"Gabriel," a deep voice boomed, echoing around and filling his ears. An ache exploded within his head spreading like cracks in a mirror, beginning at the nape all the way to his temples. Gabriel snapped his hands to his head and curled up in a fetal position, moaning in a low undertone. A pair of hands grasped him and lifted him onto one of the twin beds. His head lay down on the soft pillow, and jets of pain shot through him.
"What are we going to do, Cas?" Dean's voiced pierced his ears, causing them to ring and a moan to slip from his lips. "He seems to have fainted after he had his outburst. When he wailed he sent a shockwave out, and depleted himself of all his strength. He should be fine within a few hours," Castiel said all at once, his voice cracking.
Gabriel took a chance and squinted, opening his eyes barely and inch, a harsh light penetrating his eyes. "Turn off that light!" He whined moving his hand to cover his eyes. "Sammy, the lamp." Dean instructed. The light was expelled and the room was plunged into darkness.
This is your chance, nobody can see. You were told to get rid of them. So do so. Gabriel thought. His mind raced, and his conscience raged. The voice of Lucifer egged him on, encouraging him, while the voice of Michael told him to leave now. He had already betrayed his family; he didn't need to betray the Winchesters as well. The voice of Michael in his conscience was just as condescending as his actual brother.
"Stop… Telling me… What… To… Do…" Gabriel whispered between breaths. "Gabriel, nobody has spoken for several minutes," Castiel said, confusion encircling his words. "It's Michael… and Lucifer," Gabriel said through gritted teeth, venom dripping from his tone. "They're in my head. My conscience speaks in their voices."
"Woah, woah woah. You're telling me that you hear your brothers' voices in your head as you conscience?" Dean said, throwing his hands in the air and walking away, ruffling his hair as he went. "This is too much for me…" He mumbled. "Why do you hear their voices, Gabriel? Why do you hear your conscience right now? At this moment?" Sam asked his tone swaying from worried to infuriated. "Because of why I was sent here," Gabriel spat out defiantly. This was definitely not how he wanted to do his job. "Why were you sent here?" Castiel roared.
"I was sent to kill the Winchesters," Gabriel said sitting up.
"Room for one more troubled soul?" A voice thick with an English accent laughed. "Oh, Gabriel, tsk tsk tsk. You have not done your job."