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Prompt: Empathy
Rating: PG
Pairing Pre Sam/Gabriel
Summary: Dust as far as the eye could see. With an archangel’s eyes that was a lot of dust.
Dust as far as the eye could see. With an archangel’s eyes that was a lot of dust.
Gabriel stopped where he stood with an uncharacteristic frown on his face. He had realized that young Sam’s dreams couldn’t exactly be…pleasant but he hadn’t expected this.
“I don’t dream about you,” Sam said and Gabriel whipped around, surprised.
“Yeah, I’m not part of your dream. Real me here,” he gestured to himself.
Sam’s suspicious look breaks down and the exhaustion comes through clearly now, “Why are you here? Lucifer had other things to do so you’re his stand-in?”
“No,” Gabriel says roughly, he feels like being gentle and it’s unfamiliar enough to make him rage. “I wanted to… I wanted to talk to you. In private, without your brother around calling me a monster because that’s really only funny the first twenty times.”
Sam pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s staving off a headache, then he turns his back on Gabriel and walks away. Gabriel follows and soon sees that Sam has a destination in mind. They climb the tallest bit of ground there is and Sam slowly sits down, arms around his knees.
“This is all there’s going to be, when Lucifer’s finally got me. When Dean’s dead,” Sam says, his voice thin like he’s been talking just to hear a human voice. “There won’t be anything left except him in me and any angel who Falls with him.”
The first time they met, Gabriel felt that he and Sam were two of a kind and reacted violently against it. He can hear ‘when the world ends’ in the way he says ‘when Dean’s dead,’ and that’s the moment he’s through with blaming Sam for his brothers going to war. They only ever needed an excuse. It isn’t Sam’s fault that his brother deserves his love when Gabriel’s brothers don’t. It isn’t Sam’s fault Gabriel never learned how to stop loving them anyway.
He looks out over the wasteland that Lucifer promises (honeyed, sweet promises, that it’s all for the best and he believes it. That damn self-righteous asshole believes that he’s making things right.) to make of his second home. The home he chose. He blindly reaches out a hand to curl around Sam’s neck. Sam stiffens up and stays stiff for the longest time while Gabriel can’t find the words he needs. Then comes the moment where Sam suddenly relaxes back into the touch, as if he gets what Gabriel isn’t saying. Or as if he’s willing to blindly trust in the goodness of others just one more time.
With an archangel’s eyes you can see far, and somewhere in the distance Gabriel can see a fir tree growing slowly.
Rating: PG
Pairing Pre Sam/Gabriel
Summary: Dust as far as the eye could see. With an archangel’s eyes that was a lot of dust.
Dust as far as the eye could see. With an archangel’s eyes that was a lot of dust.
Gabriel stopped where he stood with an uncharacteristic frown on his face. He had realized that young Sam’s dreams couldn’t exactly be…pleasant but he hadn’t expected this.
“I don’t dream about you,” Sam said and Gabriel whipped around, surprised.
“Yeah, I’m not part of your dream. Real me here,” he gestured to himself.
Sam’s suspicious look breaks down and the exhaustion comes through clearly now, “Why are you here? Lucifer had other things to do so you’re his stand-in?”
“No,” Gabriel says roughly, he feels like being gentle and it’s unfamiliar enough to make him rage. “I wanted to… I wanted to talk to you. In private, without your brother around calling me a monster because that’s really only funny the first twenty times.”
Sam pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s staving off a headache, then he turns his back on Gabriel and walks away. Gabriel follows and soon sees that Sam has a destination in mind. They climb the tallest bit of ground there is and Sam slowly sits down, arms around his knees.
“This is all there’s going to be, when Lucifer’s finally got me. When Dean’s dead,” Sam says, his voice thin like he’s been talking just to hear a human voice. “There won’t be anything left except him in me and any angel who Falls with him.”
The first time they met, Gabriel felt that he and Sam were two of a kind and reacted violently against it. He can hear ‘when the world ends’ in the way he says ‘when Dean’s dead,’ and that’s the moment he’s through with blaming Sam for his brothers going to war. They only ever needed an excuse. It isn’t Sam’s fault that his brother deserves his love when Gabriel’s brothers don’t. It isn’t Sam’s fault Gabriel never learned how to stop loving them anyway.
He looks out over the wasteland that Lucifer promises (honeyed, sweet promises, that it’s all for the best and he believes it. That damn self-righteous asshole believes that he’s making things right.) to make of his second home. The home he chose. He blindly reaches out a hand to curl around Sam’s neck. Sam stiffens up and stays stiff for the longest time while Gabriel can’t find the words he needs. Then comes the moment where Sam suddenly relaxes back into the touch, as if he gets what Gabriel isn’t saying. Or as if he’s willing to blindly trust in the goodness of others just one more time.
With an archangel’s eyes you can see far, and somewhere in the distance Gabriel can see a fir tree growing slowly.