A/N: I'm continuing this story out of pure stubbornness. No one gave me feedback on it that told me it was completely terrible, so until someone does, I'm spamming you! WAHAHAHAHA! :D
When Gabriel woke up, all he could feel was pain. He had never felt like this before. Yes, he had felt pain, but not this sort of pain. This pain was everywhere and he desperately needed to make it stop.
He cracked his eyes slightly, when he realized the room was not overly bright, he opened them fully and examined his surroundings the best he could from his laid down position. From what he could see, he was in a completely wooden room, with many strange symbols carved all over the walls. Some of them he recognized, the ones for warding off demons. After awhile he braced himself for getting up, fluttering his wings slightly to shake the sleep out of them, he winced at the pinpricks of pain as the blood started to flow through them again. Whoever had laid him down, had set him on his back, so his wings had fallen asleep, he'd have to yell at that someone later. Using his wings to bear most of his weight, he slowly sat at up, moving his head back and forth to survey most of the walls, and then he caught sight of the floor. Carved into the wood flooring was a devil's trap. It encompassed the entirety of the room, light was glinting off the grooves where there had been lacquer spread to keep the wood from splintering; Gabriel figured it was large enough to keep several demons held for quite a long time.
Then it hit him, light, he could really use some of that. It flittered through a small window on one side of the room. He swung his legs over one side of the bed and stood up and then he fell to the floor with a loud thud. He didn't hold back the groan of pain that was slightly muffled against the floor. He decided that maybe it would be best to crawl over to the light; no one was there to see him. After what seemed like hours, he was finally there, albeit in a heap and in a lot of pain, but he could fix that now. He turned on his side and spread his wings, sighing in relief. He fell back asleep quickly.
Sam was up and out of bed as soon as he heard the thump from upstairs. Their newly found prisoner must have awakened and tried to move around. Fearing he may have hurt himself, Sam pulled on his clothes, stopping to look in his mirror to make sure his hair wasn't a scary mess. He ran up stairs and slammed the door open, startling their prisoner out of the light sleep he had fallen into. His wings flared up behind his back, brownish gold feathers puffing out and he looked at him with the most comically frightened expression, Sam almost laughed out loud.
"Who are you?" The prisoner somewhat screamed at him.
"Um… I'm Sam. Who're you?" He stopped and corrected himself. "What are you?"
"My name is Gabriel, and you should know! I'm one of Dad's children. So are you! Or did you hit your head last night?" He asked, standing up from his position on the floor. Most of his cuts had been healed, and he seemed to be having no trouble with any of his other injuries.
"Wait what?" Sam asked, clearly confused. "Aren't you from the Island?" And then it dawned on him, Gabriel, thought Sam was one of his… Whatever he was. "Wait, you think I'm one of you?"
Gabriel looked at him like he was insane. "Duh! Where else would I be from?" He walked up to Sam. "But I've never seen you around, are you like Cas? Do you lock yourself inside all day like a hermit?" When he got close enough though, his eyes widened. "Where're your wings? Did they get cut off?" His features then morphed into anger, obviously upset about the prospect of one of his kind removing another's wings.
"No, No! I'm not from the island. I live down here and I don't have wings." He explained. Gabriel's features softened, but then grew concerned.
"Where's here? Down below?" He dashed to the small window in the room and looked out. What he saw was the ground, a very close ground. "We aren't…." What happened?
"Yeah, I was kind of wondering what happened? How did you… Fall off? Can't you fly?" Gabriel stumbled back from the window and Sam was worried he would need to catch him for a moment before Gabriel met his gaze.
"We've never needed to fly. We always stay up there." It felt odd saying "there" instead "here." It meant he wasn't there anymore.
"Why? Because of the demons? Cause we have those well under control now." Sam states, almost prideful, like it was his doing, which it partly was.
"Not just demons, they say that there are even more ugly monsters down here." Gabriel says, he flutters his wings lightly and walks to sit in the middle of the floor. "But that was all a big, fat lie, wasn't it? You're not exactly the most disgusting creature I've ever seen." He says, and then smiles wryly. "No offense."
"No, I'm glad." Sam sits on the floor next to him. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Bits and pieces." Gabriel said. "I know I made someone mad, we must've fought."
"And that's when you fe-.. Got pushed off?" Sam asked. He placed a hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"S'okay. I probably deserved it and he'll get in trouble when someone finds out, not to mention what he'll get if I see his face again." He said. At that moment Dean burst into the doorway.
"There you are, Sammy! I was looking for you!" Dean said, entering the room.
"Sorry, Dean, our friend here woke up and I was afraid he'd hurt himself." Sam explained. Gabriel frowned at Sam for talking about him like he was an irresponsible child.
"I'm able to take care of myself!" Gabriel said petulantly. Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, and you falling from the sky was on purpose." Gabriel huffed at him and crossed his arms.
"This is Gabriel, Dean. Someone pushed him off the Island." Sam explained while Gabriel continued to brood.
"I can't imagine why." He said sarcastically and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Anyway! He needs to stay here until we can figure out how to get him back up where he belongs." Sam explained, exaggerating his syllables like Dean was a small child.
"Nah, I'm 'kay down here." Gabriel said, it sounded as if his mouth was full and Sam turned to look at him. He was holding some sort of pastry that looked like it had a cherry filling.
"Where did you get that?" Sam and Dean asked in unison, they never kept pastries in the house unless it was pie. Dean really loved pie.
"Mmmmmm?" Gabriel asked, looking at them like they were daft. "Like this." He snapped his fingers and another one just appeared out of nowhere on Sam's lap, and one perched precariously on Dean's head. They both stared at him, dumbstruck. "I prefer chocolate, but apparently I'm in a cherry mood." He hummed to himself and continued eating.
"Where…? How?" Sam stuttered, Dean took the pastry off his head and glared at Gabriel.
"What do you mean 'You're okay down here'? Not with me you aren't, now use your wings and fly back where you came from." Dean said, waving the pastry around in the air to justify his point. Gabriel just stared at him.
"I can't fly, you nut, and even if I could I wouldn't go back up there." He said, crossing his arms like a moody teenager. The effect was lost by the multitude of crumbs on his face. Sam had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
"What are those fluffy things on your back even for then?" Dean yelled, throwing his pastry at Gabriel, who caught it and began eating it.
"Mmmm." Gabriel replied, shrugging, face stuffed with pastry and too full to talk.
"We could teach him how." Sam remarked, eating his own pastry.
"Even if you do, I'm not going back there." Gabriel said.
"Why not?" Sam asked him.
"Because it's torture up there! I'm even one of the higher ups and they still make do all sorts of crap!" Both Winchesters rolled their eyes this time.
"Oh, boo hoo, poor you!" Dean said. "You're still going back where you came from."
"NO!" Gabriel shouted, the door slammed shut and every loose item in the room vibrated. "I'm tired of 'up there' and I'm not going back! Not now or ever!"
"Alright!" Sam yelled over the rumbling noise of everything vibrating. "You don't have to go back if you don't want to. But you can't stay here forever either."
"What?" Dean shouted, obviously not happy with this.
"HAH! I win!" Gabriel said triumphantly, four more pastries landed in his lap, and he chuckled happily as he began eating them.
Sam shrugged at Dean and Dean frowned. Bobby was coming over tomorrow to check on their guest, and would most likely not be pleased to hear that he's already living with them for the time being. Dean sighed exasperatedly and walked off to go find some breakfast, leaving Sam alone with their pastry loving friend.
TBC... (I guess, not sure.)