Sam woke up the next morning feeling much better than he did the night before. In fact, he remembered letting Gabriel carry him to bed and help him with his pajamas. That irritated him quite a bit. He was supposed to be fighting Gabriel at every chance he got, not helping the bastard treat him like a child. He just hadn't been able to help it. He'd been so tired that he could barely lift his own.
Well, Sam was just going to have to double his efforts today. He would not let the son of a bitch archangel get away with the sick need to turn him into a child. It was clear to Sam that that was what was going on here. The room Sam was in alone was proof of that. So were the rules Gabriel informed him of. Rules Sam would definitely be breaking.
Sam sat up and looked around and glared. God he hated this room. He was currently staring at a bookshelf with a bunch of small books that were obviously designed for children. There was also what looked like a toy box nearby. He'd seen it all of course yesterday, but it still didn't cease to anger him every time.
Sam got up and went over to the toy box. He opened it and found it to be riddled with toy cars and trucks, action figures, legos, building blocks, etc. It only served to make his anger worse. It wasn't enough that Gabriel turned him into a child. He also had to create the environment that he was one. But what was even the point of it. Gabriel couldn't really believe he'd make use of any of this crap, could he? Unless he did. Had he thought Sam would turn into an actual child, mind and all. Had the archangel really been stupid enough to try a spell that he didn't know the results of.
Sam grabbed the first toy he saw from the box and stormed angrily out of the room. He went downstairs and threw the living room into the kitchen. He found Gabriel there making breakfast.
Gabriel turned when he heard Sam come in. "Morning, kiddo. Did you sleep well?"
Sam glared and held up the toy car he brought down. "What the hell is this?"
"Well, it looks to me like a toy car. And watch your language please," Gabriel admonished lightly.
"Screw you! Why is there a box full of little kid toys in my room, and a bookshelf of picture books? You may be a dick that has some perverted need to control my every move, and maybe you even have an obsession with playing 'Daddy', but you can't be such a dumb ass that you actually think I'd act like a five-year-old when I have my adult mind! Did you think I was going to regress mentally too?"
"I am giving you one last chance to calm down and lose the inappropriate language. I suggest you take advantage of it," Gabriel said in a calm yet stern voice. Normally he wouldn't even give the boy another warning, but he could tell Sam was upset and might not be able to appreciate the consequences of his actions, so he would give him one last chance.
"Go to hell, you freaking asshole! You cast that damn spell not knowing what it would do, didn't you?!" Sam yelled.
Gabriel snapped his fingers to make sure breakfast wouldn't burn before grabbing Sam by the hand and pulling him towards the downstairs bathroom, which was located just off the kitchen.
"Hey! Let go!" Sam exclaimed as he was pulled from the room.
Gabriel ignored him and pulled him into the bathroom. He lifted Sam up and sat him down on the bathroom sink before reaching under the sink and pulling out a bar of soap.
Sam rolled his eyes as he realized what the archangel planned. It was just more proof that the bastard did have some need to control him.
After opening the package of soap, he ran it under water and then brought it to Sam's mouth. "Open up."
Sam bit his lip and turned away.
Gabriel took him by the chin with his free hand and turned him back towards him. He then leaned down to look the boy in the eye. "You open your mouth or I will give you a sore butt to go along with a mouth washing.
Sam huffed, but opened his mouth. There wasn't really anything he could do to stop Gabriel from doing what he wanted. Besides, it wasn't that big a deal. So Gabriel was going to make him taste soap. That was nothing. He was a hunter. He'd been through much worse in his life.
Gabriel placed the bar of soap in Sam's mouth and started scrubbing it thoroughly.
Sam began to squirm as the soap filling his mouth. It was absolutely disgusting, worse than he thought it would be. This was one experience he'd never had before. His father never really cared if he and his brother swore. They were never punished for it or even lectured over it unless they were in public. If anything like this had happened as a child, Sam knew neither he or his brother would have such a vulgar vocabulary, at least not until they reached adulthood.
Gabriel removed the bar of soap and threw it away. "You have two minutes to keep that in there. I warned you several times yesterday about your language and even warned you again when you were having your little tantrum."
Sam did nothing but glare at the archangel. He considered spitting the soap out, but he figured Gabriel would just repeat the process. Sam really did not want to go through this again.
After a couple of minutes, Gabriel snapped his fingers and cup of water appeared in his hand. "Alright, you can spit it out now."
Sam wasted no time in leaning over the sink and spitting out every bit of soap he could. Then he took the cup from Gabriel and rinsed his mouth several times before drinking the remainder of the water and putting the cup down on the sink. "That was disgusting you ba..." He trailed off as the vulgar name was about to leave his mouth. He did not want to relive this experience so soon.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow at the boy's cut off sentence. "But apparently effective. Now, if there's something you want to talk to me about calmly, go ahead."
Sam scowled at him. "You mean how you used to spell on me without knowing the consequences? You thought it would change my mind too, didn't you?"
"Age regression isn't a science, Sam. It's not done very often," Gabriel said. It was very close to a lie, which he didn't like. He was letting Sam think he was right, that he misjudged the spell, instead of telling him that it wasn't yet complete. He didn't like deceiving the kid, especially considering he'd already made it clear he expected the truth from Sam, but he decided that misleading Sam was better than the alternative. The truth would scare the hell out of the kid. Sam didn't need to be waiting for what would happen. Hopefully when it happened, Sam wouldn't even be able to comprehend what had happened. That way he wouldn't know to be afraid.
"So I'm right! You did this thinking I'd turn into a child mentally too. I bet that's even what you wanted. You wanted who I am to disappear and mold what was left into what you wanted," Sam said with a sneer.
"No, I wanted to give you a better life. You shouldn't have grown up the way you did. I wanted to change that," Gabriel said.
"Yeah, well, you don't get to just change people because you don't like the life they've led! You had no right to do this to me!" Sam yelled.
"I'm afraid we disagree on that, and given that there's no changing what's happened, there's no point in arguing about it," Gabriel said before picking Sam up and setting him on the floor. Then he took his hand and started out of the room with him. "Come on, it's breakfast time."
Sam grumbled to himself the whole way to the kitchen. He sat at the table with his arms crossed in a typical angry child fashion as he waited for Gabriel to finish breakfast.
Ten minutes later, Gabriel set a small plate of cut up french toast and a cup of orange juice in front of Sam. Then he sat down with his own plate. A couple of minutes into his meal, he noticed Sam hadn't taken a single bite. "Sam, eat."
"I'm not hungry," Sam grumbled. He was already still pissed. That had only gotten worse when Gabriel gave him a plate with already cup up food in front of him. He could cut his own food. He didn't need a bastard archangel to do it for him.
"You're lying. You're refusing to eat as some form of protest and that's not acceptable. Eat, now!" Gabriel ordered.
"Unless you're gonna force feed me, you can't make me," Sam said in a challenging tone.
"No, but I can make you sit in that chair until you eat," Gabriel came back with. If Sam wanted to act like a little brat, he would be treated like one. Sam Winchester would learn that his stubbornness was nothing compared to Gabriel's.
"We'll see," Sam sneered before getting up out of his chair. He was done with this whole thing. He was not going to sit there and be treated like a child any longer. The archangel could go screw himself with his damned orders.
Gabriel was at Sam's side in seconds and took his arm, turning him to the side. He spanked him three times before the boy even knew what was happening.
"Ow! Stop! You can't do this!" Sam yelled as he tried to yank himself free.
Gabriel spun him around to face him. "Enough! You need to stop testing me right now! I promise you, you will not like what happens!"
"You can't treat me like this! I am not a child!" Sam yelled.
"Yeah, you could've fooled me. Refusing to eat out of anger and throwing tantrums are things children do. So if you want to act like a petulant little brat, you will be treated that way," Gabriel warned him.
"If you don't like the way I act, let me go!" Sam screamed.
"Keep your voice down! I can hear you just fine on a normal level. Let me make something perfectly clear to you. You're not going anywhere. I don't care how defiant you try to be. You will not push me into tossing you out. Believe me, you are not the first child I've dealt with," Gabriel said before pointing to the chair Sam had just vacated. "Sit down."
Sam stared at Gabriel for a minute before doing what he asked. As he sat there, he vowed he would find a way out of there. He didn't care what it took.