sabriel mini-bang (10/10)
Chapter Ten: A Wrap-Up Since I Know You Silly Humans Always Want to Hear About The Happy Ending (Though This Isn’t Really An Ending, but We Won’t Discuss Semantics)
After the battle, we discovered that we had lost a lot of people. Many others were injured, but Chamuel and Castiel and Sigyn and I were able to heal them. Along with Tim and Reggie and Addy, there were ten other deaths. Tamara, Creedy, Lenore, Kathleen, Raven, Coyote, Fenrir, and Haley were all killed. The deaths that hit the Winchesters the hardest were Ellen and Rufus.
We held a funeral almost immediately. As soon as we were able to heal everyone, we gathered the dead. With the exception of Rufus, whom Bobby insisted on burying, we wrapped in linen and built a pyre. It had been a sombre affair and no one felt like celebrating when all was said and done.
For days, Jo and Bobby wouldn’t speak to anyone. When we got back to Singer’s place, they locked themselves in the panic room with enough alcohol to kill several grown men. They didn’t come out for almost three days.
I admit that I didn’t handle the deaths of Raven, Coyote, or Fenrir very well. They had been my family. Just as much as Castiel or Chamuel or Michael or any of my other brothers. They were my family and I had gone to them for help. They were dead because they wanted to help me.
It would have ended in a lot of moping had it not been for Sam. Even though he was mourning Rufus and Ellen (who I knew he had seen almost like a mother), he did his best to cheer me up. He would leave to get groceries and come back with a bag of vegetables in one arm and a bag of candy in the other. He would ask me about the old Norse myths and want to know which ones were true. He would ask about Biblical figures and want to know what they were really like.
We spent a few weeks at Singer’s. Within a month, the number of people had dwindled back down to Dean, Castiel, Sam, Singer, and I. It was comfortable, being back to normal. But the Winchesters could never sit still for long. They always had to be hunting something. It was just who they were.
So we worked out a routine. Whenever Sam and Dean went on a hunt, Castiel and I would visit home. Occasionally one of us would stay with the brothers if we thought they were hunting something they would need help with, but Castiel and I mostly stuck together.
Things back home were different. The majority of our brothers and sisters had never met our Father before. Now He was back and He was active. He didn’t just relay orders to Michael and Raphael and I like back in the old days. He talked to everyone. He went everywhere. If He wanted something done, He would ask someone to do it Himself and would sometimes even help them do it.
It was good even if most of the angels were wary and still stuck in how things used to be.
We went on like this for nearly a year. Sam and Dean would go on a hunt, Castiel and I would visit home, we would get back and help finish the hunt if they weren’t done already, and then we would spend a weekend (sometimes even a week) just relaxing. Sometimes we would split up and Dean and Castiel would go somewhere while Sam and I went somewhere else. Other times we would just stay in whatever motel Sam and Dean had been staying at.
It was after a year that I decided enough was enough.
We were in Kentucky and Sam and Dean had just finished up a hunt. We had decided to go out to eat, so we were sitting in a little diner. Sam and I sat across from Dean and Castiel. Castiel and I had discussed my idea while in heaven and I brushed my grace against his so that he knew I was about to bring it up.
“So,” I said. “Boys. Bro and I have been talking.”
Dean snorted. “That’s never a good sign.”
I rolled my eyes. “What we were thinking is that we find a place to stay that’s better than these shitty motels.”
Sam frowned. “You mean staying at more expensive places? Gabe, we don’t have that kind of money.” Shut up. Yeah, he called me ‘Gabe’ occasionally now. It’s kind of sweet.
“Please. You know I could get the money, kiddo,” I replied. “But that’s not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?” Sam continued in confusion.
Castiel is the one who replied. “Gabriel and I believe that we should get a house,” he said simply.
“A house?” Dean asked incredulously.
Sam frowned. “You’re not serious, are you?”
I frowned and folded my arms across my chest. “It’s not that bad of an idea,” I grumbled. “You can still hunt. It’s not like there’s anything hard to hunt anymore.”
Dean laughed. “You’re joking, right? You want the four of us to get a house?”
I glared and turned to look out the window. “Fine, then. Forget about it.” Castiel’s grace brushed against mine in commiseration. He hadn’t known at the time, but I had already gone ahead and bought a house. It was in Minnesota and about half a day’s drive from Bobby. Frankly, it was gorgeous. It wasn’t as big as some of my hideaways, but I knew that Sam and Dean would have felt odd in a house that big.
It was still beautiful, though. It wasn’t completely unlike their old house back in Lawrence. It was two stories and had a spacious attic and basement. It was stone from the outside and had a huge yard and was isolated enough that no one would question our comings and goings. It was big enough that we wouldn’t bother each other, but that we would still be together.
After their reactions, however, I had thought it was stupid to think that the Winchesters would ever want to settle down.
Sam nudged my shoulder so I would turn to look at him. “Are you serious, Gabriel? You and Castiel want to live with us?”
“Yeah,” Dean said, “I mean, we won’t exactly be fun to live with.”
I glanced at Castiel and he looked at Sam and Dean seriously. “You are our family,” he said firmly.
“We want to stay with you,” I said quietly, glancing first at Dean and then at Sam.
Sam grinned widely and looked at his brother. After a moment, Dean shook his head and smiled. “All right, then. I guess we’re going to have to start looking for houses.”
“Why do I get the feeling we’re gonna regret this?” Sam asked with a grin.
I grinned and shrugged. “You probably will,” I said. “But we can always distract you whenever you get too annoyed.”
And that’s that, really. I hope that satisfies your curiosity about what happened to us after we stopped the Apocalypse. I’m not quite sure to do with myself now. I’ve spent a long time writing this out. Hopefully someday someone will actually read it. I can’t be sure quite yet.
Oh, and when all you humans get to heaven and ask if any of this really happened or not? I’ll be there. Of course, I probably won’t tell you. Where’s the fun in that?
“Gabriel? What are you doing?”
I turned from the laptop to see Sam standing in the doorway of the study. I had pretty much taken up residence there while writing the story of the Apocalypse. In fact, they had trouble dragging me away from it. Sam was squinting and in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I grinned up at him when he ran a hand through his incredibly messed-up hair. “I just finished, Sammy!”
He frowned. “Then will you come back to bed already? I’m getting really sick of sleeping alone, you know.”
I glanced back at the laptop before pushing the lid down to close it. “Sure thing, kiddo.”
He moved forward and leaned down to pull me in for a slow kiss before wrapping his arm around me and leading me back to our bedroom. We settled down in the blankets and he pulled me close. Whenever Sam was sleepy, he always wanted to cuddle. I didn’t need to sleep, but I loved lying with Sam. Sometimes I would sleep, if only because it was nice to wake up in his arms.
Yeah, I’m a sap. But I don’t really care anymore. Now I know that I love Sam and that’s all I really cared about anymore. Sam and Dean and Castiel are the only family I needed these days.
For the first time in my entire life, I was happy. Actually, legitimately happy. I laid there with Sam and wondered vaguely what my life would be like if I hadn’t gone to help the Winchesters.
I decided I didn’t care. I was here. Sam was here. Dean and Castiel were on the other end of the house that we owned.
We were home and we had everything we needed. It was enough.
the end
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After the battle, we discovered that we had lost a lot of people. Many others were injured, but Chamuel and Castiel and Sigyn and I were able to heal them. Along with Tim and Reggie and Addy, there were ten other deaths. Tamara, Creedy, Lenore, Kathleen, Raven, Coyote, Fenrir, and Haley were all killed. The deaths that hit the Winchesters the hardest were Ellen and Rufus.
We held a funeral almost immediately. As soon as we were able to heal everyone, we gathered the dead. With the exception of Rufus, whom Bobby insisted on burying, we wrapped in linen and built a pyre. It had been a sombre affair and no one felt like celebrating when all was said and done.
For days, Jo and Bobby wouldn’t speak to anyone. When we got back to Singer’s place, they locked themselves in the panic room with enough alcohol to kill several grown men. They didn’t come out for almost three days.
I admit that I didn’t handle the deaths of Raven, Coyote, or Fenrir very well. They had been my family. Just as much as Castiel or Chamuel or Michael or any of my other brothers. They were my family and I had gone to them for help. They were dead because they wanted to help me.
It would have ended in a lot of moping had it not been for Sam. Even though he was mourning Rufus and Ellen (who I knew he had seen almost like a mother), he did his best to cheer me up. He would leave to get groceries and come back with a bag of vegetables in one arm and a bag of candy in the other. He would ask me about the old Norse myths and want to know which ones were true. He would ask about Biblical figures and want to know what they were really like.
We spent a few weeks at Singer’s. Within a month, the number of people had dwindled back down to Dean, Castiel, Sam, Singer, and I. It was comfortable, being back to normal. But the Winchesters could never sit still for long. They always had to be hunting something. It was just who they were.
So we worked out a routine. Whenever Sam and Dean went on a hunt, Castiel and I would visit home. Occasionally one of us would stay with the brothers if we thought they were hunting something they would need help with, but Castiel and I mostly stuck together.
Things back home were different. The majority of our brothers and sisters had never met our Father before. Now He was back and He was active. He didn’t just relay orders to Michael and Raphael and I like back in the old days. He talked to everyone. He went everywhere. If He wanted something done, He would ask someone to do it Himself and would sometimes even help them do it.
It was good even if most of the angels were wary and still stuck in how things used to be.
We went on like this for nearly a year. Sam and Dean would go on a hunt, Castiel and I would visit home, we would get back and help finish the hunt if they weren’t done already, and then we would spend a weekend (sometimes even a week) just relaxing. Sometimes we would split up and Dean and Castiel would go somewhere while Sam and I went somewhere else. Other times we would just stay in whatever motel Sam and Dean had been staying at.
It was after a year that I decided enough was enough.
We were in Kentucky and Sam and Dean had just finished up a hunt. We had decided to go out to eat, so we were sitting in a little diner. Sam and I sat across from Dean and Castiel. Castiel and I had discussed my idea while in heaven and I brushed my grace against his so that he knew I was about to bring it up.
“So,” I said. “Boys. Bro and I have been talking.”
Dean snorted. “That’s never a good sign.”
I rolled my eyes. “What we were thinking is that we find a place to stay that’s better than these shitty motels.”
Sam frowned. “You mean staying at more expensive places? Gabe, we don’t have that kind of money.” Shut up. Yeah, he called me ‘Gabe’ occasionally now. It’s kind of sweet.
“Please. You know I could get the money, kiddo,” I replied. “But that’s not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?” Sam continued in confusion.
Castiel is the one who replied. “Gabriel and I believe that we should get a house,” he said simply.
“A house?” Dean asked incredulously.
Sam frowned. “You’re not serious, are you?”
I frowned and folded my arms across my chest. “It’s not that bad of an idea,” I grumbled. “You can still hunt. It’s not like there’s anything hard to hunt anymore.”
Dean laughed. “You’re joking, right? You want the four of us to get a house?”
I glared and turned to look out the window. “Fine, then. Forget about it.” Castiel’s grace brushed against mine in commiseration. He hadn’t known at the time, but I had already gone ahead and bought a house. It was in Minnesota and about half a day’s drive from Bobby. Frankly, it was gorgeous. It wasn’t as big as some of my hideaways, but I knew that Sam and Dean would have felt odd in a house that big.
It was still beautiful, though. It wasn’t completely unlike their old house back in Lawrence. It was two stories and had a spacious attic and basement. It was stone from the outside and had a huge yard and was isolated enough that no one would question our comings and goings. It was big enough that we wouldn’t bother each other, but that we would still be together.
After their reactions, however, I had thought it was stupid to think that the Winchesters would ever want to settle down.
Sam nudged my shoulder so I would turn to look at him. “Are you serious, Gabriel? You and Castiel want to live with us?”
“Yeah,” Dean said, “I mean, we won’t exactly be fun to live with.”
I glanced at Castiel and he looked at Sam and Dean seriously. “You are our family,” he said firmly.
“We want to stay with you,” I said quietly, glancing first at Dean and then at Sam.
Sam grinned widely and looked at his brother. After a moment, Dean shook his head and smiled. “All right, then. I guess we’re going to have to start looking for houses.”
“Why do I get the feeling we’re gonna regret this?” Sam asked with a grin.
I grinned and shrugged. “You probably will,” I said. “But we can always distract you whenever you get too annoyed.”
And that’s that, really. I hope that satisfies your curiosity about what happened to us after we stopped the Apocalypse. I’m not quite sure to do with myself now. I’ve spent a long time writing this out. Hopefully someday someone will actually read it. I can’t be sure quite yet.
Oh, and when all you humans get to heaven and ask if any of this really happened or not? I’ll be there. Of course, I probably won’t tell you. Where’s the fun in that?
“Gabriel? What are you doing?”
I turned from the laptop to see Sam standing in the doorway of the study. I had pretty much taken up residence there while writing the story of the Apocalypse. In fact, they had trouble dragging me away from it. Sam was squinting and in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I grinned up at him when he ran a hand through his incredibly messed-up hair. “I just finished, Sammy!”
He frowned. “Then will you come back to bed already? I’m getting really sick of sleeping alone, you know.”
I glanced back at the laptop before pushing the lid down to close it. “Sure thing, kiddo.”
He moved forward and leaned down to pull me in for a slow kiss before wrapping his arm around me and leading me back to our bedroom. We settled down in the blankets and he pulled me close. Whenever Sam was sleepy, he always wanted to cuddle. I didn’t need to sleep, but I loved lying with Sam. Sometimes I would sleep, if only because it was nice to wake up in his arms.
Yeah, I’m a sap. But I don’t really care anymore. Now I know that I love Sam and that’s all I really cared about anymore. Sam and Dean and Castiel are the only family I needed these days.
For the first time in my entire life, I was happy. Actually, legitimately happy. I laid there with Sam and wondered vaguely what my life would be like if I hadn’t gone to help the Winchesters.
I decided I didn’t care. I was here. Sam was here. Dean and Castiel were on the other end of the house that we owned.
We were home and we had everything we needed. It was enough.
the end
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