He could see the wings of two greatest celestial beings stuck to each other in the Cage. There are muttering sounds coming out of it, probably Lucifer and Michael are quarreling.
"Hello, Lucifer, Michael." Sam speaks loud enough to draw attention from the Archangels.
"Sam Winchester!" Comes the rumbling voice of Lucifer. He has been kicked down here because of this damn cockroach wearing white suit, how could he not get infuriated?
Michael, on contrary to Lucifer, says nothing, he doesn't even care that Sam does exist.
"How are you two doing? Is the Cage large enough?" Sam mocks, feeling greatly amused.
"If I get out of here, I will sure torture you on the rack first and foremost, Sammy dear." The Devil speaks with a soft , calming yet poison-dripping tone. "Besides, you know, after you threw us back into this Cage and got to become Boy King of Hell, someone is quite... discontent..." Sam can sense Lucifer huffing after that sentence.
"I believe that when I become King of Hell, a lot of people are on the opposite side of mine." Sam shrugs.
"Aw, Sam. You think that I'm talking about those idiots who are trying to take your throne?" Lucifer laughs, which makes Sam feel nervous. "I'm talking about my youngest brother, the last Archangel freely roaming the Earth."
The Boy King of Hell stops a bit to think of what Lucifer said. The last Archangel? Wasn't Rafael killed by God Castiel? Lucifer and Michael are in the Cage now. Then who? Who is the last Archangel?
"I thought Rafael is dead..." Sam confusedly speaks out. If he is not wrong, this youngest brother of Michael and Lucifer could easily ruin his reign in hell.
A whistle (Lucifer's, of course) can be heard along with a sneer (probably Michael's).
"There are four of us." This time, Michael is the one to speak. "One is still alive and free."
"You should read the Bible again, boy." Lucifer chides.
Sam hisses and turns around to leave.
"Frigging Archangel! Isn't the Trickster bad enough?" Dean slams his hands on the table, breaking it into two.
"Calm down Dean. We have to deal with the Archangel first. Trickster can be dealt with later." Sam speaks. Not even look up from the book he is reading.
"Sam! Do you know that by the time that you went chatting with the assholes in the Cage, Loki came to attack us? He killed lots of our elite demons and nearly killed Castiel!" Dean yells. "Look out the window, your highness! The Trickster has destroyed almost half of Hell by himself and you said that he can be dealt with later?"
Sam groans in irritation and looks out the window. Yeah, the scene truly makes him worried. Broken walls, collapsed building, sulfuric smell from demons' rotten corpses lingering in his sight. The Trickster must have brought a large army with him during the raid...
"He came all alone." Dean hisses. "Alone, I emphasise that."
"Impossible... How could a pagan god inflict such devastating damage by himself alone?" Sam gasps in awe. This is beyond expectation.
"I think it's time to end this frigging Trickster's life. Warring with us is not a great deal, but he has hurt Castiel. The next time I see him, I will sure banish him from existence." Dean hisses angrily, kicking a chair to the wall.
Sam waves his hand, ignorantly. "Sure, just torture and kill him as you want. I have an Archangel to research about."
Dean huffs then walks out of the library. Sam continues his research until he comes across a name.
GABRIEL, Messenger of the Lord, Archangel of Punishment and Vengeance.
"Gabriel..." Sam tries to imagine the Archangel with six golden brown wings, carrying a horn, a lily, a lantern, a scroll and a scepter. Such a beautiful being, in comparison to Lucifer, Gabriel may be a lot more handsome.
Sam shakes the pervert thought out of his mind. The Archangel is definitely an enemy, Sam reminds himself, there is no place for love here. Besides. Sam has already had an affair for the Trickster.
Wait a minute. He has just given Dean the permission to kill the Trickster. If Dean truly kills Loki, who will be Sam's consort? This is going to be a pain in the neck sooner or later. He wants to call Dean back and take back the permission but suddenly, a new idea comes to his mind.
Dean and Castiel have been a couple for years before they both come to Hell. The problem is that Dean has got Castiel, an Angel and a so pure being, as his mate. That makes Sam jealous from the very beginning.
Now Sam has found that there is still one living Archangel. He will sure not kill the last strongest celestial being on Earth but he will make Archangel Gabriel his consort.
That leads to a brand new plan.
Gabriel regains consciousness after how long he doesn't know. But when he wakes up, he finds himself tucked in a warm blanket. He wriggles out of the cover and sits down, head still spinning around.
"Father, don't move so hard. You're still weak." A woman's voice rises in the room.
Gabriel looks towards the source of the voice and is very surprised when he sees a cloaked being standing at the kitchen stove. He tries to figure out who it is then it dawns on him.
Hel.
"Hello, daughter." Gabriel-Loki speaks his greeting, feeling awkward. "Why are you here?"
"You nearly died from your inflamed wound, dad. If I didn't come, you may now be in grave." Hel snorts while carrying a dish full of pancakes over to Gabriel and places it on the nightstand.
Gabriel nods his understand and stares at the pancake dish. Suddenly, he feels something isn't right.
"Wait... How did you come into this bunker? It's supernatural proofed, you know..." He looks at Hel with distrust eyes.
"This place just blocks demons, angels, ghosts and weak pagan gods." Hel turns to face Gabriel, her half rotten face can be seen under the hood. "You, I, big brother Fenrir, big brother Jormundgan and big sister Sleipnir are free to access it, you know, we have your Grace."
Gabriel finally relaxes and breathes out in relief.
"Right, I'm sorry. I was too suspicious..." He runs his hand in his hair nervously. "You know, I have been on the run all those times before I settle down in this bunker..."
"If you want, I can call big brother Fenrir and big brother Jormundgan here to guard this place." Hel shrugs. "After all, I also don't like the way that Sam Winchester got to rule Hell... He has released the Horsemen out, now humans are dying in large number everyday..."
"Right..." Gabriel desperately palms his face. He has foreseen this fucking situation. Every supernatural beings know how powerful human soul is. Hell and Heaven are two main harvesters of human souls. The endless conflict between Heaven and Hell, after all, began with the scramble for human souls. When Sam released the Horsemen, he must have planned on taking more human souls to Hell. With more souls, Hell can easily overpower Heaven with the least effort.
Gabriel sighs then looks up, smiling at Hel.
"Hey, kiddo. I know that this may be quite a shocking decision but, I have to tell you."
Hel tilts her head a little in confusion.
"I need you to go get your siblings, honey. We are not going to deal with the King of Hell." Gabriel smiles sadly. "I will deal with him myself."
"Father! You can't! This is..."
Gabriel stops Hel before she could say anything more and sighs. "I know. I know what you mean, Hel. But I accept it, it's the only way. Don't worry for me, Hel."
Hel frowns and is ready to speak back but after a thought, she nods silently.
"Thank you, Hel. I know I could count on you." Gabriel smiles and gently pats Hel on her shoulder like the way Loki had to her when she was young.
Hel nods. "Then... Goodbye and good luck to you, Father."
Gabriel smiles, closing his eyes. Hel was gone by the time he opens his eyes.