A/N – Same as usual (Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural or any of the Characters.) Also I would like to say that I am happy that mu muse is still going strong. Hopefully I can keep this pace as the story progresses. I am aware that there is much more Sabriel fluff than there is Destial fluff. But I am working on that lol.


Saving Sam
Chapter 3

Dean entered the diner, intent on finding a secluded corner, and then he noticed someone sitting in the booth in front of him. He quickened his pace as he went toward the man sitting there, he knew him and he needed to speak to him.

"Gabriel, Where is my brother?" Dean all but growled to the man once he had made it to the booth the archangel occupied.

"Oh Hey Deano. Don't worry; you'll see your brother soon. We should arrive later today. Please sit Dean we should talk." He motioned to the seat in front of him and with a snap of his finger there was a slice of glorious pie waiting for Dean.

"Like I would eat anything you gave me, I'm not stupid." Dean spat as he sat down in front of the man that kept his brother captive.

"Captive? I saved Sam. Plus this is your dream, noting here will hurt you. Also I promised to play nice." The last part came out with a slight grumble. Another snap of his finger and a piece of unwrapped candy appeared in his hand, which he then popped into his mouth.

"You promised? What game are you playing at Gabriel?" Dean eyes the pie on the table cautiously, it did look tempting, but could he trust the Trickster?

"I promised Sam I would do no harm to you. No tricks." He could tell that he'd have a time winning over the older Winchester, even with the earned trust of the younger.

"What is Sam to you? In the past we were just playthings for your brothers, what's changed. Why do you care about Lucifer's broken toy?" Dean eyed the pie again; the smell was divine, before picking up the fork and taking a bite. This was the single most delicious pie he had ever tasted; now he was pretty sure it was just a dream, because pies don't taste like that in reality.

"Let's see how I can explain this. Sam is to me as you are to Cas. Cas and you have a bond and so do Sam and I. I want to protect him because I have this deep desire to, I felt him almost die and it's a feeling I never want to have again. Father help me if someone did manage to hurt Sam there isn't a force in Heaven or Hell that could stop me." He clinched his fist under the table as he spoke, the thought of Sam being hurt brought out this intense protective side of him.

"Whoa calm down there featherbrain. I believe you. Sorta. Let me wake up so I can see my Brother." Dean met the angel's eyes for a moment, noting the emotion that emanated from them, was that Love?

Gabriel just snapped his fingers and Dean found himself waking up, back in the dingy motel room that he and Cas had been sharing.


"Cas! I just have the craziest dream. There was pie that tasted like heaven. Oh and I think Gabriel is in love with my brother." Dean knew that Cas was not asleep, angels didn't need sleep so usually Cas just sat there.

"I told you he was safe." The angel just watched his human in the dark.

"They will come today. Sammy is coming today!" Dean all but jumped out of bed.


Sam had woken up an hour ago; feeling like all he ever does recently is sleep, so he decided to explore the room again. He took in the details of the furniture; the headboard on the bed was made of dark wood but was beautifully carved in Celtic designs.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Sam was startled by the sudden voice behind him, he hadn't notice that the angel had reappeared much less was watching him.

"Oh uh, Yeah. Celtic knot work is quite pretty and this is very well crafted." Sam turned to face Gabriel before thinking to himself 'When can we go to Dean?'

"I just came back from Dean's dream; You know he dreams of Pie? Odd. We can leave now if you'd like. They should be expecting us." Gabriel moved toward Sam, who had nodded in response to his statement about leaving. He put a firm hand on the taller man's shoulder and snapped his fingers.

Sam had closed his eyes for the journey, knowing that he would probably regret not doing so, since angels move from place to place at an extreme speed.

"Sammy? Oh god Sammy you're back" as soon as he had heard the words spoken he barely had time to open his eyes before his brother all but tackled him in a hug.

"Dean I've miss you. God you look awful. Have you been drinking the entire time I've been gone? Has he Cas?" His glance went from his brother to Castiel, who broke him in the first place, who was not meeting his glare.

"Yes, Sam. He thought he had lost you and therefor he had nothing left to lose. So he drank every night until I had to drag him home." Cas merely stated.

Anger rose up in Sam's chest as he pulled himself from Deans grasp, He walked toward the angel who had betrayed him. Fury filled him as he drew back and punched Cas as hard as he could. He would have done it again and again if his brother wasn't currently attempting to drag him away from the confused angel.

"Sam! What the hell man? Why would you hit Cas?" Dean asked his brother who was still struggling against his grip.

"Dean let me go, that bastard broke my mind remember? He betrayed us, why can't you see that!" His anger turned to sadness as he continued to struggle.

"Sammy listen to me. I can't pretend to understand why Cas did what he did but he's beat himself up about that since he regained his memories. Will you just listen to him?" He felt his brothers struggling lessen as the taller man tired. The angel in question watched Sam for a response, Sam merely nodded, tears threatened to spill as he looked at Castiel with questioning and hurt eyes.

"Sam, I was confused. I thought I was doing the right thing because I didn't want to hurt either of you, now I see that I was wrong and for that I am sorry. Even angels make mistakes. I was coming to save you from your hallucinations, the day that Gabriel saved you; I was coming to atone for what I had done. But alas my brother beat me there." Cas kept his eyes focused on the ground, not wanting to look at the boy whom he had hurt so much.

"You wouldn't have broken Dean's mind, just mine." Sam said just above a whisper, sadness filled his voice.

"I'm sorry Sam" Cas spoke just before vanishing in a flutter of wings.

"Here Sammy, let's get you lying down. Come on." Dean led his brother to the bed furthest from the door and made him sit down.

"Not tired Dean" Sam spoke, not looking at him.

"At least let me see your hand then. What were you thinking hitting an Angel? Don't you know it'd only be like losing to a brick wall? Let me go get the first aid, sit tight Sam" Dean got up and headed into the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. When he returned he stopped at the bathroom door to watch what was going on.

Gabriel had watched the entire scene, he felt bad for Cas, but all he wanted to do was to hug Sam close and calm him. Unfortunately Dean had beaten him to Sam, which is why when Dean went to get the first aid kit he took his place next to his human.

"How's is your hand, Sam" Gabriel eyed the bleeding and bruised hand of his companion.

"it'sok" Sam continued to stare at the other bed in the room.

"Liar, Let me see it." He waited until Sam brought up his hand so that he could see it. With a snap of his fingers the hand was healed.

"You didn't have to do that you know?" Sam met the amber eyes looking at him with concern, a small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he leaned against the man's chest. Warmth filled him as he felt strong arms encircling him, for the moment he forgot about everything that had happened, and he felt himself drift off to sleep.

'Well I'll be damned, you do care Gabriel' Dean thought to himself as he returned the first aid to the cabinet in the bathroom. He eyed the pair on the bed as he reentered the main room.

"Gabriel I have to go find Cas, you don't go disappearing with my brother again, ok?" His words were quiet as to not wake his sleeping brother. Gabriel merely nodded as he watched Dean leave the motel room.


"Cas! Come on Cas. Where are you?" Dean called out knowing that his feathered friend would hear him.

"Dean, my vessel, it's leaking." Cas appeared behind Dean with tears in his eyes, Dean turned at the sound of the voice only to meet the tear filled eyes.

"Cas, those are tears. You're not leaking... Well you are but it's alright." Dean fought back a laugh.

"How is Sam's hand?" Cas still didn't understand the tears, having never experienced them before.

"Well I was going to patch him up but Gabriel seems to have gained Sam's trust. If I wouldn't have seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed that Gabriel was capable of caring. But Sam was asleep in his arms. It made me slightly uncomfortable, but Sam looked peaceful." Dean remembered how right the two of them had looked.

"Do you think Sam will ever forgive me?" Cas shifted his gaze to the ground.

"I'm sure he will come around, Cas. Just give him time… he only just found out you were alive." Dean let his hand rest on the sad angel's shoulder.

"Gabriel might be able to help us with the Leviathan problem. I know my Father had Metatron , the Scribe of Heaven, to write every creature my Father every created." Cas met Dean's eyes, knowing that he would find some pain in them at the mention of the Leviathans. They all missed Bobby and Cas knew that he had been like a father to the Winchester boys.

"Metatron? You think he told Gabriel how to gank Dick Roman?" This might be the second best news Dean had heard all day.

"Well it is a possibility; Gabriel was the messenger of heaven before he left. And Metatron wasn't always an angel. He was once a human named Enoch, a prophet." Cas kept his eyes on Dean, he liked seeing his human happy.

"You know Deano, if you had planned on talking about me you should have at least invited me to your little shindig with my brother here." Gabriel appeared behind the pair, startling Dean and only a glance from Cas.

"You were, uh, occupied. Do you know how to kill the Leviathans?" Dean eyed the Trickster.

"Leviathans…. Oh let me see…. I know this one. Has something to do with blood of the fallen three…" Gabriel all but growled when he was unable to recall what was to be done with the blood, he knew he had heard about it at some point but it was hard to recall.

"Care to elaborate?" Dean questioned the aggravated archangel.

"You try living for as long as I have and see if you can remember every single detail of everything you ever heard from you Father." He snapped his fingers and disappeared.

"Man what got his feathers in a bunch. Come on, let's get back to the room, I can use some sleep." Dean started toward the motel room, Cas following behind him. Dean opened the door to the room only to find Gabriel, sitting on the side of Sam's bed.

"I thought you left?" Dean questioned as he made his way to his bed.

"Sam was having a nightmare, my Grace drives them away." Gabriel didn't look up from the sleeping man beside him; he bushed the hair from the sleeping form's face.

"This will take a while to get used to." Dean climbed into his bed and attempted sleep, but first he decided that the next day they would try to find a job to work. He had been in this town for far too long, he needed to put road between them and this motel room. He was just happy to have Sammy back in one piece, even if he came with his very own guardian angel, and with that he drifted off to sleep to dream of Pie.


A/N – Thanks to those of you who have reviewed thus far. Each and every one of them makes my day.
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Murphy9202 – Thanks, I plan on meshing out a chapter as fast as possible, providing my muse is feeling cooperative.
BloodyRosie – I was trying for a very Sam like mental rant and it just seemed very natural in my opinion. I'm glad you liked it.