Disclaimer: I forgot this is in the prologue (and all of my other stories) but I don't own anything.
Chapter 1:
'Shit, what the hell am I supposed to do with this?' thought Gabriel as he took in Sam trying to stop crying as he trembled, holding onto the gun.
"Sammy, I'm a-"
"Only De can call me Sammy." Sam informed him.
"Sam, I'm a friend of your father's and I need you to calm down for me." Sam seemed to consider this for a minute and the gun lowered as he thought about how to proceed. He came to a decision and the gun came back up to point at him.
"De says that I'm not sup- suppo-… I shouldn't trust strangers. He said that strangers lie. Are you lying to me?" Sam asked as he cocked his head to the side. Gabriel thought he was adorable with the floppy hair and the puppy eyes, but then he remembered that there was indeed a gun pointed at him and he never did take well to threats. He snapped, and the gun that Sam was holding disappeared and reappeared on the bedside table. Sam flinched in shock, and ran back to jump under the covers. Gabriel could see the comforter shaking indicating that Sam was trembling again. Gabriel ran a hand down his face in agitation. He was not a good person to be taking care of children.
"Sammy, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Loki. I'm a friend of your father's and he called me here to make sure that you were okay. Dean got held up at school. You know Dean and getting detentions." Gabriel cracked a smile at Sam, and Sam poked his head out from under the covers. He looked at Gabriel, and seeing the smile and, what Gabriel hoped, was some sort of comfort in his eyes. Sam still seemed sort of hesitant, but slowly got out from under the covers.
"… Can we still have hotdogs?" Sam asked, as he stood before Gabriel. Gabriel nodded and walked over the fridge where he snapped and then opened the door to grab out a package of hotdogs.
"I'll make these real quick, how about you take a seat at the table and tell me about your day?" Gabriel was trying to get more information about just how old Sam was at this stage. He put the hotdogs in the microwave and sat across from Sam. Sam's eye lit up at the chance to talk to someone.
"Well it started okay. Timmy was being mean and pushed me down at the playground and everyone laughed. But when we were in class, I won the science fair! I made a volcano! It went off all awesome-like, and exploded like it was sup-… suppo-…"
"Supposed."
"Supposed to. It was the coolest thing ever! And then we…" Sam looked so excited and… what was that? He had never seen it on Sam's face before. Was that happiness? Is that what Sam looked like when he was happy? It changed his entire face. His eyes lit up and seemed to glow, and his had a huge grin on his face as he's explaining how all of the other kids' projects were nowhere close to how cool his was because Dean helped him with his.
"So, Sam," Gabriel interrupted. "How old are you now? The last time I saw you, you must've been… Huh you were really little, still a baby I think."
"I'm not a baby! I'm 7 years old!" Sam said proudly, a smug grin on his face at being that old.
"So that would make Dean..."
Sam crinkled his nose. "Dean's so old. He just turned… 12." Sam whispered as if that was really old, and it was an embarrassing secret for Dean. Gabriel just smiled at his enthusiasm. The microwave went off, and Gabriel snapped to pop up some hotdog buns in the cabinet and then pulled them out.
"Sam, what do you want on your hotdog?"
Sam seemed to ponder this for a minute before he answered, "Ketchup!" So Gabriel snapped up a bottle of ketchup and fixed up Sam's hotdog for him.
"Here you go, kiddo." Gabriel said as he set the hotdog in front of Sam. Sam's eyes started to water, and Gabriel started to panic. "What, what's wrong?"
"… Dean calls me kiddo! Where's Dean? I want De!" Sam said as he started to wail. Gabriel closed his eyes and let out a breath.
"Sam, if you eat your hotdog and sit here for a minute, I'll go get Dean for you." That seemed to work, as Sam picked up his hotdog and tried to eat as much as he could at one time. "Alright, I'll be right back." Gabriel walked out of the door, and first cancelled the time loop and sent Sam back to his and Dean's motel room, with the hotdog of course. He then snapped, and Dean was there with all of the memories of how many times he died. He looked around, before patting himself down to check for injuries when Dean's eyes landed on Gabriel. A spark of insanity seemed to appear, as Dean tried to charge him but found that he couldn't move.
"Deano, chill for two seconds. Couldn't even say 'Hey how are you, Trickster?' before you start to charge? Rude much?" Gabriel said, and then realized that there seemed to be smoke coming from Dean's ears. "Okay, before I let you go I need you to listen to me. You got that?" He could see Dean try to say no, but he still couldn't move. "It's either yes, or you die again." Dean's eyes widened and he nodded, as when he agreed to listen the magic holding him disappeared.
Gabriel looked guilty, and he cleared his throat.
"Trickster, what the hell is happening?"
"This whole thing, with the killing you stuff too, was to try and help Sam learn how to get over you going to Hell. I was trying to teach him how to live without you, how to give you up so that he could still function… Yea, that didn't go so well." He could see the exact moment that the pieces fell into place for Dean.
"Where's Sammy?" Dean growled.
"I have him, and he's safe…. There's just another problem."
"What did you do to him?" Dean growled once again.
"… I broke him?" Gabriel asked, and then winced waiting for the charging to start again. He looked at Dean and saw no emotion on Dean's face he knew he was in deep shit. Gabriel gave Dean time to cool off, as he assumed that Dean was angry, but he saw Dean shutting down more and more, he decided that it was time to just tell him.
"So I killed you over, and over, and over, and over, right?" Gabriel didn't wait for Dean to say anything as he continued, "Well, then I decided to keep you dead to see how he functioned without you. At first, he was fine. Normal, well for him. He was crazy with revenge, trying to find me and beg me to bring you back. He kept moving around following up leads even those that had nothing to do with me. He took hunts that no sane person would take as he searched for me, and he stayed on the move, leaving about every 3 days. Then, he stayed in one of the motels for 12 days. I went to check it out and I found him huddled under the blankets, sobbing his eyes out. I popped in, and he stood, trembling, pointing a gun at him and asking for De and Daddy. So yep, I broke him. And now I shall leave him to you. He's in there," Gabriel turned to point to a door behind him and when he turned around; Dean was in face, hands grabbing his collar.
"You think that you can just get away with this? That you can do whatever you want to whoever you want and leave others to pick up your mess? No, I don't fucking think so. You're going to go in there with me and you're going to help me fix him, because if you don't…" Dean trailed off, but Gabriel got the message by the look in Dean's eyes.
"Is that threat, Winchester?" Gabriel's eyes hardened and his grace billowed out to threaten Dean. Dean tensed, but he didn't let go.
"Yes. Yes it is." Dean replied, and stared Gabriel down. Gabriel saw the hopelessness and the love that Dean held for his brother that reminded him so much of himself. He relaxed, and pulled his grace back.
"Fine, I'll help you. But don't threaten me again, Winchester, because you won't like the consequences." He turned and entered the motel room, with Dean not far behind him.
Hey everyone, thank you so much for reviewing! How was Chapter 1? Any feedback is great, and if you have questions or plot ideas or comments in general, review!
Also, sorry if you got a notification that I posted this, and then it was deleted. I saw a typo when I was looking it over, and my OCD wouldn't let me leave it... So here it is!
Have a great Tuesday! And let's hope Dean doesn't die over and over again ;-)
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