. Castiel had come to him for help. He was helping. Sure he was only helping Sam, but nevertheless, he was helping.

He heard the door open and Sam's tall silhouette stood in the doorway. No doubt he had merely only walked in, curious to where this door lead while exploring the apartment, looking for another escape route. Gabriel bit back another coy smirk as he silently hoped he could watch Sam try to open the bedroom window.

"I thought you left."

Gabriel shrugged again, not sitting up.

"I did leave. The living room. Now I'm in the bedroom as you can see."

The door slammed shut. It seemed like Sam still wasn't in an understanding or co-operating mood.

Or did it? The door re-opened and Sam toke a few steps into the room and crossed his arms.

"Why do you want to keep me alive, if it isn't for Lucifer to take me as a vessel?"

This question had clearly been brewing in his mind for some time now and he couldn't stop himself from asking it any longer.

"Why indeed, I wonder." Gabriel stared straight ahead at the fake stars above him.

"Yea, I do wonder. That's why I asked." Sam had tried to start this conversation calm but his temper was quickly mounting back up. "Every time I meet you, you have some horrible idea to try to kill me or my brother. Or Castiel. Why do you suddenly want to save MY life but no one else? I need to get back to Dean. Now."

"No. No you don't. Your going to sit here and wait this out with me. And exactly when, I ask you, did I ever try to kill YOU?"

That stopped Sam for a second as his mouth opened and closed silently, trying to remember a time, apart from the Japanese game show, that he had been physically hurt. He came up with nothing and left the room in a huff, to apparently do some more thinking about his situation.

Which was fine with Gabriel. He toke a deep breath and closed his eyes, slowly letting himself drift off to sleep.

He didn't get to sleep for long. He didn't hear the door re-open because it had never been shut a second time when Sam stormed out. But now he felt an un-familiar weight settle on his bed that made his body slightly roll to the side. His eyes flashed open, expecting to have to defend himself from whatever sharp object the young hunter had found in his apartment, but instead, found Sam just sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the starry canopy above.

Gabriel waited for Sam to speak first, since he came to him. It toke a few minutes before his voice broke the silence, not angry for the first time, since, well since they had ever spoken in their entire meetings over the years.

"I read a book when I was little. Well, Dean used to read it to me. It confused me at first and I didn't like it...not until I got older and re-read it in college. I thought it was just some guy trying to write a children's book while he was stoned and blown out of his mind. But it's actually a brilliant, poetic book. You know what it's called?" his lips twitched almost into a smile. The closest Gabriel had seen to a smile in his presence. He didn't answer, just let Sam ramble on.

"Alice in Wonderland. Do you know why I was thinking about it? In this book, there's this ridiuclous cat that appears and vanishes into thin air. Just bothers Alice with riddles. Helps her, but doesn't tell her why. Just riddles and vanishes." Sam turned, his gaze rested on Gabriel, who was expertly keeping his poker face in place. "The Cheshire Cat. You. Are just liked the freaking Cheshire Cat. You still didn't answer why your helping me."

"Your just now realizing that?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow, glancing at the clock that showed it had been a good hour since Sam last left him and wondered if he had been sitting in the living room thinking about that, or if he had been opening and closing all the doors, windows, cabinets and toilet trying to find a way out of phone signal to escape and finally gave up and retreated back to where the angel was.

"Will you at least tell me why you won't tell me why your helping me?"

"Because it's not something you'd accept." Gabriel answered without even thinking. The answer to that question was always on his mind and easily flowed out of his smooth talking mouth. Sam would never understand why, and even if he did, he would never accept it.

"Try me." The human challenged.

"No." The angel replied.

"So, what? Are we just going to sit around in this apartment until the apocalypse is over? The Apocalypse that I started? Do you really expect me to hide with you and let me brother and friends handle this by themselves when it's all my fault?" His voice wasn't raising with anger, but instead sounded like it was breaking. Defeated and broken. Defeated when he realized the demon girl, Ruby, that he had trusted betrayed him and had been using him all along. Broken, when his own brother that he loved more than life wouldn't even look him in the eye anymore. "Bobby....Bobby can't even walk...." He trailed off, looking at the floor.

Gabriel didn't answer. He knew Sam didn't need him to. He already knew the answer. That yes, he was going to keep him here until the war was over. Yes, he was going to let his friends and family fight, and probably die without him. No, he didn't care about any of that.

Sam up and walked out of the room. Gabriel hesitated before locking the door behind him. His chest ached and he didn't understand why. Sam was safe now. Heartbroken and worried to death about those who he cares about, but safe. He should be happy that he accomplished this and the human had taken less than a day to stop yelling at him, although he was sure that after another day in this place, his patience and hope of being freed would give out and the yelling would start again. Probably with the help of a few objects being thrown across the room.

But seeing Sam's glossy eyes, and hearing his voice crack and he tried to keep it steady ripped at Gabriel on the inside. The whole time Sam sat there and spoke to him, he wanted nothing more than to reach out, put his arms around his shoulders and stroke his hair until he believed everything would be ok, even if nothing would ever be ok.

But he didn't. Because that would be a step towards why he wanted to keep Sam alive. And Sam wouldn't accept it so there was no point in even taking a step down that rocky road.

He laid back down and drifted back into a restless sleep.

Hmmm Day 1: poor kidnapped and confused Sammy. Let's see what happens in the morning.