voice of rage and ruin, part 2 of ?
Title: Voice of Rage and Ruin
Author: confetticas
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Angst and drama with a sprinkling of humor every once in awhile. Eventual girl!Sam/Gabriel and Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: through season 5 in a roundabout way, altering canon a little when it comes to the Novak's (although maybe not since we don't actually know the dates)
Warnings: alwaysagirl!Sam, language
Word Count: 2001 for this part, 5,941 so far
Summary: When Samantha Winchester is six years old, she wakes up just in time to see her brother be kidnapped by two men who glow so bright it hurts. Her entire life changes in an instant.
Author's note: So, I'm not really sure about this chapter, but I'm going to give it a shot and see how you guys like it. I have the whole story planned out but I'm having some issues getting it written down so I figured I'd post what I have... :/
Previous Chapters: Prologue Part One
Voice of Rage and Ruin
Part Two: November 2002
Sam fights a laugh and flicks a crumpled up piece of paper at Gabriel, bringing a finger to her lips. "Ah - no, I'm listening, Bobby!" she promises as her surrogate Uncle starts to sound irritated. "Werewolf, Austin, I got it," she assures him.
"Are you with someone?" Bobby asks suspiciously.
Sam glowers at the archangel for being a pest and making it really hard not to sound amused during a check-in phone call. If she gets dragged back to Bobby's house over this, she's going to pitch a fucking fit. "No," she lies promptly.
"Sam, I am not an idiot," Bobby barks irritably. "Don't lie to me. Who've you got with you?"
Sam barely manages not to groan and grabs her hairbrush to throw at the archangel, who pulls a mocking wounded expression at her. "I - uh, a friend," she tries hopefully.
Bobby scoffs. "Do I sound to you like I was born yesterday, Sam? Stop dodging the question."
"I met him on a case," Sam's somewhat talented in the art of lying by omission, it was necessary to survive her teenage years with her relationship with her father still relatively intact. "He's helping me out for awhile."
"Helping you out with what?" Bobby asks her curiously. "I know if you ran into a hunt you needed help with, you'd've called me or your Daddy for help."
Unbelievable, everyone in Sam's life thinks she's still twelve years old. It's utterly ridiculous. "He's helping me search for Dean and whatever took him that night," Sam says, stubbornly. "Please refrain from sharing your opinion on the matter, Uncle Bobby. I know he's out there somewhere."
Bobby sighs sadly, "Sam, you knew your brother - don't you think if he was alive, he'd have spent the last thirteen years fighting tooth and nail to get back to you and your Daddy? We would have heard something by now. Who is this man, anyways?"
Cue overprotective Uncle, because an overprotective father just isn't enough for Sam, really, she muses wryly. Gabriel snickers and Sam mentally curses nosy mind-reading archangels. "Like I said, I met him on a hunt," Sam repeats firmly, hoping Bobby'll let it go at that. He won't, she knows, but it's worth a shot, at least.
"He a hunter?" Bobby queries in the voice Sam knows he uses to interrogate people. How rude.
"Something like that," Sam replies wryly.
Bobby doesn't say anything for a minute and then he demands, "I want to meet him."
Gabriel perks up, "I can arrange that!" he promises cheerfully.
Sam groans in horror. "You hear that?" she asks miserably.
"I did," Bobby agrees. "I'll be expecting you." He hangs up.
Sam drops her cell phone onto the counter and glowers at Gabriel. "Thanks," she says, utterly sarcastic.
Gabriel shrugs, "What?" he asks defensively. "You made him sound awesome, I want to meet him, even if he does just want to interrogate me to make sure precious little Samantha's virtue is still intact." Gabriel pauses after this mocking statement and then snorts, "Wait, that was gone looong before I came along," he teases.
Sam shakes her head, amused. "You're like a child," she informs him, grinning despite herself. In all honesty, she can't remember being this happy since before Dean was taken. Gabriel just manages to make everything amusing and so much easier to handle. He makes her laugh, really truly, for the first time in longer than she cares to remember. "And it isn't like you're helping matters," she points out, because he's not. About a week after they started working together, one thing led to another and she and Gabriel wound up in bed together. In the three weeks since, they've made a habit of repeating the act as often as possible, no strings attached, of course.
"Hey, you love it and you know it," Gabriel retorts, smirking. "So, at a guess, you're going to stubbornly insist we drive, right? Heaven forbid I mojo your baby," he rolls his eyes in affectionate disgust.
Sam rolls her eyes, "If you promise not to alter one single tiny thing about it, you may mojo us and my baby to Bobby's," she concedes. "But this is a one time thing and it's only because I want to get this over with instead of dreading it for two days while we drive to Bobby's."
Gabriel grins excitedly and snaps his fingers, and they're standing in front her car in Bobby's driveway.
Sam takes a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for the upcoming conversation, and then she grabs Gabriel's hand and drags him up to the door.
Bobby greets them with a beer each.
Sam rolls her eyes, "Really, Bobby?"
Bobby glares at her, "Drink."
"All right, all right, but you have to give me one that isn't watered down after - " Sam stops and stares in bewilderment as Gabriel finishes off the beer, grinning rather ridiculously. "Gabe?" she queries hesitantly.
Gabriel grins at her, swaying a bit, "There was holy water in that, wasn't there?" he asks, words slightly slurred.
Sam drinks a quick gulp of her beer for Bobby's sake and then asks incredulously, beginning to grin, "Oh, no way. Holy water gets you guys drunk?"
"Jus' a li'l buzzed," Gabriel protests, leaning against the wall for support.
Sam snorts in amusement and turns her attention to Bobby, "Uncle Bobby, this is Gabriel. The archangel."
Bobby quirks an eyebrow at her. "You got proof to back that up, or have you completely lost your mind, Sam?"
"You do realize that this guy once struck a man dumb for doubting him, right?" Sam asks her surrogate Uncle incredulously.
Gabriel giggles drunkenly and holds up a finger, "That was funny. I wasn't supposed to do that, but it was really, really funny. Dad didn't find it as funny as I did," he pouts. "Neither did Michael. Or Raphael. Fun-suckers," he complains. "They didn't like it when I turned Lot's wife into a pillar of salt, either. It's not my fault people don't listen!"
Bobby looks somewhat amused. "Strangely enough, I'm starting to believe you. What's an archangel doing helping Sam look for her brother?" he asks, looking at Gabriel with undisguised suspicion.
"She sees our true forms," Gabriel tells Bobby brightly. "S'really rare and generally indicates a strong bloodline, a pure soul or power, or, in Sam's case, all of the above. M'stupid brothers took Dean and I'm gonna help her get him back."
"So bright it hurts, with wings," Bobby murmurs Sam's description of the not-men who'd taken her brother all those years ago. "Angels. Of course," he shakes his head at his own folly, for not considering the possibility.
Gabriel grins wider, "She's a smart cookie, our Sammy is."
"Oh, you have to be kidding me," Sam murmurs, grinning so hard it hurts. Drunken archangels, it appears, are quite amusing to watch. "Gabe, do you happen to know of any way to sober yourself up? You can't just think it out of your system like you do actual alcohol?"
"No can do," Gabriel chirps. "Sides, I feel great. Why would I want to do that?"
Sam rolls her eyes and pushes past the archangel into Bobby's living room. "So," she says, smugly. "Dean's alive."
Bobby smiles fondly. "I'm glad to know it," he agrees. "Sam, it was never that I didn't want him to be alive or that I doubted you, just always that it seemed impossible for him to be alive. I've never been happier in my life to be wrong."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"I," Gabriel announces smugly, appearing in Sam's motel room and perching on the counter, "Have a lead on your brother."
Sam looks up from her coffee cup, eyes widening. "You have a lead?" she asks hopefully.
Gabriel nods, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, "I have a lead," he confirms.
Sam jumps up and squeals in excitement, giving Gabriel a bear hug in her joy. "We have a lead!" she repeats happily. After a few moments of jumping up and down and generally being over-excited, Sam manages to calm down enough to ask, "What's the lead?"
"See, I had this thought awhile ago, that if Heaven had managed to hold onto Dean, he would feel different. Either Michael would be wearing him, or he'd be in Heaven and his presence would feel diluted to me," Gabriel explains. "But he isn't possessed and he's not in Heaven, he's on Earth - so, I thought, how could he possibly have escaped? And it occurred to me that he would've had to have help, another angel would've had to help him. And that angel would either have been killed, or would've Fallen. I would've felt it, if an angel had died. They haven't, not at the right time. So I started looking for signs, trying to track them. In 1989, there was a shooting star over Pontiac, Illinois - an angel's Grace, as it falls to Earth, tends to be mistaken as a shooting star. I searched Pontiac and its surrounding towns and came up with a boy, he's twelve, I believe," Gabriel clarifies. "Name's Lucas Novak and if I'm not very much mistaken, he was my little brother Castiel before he Fell."
Sam considers this, "So, if he's twelve, does he... remember his existence as an angel?" she asks.
Gabriel sighs, "No, not really. He has nightmares, been in and out of therapy since he was about three. Talks about his brothers attacking a human boy, taking him, about saving the boy and tearing out his Grace to save his own life. Of course, he only has a little sister and as far as anyone knows, he's human, so, suffice it to say, people think the poor kid is batshit crazy."
"He has a little sister?" Sam asks curiously.
"Well, yeah," Gabriel shrugs, "He Fell, showed up in Amelia Novak's womb, Amelia gave birth, and then five years later, she gave birth to a completely human little girl called Claire. I'm honestly sort of happy for the kid, our family is the defining example of dysfunctional and the Novak's definitely aren't. At any rate, all bets say that Castiel saved Dean. All we have to do is convince Lucas to remember who and what he used to be and he can tell us where he put your big brother for safekeeping."
Sam grimaces, "Isn't that a little unfair? He's twelve," she points out reluctantly. "That's a lot to put on a kids shoulders."
"He's older than time itself," Gabriel retorts, "And if you want to find Dean, he's pretty much the only way it's going to happen."
"Yeah, about that," Sam eyes him curiously. "You can track me anywhere I go, and I've seen you find other people the same way, so why is it that you can't track Dean down?"
Gabriel chuckles, "Because Castiel is a clever little bastard. When he saved your brother, he rather intelligently also chose to hide the kid from the senses of angels. There isn't an angel in all of creation who would stand a chance at finding Dean. Except for Castiel, and he'll only know because he put him there - at the very least he can tell us who he grew up with."
"As smart as that is in 'hiding Dean from the angels who want to do bad things to him' category, it really blows otherwise," Sam gripes. "So, basically, we have to go disrupt a kid's life if I ever want to find my brother?"
Gabriel nods grimly.
Sam slumps down into a chair and buries her head in her hands. "This blows," she complains unhappily.
"Yeah, kid, it does," Gabriel agrees sympathetically. "You want time to think it over?" he offers.
Sam closes her eyes briefly and then nods. "Yes. I should think it over. In the meantime," she smiles weakly, "I could use a distraction."
Gabriel smirks, "Happy to oblige, Sammy-Sam-Sam."
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