Sabriel Tuesday #3
Title: Strange Face of Love (2)
Characters: Gabriel/Sam, Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Spoilers: post season 5
Warning: schmoop, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Sam is involuntarily changed into an archangel. Gabriel helps him adjust.
Notes: This is the beginning for the second chapter of "Strange Face of Love". It's not much ... unfortunately.
It was hard to grasp what was happening around him, but the first noticeable change was that the pain actually lessened. A groan of relief left his mouth, instantly he relaxed even more to prolong the condition of mind and body where the cold white anguish was miraculously absent.
„Brother “, a voice called him. „Are you with us?“
He gave some kind of positive response, yet he reacted more to the familiar sound of a long missed greeting than the actual question.
“Hn”, he moaned and moved.
All his limps ached, the surroundings disturbed his senses and his wings felt unimaginable heavy. He doubted he would be able fly with them. But they were still there, he knew. He knew they were there. Right now they may be useless for flying, but their weight eased an old fear in him, which he had learnt to live with. Somehow, since he could remember there had always been a kind of paranoia inside of him, causing him to run and flee as fast as he could, when another protection had been ripped down.
Now his wings were back, he could feel them and he wouldn’t have to rely on human feet or human weapons to defend himself. Their constant stumbling in the dark was freighting, how they weren’t aware of the threats lurking in the shadows.
Characters: Gabriel/Sam, Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Spoilers: post season 5
Warning: schmoop, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Sam is involuntarily changed into an archangel. Gabriel helps him adjust.
Notes: This is the beginning for the second chapter of "Strange Face of Love". It's not much ... unfortunately.
It was hard to grasp what was happening around him, but the first noticeable change was that the pain actually lessened. A groan of relief left his mouth, instantly he relaxed even more to prolong the condition of mind and body where the cold white anguish was miraculously absent.
„Brother “, a voice called him. „Are you with us?“
He gave some kind of positive response, yet he reacted more to the familiar sound of a long missed greeting than the actual question.
“Hn”, he moaned and moved.
All his limps ached, the surroundings disturbed his senses and his wings felt unimaginable heavy. He doubted he would be able fly with them. But they were still there, he knew. He knew they were there. Right now they may be useless for flying, but their weight eased an old fear in him, which he had learnt to live with. Somehow, since he could remember there had always been a kind of paranoia inside of him, causing him to run and flee as fast as he could, when another protection had been ripped down.
Now his wings were back, he could feel them and he wouldn’t have to rely on human feet or human weapons to defend himself. Their constant stumbling in the dark was freighting, how they weren’t aware of the threats lurking in the shadows.