In Pieces
- Daianta
Sehnsucht
Sehnsucht means 'longing.'
I don't own anything in regards to Supernatural, I'm just a fan. If I wasn't so busy with being who I am, I would move to Canada and pursue a writing career, just so I could write for Supernatural. That would be epic. Sehnsucht is by Rammstein.
Word Count: 206
Winds howled around Gabriel as he stood on the top of a mountain, whose name he had forgotten. It wasn't important. He was angry, and he knew the wind was partly his fault. He couldn't help it.
He had just been blown off, and it made him pissed. He liked Sam Winchester, had done for, well, forever. But when he had finally plucked up the courage to tell Sam he loved him, he'd come to the house to see Sam with another woman.
Fuck him, indeed. Gabriel thought, settling into the snow with a huff. The cold didn't bother him, or his vessel. In fact, his vessel told him to get over the younger Winchester. This longing wasn't good; it would kill him one day. Gabriel told the man, James, to get lost. He would get what he wanted.
He closed his eyes for a moment of clarity. Even from here, he could feel Sammy; see him like a beacon. He could hear him thinking furiously, and bit back a smug grin when he hoped he was thinking of Gabriel.
This longing will kill you. James hissed. Perhaps, Gabriel thought, but he would still pine for the man who tries so hard to ignore him.