"Gabriel?" Sam breathed his eyes widening. He stood and grasped Gabriel in a tight hug, slouching slightly to hold him. Gabriel was so taken aback that he stood there frozen, only reaching up hesitantly to pat Sam's back. He had never had a hug before. Especially not by someone he was sent to murder.
Sam released him and stepped back, shock still painted all over his face. Dean had sat there awestruck, staring in silence while the small reunion went on. "Gabe, where in God's name have you been?!" Gabriel's eyes flashed black instinctively at the name of God, and Sam stepped back in astonishment. "WOAH. YOU'RE A DEMON?!" Dean yelled, rising to his feet and stepping toward Gabriel. "Back off, Beevus, I didn't choose to be this way," Gabriel said defensively. "I just woke up one day in my big bro Lucifer's dungeon as a demon,"
Dean knitted his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. He face molded into one he gets when the gears begin turning in his head, an explanation formulating. He began pacing heavily, each step echoing through the dead silent hotel room. Sam rested his elbow on his bouncing knee and chewed his thumb, a nervous habit he had developed ever since he had stopped drinking Demon Blood.
"How did you find us anyway?" Sam asked narrowing his eyes cocking his head to the side, "Did Crowley have something to do with this?" The venom in his tone reverberated around the room causing Gabe and Dean to both flinch. "Calm down, Moose," Gabriel started waving his hands in an attempt to soothe the tension when Dean cut him off screaming, "THAT'S THE NICKNAME CROWLEY CALLS SAM, GABRIEL!"
Sam stood up, rising to his full 6 feet 5 inches, towering over both of them. His face contorted into pure rage and through gritted teeth he said, "What does Crowley want with me?" Gabriel felt his head fill with a deep fog and his cheeks and ears burned a bright fiery red.
The familiar sound of fluttering wings filled the expanse of the room and Castiel appeared next to Dean. His eyes immediately darted to Gabriel and he stepped back in shock, his feet falling out from under him. Dean instinctively reached down to catch him, hoisting back to a standing position before he hit the ground. "Cas, you okay?" Dean asked holding Cas in front of him. Castiel ignored him, staring instead at Gabriel whose eyebrows knitted together and his face twisted into agony. He could feel the pain of his brother seeing him in his heart, spreading throughout his body. "Gabriel… Wh-what happened…?" Cas asked his voice catching in his throat. Gabriel stared at the ground, tears welling in his eyes and escaping over the edge. He had never wanted his brothers to see him this way, as an abomination. As a demon.
"I never wanted… None of this should have ever happened," Gabriel whispered, hatred for his father and for Lucifer and Michael bubbling up like an active volcano. He became so overwhelmed that he whipped his head to face the ceiling and let out an ear-splitting shriek. His eyes blazed black and Sam, Dean, and Cas were all thrown to the ground.
"I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS. I DID NOT WANT TO BECOME A DISGRACE TO MY FAMILY. I WAS AN ARCHANGEL!" Gabriel screamed, his voice shaking the room and tears streaming down his face in a never-ending current.
Even as a demon, he still had the power to feel.