He has sworn to finish Sam's reign this time. Or never.
He doesn't hesitate when he sends a strong ray of purifying light over the group of demons, banishing them from existence in an eye's blink. Hell hounds rush at him, attempting to tear his body apart with their giant fangs and jaws. He dodges their strikes with ease and slams Michael's Shield into their heads, breaking their skulls. The damn fire imps are the pains in the ass. They shoot fireballs at him, which hurt like Hell and the fact that they are fast makes the situation worse. Gabriel had to use Rafael's staff to heal his vessel almost continuously. Lately, he finds that apart from celestial power, low-temperature water can kill those assholes too, so, he floods the battlefield with a great icy tsunami, sweeping all the fire imps away.
Gargoyles hovers around above his head, sometimes strikes down at him to put surprise to the fight. Gabriel-Loki has to shoot them down with Artemis's bow (he doesn't figure out how Balthazar stole this, but it is very useful) and slice off their heads with his Archangel Blade. Hydras come into battle too, but they are quite pieces of cake. A rain of volcano rocks and they are all gone.
He has past so many doors. Thinking of it, he feels like Alice in Fucked-up Land. Only that there has no White Rabbit, fucking rabbit.
He stands in front of the castle gate, bracing himself for the oncoming army of Hell.
What surprises him is that only Dean, the Torturer of Hell, comes out.
They dance the dance of war, of blood and of death.
Dean fights with every hatred he has towards the Trickster after what Loki did to Castiel.
Gabriel fights with his hope for a change of the tide, his hope that he could pull the Winchesters and Castiel out of Hell.
Gabriel may be strong, but Dean is no longer a mere human. Both of them get injured heavily in the one versus one battle. Gabriel gets more than just one slashed over his body and nearly has his neck sliced. Dean is stabbed hard and deep in the abdomen, chest and shoulders. Their blood spills all over the volcanic ground. This fight, Gabriel guesses, could last forever.
Until Sam interferes.
"I thought you wanted me, Sam." He says with bitterly mocking tone. "I see that you just want me dead."
"I have never stopped wanting to have you, Trickster. But you have brought the death penalty to yourself..." Sam sighs, showing some pity on his puppy face. "I can't allow you to destroy Hell. But you keep on raiding us... This is my last resort. I'm sorry."
"Stop making that goddamn puppy face, Sammy. There is nothing for us to regret. If I cannot stop you here, I'd rather suicide. Because there is no more purposes for me to keep on living." Gabriel smiles, his face still as bold as ever.
Sam nods and turns away.
"You can finish him, Dean. Revenge for Castiel."
Dean roars and rushes at Gabriel, raising the First Blade in an attacking position.
Gabriel only smirks and lets his Grace burst out in full power , his six golden brown wings spurt out from his shoulderblades, blocking Dean's attack before blowing Dean to the castle's wall.
Time seems to stop to the King of Hell when he turns to see what happened.
Six golden brown wings, glowing golden eyes. Hand holding an Archangel Blade, he who carries the Horn of Truth, the Scroll of the Messenger, the Lily of Purity and the Lantern of Wayleading.
He, who has been Loki the Trickster pagan god, is the last Archangel freely roaming the Earth.
"Gabriel..." Sam's breath hitches hard as he speaks out the name.
"I wish this is just a TV series, Sam. Simple story, easy answer..." Gabriel stood on his tip toes, using his wings to balance. "But it isn't... This is real..."
"We can stop it... Loki, uh... Gabriel..." Sam stammers, his tongue stuck to his jaw. "We don't have to go this way..."
Gabriel cocks a brow before his lips curl into a smirk. "It's too late for anything, Sam. I have dreamt of a future that we can be together. A peaceful future... But all my dreams have crumbled the day you stepped onto that throne..."
Sam stays speechless. He has always had an Archangel by his side. He has always been in the care of one of the most powerful celestial things in the universe. And what had he done?
Hadn't he destroyed his own dream as well?
"And my sweet dream has slowly turned into nightmare when you keep on staying on that throne. My words have no weight on you, do they?" Gabriel bitterly snorts, still focusing his gaze on Sam. "I want my sleep to be over, Sam. I want to wake up from the nightmare, which is suffocating me..."
Sam's eyes widen as he sees Gabriel vanishes in an eye's blink. He gasps when he feels the Archangel's presence right behind him.
"I'm sorry, Sammy. You left me no other choice..." Gabriel whispers to Sam's ear, his voice is as smooth as the finest silk but Sam could feels the venom in it.
Time stops again. Everything looks like a super slow motion.
Gabriel soars the Archangel Blade out of his sleeve, thrusting it towards Sam's heart. Sam turns round in order to dodge the strike, however Gabriel didn't miss the target. Sam gasps in panic and puts his hands onto Gabriel's, using all his strength to jerk Gabriel's hands and the Blade out.
A single of drop of tear falls onto Gabriel's hand, making him flinch. Demons have no tear. Only human can cry. Sam is crying. That means he is still human somehow.
"Sam...? Sammy Moose...?" Gabriel stares at what he has done with shock, he quickly jerks his hands away. "What have I done...?"
Sam coughs up blood as he tries to pull the Blade out of his chest. He successes though.
"It's okay, Loki... No, Gabriel... It's okay..." Sam breathes heavily, clutching his wound.
Gabriel's mental world is on war. Half of him wants to finish Sam right now so that there is no more King of Hell. The other half of him wants to rush to Sam and heals him.
His mind is full of punishment, vengeance, anger and hatred while his heart is aching with worry, forgiveness, happiness and love.
The conflict between his mind and his heart gets more and more violent when he notices Sam staring at him with teary puppy eyes.
Damn it, Sam! Stop making me feel like this! Damn it! Why can't I decide what to do when you look at me like that? Stop it, Sam! Stop!
"Gabe... I know I have been wrong all the way long..." Sam winces in pain. "I don't deserve your forgiveness... But I want you to know that... I love you..."
Gabriel gasps hard. All the feelings of punishment, vengeance and anger vanish in a second. He has rushed over to Sam even before he knows he does that.
"Sammy... Look at me..." He holds Sam's face gently, their eyes meet. "You will be okay... You will be okay, Samsquatch..." He speaks as he moves one of his hand to Sam's chest, over the wound, and uses his Grace to mend the wound until he finds it fully healed.
A soft smile appears on Sam's face as Gabriel then pulls him into a tight embrace. Sam hugs back, pulling the Archangel close.
"I... I forgive you, Sam... I forgive you now..." Gabriel sniffs, his vessel's eyes are full of tears. "Let's restart everything... "
'Run Gabriel! Run away!' A voice pops up in his head.
'It's a trap! He is trapping you, Gabriel!' Another voice pops up.
He finds those voices familiar somehow.
'Run now! There is no time to consider!' The first voice continues.
Michael?
'You idiot! He is pretending! He isn't wounded!' Comes the second voice.
Lucifer?
Gabriel startles and jerks himself away from Sam.
He couldn't.
Sam's arms tighten around his torso and back, keeping him in place. He freaks out and tries to grasp his Archangel Blade but Sam kicks the Blade away from his reach.
"No, Gabriel dear. No more weapon." A dark smirk appears on the taller man's lip, making Gabriel flinch then shiver. "I'm not going to let you attack me again..."
"Shit..." Is all the Archangel can breath out before he feels something snaps around his neck then his Grace is locked away from him. He chokes hard, knowing it is too late to run.
"You know, though you look like a hard-to-play guy at the first look, you are actually soft and sentimental insides. You trust people too easily, Gabriel..." The Boy King of Hell has returned and is now petting Gabriel tenderly. "And I like it in you."
Gabriel groans as he tries to pull the collar off in vain. He should have foreseen this frigging possibility, yet, he didn't see it coming. What infuriates him more is that Sam pulls him even closer and nuzzled the crook of his neck.
"Fuck you, Sam... " He hisses angrily, squirming hard against the other man. "You tricked me!"
"Ironic, right?" Sam chuckles. "No matter what you are, Trickster Loki or Archangel Gabriel, you are still too naive. I believe that you had never laid down in bed with a real woman, or if you had, they dominated you. Kali is an example."
Gabriel feels his face gets reddened by both anger and embarrassment. He struggles even harder, pushing and kicking at Sam. "Let go of me, you dickhead! Let me go!"
"Aww, you are so cute." Sam laughs in amusement as he stands up on his full height, lifting the short Archangel off the ground. "Just so you know, Gabe, I like the way you speak dirty, it's quite interesting."
Gabriel feels utterly lack of strength. He groans in discomfort as Sam flings him above the shoulder, holding him by the waist. His wings are now useless, they can flap but no longer can fly. The collar on his neck must have been carved with Enochian sigils that it completely blocks his Grace and power away. The problem is that, without angelic or Trickster power, he is totally weak. His one and only vessel is obviously not strong enough to wrestle with the Gigantor Sam Winchester. Of course, Father created him to be a Messenger, not a Warrior like Michael or a General like Lucifer, Messenger doesn't need to be huge or strong, they need to be quick and wit. Now speed and intelligence have no use in this situation.
So in the end, he is totally fucked up.
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"You are going to keep him, huh?" Dean's voice can be heard outside the room.
"I am. I have first told you that I will make the Trickster my consort, but then you are too eager to kill him and I decide to capture the Archangel. Now the Trickster turns out to be the Archangel, I will keep him to me." Sam's voice is outside as well.
Gabriel blankly stares at the door of the room where he is kept. A bedroom, Sam's bedroom for exact. Sam has publicly announced his decision to make Gabriel his consort among the the demons so the fact that Gabriel is in Sam's bedroom isn't something unexplainable. Gabriel wonders how long he has been here, maybe just a couple of hours but he feels like a century has past. He has tried yanking the chains attached to his collar, sometimes trying to cut it but both the chains and the collar didn't budge even a little. The best thing he did the time he was thrown in here was break the windows and make Sam's ears bleed with his terribly high and loud screech. Gabriel, after all, is the Messenger of God, he needs to have a strong, clear and loud voice to carry his work. Sometimes, he uses that voice to injure his enemy's ears and brain (effectively though). And he did use that voice to damage Sam, though in the end, Sam healed himself and clipped his vocal cord so that he can no longer screech out like that. Sam clipped his wings as well, making him unable to fly. Gabriel bitterly recalls the memory.
"Well, then make sure that he doesn't destroy any things more. He nearly drove me mad in that fight." Dean disdainfully scoffs and Gabriel could hear footsteps away. Dean has gone.
The door bursts open and Sam steps into the room. Gabriel has to restrain the urge to yell at him to leave .
"Gabe, how are you doing?" The Boy King of Hell smiles at him tenderly, showing care in the way he speaks.
"Fuck off." Gabriel hisses and turns away, not wanting to look at Sam.
For a moment, the room is filled with silence. No asking, teasing or cursing at each other. Just complete silence.
Gabriel isn't surprised when Sam is the one that breaks the silence.
"You know, Gabriel. I learnt a lot of things from Lucifer and Michael. Especially when they cursed me for enslaving their little brother..." Sam huffs, trailing towards Gabriel with featherly light steps.
Gabriel scoffs. "Then I think you should release me now, shouldn't you?"
Sam's hand sets on his shoulder, and Sam's nose is right next to his ear. "No, of course, no. The way they react only strengthens my belief. You was their little brother, and to them, you were born to be kept as pet and domesticated."
Gabriel stays speechless, his body stills hard. Sam continues with a smirk, ignoring Gabriel's reaction.
"And I will do my best to treat you the way they did."