Sam woke up the next morning to see that living nightmare he'd been thrust into last night was continuing. He'd wanted to pretend it was all a dream, but that was shot to hell the moment he opened his eyes and saw the clearly childish room, down to the bed he was currently laying on. He didn't know why Gabriel had put him in a room like this. Was it just to torment him further? He didn't need anything that was here. He didn't need the stuffed bear that he'd thrown across the room the moment he laid eyes on it or the kid sheets and blankets. He was not actually a child? Did Gabriel forget that? No, of course not. Gabriel was an archangel. He didn't forget things. He probably did it just to screw with him.
Sam could hardly believe that just a day ago, he felt guilty for Gabriel's 'death'. Right now, he wished Gabriel was dead. Well, alright, maybe he shouldn't go that far, but he did hate the bastard for this. A part of him hated Dean too, maybe even more than Gabriel. Dean was supposed to be his brother. He'd promised to always look after him. Instead, Dean had given him away to Gabriel. He'd allowed the archangel to take his choices from him. Sam would never forgive him for that.
Sam soon heard a knock on the door before it was opened and Gabriel walked in. "Morning, Kiddo. Time to get up. I've got breakfast ready."
"I'm not hungry. Leave me alone," Sam said with a glare before turning to his side, effectively dismissing the archangel. Unfortunately for him, said archangel didn't take the hint because Sam suddenly felt a pair of arms pick him out out of bed. "Hey! Put me down!"
Gabriel placed Sam on the floor next to the bed. "I said it's time for breakfast. You're not gonna sit in here and wallow." While he certainly understood the urge, the best thing for Sam was to start getting used to his new life, not sitting around in misery waiting for everything to go back to the way it was.
"And I told you I'm not hungry!" Sam yelled.
"Too bad," Gabriel said before taking the boy by the wrist and starting towards the door.
Sam jerked his arm back and refused to move. He knew he couldn't overpower the archangel, but he could make things more difficult for him. Gabriel would have to drag him if wanted to get him to go with him.
Gabriel shrugged and picked Sam up under the arms. He placed him on his hip and started walking out of the room.
Sam immediately started kicking at the archangel. "Put me down, you son of a bitch!"
Gabriel stopped abruptly and put Sam down, but he didn't let him go. He turned him to the side and gave him a light warning smack on the butt.
"Ow!" Sam exclaimed. He couldn't believe Gabriel had just spanked him like an actual five-year-old. Where the hell did he get off? Sam was a grown man.
"You kick at me again and there's more where that came from," Gabriel warned. He hadn't wanted things to start like this, but one thing he would not stand for was a temper tantrum. He didn't take it from the younger angels in Heaven and he certainly wasn't with Sam now, especially when Sam had not yet regressed. He still would've gotten the slap if he had, but there was even less of an excuse when Sam's mind was twenty-six. Gabriel had allowed it yesterday because he was acting out of fear and shock, but now he was purposely trying to be difficult. "Now, I will give you another chance to walk downstairs with me or I carry you, and you will remain still if that's the case! What will it be?"
"Walk," Sam said through gritted teeth, while he still tried to get over the fact that he just got smacked on the ass.
"Good," Gabriel said before taking his hand and leading him downstairs.
Sam looked around as they passed the living room. It was really big. It held two large, blue couches, two matching recliners, a large glass coffee table in the middle, and a flat screen TV near the wall by the door. It all looked huge to Sam. Then again, everything did now. He was only a couple of feet tall. Everything was enormous to him.
Gabriel led Sam into the kitchen. It was very spacious and held state of the art appliances. There was even room for the large kitchen table at the end. "Go sit. I'll get your plate ready. What do you want to drink.
"Coffee," Sam muttered as he went to the table and sat down.
"Don't think so. Try again," Gabriel said. There was no way in hell he was putting that kind of caffeine into a five-year-old, adult mind or not. At best, Sam would be bouncing off the walls for hours.
Sam huffed. "Water."
Gabriel got Sam's plate ready and then grabbed a small cup from the cabinet. He poured some water in it and brought it and the plate over to Sam.
Sam stared at the plate. There wasn't anything wrong with the food. It was scrambled eggs, bacon, and potatoes. He liked all it. It was the portions. They were very small, clearly child sized with very small portions. Even the cup of water he was given was in a child sized cup, which meant there wasn't a lot in it. What was the point of making him eat if there wasn't even enough to begin to satisfy him.
Gabriel soon walked over with his own plate.
"Why is there so little?" Sam asked.
"Your body is small now, Sam. You won't be able to eat the same amount you used to. If you want more, you can have it, but eat what you have for now," Gabriel said.
Sam grudgingly had to admit that Gabriel made sense. Sam hadn't thought about it, but it was true that because he was so small, he wouldn't be able to eat the same amount. Proof of that came when he finished what was on his plate and realized he couldn't eat another bite.
"You want more?" Gabriel asked when he saw that Sam was finished.
Sam shook his head.
"Okay. You can go into the living room if you want while I finish up. Then we'll talk about a few things," Gabriel said.
Sam grumbled a bit about not wanting to talk to asshole archangels, but he got up and headed out towards the living room. He walked over to the big window behind of of the recliners. It looked like a normal place. There were several one or two story houses around them. It looked like your typical suburban neighborhood. Of course, Sam knew it couldn't be. Gabriel told him he was taking him to another dimension. Not that it really mattered. No matter how this world looked, it was still a prison for him.
Sam turned and looked at the door. He thought about just walking out, assuming it wasn't locked, and getting the hell away from there. Sure it wouldn't get him out of this damned world, but it would at least get him away from Gabriel for a bit. It would at least cause the archangel trouble, which he was all for.
"You even think about and you'll regret it," a stern voice said from behind Sam.
Sam turned and glared at the archangel. "You reading my mind."
"I don't need to. Come sit. We're going to talk about some things," Gabriel said.
Sam crossed his arms and refused to move. He supposed he was acting childish, but thanks to Gabriel, he physically was a child.
"We're going to go through this again? Walk or a I carry you," Gabriel said.
After a second, Sam slowly walked over to one of the couches and sat down. He was once again reminded of how small he was when his feet wouldn't even touch the floor.
"Thank you," Gabriel said before taking a seat next to the boy. "Listen, alright? I know this is hard for you to deal with."
"Oh, you mean turning me into a kid you think you can control or the fact that you kidnapped me?" Sam asked snidely.
"I know you're not happy with what's happened, but you have to understand that it was done for your protection. You were about to throw your life away," Gabriel said.
"So what?! What do you care about my life? What does anyone care? I am one person. I don't matter. Protecting the world is what matters," Gabriel said.
Gabriel sighed. That mentality broke his heart. No one should think their life didn't matter, that they were only good as some sort of sacrifice. Well, Gabriel was going to get rid of that mentality in Sam. Soon, Sam would be a child in every sense of the world and Gabriel was going to make sure he grew up the right away this time. He was going to know that he was loved and that his life was important. "Your life is very important and I will get you to see that."
"I don't want to be here!" Sam asked.
"Well, that's too bad, Sammy, because this is where you're staying," Gabriel said firmly.
"The hell with what I want! Even Lucifer asks for consent," Sam grumbled.
"Make no mistake about it, that is because he has no choice. And you don't always make the best choices, especially for yourself. If I had presented this idea to you, you would've said no," Gabriel said.
"Damn right! So instead you conspired with my brother!" Sam said angrily.
"Oh, no, there was no conspiring. I informed Dean of what I intended to do and gave you a chance to say goodbye. He had no say in the matter," Gabriel said.
"He could've tried to stop you. He would've if he really wanted to," Sam said, trying and failing to keep the pain from reaching his face and voice.
"Don't think your brother didn't want you anymore, Sam. He loves you more than anything. I didn't give him enough credit for how much he loves you until last night. I always knew he loved you, but he truly proved it by letting you go. He did that because he wants you to have a better life than the one you were condemned to at six-months-old," Gabriel said
"Yeah, whatever. You know, I may be stuck here, but don't expect me to make it easy for you. I swear, I will make it hell," Sam promised. He was the prince of defiance and he intended to show that to Gabriel. He would make him wish he never did this.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow at the threat. "If you want to do that, the only one you'll be hurting is yourself. Oh, and let me warn you, there will be consequences to bad behavior."
"Bad behavior? I am not God damned child!" Sam yelled.
"Thank you for bringing me to the first rule of this house. That language needs to disappear by tomorrow morning," Gabriel said firmly.
"Or what? You gonna hit me again?" Sam asked annoyed.
"No, I think washing your mouth out will take care of the problem, should you decide to test me. But rest assured, I have no problem spanking you should the behavior call for it. Now, an example of behavior that would earn you that is trying to leave this house without me, as you were thinking of doing either. So will another little temper tantrum like the one you pulled upstairs," Gabriel told him. He wanted to start laying out the rules he'd be expected to follow now. That way there would be no surprises when he regressed, granted he remembered it all, and Gabriel believed he would. Besides, he believed getting Sam used to how things were going to be would help him adjust more.
"You can't be serious!" Sam said in disbelief. While he might look the part, on the inside, he was not a child. He was twenty-six-years-old. He was too hold to be punished like an actual five-year-old.
"Oh, I'm very serious, and believe me when I tell you, you won't like the consequences of testing me. Now, I think we should get you upstairs, showered, and dressed," Gabriel said before standing up.
"I'm going to make you pay for this one day, you asshole!" Sam swore.
"Remember what I said, Sammy. You've got one day to get rid of that language," Gabriel said before gently pulling him off the couch by the hand and leading him upstairs.