Second Verse, Same as the First
Gabriel doesn't know where he was or how long he'd been there. He only knew one thing. He was bored. Mind-numbingly bored. Other angels might find some sense of peace and serenity in death, but not him. Even in Heaven, he was never satisfied just staying still. There were too many wonders to explore, people to talk to, things to do.
Humans were incredible like that. So it was no small wonder he found himself drawn to Sam and Dean Winchester, even going so far as to draw his sword on his own brother to buy them enough time to escape.
Dying hurt. Watching the grief crack his brother's face before his grace boiled up and exploded into tiny shards. Leaving him.. wherever he'd been.
He'd even prayed. Anything to break the silence.
So when a powerful rush of ancient magic jerked him out of his rest-slash-boredom? He didn't fight it.
What he wasn't expecting was to wake up in a motel room where Sam lay on a bed, body convulsed in agony. The trials. He could see the damage it was doing to the kid, all that aborted power. When he finally slipped into sleep, Gabriel moved closer, warm golden light settling into Sam's mind.
Heya kiddo. Miss me?
Humans were incredible like that. So it was no small wonder he found himself drawn to Sam and Dean Winchester, even going so far as to draw his sword on his own brother to buy them enough time to escape.
Dying hurt. Watching the grief crack his brother's face before his grace boiled up and exploded into tiny shards. Leaving him.. wherever he'd been.
He'd even prayed. Anything to break the silence.
So when a powerful rush of ancient magic jerked him out of his rest-slash-boredom? He didn't fight it.
What he wasn't expecting was to wake up in a motel room where Sam lay on a bed, body convulsed in agony. The trials. He could see the damage it was doing to the kid, all that aborted power. When he finally slipped into sleep, Gabriel moved closer, warm golden light settling into Sam's mind.
Heya kiddo. Miss me?