God willing, I'll see you on the other side
Sam had been driving most of the night, energized by a combination of caffeine and elation. He knew how to do it. After two, nearly three years, he finally knew how to repay a very old debt. Dean was taking care of things with Benny and frankly, the less Sam thought about that, the happier he was going to be. At least this time it was an amicable talk. Sam was going to take care of some research (because you don't tell your older, hyperprotective brother you're about to try and resurrect an archangel and expect him to hand over the keys) and Dean was going to make sure that Benny stayed clean.
Clean-ish.
Whatever.
The hotel was exactly the way they'd left it. Walking inside, Sam wondered if the psychic residue of both gods and an archangel dying here had kept anyone from investigating the place, or even discovering the bodies that still littered the floor. A few were missing, probably fellow pagans slipping in to recover their own.
But Gabriel hadn't moved.
Still and silent and it just ate at Sam as he sets down his gear. Gabriel had been a consummate pain in the ass, but he deserved better than this, a quiet body and ashen wingprints on the floor.
He got to work, and for the next three hours, surrounded the archangel's lifeless vessel in Enochian sigils. Large, small, all intertwined in a large, complex and frankly dangerous spell circle. There were spells to summon an angel, even spells to summon an archangel. All he had to do was call up the shattered bits of Gabriel's grace. If they could pull together, maybe Gabriel could find his way back.
Or maybe he'd get vaporized, but hey, that's never stopped him before, right?
Clean-ish.
Whatever.
The hotel was exactly the way they'd left it. Walking inside, Sam wondered if the psychic residue of both gods and an archangel dying here had kept anyone from investigating the place, or even discovering the bodies that still littered the floor. A few were missing, probably fellow pagans slipping in to recover their own.
But Gabriel hadn't moved.
Still and silent and it just ate at Sam as he sets down his gear. Gabriel had been a consummate pain in the ass, but he deserved better than this, a quiet body and ashen wingprints on the floor.
He got to work, and for the next three hours, surrounded the archangel's lifeless vessel in Enochian sigils. Large, small, all intertwined in a large, complex and frankly dangerous spell circle. There were spells to summon an angel, even spells to summon an archangel. All he had to do was call up the shattered bits of Gabriel's grace. If they could pull together, maybe Gabriel could find his way back.
Or maybe he'd get vaporized, but hey, that's never stopped him before, right?