“Yes, Sam.”

deanandthemoose:

Hi! I don’t usually post my writing on Tumblr, but 13×17 has me FUCKED UP over Gabe. So please enjoy some Sabriel 🙂 

(SOME) SPOILERS AHEAD

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Fear.

That’s all Sam could get out of Gabriel. He watched as the archangel’s eyes darted around the room, jumping at Dean’s voice. Jumping at Ketch’s voice. Sam found himself beginning to grow angry with how loud they were being; anyone with eyes could see Gabriel was traumatised. Though Sam couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was going through, he felt he had some idea. Sam had been tortured by Lucifer himself and Colonel Sanders was… Well, he was one of Lucifer’s creations. He probably thought like his creator.

Sam shook that thought out of his head as quickly as it came, his eyes landing on Gabriel. His feet were pulled up onto the chair, his knees tucked into his thin chest. He gripped his legs with his arms and did his best to hide his face within his limbs. Sam frowned, scooting closer to Gabriel. Gabriel’s head shot up, and a grunt came from his stitched lips, letting Sam know that he was scared of the movement. Sam took a deep breath, putting his hands up in defense.

“It’s alright, Gabriel. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s me, Sam. Sam Winchester.” Sam tried to keep his voice as soft and steady as possible, but his voice broke as he said his own name. Seeing Gabriel- the golden archangel, the Gabriel who loved tricks and sweets- so… broken… made his chest feel empty, as if his heart had dropped into his stomach. He was convinced that it had at this point. Slowly, gingerly, Sam placed a hand on Gabriel’s knee. He tried to keep himself from shaking as Gabriel let out a muffled scream, trying to shove himself farther back into the chair. Sam’s brows creased in worry.

“Gabriel, it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you. Can I take the… the stitches out of your mouth?” Sam cursed to himself as his voice cracked again. He thought perhaps he’d rather have Gabriel dead than see him so terrified. Terrified of Sam. Sam pulled his hand away, feeling his heart become heavy. The archangel whom he had grown to love was terrified of him. Sam let his head hang between his knees, his hair falling into his face. He wanted nothing more than for Gabriel to feel okay again. He wished that Asmodeus hadn’t caused the damage he did to Gabriel, but he had, and Sam couldn’t take that back, no matter how much he wished he could.

Though his vision was clouded by his hair and tears that threatened to escape, Sam saw a dirty, bloody hand slide onto his own knee. His head came up slowly to see that Gabriel had unraveled himself to comfort Sam. Sam almost laughed at the gesture, because Gabriel was the one who needed comforting. Sam’s comforting could come at a later date, as it always had. Sam placed his hand on Gabriel’s. Gabriel flinched, but didn’t pull away. Sam smiled weakly at him, sadness filling his eyes as he looked over the archangel once again.

“Let’s get those stitches, out Gabe,” Sam suggested, standing. Gabriel balled up a fist of the material of Sam’s shirt, looking terrified again. Sam felt the tears coming again; one of the most magnificent beings, one of the strongest, was afraid to be left alone. His own hand closed over Gabe’s and the archangel relaxed a little, slowly blinking at Sam. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” Sam told him, “I’m just going to get some supplies.” Gabriel’s grip on Sam loosened and then fell away; he gave Sam a small nod. So small that Sam had barely even noticed it. As he went to go get supplies from his bedroom, he smiled to himself. Gabriel must remember him to some degree, because he had calmed down.

After grabbing the first aid kit, Sam made his way back to Gabriel. He found him in the same spot he had left him, again hugging himself. Sam came around the table, setting down the first aid kit. Gabriel let his legs fall to the ground, his hand once again finding the material of Sam’s shirt. Sam nodded knowingly at him. Gabriel wasn’t sure if this was real or not, and Sam understood. He had felt that way once himself. Sam pulled a scalpel from the first aid kit as well as some gauze and a alcohol wipe. He wiped off the scalpel before leaning close to Gabriel. “If this hurts too much, pull on my shirt, alright?” Gabriel blinked at him in response, and Sam took this as an okay to start.

Carefully, Sam cut through the stitches in Gabriel’s lips. He bit back how much pain it caused him to see his friend like this; Gabriel was probably feeling way more anyway. When the stitches were cut and after Sam had carefully pulled them out, he cleaned the wounds as softly as he could. When he was done, he gave Gabriel a soft smile. “There we go. Much better, don’t you think?” Gabriel blinked at him again, opening and closing his mouth a few times. He looked up at Sam calmly, making Sam’s chest feel a lot lighter. Gabriel was calm. Sam had helped him feel safe. Gabriel opened his mouth again, shocking Sam as words began to fall from his lips.

“Y-yes. Yes, S-sam.”