Yes I am alive! I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter to be up. I have this basketball camp for 6 HOURS A DAY! It's totally nuts. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter.
As he woke, the real world greeted Gabriel with warmth. He kept his eyes closed and allowed himself to remain in a lazy haze. Slowly, his exhausted mind began to pick up on more detail. The first thing he realized was that he was in a soft bed. He was warm because of the blankets which he hugged with one arm like a child would a teddy bear. The second thing was not so pleasant.
The unmistakable smell of the infirmary assaulted his censes with it's overdose of every cleaning product imaginable. He groaned and buried his face in the warm blankets. He muttered, "Sam. Get me outta this hell." Sam always waited for him to wake up in the infirmary and then acted like he was actually mad instead of worried.
A voice that was without a doubt not Sam answered, "But it was set up just for you. I'm hurt kid."Adrenalin flooded through Gabriel as opened his eyes to stare at Lucifer, who was sitting in a chair at his bedside. "You watched me sleep." He stated. "That's a new level of psychopath. Congrats Luci, You're graduated." He said and successfully hid his unease at the situation.
His older brother rolled his eyes. "I was waiting for you to wake up." Lucifer said with innocence Gabriel knew to be fake. Gabriel sat up with a small wince as his thankfully no longer bleeding gunshot wound protested the movement. "Listen. I get that I'm the hot brother but, this isn't freaking twilight." Lucifer smirked. "You watched Twilight?" Gabriel shrugged. "Chicks like it." He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why am I alive?"
Lucifer tilted his head. "Why would I kill you?" Gabriel sighed. "Oh I don't know. I killed a few of your useless men." Lucifer smirked. "Yes. You did a good job. I'm offering you a position. Work for me." Gabriel didn't even hesitate. "No."
"Oh Gabriel I'm disappointed. Mikey's perfect little soldier now. Boring!" Lucifer nearly shouted the last word as he got up and walked closer to Gabriel's bedside. "Lets see what you've learned." Without warning Gabriel found himself being pulled out of bed. He gasped and doubled over as his arms wrapped around his bandaged abdomen. It felt like fire. He bit his lip and forced back a cry. Instead, he forced his lungs to work and the rhythm of trying to breath normally forced the pain fill haze back.
After a few breaths, Gabriel straightened slowly and looked at his brother. His golden eyes were radiant with fury, even as they still watered from the pain. Lucifer smirked. "We haven't trained in so long little bro. Come on."
That's how Gabriel found himself in a padded training room with his psychopath older brother, a bullet wound, and no Mike to intervene if Lucifer decided to kill him this time. Gabriel was on edge as he stared at his brother. He was crouched in a defensive position with his arms slightly lowered to protect his injury. "So fight club rules?" He asked his older brother. That meant if he tapped out or was knocked out the fight ended. Lucifer shook his head. "No rules." Gabriel nodded. He wasn't surprised.
Gabriel mentally listed Lucifer's flaws. Pride, arrogance, he doesn't know my fighting style, I'm faster, he knows he can win/cocky, he's expecting me to fight clean. Gabriel took a breath as his mind rebelled and argued, You're smaller and injured. Give it up. You have no shot. Kiss life goodbye. He shook his head and decided if he could get Lucifer to lose his control he might have a shot.
At first the fight went like all sparing matches started. They both threw a few punches that were easily dodged as they tried to get a feel for each others fighting style. Gabriel focused more on dodging and blocking. Then things sped up.
Gabriel had learned to rely on his speed as he was smaller than most of his opponents. The bullet wound throbbed at even the smallest movements and forced him to block more then dodge. His arms stung from the many hits they took. Gabriel barely made it out of the way of a kick to his ribs. He stumbled and fell against the wall. He winced and and said, "This is what you love isn't it. Good old beating of someone who can't win. Classic villain. At least be original." He ducked under a punch and quickly straightened. His plan wouldn't work if he wasn't standing.
"Michael is going to kill you! You've already lost." He chuckled as if he was in control of the situation and this was his game. "Why do you think I wanted him to train me?" Lucifer threw a wild punch which Gabriel blocked and clenched his teeth. He forced himself to continue. "No one wants to be taught by second best." He snapped. "You will always be second best. What did you get tired of Mike's shadow? And you thought you could win." He laughed and watched as his brother finally snapped.
Lucifer lunged forward and Gabriel let himself be pinned against the wall. Against every instinct, he forced himself not to break away as his air was cut off. His toes barely touched the ground. The world began to dim and fade away and parts blurred as little blots came in and out like a bad quality film. Nothing seemed real but the burning of his lungs. Lucifer raised one arm in a fist and...
Gabriel kicked him between the legs.
Gabriel's feet slammed back into the ground and he leaned on the wall as his screaming lungs fought for air in the form of quick frantic breaths. He pushed off the wall and punched the traitor before him with all his remaining strength then stumbled back. Gabriel half sat half fell into a seated position. He couldn't fight anymore. He had won the match anyway. He chuckled as in his hazy, oxygen deprived state, he realized that he had really won this impossible fight. For some reason in was humorous to him.
Lucifer wiped the blood from his face and shot a pained smile at his little brother. "Not the perfect soldier after all Gabriel." Gabriel just managed to dig up the energy to flip his brother off before being escorted back to his room/prison. He couldn't keep a small smirk from appearing on his face as the victory fouled his hopes of escape.
Lucifer's pride was stung and he grimaced once his brother was out of the training room but, if Gabriel would fight dirty his plan just might work. Gabriel wasn't the same honorable soldier as Michael and that knowledge dulled the sting of being beaten. He wanted to win the war not the battle.
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Sam ran into Dean's room and close to yelled, "It was a hit! A failed hit!" Dean stood up and walked over to his little brother. "Woah! Sammy calm down. What are you talking about." Castiel looked up from where he was reading a book on the small couch and tilted his head. Sam began to explain.
"So get this. I looked back at the footage from our last mission and the shooter was caught on camera. His name is Xavier Nieto. He never misses Dean but he always hits his targets in the eye! It's his calling card but he did miss. Gabriel wasn't shot in the head because he could still talk to me before breaking the comms. It was a failed hit or-" Castiel cut in and said, "Or a successful capture."
Dean held up his hands in a gesture of slow down. "Sam are you sure we don't need false hope." He glanced at Castiel and it was clear that by we he meant Cas. Sam nodded. "Of coarse I'm sure! I wouldn't have brought it up if I wasn't sure!" Castiel got up. "Sam show me." he said with forced calm. Sam handed Castiel his laptop and watched as his friend smiled and let out a relieved laugh. "He's right. I worked this guys case for a while before he went off the radar." Castiel hugged Sam quickly before running out of the room. Dean and Sam followed close behind.
Sam smiled as they ran through the halls behind Castiel. He had hope for the first time since Gabriel crushed the comms and he thought, Hang in there Gabe. We're coming.
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The only thing worse than not having any hope is to have had hope and then feel it crushed. Sam felt empty with out the excitement and happiness that he fouled him not two hours ago. He clutched his laptop to his chest and curled into a ball on his bed.
Castiel had led Dean and Sam to the people in charge of the agency with their new discovery. Sam presented the footage and all their evidence and they were shot down because, "Protocol states that if an agent his lost communication and cannot be proven alive then no other agents lives are to be risked for one that might already be beyond saving. Gabriel was a great agent and will be missed.
Just like that they were dismissed. Sam had to be pulled out by security because it wasn't fair! He had to do something.
Now he sat on his bed curled up as Gabriel's voice haunted him. "Real great job kiddo. Told you the higher ups are a bunch of dicks. Is that all you got? Come on Samsquash I could be dying here! Don't listen to those asshat!"
Sam knew that it was just his own mind beating him up but the fact that his mind felt the need to use Gabriel's voice drove him nuts and he found himself answering out loud.
"No this isn't all I've got. Screw them. I'm coming." His new promise seemed to echo in Sam's mind and fill the empty room. If his agent was alive, Sam would find him.
So I wasn't really sure about how I did on this chapter. I had a hard time writing the fight scene between Gabe and Luci. I hope that it was okay. Please let me know anyway I can improve and if you like or don't like the story. All comments are good comments! ; )