Gabriel was once again helping Sam walk after taking his shower, as he had been every day since he brought Sam home with him. This time though, he didn't lead him back to the bedroom. He led him towards the stairs. It was time for him to stop moping. He'd had enough time to be miserable. Any more of that was unhealthy.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked. He'd memorized the steps and direction they took from the bathroom to the bedroom. This was not the way. The Trickster had taken a right instead of walking straight all the way.

"Downstairs," was all Gabriel said.

Sam stopped walking and started to pull away. "I don't want to go downstairs."

Gabriel held onto him firmly. "Too bad. You can't stay holed up in that room forever. You need to learn to live with your disability."

"I am living with it!" Sam yelled.

"No, you're wallowing in it, which was fine for for the first couple of days, but now it's time to start dealing with it. Now, come on," Gabriel said before pulling him along again.

Sam unhappily went with it. He knew the Trickster could force him to, especially in his current condition.

"Okay, we're at the stairs. Keep stepping down until I tell you to stop," Gabriel instructed.

Sam did so, counting each step as he went down. He counted about fourteen steps before he was pretty sure he hit the last one. Even without your sight, that was the kind of thing you could just tell sometimes.

"Alright, we're on the ground. You can walk normally," Gabriel said before leading him around the corner through the kitchen and into the dining room. He immediately pulled a chair out and positioned Sam in front of it. "You've got a chair right behind you. You can sit down."

Sam sat down and relaxed. He didn't like being led around like that. The lack of control didn't sit well with him at all, especially when the person leading him was someone he didn't trust. He supposed he'd have to get over that though. He was blind. There was always going to be some kind of loss of control for him.

"Alright, wait there. I'm gonna make us some breakfast," Gabriel said.

"Can't you just create that kind of stuff?" Sam asked. He'd seen the Trickster create things with no effort whatsoever, and he knew that was a power Tricksters had anyway.

"I could, but I like to cook. It tastes better most of the time," Gabriel said before walking from the dining room into the kitchen. He did however snap up the ingredients he'd need to start breakfast. "Blueberry or chocolate chip pancakes, Sammy."

"Blueberry and don't call me that," Sam said shortly. Only Dean was allowed to call him 'Sammy'. Of course the thought of Dean made his heart sink. He missed his brother. He wished he could see him again. Though that was impossible even if he was with Dean again. He would settle just for being with his brother, but he knew that couldn't happen either. Dean didn't want around and he couldn't blame him. Dean was tired of cleaning up his messes. And Sam wouldn't make him clean up another one. Dean deserved to live his life, not be forced with his disabled, screw-up brother.

"Sure thing, Sammy," Gabriel said with a smirk.

Sam did nothing but huff in response.

There was silence between the two as Gabriel cooked and Sam sat at the table waiting. Soon enough, breakfast was done. Gabriel fixed up two plates, cutting Sam's food up for him so he wouldn't have to fumble around with a knife, and brought it over to the table. He put a plate in front of Sam and one in front of his own seat before sitting down.

Sam fumbled around for the fork, finding it after just a second.

"It's all cut up, so go for it," Gabriel said.

Sam grunted. "I'm not a child. I could've done it myself."

"Yeah, and, you'll work on that, but for now, just eat," Gabriel said.

Sam brought the food up to his mouth. He missed it a couple of times, biting air instead, but after a couple of tries, he got it. "So how long are you planning to keep me here?"

"I'm not keeping you here. I gave you a choice and you made it," Gabriel said simply.

"What do you care if I'm with Dean or alone somewhere?" Sam asked.

"I care because I'm not bastard enough to leave you alone with no knowledge of how care for yourself with your disability," Gabriel said. If Sam wanted to leave after he learned how to cope in life with his disability, he'd take him wherever he wanted, but until then, he needed help. If he didn't want Dean help, he would take Gabriel's, whether he liked it or not.

"Yeah, spoken from the asshole who killed my brother over and over," Sam said in disdain.

Gabriel shook his head in frustration. "You still haven't learned. Even after recent events, you still haven't gotten it through your damn skull what I was trying to do."

"And what's that?" Sam asked angrily.

"Think about it, moron! What happened when Dean went to Hell? You teamed up with demon filth. You drank their toxic blood, all for revenge. How did it end?"

"What are you saying? You knew what was going to happen? You knew I would start the apocalypse?" Sam asked.

"Finally! Using your Stanford brain," Gabriel said before taking a bite of his pancakes.

"Why didn't you tell me then?! Would that really have been less effective than teaching me my 'lesson' Sam asked, even more angry now than before. All of this could've been avoided if the Trickster just told him the truth.

"Yes, it would've because you wouldn't have believed it. Come on, I tell you that angels were real and wanted to start the apocalypse, you would've called me a liar," Gabriel said.

Sam calmed down a little. He wasn't wrong. He would've wanted to believe the angels were real part, but he would've denied the notion that they were such dicks that they wanted to start the end of the world at that point. It took actually seeing how angels were to believe that. "Okay, you're right."

"Hmm. All I wanted was for you to learn to move on without your brother. I hoped that preparing you for how it would be would help you accept it and you'd let him go without going to the first demon you saw. Clearly that worked great," Gabriel said sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know! I know I screwed up! More of a reason for you to just dump me somewhere," Sam said, mumbling the last part mostly to himself.

Gabriel sighed. "No. No matter what you've done, kid, you don't deserve that. You didn't deserve what those bastards did to you."

"Yes, I did. I let Lucifer out. I'm no better than a demon," Sam said guiltily.

"That's not true. You are very different from demons. For one, you feel remorse. Demons don't. They don't care about hurting people. In fact, they get off on it. You made a bunch of dumbass mistakes, but they weren't evil. You had good intentions," Gabriel said.

"Don't they say that's how the road to Hell is paved?" Sam asked.

Gabriel sighed. "You didn't deserve this, Sam. I'll get you to see that."

"Whatever," Sam said before going back to his food.