A/N – So here we are, the last chapter ended with pretty much what happened in the Season 7 Finale. So this takes place after that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I'm simply borrowing the characters momentarily, I will return them.


Saving Sam
Chapter 11

He hated to see Sam hurting like this, the tall hunter was trying to hold his world together but within a very short time frame he lost so much. Bobby, who had been the boy's father figure when the Winchester patriarch was out hunting, had decided that it was time for them to send him to where he belonged. He had possessed a maid and almost killed Sam, who had been trying to stop the blinded ghost from getting the maid killed too.

Then there was the obvious loss of Dean Winchester, his brother with whom he had an unhealthy co-dependent relationship with, his loss hit Sam particularly hard. It wasn't like other times either, Sam would have made a deal with Hell to have Dean brought back, but the self-sacrificing hunter had tried that… the demons just weren't dealing with the depressed Winchester.

Sam felt guilty about Castiel, regretting allowing him to take on his pain and suffering from the cage. Where ever the pair went when they disappeared it was likely not a safe place, Dean would need 'Angel Cas' instead of 'Crazy Cas' and Sam couldn't help but to think that they might not survive because of his weakness.

But the thing that hit the hazel eyed hunter the hardest? Waking up to an empty motel room with no signs of his archangel, other than the bowl of sweets on the table and a handwritten note, that really left the boy utterly lost and empty. Went to look for Daddy and Metatron. That was shortly after they returned from Chicago.

Gabriel would visit the hunter when he could, but always invisible or in disguise, he didn't want to see the hurt in Sam's eyes when he would leave again. He was a coward but he wanted to save the hunter some heartache. He had heard every word that the hunter shouted out after he left… every curse and every begging pleading word, but he had to find out how to bring their brothers back from where they were whisked off to.


Sam was surprised to hear the cellphone in his pocket ringing, seeing as the majority of the people that would know his number was either dead or missing. The second set of ringing brought him from his musings; he dug the phone from his pocket noting the lack of the caller's identification on the screen. With a sharp exhale of breath, that he had not realized had been hitched in his throat, he flips open the phone.

"Hello?"

"Sam? I'm a friend of Bobby's I was hoping you and your brother could help me with a case. I'm sorry to hear about Bobby, he will be missed"

"Dean… is busy, but I can help you. What's the case? And how did you get this number?"

"I called Dean's phone first, no answer, then I called John's old phone and it gave me this number. There is a werewolf, at least I think it's a werewolf, and I can't pinpoint who it is to take care of the problem."

"Just send me your location and where you are staying and I'll head out."

"Red Oaks Motel, 7a, Lapeer, Michigan."

"I'll head out now, if it is a werewolf we don't have long before the full moon."

"See you soon Sam, and Thanks."

Odd, He did not remember their father's old phone giving out his number and he knew that he didn't change the voicemail message. Oh course what in his life wasn't odd nowadays, he quickly packed up their stuff to load into the Impala, and he placed the small bag containing Dean's processions in the trunk of the battered car. He was not looking forward to the trip, driving often left him trapped in his mind and here recently he felt like he were downing in there.


Gabriel was half a world away, working on a hunt of his own, trying to track down what few contacts he had kept since before he left heaven. Being a messenger of God had its perks but he knew that there would be a number of those who would be less than happy to see him. Two of the names on his to-do list would be harder to get to than the last; however, he had no clue where the last one might be so he definitely had his work cut out for him.

There were three people that immediately came to the Archangel's mind in terms of who might have information regarding their little situation. Metatron is heaven's scribe, Joshua communicates with God himself and Chuck Shurly was a prophet of the lord with a focus on the Winchester Brothers. Chuck would be his first stop, because while he could get back into heaven with ease getting out again unnoticed might prove to be harder.

It took him a while but he located the unkempt man known as Chuck, he was in a small village in New Zealand, a flutter of wings announced his arrival. Chuck did not seem surprised by the sudden appearance of the angel in his office, he had expected him after the last vision he experienced.

"How did you find me, Gabriel?" Chuck looked up at the angel from his seat at his computer, he had been in the process of typing out his latest vision, and he took a sip from the cup in his hand. Gabriel tried to shake the feeling of familiarity that he had with the prophet in front of him, he had never met him before but it was like he knew him.

"Just call it a lucky guess. Do you know about the Winchester's latest adventure?" He studied the man sitting in front of him, noting the sharp exhale in response to his question. Chuck was quiet for a moment, mulling over just what he should tell the angel about what he knew, especially where the younger Winchester was concerned.

"I know that they went after Dick Roman, and that resulted in Dean and Castiel being sucked into purgatory with the fallen Leviathan leader. I know that you are looking for answers so that you can help Sam get both of your brothers back. And I know that being alone does not set well with the younger hunter." He chose to leave out the details of his most recent vision involving the hunter.

"Wait, Purgatory?" The angel shifted his weight as he questioned the man at the desk. He had no knowledge on the workings of purgatory but he had a few ideas who might, though consorting with demons just made his stomach churn.

"Yes, but I don't know much more than that, now if you'll excuse me. Also you might want to get back to Sam soon." He quickly stood up and hurried up the stairs, taking a bottle of vodka with him, leaving the archangel to contemplate the information that he had found out.


Every evil son of a bitch that they, or hunters like them, had ever killed seemed to be here with them… well minus angels, demons and ghosts. Cas had vanished on him and Dean was currently armed with his hunting knife, running through the dark forest being chased by God only knows how many creatures wanting to eat him.

Damn these things are quick. Dean could all but feel the heat coming from the creatures chasing him on the back of his neck, they were gaining on him but that wasn't what worried him the most. Up ahead he heard more creatures, a dozen or so creatures surrounded the hunter as he was forced to a stop.

Cas where the hell are you? Really could use your help right now.

Dean knew that he was screwed in that moment, so Dean did what he normally did in impossible situations; he squared his shoulders and readied himself for battle. Without warning several of the creatures pounced towards him, he braced himself for impact having closed his eyes; there was no way he could take all of them at once.

Dean was confused, generally when you are knocked to the ground by half a dozen evil creatures it hurts, he didn't feel injured and he could no longer hear their growls and snarls. He found himself laying on a firm surface, the ground most likely; wait a minute… the ground does breathe in purgatory does it? He managed to crack open one of his eyes to take a peek to see where he was and hopefully see that the ground is in fact not breathing.

"Cas?" His eyes opened in surprise when he found the blue eyed angel that looked at him with such concern staring back at him. He tried to separate himself from the firm chest of the angel but there wasn't a lot of room in the small crevice that they were currently occupying, so he had to make do with being pressed up against the angel. "Thanks Cas, but now what?"


Sam gave a silent prayer as he parked the Impala in the motel's parking lot; Dean's Baby was still going strong despite being launched through the SucroCorp sign as a distraction. The purr of the engine faded from reality as Sam gathered his duffle and got out of the car that for all intent and purposes served as a home to the Winchesters.

The werewolf made for an easy job, Sam had tracked the monster down and ganked it shortly after arriving in town, but he decided that he would also go after the one or two Leviathan hiding out in the small town. Ever since Dick was killed the chompers were unorganized and that made them easier to track down and kill.

He decided to stop for the night, checking into the nearest motel that fit his criteria, and decided to more research on where Dean might have been whisked off to. He had an idea as to where it may have been and if he was right he knew of someone who could get him there. He gathered the materials for the summoning ritual, prepared it and then tossed in the match.

"So, do what to I owe the reach around?" Came the annoyed velvety voice of Crowley, Demons seem to know when they are trapped in a devils trap, much like the one painted on the ceiling above the king of hell.

"Purgatory, you know how to open the door right?" Sam was somewhat sure that Dean and Cas were sent to Purgatory with Dick and he was ok with settling for somewhat nowadays. He fidgeted from where he stood beside of the bed, eyes focused on the clever man trapped in the middle of the room.

"Not likely that I would tell you, now is it?" The last time he worked with someone to get into purgatory it was him that got the short end of the deal, no he would not be make that mistake again. "Poor little Sammy, all alone now. Willing to sacrifice yourself again to bring your brother back, haven't you learned that that scenario usually ends badly? John died to save Dean, Dean sold his soul to save you, you jumped into the cage to save him, and now you want to walk into purgatory for him?"

"Look I don't really expect you to understand this, but Dean's my brother. I have to save him, if there is a way to do it, I will. Now here's your choice Crowley, help me or I will come for you." Sam tried to sound confident in his threat but the pleading tone would not go away.

"I think you and I both know that you don't have the 'juice' to come after me, besides if you do it would be open season on Sammy Winchester so every demon out there would want a piece of you. Or I could drag you to hell and let them have you." Crowley's eyes were focused on the tall hunter, who had opened his mouth to say something but decided to close it again. Instead Sam just shook his head and pulled one of the chairs over to stand on so that he could scratch away enough of the devils trap. Crowley was gone before Sam had time to step down from the chair.

His feet seemed to gain a mind of their own as they lead him over to the wall beside of the far bed. With his back against the wall he slid down into a sitting position he hugged his knees and just let the floodgates go for the moment. He still had two options left… go after Crowley anyways or Death.


A/N – So I am starting on the next chapter as soon as this one posts, hopefully it will be out within the week. Reviews are great. :)