A/N – Sorry for the long delay in an update. I have been busy and I had to figure out just where I was going with this.


Saving Sam
Chapter 10

Two months ago

"Does that sound like somebody saying "No. Wait. Stop" Dean asked Sam after a loud crack of thunder coincidently boomed at the exact moment he hit the red clay block with the hammer. Thanks to Charlie they had been able to find out what Dick Roman had been looking for, now they just had to figure out what exactly it was. Outside the storm brewed and churned showing no signs of letting up.

"Yeah, Dean, it does." Sam eyed his brother as he listened to the angry storm brewing; he found it unnerving that the booms of thunder matched his brothers hammer strikes. Whatever this thing was they had to figure it out and keep it away from Dick.

"Oh Well" He took another swing, causing another loud boom, succeeding in breaking off a small chunk of clay. A second swing caused the clay to crumble, revealing a slab of rock covered in unknown scribbles. "Wait, is that writing?"

"Maybe Gabriel will know more about it. We should get some sleep; it will be a long drive back to the cabin." Sam's eyes lingered on the stone tablet as he made his way towards the makeshift bedding that they carried in from the car. He was about to lay down when his cellphone burst into song, speak of the angel, Sam flipped open the phone. "Yeah?"

"Sam, he's awake. Did you take care of the hard drive thing?"

"What? When? Yeah we were able to take care of the drive and we even found out what Dick was after."

"Just a few moments ago, there was a loud crack of thunder and then he just sat up. you two should get back as soon as possible."

The phone fell silent as the angel ended the call, not giving the sleepy hunter a chance to ask for sleep first, Dean shot his brother a questioning look. Sam just closed the phone and shook his head as he relayed the message to the equally as tired hunter. It took them a few minutes to pack up their stuff and pile into the random nondescript car they decided would serve their purpose.

The two were trying to decide who would take the first shift of driving, while the other slept, and it wasn't long before dean pulled the older brother card. Sam slid into the driver's seat and hot wired the car, bitch face number 3 plastered on his face, as he ignored the gloating dean settling down in the seat beside him,

"Bitch"

"Jerk"

Very few words other than those were spoken throughout the long trip the cabin that had become somewhat of a safe place to the brothers and their angels.

"Of course it makes much more sense now. I could have guessed it would be the pair of you to unearth the word of God" Castiel spoke to the hunters that sat on the couch of the small wooden cabin that they were currently holed up in. "Pull my finger Dean"

"What?" Dean looked at the angel in front of him, Cas merely repeated his request, and with hesitation Dean reached out and pulled the Angel's finger. Every light in the cabin shattered into tiny pieces as the angel in question started to giggle. Since when did Cas giggle?

It was shortly after this point that we met one Kevin Tram. He's in Advanced Placement, oh and a Keeper of the Word. Turns out the slab of rock that held the word of God was a "How to kill Dick" recipe.

"Waste not thy time nor your breath upon the leviathan herd. Point thy blade at the heart of their master, for from him springs all their messages. Leviathan cannot be slain but by a bone of a righteous mortal, as light and good as the Leviathan are hungry and dark, washed in the three bloods of the fallen: a Fallen Angel, the ruler of Fallen Humanity and a father of Fallen Beasts"


Over the next two weeks Sam and Dean worked toward gathering the materials to make the weapon that would cut the head of Leviathan problem off. First they obtained blood from Castiel, angel of the lord turned God and currently the resident crazy person, he was about as fallen as an angel could get without being Lucifer.

Next the boys track down the last remaining alpha in existence, the alpha vampire, and convince him to help them. It was during this time that they found out that the Leviathans were trying to make humans poison to any other creatures who might wish to feed on them. A short meeting with Edgar, one of Dick's right hand chompers, confirmed that Dick had no intention of revising their additive formula.

Crowley, as king of Hell, was the obvious choice for the ruler of fallen humanity; however, he refused to hand over his blood until the very last. Apparently there were a number of spells that required his blood that he was weary about handing over something like that until it was necessary. That just left the bone of a righteous mortal.

Sam and Dean found themselves in the crypts of a nunnery, taking turns reading off names of nuns whom they felt might fit the bill. They decided on one Sister Mary Constant, who died at a ripe old age a righteous person, and retrieved a bone from her crypt in the convent's mausoleum. All they had to do now was to get the last vial of blood from Crowley, who for some reason or another had not come when Sam dropped the match into the bowl to complete the ritual.

It wasn't until a number of hours later that the demon king showed up telling the group that he had just made a deal with the Leviathans. Dean eyed the demon trying to figure out if he could trust the origin of the blood in the vial held out to him, would Crowley help them or double cross them? Sam decided that of the two choices that the leviathans were probably the demon king's bigger problem, so the brothers prepared the weapon.

"Did it work?" Dean opened one eye, he had closed them in anticipation of some indication that the ritual had worked and they had the weapon that would end Dick once and for all. Dean had expected some sound or smoke hell he would have taken more lightning and thunder… just some sign it worked.

"I hope so; we'll only have one try at this." Dean glanced up from the blood covered bone to face his brother.

One try was all they got, the brothers and their angel counterparts cornered Dick in the labs, but as tradition showed it didn't quite go as any of them expected. Dean stabbed Dick in the chest with a fake bone and while he was distracted Castiel stabbed him with the real weapon. Energy pulsed around Dick, a few moments pass and then dick finally explodes in a mess of black goo. Gabriel used his body to shield the younger Winchester from the projectile goo, when they looked to see the scene made Sam's blood run cold.

"That bone has a bit of a kick. God weapons often do. You should put a warning on the box." The voice came from behind the pair, causing them to turn to see the cocky demon standing by the door. "You got what you wanted – Dick's dead, saved the world. Sorry, moose. Wish I could help. You certainly got a lot on your plate right now." As quickly as he appeared Crowley disappeared.

"They're gone Gabe… Gone! Where are they? Are they…" Sam had turned back to face the spot that his brother and friend stood minutes ago, panic welled up inside of him.

"Don't even go there Sammy, you know they are going to come back to us. I will find them, I promise you." Gabriel pulled the hunter into his arms; Sam buried his face in the shorter man's neck. Gabriel snaps his fingers and the pair returned to their motel room, he made a mental note to go back for the Impala once the hunter was asleep.


Present day

Murmurs of a voice nearby, closer and clearer than those that filled the crowded bar, pulled the man back to reality, he shifted his gaze from the amber colored liquor that filled his glass towards the owner of the voice.

"What?" his voice was broken and raw, as if the very word itself had had to claw its way from the young man's throat. The bartender asked his question again, picking up on the aura sadness wafting off of the man in waves.

"What brings you here, Sir, care to talk about it?" the man repeated as he cleaned the surface of the bar, watching the man in front of him takes another swig of his poison of choice.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but it boils down to everyone I've ever loved or cared for is gone." Sam pauses to take a bit more of the amber liquid into his mouth and allowing it to burn the entire way down. "The one man that wasn't taken from me, well he just abandoned me when I needed him the most."

"Tell me what happened. It helps to talk about things like that." The bartender refilled the glass in front of him as the hazel man sighed. Sam was debating, did he want to tell his story or did he want to just return to his motel room, the same one he had shared with Gabriel up until their run in with Dick. He downed the glass of whiskey, placed a few bills on the bar top and left, the bartender just shook his head as he watched the man leave.

The pouring rain didn't bother him, as he crossed the parking lot towards the shabby sketchy motel room that he had been staying in for the last few weeks. He lingered for a moment as he passed the black Impala that meant so much to his brother; it was his Baby, now it was smashed and broken. He had been trying to repair the major damage to it, replacing the windshield and whatnot, but he knew that if… when Dean came back he would insist on bringing the car to its former glory.

He fished the motel room key from his pocket, a simple task but the alcohol addled his brain, and stumbled into the dark room. He half expected that all of this was just some horrible dream and he would open the door to find his family sitting in the motel room waiting for him. Or at the very least he wanted to see his missing archangel had returned. He closed the door behind him, neither of the things he wanted to be true were.

A sigh passes the tall hunter's lips as he makes his way over to the bed and flops down onto it face first, trying to ignore the fact that the bed seemed to feel like it were spinning, maybe he would wake up from the nightmare this time.

Amber eyes watched the tall hunter, who was a mere shell of his former self, from where he stood. The hunter couldn't have seen Gabriel if he had tried, his grace cloaked him from the human eye, the angel wouldn't have come if it had been otherwise. He was a coward, he didn't want to cause the man anymore heartache until he was able to find answers about their brothers whereabouts. He just hoped that the hunter could keep himself together long enough for Gabriel to return.


"Cas? Cas! There you are, are you alright? Where are we?" The questions and confusion flowed from the hunter, last thing he remembered he was ganking one Dick Roman and now he was standing in a very dark creepy looking forest. He was glad that he hadn't awoken alone because he knew that he would have freaked out, not that he was any less freaked currently, but having an angel in your corner is always a plus.

"Where would *he* go in death, Dean? Every soul here is a monster. This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity." Cas could feel the eyes of the numerous beasts that were likely to be circling them. He halfway heard Dean's question about how to get out of here and back to their world. "I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds."

"Yes, I think we'd better…" the hunter's words were cut off by the flutter of wings signaling that the angel had vanished off somewhere leaving the hunter alone. Great just when he really needed the angel to man up and fight he bails. "Cas?"


A/N- So I decided to catch up to the end of season 7, Sam is alone, Gabe is searching for something, Dean is in purgatory and Cas is… well Cas is hiding somewhere in purgatory.