Chapter 5

Title: how to get resurrected 101

Fandom: Supernatural

Paring(s): equal parts Sam/ Gabriel and Dean/Castiel

Beta: 1stBonesFan (I love you so much you are awesome)

A/N: I own nothing but the plot. Review if you love me and want more, also to all who have reviewed or I love you so much. Hope you like it.

Last time:

Cas felt Dean slump into him and was unsurprised to look over and see his hunter asleep, still sitting up, and pushed up next to the angel so he wouldn't fall over. Gently as he could, the angel laid the exhausted hunter over to the other side on the bed before lifting Dean's legs onto the bed in what looked to be a somewhat more comfortable position.

"You should sleep as well, Sam," Castiel said before disappearing with a flap of wings, leaving only Sam, Gabriel and an unconscious Dean in the room.

"Night, night, Sammy," Gabe said, snapping his fingers and disappearing as well, leaving before Sam could get out his, "It's Sam."

Now (a weird dream sequence for your reading pleasure):

After everyone had gone and his brother was asleep it took very little time for Sam to fall into a peaceful slumber. After all, he had fought a swamp monster earlier that day (even if it felt like a long time ago what with the resurrections and stuff). But alas the peacefulness of his sleep was not to last because the nightmares came.

(so line first of and second, this is going to be a dream sequence so it might not make much sense just FYI)

Sam wished he could scream really he did. But he knew he couldn't. He had tried, over and over again opening his mouth and screaming as hard as he could but alas no sound, none what so ever, his throat felt sore from his silent screaming but he hardly noticed because his skin was currently on fire. No not figuratively he could see his skin melting of his body and he was looking down at, wait that was him.

Suddenly the view changed, he wasn't on the ceiling anymore he was on a bed looking up at his mother, or was it Jess. He couldn't really make out their faces beneath the flames consuming the body on the ceiling. Tears where running down his face but Sam could hear and feel his body laughing. Traitorous body. But he wasn't Sam anymore, not really, he looked, smelled, thought, and felt like Sam but in reality he was Lucifer. Looking around at the world he had burnt down, the world he had enjoyed burning down. Sam's eyes where drawn from his black and burnt surroundings to look down at his feet . There lay the prone form of Dean's body. His dead eyes staring accusingly at Sam, Sam who was weak and gave in Sam who became Lucifer and had enjoyed it. Enjoyed the torture, the killing, giving in to all those little desires, to take out his anger on something anything. Enjoying the fact that even his strong and smart older brother had crumpled dead in defeat.

It hurt so much Sam thought he would burst, tears running down his soot streaked face a sob retching itself from his depths. But a voice drew Sam from his despair. A voice that caused anger to begin to boil in his blood in place of sorrow.

"Hia' Sammy. You know your a bit more morbid than I would have expected."

Sniffling only slightly Sam stood, with as much dignity as he could scrape of the ground, from his kneeling position.

His voice hard and still carrying a mournful tint Sam asked "What do you want?" with enough venom in his voice to kill a snake, he was in a bad mood already from his dreams and he didn't feel like talking. His back was to Gabriel but he could hear the tale tail pop of a lolli being pulled free of the archangels mouth.

"Well that's no way to greet the guy you just resurrected."

Turning around Sam said very slowly and deliberately "No, but it is the way I speak to someone who killed my brother over a hundred times and turned me into a car."

Retorting just as quickly as Sam Gabe said "fine than it is no way to greet someone who died to help your cause." Sam noticed that Gabriel seemed almost defensive arms crossed over his chest and 'was that a pout?' "anyway that's kind of what I'm here to talk to you about"

"Here in my dreams" Sam clarified raising an eyebrow.

Sighing and lapping at his lolli-pop for a second Gabriel continued talking as if he hadn't herd Sam. " As much as Dean doesn't remember dieing you do and I now see I was being foolish and I'm sorry." the last two words where forced through gritted teeth as if they where reluctant to even make their way out of his throat. To say Sam was shocked by this admission was an understatement, The word flabbergasted would suit his reaction a bit better.

"I'm sorry?" Sam hadn't meant to repeat the angels words he only meant to question but Gabriel heard it only as a mock and bristled at the words.

"That's what I said isn't it? I don't know what else you want from me a thank you maybe, I mean you did bring me back and all so thanks. Also why did you bring me back? I told you earlier a bond would only be created if the human initiated it by asking for help, what did you ask for Sammy? What did you need so badly that you would ask for my help after you knew me and knew I was dead?" The Archangel would have undoubtedly been panting by the end of his rant had he been human. But alas being a heavenly angel he simply huffed and blew a piece of hair out of his face.

It was an automatic reaction to say "It's Sam not Sammy." which is the response that came from Sam while he attempted to process all the questions the archangel had just asked him. He knew exactly when he had prayed to Gabriel for help, he also knew that he had done it because he knew the archangel to be dead. But before any of his thoughts could come out of his mouth Sam realized that Gabriel hadn't answered his first question. "you didn't answer my question why should I answer any of yours?"

it took Gabe a moment to remember what Sam's first question had been but as soon ad he remembered a very trickstery smile appeared on his face. " that's simple, I want you to have good dreams." and with a snap of his fingers Sam no longer stood in the burnt out carcase of the world that he knew would come to be if he ever said yes. Instead he found himself surrounded by what appeared to be a festival made of cartoon characters. "being tethered to you means I can feel when your stressed, it's not exactly a pleasant sensation Sam."

ignoring the last comment Sam was still distracted by their new surroundings "The Hunch Back of Notra 'Dame. Really?" Sam asked begrudgingly amused and obviously glad for the change of setting. Looking around for a moment he remembered loving this movie (along with all the other Disney classics) when he was younger. When he looked back at the trickster he found himself face to face with the archangel dressed as (who he remembered to be) the narrator of the film and his personal favorite character.

"Now will you answer my question Sam?" the archangel asked sounding surprisingly serious. Gazing into Sam's eyes through the holes in his brightly colored mask.

Scratching the back of his head in obvious embarrassment Sam decided to answer honestly because he knew the angel would know if he was lying and just rummage through his memories until he got an honest answer. "It's a bad habit." Sam started looking anywhere but at the angel he was tethered to. "when ever I used to prey in the past for guidance or wisdom I would prey to the angel Gabriel . And since I knew you where dead I figured it might help me take my mind of things." OK so it was still only a half truth but he hoped the angel would bye it. It looked like he did given bye the some what hurt expression in the archangels eyes.

What Sam had said had left a bitter taste in Gabriel's mouth (and we all know how much he hates anything that isn't sweet). "Fine, sleep well Sam. See ya' in the morrnin'" And with a smirk that had absolutely nothing behind it and a snap of his fingers Gabriel was gone leaving Sam in the middle of a pleasant dream feeling like a complete ass. Sam found a stool to sit on and watched the festival of fools go on around him contemplating that last look Gabriel had given him. 'He looked like I had just killed his dog or taken away his cake or something. Maybe I should have told him the complete truth?' Sam thought before shaking his head to rid it of such thoughts.

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When Sam woke the next morning it was to the sound of his brother clumsily falling over as one of his legs refused to go through his pant leg causing him to have to hop around on one foot. Snickering slightly at the sight Sam started to get up before he felt a sharp and painful tug at his hip and everything came back like a freight train to the face. Sam collapsed back onto his pillows deciding that he was going to sleep until everything went away or more specifically until two certain archangels went away one was about to bring on the end of the world and the other was just really annoying. But alas Sam knew he couldn't stay in bed today because Dean and him had decided to go to Bobby's. 'THWAP' A pillow hit Sam in the face.

Dean looked over at his brother who appeared to be trying to faze himself out of reality through sheer force of will, Dean just couldn't allow that so picking up the nearest object, that wouldn't cause his brother grieves bodily harm, he chucked it at his brothers head smirking as the pillow hit its intended target.

"Get up lazy bones you need to pack up" was all Dean said ignoring Sam's glare completely.

A/N: this is unbetaed but when I get the betaed version I will post it up here instead I just thought I should update this cause it was the week end and stuff.