A/N – Sorry for the Delay, who knew that pulling almost 43 hours at work made my muse very uncooperative? Anyways, Hope ya'll like this chapter.
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Saving Sam
Chapter 13
Sam opened his eyes to see his dead body on the table, they had just announced that he was dead and seconds later the pair became aware of the angry angel that appeared. Fury built up in the tall hunter at seeing the angel for the first time since he disappeared all those months ago, he forced himself to move out of the room and down the stairs when he saw the Doctor hand Gabriel his letter.
"Ok here's hoping this works. Mortemevoco qui me tetigit" The words came out clear and concise, but there was no sign that his incantation had worked. It wasn't until a moment later when he heard the annoyed voice from behind him that he knew it worked.
"Sam Winchester. Let me guess the world is on the brink of destruction again and you want me to save it? No? Dean caught a cold and you need me to make him all better? Can you do anything on your own or are you two simply incapable of cleaning up your own messes?" To say that Death was aggravated at being summoned to this pathetic stretch of earth was an understatement to say the least.
"Well I was going to see if you could help in getting Dean and Castiel back from Purgatory." Sam watched as Death picked up a fried pickle and ate it, what was with this guy and those fried pickles?
"Every time I help you two you manage to mess things up worse than they were. Haven't been doing so well have you Sammy? At first it was just the loneliness eating away at you. Then the depression grew… the paranoia… the hallucinations and nightmares returning, the desperation. Tell me how long before you pal Lucifer comes back to see you?" Death watched as the tall man in front of him seemed to deflate with each of his words. Sam turned away from the horseman sitting at the table watching him.
"I'll find a way to bring Dean back, with or without your help." Sam started back towards the stairs. Next thing the hunter knew he was opening his eyes to see worried Amber ones inches away from his.
Gabriel had been contemplating how he would retrieve Dean and Cas from Purgatory, wondering aimlessly though parts of Europe, when he randomly remembered something that Chuck had mentioned. "Also you might want to get back to Sam soon." How could he face Sam empty handed, when he had been away for so long? He had always been a coward when conflict was a guaranteed result, it was part of the reason he left heaven all those millennia ago.
Dread filled every fiber of his being as he felt the life force of his mate fading, Something was wrong with Sam. He vanished from the dark alleyway in Germany that he had been walking down and reappeared above a Chinese Grocery. There were two people standing over the hunter, his mate was dead? The sorrow he felt was like nothing he had experienced before.
"Sam? Sam! What did you two do Sammy, so help me father I will kill you!" a very irate archangel stood in the room behind the pair, though his eyes were focused on the prone form of his mate.
"You must be Gabriel, this is for you." Having recovered from the shock of having a man appear out of thin air the older Doctor handed the seething angel the envelope that Sam had given him.
Gabriel,
Three Months! You left me three freaking months ago and now just because I 'die' you come running? How fucking dare you, did you ever really care about me or was that bond shit just bull? I needed you. I lost everyone and then I lost you… and I mean I get it. You wanted to get your brother back just as much as I did but we could have done it together. You came because you thought I died? Well I've been dying ever since you left me alone when I needed you the most.
Sam
A mixture of emotion filled the archangel as he shifted his gaze from the small script of the letter to the too still body of his mate. Of course Sammy was right; he had seen the effect that the lack of his brother had on the hunter back when they met at the mystery spot. Then again when Dean went to hell? I'm so sorry Sammy, I didn't mean to hurt you this much.
The alarm went off on the doctor's watch and the two of them were heading back toward the prone body on the table, trying to revive the hunter. Frustration showed in the older man's eyes as the hunter's heart refused to beat. After about five minutes of Sam being dead Gabriel decided that he would try to bring him back. Gabriel placed his hands on either side of the still man's face, his own face hovering only inches away, and allowed his grace to seep into the man beneath him.
"Come one Sammy, Wake up." His voice pleaded with the hazel eyed hunter, who a moment late opened his eyes. Gabriel pulled the younger hunter into an embrace, hanging on to the man as if he was going to disappear at any moment.
"You came? I wasn't sure if you would." Sam's voice sounded so far away, so small. He was still thinking about his conversation with Death and how on target he had been with reading him.
"Of course I came, Sasquatch. I thought you died for Father's sake. You don't think I was going to sit by and let that happen." Gabriel tried to not sound surprised by the fact that Sam sounded so broken, or that he doubted that the angel would come. "Why were you talking to Death anyways?"
"Dean and Cas are in Purgatory. Figured he could help. I was wrong. Have one more idea though. No one will like it though." Sam spoke into the angel's shoulder, unwilling to let go anytime soon. Gabriel figured that this would be a good time to head somewhere safer, without the extra sets of ears listening in on them. With a snap of his fingers Sam, the Impala and the trickster himself were safely tucked away in the forests of Whitefish, Montana… at Rufus's Cabin to be more precise.
"Now what are you talking about you silly moose?" The angel maneuvered the pair of them over to the couch, sitting down and pulling the hunter down with him.
"Crowley knows how to get purgatory open. He won't tell me though. I have to make him tell me. I could threaten him… with what I can do to demons…" Sam was cut off by the glare he was getting from the smaller man.
"No Sam, I can get him to talk… you don't have to go through that again" Gabriel tried to ignore the kicked puppy dog look that Sam had plastered on his face.
"Do you think that little of me Gabe? I can do this. I have to." He turned to face away from the smaller man whose arms were still wrapped securely around the hunter, as if he were afraid that at any moment he would simply vanish. Sam was tired of people telling him what to do.
"What? No! I know you can do it Sam, I just don't think it's a good idea. I saw what happened the last time you were detoxing from demon blood… it was heart breaking…" His voice trailed off as he remembered watching over the young hunter, from afar, and the pain that he had endured.
"How is trying to bring back my brother not a good idea? Just because my abilities aren't as pure as an angel's grace doesn't mean that I am a bad person for using them. I stopped Samhain, I killed Alastair, and I put Lucifer back in his box... I do good things damn it. Why can't people see that? Why can't I just be good enough for people?" His words turned to whispers as tears welled up in his eyes that threatened to spill over any moment. The shorter man lifted his hand to Sam's cheek to wipe away a rogue tear and to turn the hunter's head to meet his amber eyes.
"You know I didn't mean it like that Sammy, of course you are good person. Anyone who tells you otherwise will have a pissed off Archangel to deal with as well. Are you sure I can't talk you out of your decision?" The thought of simply whisking the other man to some inescapable private world had crossed his mind but he was pretty sure that his mate would be extremely irritable with that decision.
"Even if you did go after Crowley alone, I'd still drink the blood." The Winchester stubborn streak was a mile wide with the younger hunter, and normally this would make the shorter man laugh but his concern for the hunter won out. He gave Sam a questioning look and waited for him to continue. "After I met with him last I threatened him. He countered with the notion of either giving the order for Sam hunting season to start or he would drag me to Hell. He knows you are helping us, so I would need to defend myself either way. So you may as well let me help."
Of course Sam threatened the King of Hell, there was nothing that man wouldn't do to get his brother back and Gabriel knew it. He also knew that once Sam made his mind up nothing short of their missing brothers showing up on their doorstep would make him change his mind.
They had gotten into a routine of hunting, taking turns venturing out into the dark forest. Cas, shortly after finding their cave, had decided that it would be best for him to go hunt while Dean stayed behind but that only lasted a little while. The hunter in question was irritable and all but climbing the walls.
The angel paced back and forth, as his companion insisted on going to hunt, Dean was in the process of stalking some nameless creature. The sound of a branch snapping to his right brought him to full alert; something was watching him from the shadows, Dean could feel the eyes burning into him.
"Dean?" A vaguely familiar voice spoke his name, though the hunter could not see who had spoken. This made him stop in his tracks, taking a defensive stance holding the sharpened stick protectively in front of him.
"Who's there, show yourself" He called out, trying to hone in on where the voice originated from. His eyes dart over to a tree to his right, someone stepped out into the clearing, she was familiar but Dean couldn't place from where.
"What are you doing here, Dean? I thought only the children of Eve came to Purgatory?" She took a few more steps towards the hunter, holding her hands up in front of her showing she meant no harm. She wanted to help if she could. Dean tried to remember where he knew her from and then it clicked.
"Lenore? The uh, vegan vampire from Montana?" She nodded with a small smile, if anyone would make it out of Purgatory alive it'd be Dean and if she could convince him that she wants to help she might just make it back to the land of the living too.
"We should move somewhere safer to talk Dean, Too many creatures lurking in the shadows." Dean gave a short nod before he turned and lead her towards their makeshift home… well cave.
A/N- I know it's very Dialogue-y I apologize. Hope you like it and please if you do... Review. My muse gets unhappy when no one reviews and when my muse is unhappy I find it rather hard to make her cooperate.
