Hey! I'm back! Greece was amazing but, I'm so glad to have my computer and wifi again! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter. Thank you parakeetwuvs for betaing this chapter.
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Waking up and realizing it's your last day to live is not an pleasant experience. Gabriel lay in bed as this realization really hit him. Lucifer said that he wouldn't be killed until tomorrow, but Gabriel knew he wouldn't survive today. He had a plan. Gadreel had helped, but his chances were nonexistent.
In a way it was peaceful. All his life it had been survive, survive, survive! Get stronger, better, faster, and win. Gabriel could say his life was a win. He did good. It was okay. Of course that didn't stop him marveling at being alive. Every breath was a blessing. His heart beat seemed to be the most beautiful song in the whole world, he thought. Well, most beautiful besides Sam's heartbeat.
Gabriel didn't regret much. He'd lived every man's dream life. He saved hundreds, owned super cool spy gadgets, gone out on dates with hot women and he was a freaking kick a** secret agent! He had a good family besides the crazy psychopath. Castiel had turned out alright. Mike would move on. Everything was okay.
Scratch that. Everything would've been okay if not for Sam Winchester.
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Sam didn't want to get up. He felt disgusting. His hands felt wet with phantom blood. The truth pounded over and over again in his mind. Sam had become a tormentor. He was exactly like the men Gabriel did the world a favor by removing. Jake's screams echoed in his head and Sam had to move. He had to do something.
Sam's eyes snapped open and he grabbed his laptop, tapping frantically as his hands flew over the keys. Sam didn't hurt Jake for no reason. Gabriel was worth the mental damage Sam had done to himself and in his mind Sam Winchester refused to believe anything but he was going to bring his agent home. It was that simple.
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Gabriel had been happily single; a free (some would say too free.) man. Then, Sam had crashed in and literally swept Gabriel into his arms that night at the track. Something impossible had happened. He'd felt safe and trusted a stranger for the first time in years, and no amount of thought could ever tell him why except for the simple explanation that it was just how Sam made him feel. Gabriel had become addicted to the feeling. Like an alcoholic he'd tried not to be dependent on his addiction. To say he'd failed would be an understatement. Gabriel Novak's one regret in life was that he never told Sam he loved him. Not once.
He'd almost blurted it out after getting injured and being drugged in a hospital, he remembered Sam's blurry face he entered the room, but Gabriel didn't remember much else or what stopped him. He almost yelled it when they fought, when Sam took him to a chocolate bar after a hard mission, when he helped Sam with shooting a pistol, and countless times through the comms. Gabriel looked at the notebook and pen Gadreel had got him. The pen was essential to his plan but, maybe it could be used for something else. He ripped out his drawings of multiple candies which were brought about by his cravings and began.
Hey Samsquash! I write to you from my fabulous trip in prison. It's niceish. There's a comfy bed but, the food sucks. I talk too much (I admitted it, don't get too excited. I'm still perfect in all other aspects!) So here's the gist...
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The truth was simple and Sam had no interest in lying to himself. He couldn't live without Gabe. He didn't want to. A world without Gabriel's crazy humor and pranks would be boring. A world without those bright eyes would be dull. Without his agent next to him, Sam felt cold. Sam needed his agent more than air. He needed him like a fish needed water. To live, to fill his world, to drown in constantly and enjoy every moment. If Gabriel Novak was dead, so was Sam Winchester.
Sam sighed and opened a new window. He hacked until he reached the Novak's information. A picture of them all popped up and Sam's gaze zeroed in on the one smirking in between his two older brothers. Sam felt his lips curl up into a smile at the mischief he could see so clearly in those golden orbs. "I love you, you short jerk."
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Gabriel took a deep breath and finished with: I love you, you way overgrown nerd.
He addressed the letter and set it on his bed before getting to work. Gabriel twisted of the cap of his pen and emptied its contents. "Hello beautiful!", he exclaimed to the metal spring twisted around the ink filled cylinder. To him it might as well have been made of gold. Gabriel bit down on one end of the spring and pulled on the other with his hands until it was somewhat straight. He hummed as he worked and the cuffs eventually release the grip on his wrist.
He sighed and rubbed his wrist before smirking at the cuffs. If Lucifer wanted to chain him down, he'd have to do much better than that.
"Alrighty! Show time!" Gabriel happily swung the handcuff as the alarms screeched and he jogged away from the exit. Gabriel kept out of sight as his brother's minions rushed past him to cover the exit. He was easy to overlook as he casually jogged down the halls as if he was meant to be there. He kept his gaze down and let his hair fall to hide his face.
He remembered Michael telling him when he was training for undercover work, "Walk with purpose and no one will suspect you unless you do something that they wouldn't." Gabriel tucked the cuffs casually into his pocket. Lucifer's men wouldn't have handcuffs. Gabriel smirked even as he kept his eyes pinned on a fixed destination.
This was just too easy. Plan destruction was about to be put into action and Gabriel sprinted as he felt his excitement rise like a tidal wave. He was going to burn this place down! Gabriel heard someone running towards him and stopped. The man's eyes widened as he took in the small man standing alone in the hallway. Gabriel watched the other's eyes widen in realization. "Wow that took a while." He commented as the man charged. Gabriel grabbed his cuffs and swung them like a mace knocking the man's gun so it pointed away from him.
Gabriel grabbed the gun. He held on to one side as the man held onto the other as they glared at each other. Gabriel scowled as he noticed the other man's size. He looked taller than Sam and Gabriel cursed his luck. He didn't let on to his unease and said, "It would be so much easier if you handed that over now. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself kiddo." He kneed the larger man hard in the stomach.
The man doubled over but didn't let go. He retaliated by pushing on one side of the gun sending it smashing into Gabriel's gut. Gabriel gasped and tightened his grip on the gun as his vision swam. Stupid old wounds. Through blurry vision he spotted it. The light reflected off of it making it seemed beautiful in all its deadly glory. His only chance as the man drew back on arm for a punch that Gabriel didn't know he could get up from.
Gabriel let go of the gun lunged at the other man's hip and felt a spark of adrenalin as his fingers closed around the hilt of the knife. He ducked under the man's punch and came up behind the giant before slaying him by jabbing the knife straight through his neck. He watched his kill fall before following, collapsing into the hard ground and coughing as blood spurted out of his mouth.
He pushed himself onto his hands and knees and kept coughing until no more blood came up. He felt no real alarm. Bleeding internally wasn't as scary when you were a dead man walking.
Gabriel grabbed the gun and pushed himself up the wall. He was dying and he'd be damned if he didn't bring this place with him. Gabriel winced at the gross taste in his mouth. "Chocolate where are you when I need ya baby?" He whispered and he walked down the hall. He destroyed everything he could find with a crazed grin. He shot out lights, destroyed offices, and shot anyone who saw him. His real destination was the weapons room.
Gadreel described it as lined with explosives. One shot from the gun in his hands and it would be the end of this place, the end of this mission, the end of him.
Gabriel rounded the corner and couldn't stop the scream that tore its way out of him. His arm was twisted to near breaking point. Years of training had Gabriel acting on instinct and the sound of his attacker's ribs snapping was well worth his aching elbow. Gabriel stumbled away as he was released and right into another man's punch. He hit the ground with a sickening slap and rolled away from a kick.
He stood up, cradled his injured arm, glared and said, "Hate to break it to you but, this place is going to be the worlds biggest bonfire. I always wanted to hold a record. Bucket list complete!" The man snarled, "Good, because I'm going to kill you." Gabriel responded, "If I had a nickel for every time I heard that I would have retired last year." Gabriel dodged his opponent's sudden punch and pointed his gun at the weapons room.
The other man eyes widened and Gabriel smirked. "You see moron. You're not going to kill me. I am!" The other man screamed, "You're insane!" before the sound of a gunshot marked the beginning of their deaths. Gabriel dropped the gun and took off down the hallway. He stumbled like a wounded animal. His survival instincts refused to let him completely give up.
Gabriel didn't fall until the explosion threw him. He didn't give up until darkness took him.
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Sam looked up from his laptop when he heard the words explosion and gunshots from the tv. The place on the screen was catching fire and Sam felt his heart sink. It was the perfect place for Lucifer to set up camp and his fears were all but confirmed as he saw people taking off into the woods instead of running to the cops and ambulances. It only took Sam a few minutes to find out the location from getting into police radios and he sprinted into his car.
Sam prayed he wasn't too late.
Gadreel
Gadreel watched the flames. Inside people were most certainly burning. Inside Gabriel Novak was burning. He didn't think that Gabriel would actually burn the place down. In all honesty, he had begun to think of his captors as invincible. Screams of the burning and dying told him how wrong he was. Sirens rang through the air reminding Gadreel that all he had to do to be safe was tear his gaze away from the mesmerizing bright flames.
He couldn't though. Gadreel was like one of the old fashion heroes that believed in honor, which had been forgotten to most long ago. He had a debt to pay to the agent trapped somewhere in the building.
Gadreel pulled out the letter he'd found in Gabriel's room and sighed. It was a reminder that Gabriel had a life to return to as well. A life that he had most likely just lost to the flames of his own attack.
Gadreel looked over at the police and ambulances with longing and then he watched the flames.
I tried something new at the start when I kept alternating between Gabriel and Sam. I'm not so sure about it so it would be great to hear your thoughts on that or anything else really. As always, I love constructive criticism and hearing any ideas. Thanks for reading and I promise the next chapter won't take as long to be posted.