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Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, I'm only borrowing the characters for a bit for my own amusement, love to know what you think, and the title is only 'cause I couldn't think of one, therefore its subject to change sometime in the future.
Warnings: References to torture, M/M pairing, possible future mpreg.
Note: I'd like to thank the two people who last reviewed, Drink War and smartcookie913 for taking the time to review my story, and I hope you and those who put this on your alerts all enjoy this chapter!
Chapter Four - Oh my... is that really...?
When Sam woke it wasn't to the pain of torture, the infuriated shrieks of two of Heaven's most influential Archangels or even to the smell of burnt, or rotting flesh. Instead it was to feel a plump mattress underneath his body and the distant smell of melted chocolate permeating the room. That in itself set him on edge. Tensing his body, he relied on his other senses for a moment to help himself learn more about his surroundings before allowing whoever was holding him here to know he was awake.
Trying to keep his eyes still under their lids, he could feel the sunlight falling across his body - on his left arm and part of his face as it was quite warm, and straining his ears for any noises possible he could just hear the faint mutterings of two people, and heard a name. Something that sounded like it began with an M? He couldn't tell the rest, only that he knew that it sounded angry, before hearing a harsh whisper sounding from a female voice, something about trust, and then a male was speaking, something about being a ward? It was safe to say that Sam was more than confused at this point.
Deciding it would either be a case of fight or flight, Sam slowly opened his eyes and was looking up at deep red drapes. Glancing around the room quickly, he was surprised to find himself in not a bedroom, that word was too modern for this place. He was in what could only be described as a chamber, down to the candles in the holders and the stone flooring, it was like somebody had dropped him in some kind of medieval movie. Had he travelled through time when he'd fallen into the pit?
Feeling an uncomfortable itchiness all over his body, Sam gasped when he looked at his attire. Loosely fitting clothes made from scratchy, dirty material covered his frame, making him feel even more out of place than he had thought would be possible. Yep, Sam thought, definitely starring in some sort of medieval based costume drama by the looks of it. An image of The Tudors sprang to mind from one of the late nights he channel hopped in a motel with Dean and he barely avoided the need to fake vomit at the thought of looking like an extra from that factually incorrect show. f Dean saw him now he'd never hear the end of it. That's when it hit him. Where's Dean?
When he'd last seen him he'd been sat bloody and broken at the side of the Impala, due to Sam's own handiwork, or Lucifer's, but it was still Sam's body so the guilt would be his to bare regardless. Was Dean somewhere here too? Wherever here was, Sam still didn't know, what he did know though was that he didn't want to dally around in this luxurious room any longer, he had to find Dean, and if Dean wasn't here then he had to find a way out of this place and get back to him. Deciding on that course of action Sam lightly padded to the door and bent forwards a little - the door-frame was too short for his stature, and looking both ways through the long airy corridor, made his escape into the building which he was seriously starting to suspect was some sort of Castle.
Walking at a brisk pace and avoiding eye contact with the outwardly curious denizens, Sam tried to curl in on himself, noticing how someone more than a foot taller than anybody else would draw more than a little unwanted attention here. He was close to getting out into the open and free space of this... building when he heard someone shout, "You there!" and turned around to see several guards with actual swords running in his direction. Sam was pretty sure any break for it now would only guarantee that the one with the crossbow on his back would shoot him, so he stood there and tried to look as innocent as he possibly could, all the while a niggling thought started in the back of his head. The emblem on the guards uniform, it reminded him of something, he was sure he recognised it from somewhere, but where?
When the leader of the guard came close to him, he was asked, "Who are you and what are your intentions for being here?" Sam didn't know what to say, the voice was obviously British, and it would be hard enough to explain why he was here without suspicion, let alone his accent on top of all that so he remained quiet.
"Are you simple boy?" A member of the older guard asked, appearing angry at Sam's continued silence if the tightened grip on the sword at his waist was any sign.
"No, he's my servant and therefore he's certainly not simple! He just knows to remain quiet when his master isn't present!" A voice exclaimed, a voice that Sam knew well even though the owner of it was known to be dead. Moving slightly to look around the barrage of men in front of him, and sure enough, Sam could see Gabriel, that Gabriel striding forwards until he was standing before him, large as life and twice as unpleasant while he smirked in Sam's direction.
"Isn't that right Sasquatch?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow up in his direction.
"Yes" Sam gritted out between his teeth.
"Yes what?" He pushed; smile getting wider at the red blush, whether from anger or embarrassment he didn't know, creeped up the visible part of Sam's collarbones, to his neck and then resting in his face.
"Yes master" Sam bit out, angry at being forced to say this, but knowing that it was the safest option, after all with no weapons in front of him and no idea where he was he was hardly in the best position to defend himself against six armed knights and make a run for it.
"I'm sorry sir!" The guard, who had spoken to him first earlier said before he bowed, actually bowed to Gabriel!
"It is quite alright Leon, you weren't to know" Gabriel replied to the curly haired man, in a regal tone that couldn't help but make Sam scoff at the ridiculousness of it.
The guards soon dispersed after that, off to do whatever it was that they did around this place, so far Sam hadn't really seen much of a reason why their employer kept them around. Waiting until they were relatively alone, Sam turned on Gabriel, invaded the Archangels personal space and questioned in what he hoped was a threatening manner, "Where the hell am I Gabriel? What's going on and what have you done with Dean?"
Placing a flat palm on the chest of the young man in front of him, Gabriel kept his playful manner in place, but the hard tone in his voice was unmistakable, "Might want to step back a little bit Sammy, before I do something to you that I won't be able to fix."
And with that Sam took the warning and moved backwards. It wasn't long before Gabriel was smirking with a look that easily read, 'I'm in charge here, don't you forget it' before walking in front of Sam at a brisk pace and calling back to him, "Follow me Samuel!"
Left with no other options than to follow the annoying being in front of him, Sam slinked along behind him, all the while collecting data and strategizing a way out of this mess.
They entered a wide room and before long people started spilling in before a quiet hum of chattering descended upon the whole area. It didn't take long for Gabriel to get bored of this though and turning around to Sam asked,
"Do you know where we are yet? If not, I can always give you a few hints?" Looking slightly impatient, if the fact he was rocking backwards and forwards on his heels was anything to go by.
Sam just gave him a look that told him the very idea he would have gathered that by now and still be here was ridiculous, and to carry on with it.
Sighing, Gabriel took a lolly pop from... somewhere, before explaining, "Over there, that beautiful young woman you see?" Nodding in the general direction Sam grunted his ascent before he continued, "She's part of a love triangle at the moment, between her current fiancé and his supposed best friend."
Sam whipped his head back round to the young woman, his first thoughts of her had been how young and pure and just innocent she looked. In some ways she reminded him of Jess. He could barely believe it but Gabriel was barrelling on regardless.
"And her with the lovely dark curls and pale skin, she's not as lovely as she'd seem, she'd destroy any and everything in here given the chance," Pausing slightly Sam turned to see a look of regret on Gabriel's features before he muttered quietly, whether to Sam or just to himself he didn't know, "Its a shame really, she had such a good heart when she was younger, so kind, so loyal." Bringing his face up and putting on a smile that just slightly didn't fit his face he continued, "You cannot fight your destiny though!" Before turning and pointing to the man directly across from them,
"You see him wearing the crown up front? Destined to be killed young that one, but not before bringing the lands together again, after all he is the once and future King." At this sentence Sam snapped his head, the dots finally joined together.
"Camelot? Gabriel, are you telling me were in Camelot?" Sam's eyes were wide at this thought, all his boyish wonders at the forefront of his mind. It was out of his mouth before he realised it, "Where's Merlin?" He questioned in childlike glee.
Looking Sam up and down with a questioning look, Gabriel replied rather coyly, "What makes you think you haven't already seen and communicated with Merlin before? What makes you think you're not already talking quiet animatedly with him?" Quirking his eyebrow at the confusion then reality flashing across Sam's features, Gabriel couldn't keep the smirk from his face at the confused disbelief that finally settled there.
With a voice filled with absolute horror, Sam replied, "You can't be serious, you can't be Merlin!" Before he paused for a couple moments and continued, "Actually it's a possibility, no wonder Arthur dies young according to you" He finished before a complete quietness fell in what he now knew was the court.
A young looking man, maybe Sam's age or a little younger than that walked in, followed closely by a man with dark hair and blue eyes which couldn't help but remind Sam of Castiel's and he knew. Whispering in the angels ear beside him he stated, "That's Merlin there with the dark hair and the blue eyes isn't it, the man going up to Arthur?"
The angel just nodded his head thoughtfully; mind obviously elsewhere when he heard a hiss, "I want you to take me to Dean now. Thanks for the little history session and all, but I've had enough."
Looking into Sam's eyes, Gabriel felt the slightest twinge of guilt at keeping the two Winchesters apart before explaining, "I can't do that Sammy boy, sorry about that but it'd ruin the game!"
"What game? Just take me to Dean!" Sam exclaimed to the disapproving mutterings of several people nearby.
Gabriel had had enough of this, and clicking his fingers transported Sam and himself into what Sam could only classify as Gabriel's lair before the angel was pushed into the younger Winchesters personal space and growling, "I've tried being nice Sam, I really did, but you're just not going to quit asking are you?" Withdrawing slightly, he continued in a more collected manner, "Don't ask any more questions Sam, or I'll be forced to keep that lovely little mouth of yours silent."
With that he moved into the middle of the room with his back to Sam before throwing over his shoulder, "If you try and escape here you won't like the consequences, and not just to yourself but to Dean too." He finished before looking into eyes that burned with hatred for him. With that, he disappeared in a flurry of wings, leaving Sam to look around his surroundings.
Sam wasn't stupid, he knew that the Archangel could be dangerous, but he also knew he had to find Dean. However it was that brief warning that dissuaded him from attempting to escape as soon as Gabriel left. If he tried, what would happen to Dean then? Sam in that moment decided that for the time being he would play along, play pet for this angel, but that he would persevere all the while for the first chance at escape to appear to him. Walking towards the only door in the room, Sam pressed his palm - the same one that had been on the Archangels chest just moments, but also centuries ago on the wood of the door and felt a warmness there, something which almost hummed into his skin... Pulling his hand abruptly back, he surveyed the room at large once more. With the thought of 'Know thy enemy' running in his mind, Sam moved into the room, determined to take it apart piece by piece for any value information he could gain to use to his advantage later on in this game with the Archangel.
A/N's: Sorry this chapter is so bad everyone, but I've been ill *waves antibiotics around feebly* and I didn't have as much time to edit this as I'd have liked, so that's why its so cringingly bad.I hope you liked this little dollop of Sabriel anyways, and if you'd like I'll add a chapter of these two in every other chapter before their incorporated into the main plot? Let me know in a review please!
Next chapter is back to Dean/Castiel and you'll see what they've been getting up to. If you could leave a review I'd really appreciate it. Until next time! :)