Twenty Questions
Title: Twenty Questions
Author: secondplatypus
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: soft R
Warnings: wax play, some light bondage, angst and schmoop. The end of this makes it AU, up until that point it's canon-compliant.
Spoilers: Set shortly after 5.14, contains spoilers for that episode as well as 5.08 and 3.11
Word Count: 2321, give or take a few
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all characters therein are the property of Eric Kripke and the WB/CW, I'm just borrowing them for my own nefarious purposes.
Summary: Sam wakes up tied to a bed. Gabriel wants to play a little game. Sam gets a happy ending.
Author's Notes: I've been reading so many lovely redemption/happy fics lately that I was inspired to write one of my own. I'm a big softy like that.
I'm really not sure about the quality of this and I keep picking it to shreds, but I promised to post it, so here goes.
This is my first full length Sam/Gabriel, and until yesterday it was the only attempt I'd ever made to write the pairing.
Gabriel and Lucifer are duking it out in my head; both want to be written, and both want their time with Sam. If they don't start behaving, I'm going to have to write them together and see if that shuts them up.
I pinky promise I'll stop posting so much soon. I don't mean to inundate you lovely people, I'm just experiencing a freakish burst of productivity.
Sam awoke and sighed with pleasure, stretching and squirming against the soft mattress. After the hard, lumpy motel beds he'd become accustomed to, this felt like Heaven. The only thing that kept it from being perfect was the fact that something was holding his arms above his head, and whatever it was, it wasn't letting go.
The cozy, half-dreamy sleep-fog clouding Sam's brain evaporated the second he realized that he was tied to an unfamiliar bed with no clue as to how he'd gotten there. A burst of panic flared in his chest before his hunter's instincts took over.
He tilted his head back to get a look at the apparatus holding his arms in place. Based on the feel, he expected padded handcuffs; instead, he saw a glimmering rope binding his wrists to the headboard with an intricate set of knots. He shifted, testing the material; it was a warm golden color, smooth to the touch, bound with enough give to keep it from biting into his skin but still tight enough to prevent escape.
Not that it was going to stop him from trying
Sam strained against the bond, twisting his body to try and get leverage.
He heard a crinkling noise and froze.
When Sam looked down, he saw the brilliant cellophane of a candy wrapper bunched against his thigh.
Gabriel.
A heartbeat after Sam thought his name, the trickster-archangel appeared at his side.
"Right as usual, Sammy. You really should turn down the volume in your head - I was just in the next room, not halfway across the planet."
The sick-sharp taste of bile lanced along the back of Sam's throat, accompanied by the same uncomfortable twinge in the pit of his stomach that flared every time they ran into Gabriel. It was bad enough having to worry about dealing with a godly powerful, amoral archangel without wanting the sonofabitch.
"What do you want with me?"
"It's time to play twenty questions, kiddo, but not the version you're used to. Since you've been such a good sport, this time you get to know the rules first. I'm running a special half-off deal today -- eight questions for the price of twenty. Sorry about the misnomer, Sammy boy, but 'twenty questions' just has a nicer ring to it, don't you think?
Answer them right, you get a reward for each and I set you free. Answer them wrong and... well, you'll find out."
Gabriel quirked the corners of his mouth, smiling that smile.
"But before we start, how about a little lighting to set the mood?"
With a snap of his fingers, the elegant light fixtures and lamps disappeared, replaced by ornate chandeliers and slender columns filled with dozens of candles.
The soft warm glow of the light caught in Gabriel's eyes, glinting in the liquid amber as they fixed on Sam.
"Why do you want to die?"
Sam stared at him.
"I don't."
Gabriel sighed, the dramatic exhale accompanied by the appearance of a thick, lit candle in his hand.
"Oh Sammy, Sammy, you shouldn't lie. I can see inside your noggin, remember?"
With the arch of an eyebrow, Sam's shirt was gone.
Gabriel tilted the candle, disturbing a droplet of flame-hot wax that fell, splattering against the tattoo on Sam's chest.
Sam hissed as the heat of the wax leached into his skin. When it had cooled enough to solidify, Gabriel flicked it away with the tip of a slender finger.
"Let's see... something a little less personal this time. Why are you jealous of Dean and Castiel?"
Sam shot Gabriel a Look that said very clearly that as far as he was concerned, Gabriel was insane.
"I'm not."
Gabriel shook his head. "You know what they say - the more you lie to me, the more you lie to yourself."
The tone of Gabriel's voice deepened, growing low and dangerous as he moved close to whisper in Sam's ear, sending a shiver down Sam's spine.
"and really, you're only hurting yourself, here."
With an expert touch, Gabriel dripped wax from the heat-reddened spot that showed through Sam's tattoo to Sam's nipple, swirling the candle to cool the wax slightly before it hit the sensitive skin.
Pleasure mixed with the sweet ache of pain seared along Sam's nerves, causing his cock to twitch. Sam fought to keep his cheeks from flushing, intentionally flooding his mind with thoughts to obscure the sudden rush of desire. He didn't know what the trickster would do with a weakness like that, and he didn't want to know.
Gabriel felt Sam's mind begin to race, obscuring his thoughts in a maelstrom of activity, saw the slight arch of his hips and the tension of the fabric at the front of his pants. Interesting.
When he planned this, Gabriel had been counting on the masochistic streak he'd sensed in Sam, but he'd had no idea that Sam would respond this quickly. That would make this a hell of a lot easier, not to mention more fun.
Thank the Father for kinky little Sammy.
"Now, let's try that again. Why are you jealous of your brother and Castiel?"
Sam took a deep breath to steady his voice before replying.
"Dean trusts Cas more than he trusts me. "
"Are you also jealous of them because you want an angel of your own, because you feel like Heaven won't help you because you're beyond redemption?"
Sam weighed his options in his mind for all of a second before reaching the conclusion that
telling the truth would be a lot less painful than what would await him if Gabriel figured out what the "punishments" were doing to him.
He swallowed.
"Yes."
In response, Gabriel said nothing, but moved his hand to drip wax onto Sam's other nipple. This time, Sam couldn't help crying out, a low keen spilling from his parted lips.
"But... but... I didn't lie."
"I know you didn't. And I rewarded you."
Shit.
Sam made a weak noise of protest.
"Spare me, sweet cheeks. I know you liked that, and you know it, too."
"What's the point of this," Sam asked, face hardening into a defensive expression on the verge of entering bitchface territory.
"Patience, Sammy. I'm the one asking the questions here - speaking of which, it's time for number four. Would you honestly rather sacrifice yourself than say 'yes' to Lucifer?"
"Yes."
Determination shone clear in Sam's eyes before he shut them in anticipation of near-scorching heat and the sweet-sharp ache that would follow, blossoming through him until it settled between his thighs.
Gabriel waited, letting the suspense of unfulfilled expectations heighten Sam's awareness before tipping the molten wax over the lip of the candle.
Liquid fire fell in an arc along Sam's rib-cage, kindling erogenous zones Sam never knew he had.
He sank his teeth into his lower lip, biting back the ragged, needy sounds threatening to pour from his throat.
"Is that because you want to save the world or because you don't want to live?"
"Both."
The answers were coming without thought now, eased by the arousal smoldering clear and hot within him.
The wax came slow and steady, trailing all the way down the ripples and arches of Sam's belly, teasing along the line where denim met skin, pooling in the hollowed curve of his left hipbone.
With a brush of Gabriel's fingertip, the wax disappeared. The rush of cool air over Sam's skin was followed by the swipe of an agile tongue from hip to chest, following the path of the red marks before catching softly on the hardened nub of Sam's nipple.
Sam's body arched under Gabriel's mouth; he cried out, loud and long, uttering a chain of broken syllables as heat surged to his erection.
Gabriel waited until Sam had caught his breath.
"Why do you hate me?"
The voice that greeted Gabriel's ears was strangely quiet, little more than a whisper, seeming all the more faint compared to the rough groans that had so recently torn from Sam's throat, telling him an answer he already knew but needed to hear from Sam himself.
"I don't."
Sam's eyelids fluttered shut as his body tensed, expecting more wax, and instead felt the warm pressure of a body straddling his hips.
Gabriel moved closer, 'til his mouth was almost brushing Sam's ear.
"Do you want me, beautiful?"
Sam turned his head away, cheeks burning with embarassment as a hushed "yes" passed his lips.
Sam felt a shift as the clothes between them disappeared, followed by a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards Gabriel's. Sam opened his eyes, meeting Gabriel's gaze as the archangel took in every detail of his face; amazed at the lust he found in their warm green-gold depths.
There was a pause, then a press of lips against Sam, heated and deep and hungry as Gabriel's naked body slid against his own. Sam felt the tension on his wrists slacken as the rope holding them disappeared, freeing his arms to wrap around Gabriel.
Gabriel dropped his head, running teeth and tongue down Sam's neck, over the heat-sensitized skin of his chest until Sam was moaning beneath him, hand fisted in Gabriel's hair.
The mouth traveling along Sam's flesh drew away enough to speak.
"Everything I've put you and your brother through, I did because I needed to test you, to prove that you were strong enough to stand on your own. When I saw you falter and give in to the demon blood, I didn't think you could withstand my brother so I tried to... persuade you and Dean to say yes. That stunt you pulled with Famine proved me wrong, and I promise I will never lose faith in you again."
Gabriel pulled back, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at Sam.
When he spoke again, Gabriel's voice was soft, almost pleading.
"Let me make it up to you, Sam.
I can take away the addiction Famine re-ignited. I can help heal your pain. I can be the angel on your shoulder, I can give you the home and protection you crave and make you so happy that what I've done to you in the past will be little more than a distant memory."
Gabriel watched Sam's reaction intently; saw a brief surge of joy in Sam's eyes before they narrowed, going flat as he retreated into his shell of suspicion, fear, and self-hatred.
"What's the catch?"
Gabriel smiled with no hint of his trademark sarcasm or mischief and stroked his fingers along Sam's jawline.
"The only catch is that you have to want it, Sam. I can't protect you unless you want me to; can't find you because of Castiel's sigils unless you let me in. You have to want redemption and believe that you deserve it.
Will you let me, Sam? Will you give yourself to me?"
Sam fought the yes rising in his throat, listening to the dark part of his mind that repeated over and over that this was just another trick.
"Look at me."
The doubt gnawing at him was swept away by the tenderness he found in the archangel's eyes.
Gabriel bent his head, brushing his lips against Sam's with a feather-light touch as he whispered,
"Let me love you, Sam."
Sam was silent for too long, so long that Gabriel's heart began to sink.
Sam's blue-hazel eyes never broke from Gabriel's, gazing intently as though they were searching for something.
After a few seconds that somehow stretched into a lifetime for Gabriel, Sam's lips curved into a smile. He reached a hand up to slide around Gabriel's neck, gently nuzzling against him as his mouth formed the most important answer Gabriel would ever hear.
"Yes."
Gabriel's mouth claimed his in a gentle kiss full of promise and passion. When Gabriel's tongue parted Sam's lips, Sam felt the tingle of the archangel's grace; flowing through his body like sparks dancing over him as Gabriel's hands travelled down his skin.
Gabriel whispered to him softly, telling him not to open his eyes; murmuring reassurance in Sam's ear, telling him to have faith, to trust, that he had nothing to fear in Gabriel's arms.
Sam closed his eyes and felt a cocoon of liquid light, warmth and love wrap around him. As Gabriel began to trace sigils along Sam's skin, the pleasant warmth grew in intensity until it was almost unbearable, then flared to the point where Sam felt like he would combust. Sam cried out in pain, but he felt Gabriel cradling him, heard Gabriel's voice in his ear, and knew he was safe.
Heat built, further and further still, to a single, blinding moment of agony and ecstasy and everything in-between as the stain on his soul peeled away, incinerated by the archangel's grace. Sam screamed Gabriel's name, clutching at the body above him as an Enochian chant rang from Gabriel's lips. With the final syllable, Gabriel pressed his hand to the center of Sam's chest, etching tiny symbols that marked the heart beneath and its owner as his. That touch brought the world down around Sam; the orgasm that had been slowly building in him since the first drop of wax touched his skin crashed over him, bursting within him again and again, searing along his overloaded nerves until he slid into gentle black oblivion.
When Sam awoke, he sighed with pleasure, stretching and squirming against the soft mattress and settling back into the protective circle of the arms that held him. An elegant hand tilted his chin up to meet a soft pair of lips that belonged to an angel. His angel.
Sam relaxed, allowing peace and contentment to wash over him.
Instead of the dull, empty ache where his brother and his spirit used to be, Sam felt a warm glow flicker to life, so foreign he almost didn't recognize it... hope.
Author: secondplatypus
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: soft R
Warnings: wax play, some light bondage, angst and schmoop. The end of this makes it AU, up until that point it's canon-compliant.
Spoilers: Set shortly after 5.14, contains spoilers for that episode as well as 5.08 and 3.11
Word Count: 2321, give or take a few
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all characters therein are the property of Eric Kripke and the WB/CW, I'm just borrowing them for my own nefarious purposes.
Summary: Sam wakes up tied to a bed. Gabriel wants to play a little game. Sam gets a happy ending.
Author's Notes: I've been reading so many lovely redemption/happy fics lately that I was inspired to write one of my own. I'm a big softy like that.
I'm really not sure about the quality of this and I keep picking it to shreds, but I promised to post it, so here goes.
This is my first full length Sam/Gabriel, and until yesterday it was the only attempt I'd ever made to write the pairing.
Gabriel and Lucifer are duking it out in my head; both want to be written, and both want their time with Sam. If they don't start behaving, I'm going to have to write them together and see if that shuts them up.
I pinky promise I'll stop posting so much soon. I don't mean to inundate you lovely people, I'm just experiencing a freakish burst of productivity.
Sam awoke and sighed with pleasure, stretching and squirming against the soft mattress. After the hard, lumpy motel beds he'd become accustomed to, this felt like Heaven. The only thing that kept it from being perfect was the fact that something was holding his arms above his head, and whatever it was, it wasn't letting go.
The cozy, half-dreamy sleep-fog clouding Sam's brain evaporated the second he realized that he was tied to an unfamiliar bed with no clue as to how he'd gotten there. A burst of panic flared in his chest before his hunter's instincts took over.
He tilted his head back to get a look at the apparatus holding his arms in place. Based on the feel, he expected padded handcuffs; instead, he saw a glimmering rope binding his wrists to the headboard with an intricate set of knots. He shifted, testing the material; it was a warm golden color, smooth to the touch, bound with enough give to keep it from biting into his skin but still tight enough to prevent escape.
Not that it was going to stop him from trying
Sam strained against the bond, twisting his body to try and get leverage.
He heard a crinkling noise and froze.
When Sam looked down, he saw the brilliant cellophane of a candy wrapper bunched against his thigh.
Gabriel.
A heartbeat after Sam thought his name, the trickster-archangel appeared at his side.
"Right as usual, Sammy. You really should turn down the volume in your head - I was just in the next room, not halfway across the planet."
The sick-sharp taste of bile lanced along the back of Sam's throat, accompanied by the same uncomfortable twinge in the pit of his stomach that flared every time they ran into Gabriel. It was bad enough having to worry about dealing with a godly powerful, amoral archangel without wanting the sonofabitch.
"What do you want with me?"
"It's time to play twenty questions, kiddo, but not the version you're used to. Since you've been such a good sport, this time you get to know the rules first. I'm running a special half-off deal today -- eight questions for the price of twenty. Sorry about the misnomer, Sammy boy, but 'twenty questions' just has a nicer ring to it, don't you think?
Answer them right, you get a reward for each and I set you free. Answer them wrong and... well, you'll find out."
Gabriel quirked the corners of his mouth, smiling that smile.
"But before we start, how about a little lighting to set the mood?"
With a snap of his fingers, the elegant light fixtures and lamps disappeared, replaced by ornate chandeliers and slender columns filled with dozens of candles.
The soft warm glow of the light caught in Gabriel's eyes, glinting in the liquid amber as they fixed on Sam.
"Why do you want to die?"
Sam stared at him.
"I don't."
Gabriel sighed, the dramatic exhale accompanied by the appearance of a thick, lit candle in his hand.
"Oh Sammy, Sammy, you shouldn't lie. I can see inside your noggin, remember?"
With the arch of an eyebrow, Sam's shirt was gone.
Gabriel tilted the candle, disturbing a droplet of flame-hot wax that fell, splattering against the tattoo on Sam's chest.
Sam hissed as the heat of the wax leached into his skin. When it had cooled enough to solidify, Gabriel flicked it away with the tip of a slender finger.
"Let's see... something a little less personal this time. Why are you jealous of Dean and Castiel?"
Sam shot Gabriel a Look that said very clearly that as far as he was concerned, Gabriel was insane.
"I'm not."
Gabriel shook his head. "You know what they say - the more you lie to me, the more you lie to yourself."
The tone of Gabriel's voice deepened, growing low and dangerous as he moved close to whisper in Sam's ear, sending a shiver down Sam's spine.
"and really, you're only hurting yourself, here."
With an expert touch, Gabriel dripped wax from the heat-reddened spot that showed through Sam's tattoo to Sam's nipple, swirling the candle to cool the wax slightly before it hit the sensitive skin.
Pleasure mixed with the sweet ache of pain seared along Sam's nerves, causing his cock to twitch. Sam fought to keep his cheeks from flushing, intentionally flooding his mind with thoughts to obscure the sudden rush of desire. He didn't know what the trickster would do with a weakness like that, and he didn't want to know.
Gabriel felt Sam's mind begin to race, obscuring his thoughts in a maelstrom of activity, saw the slight arch of his hips and the tension of the fabric at the front of his pants. Interesting.
When he planned this, Gabriel had been counting on the masochistic streak he'd sensed in Sam, but he'd had no idea that Sam would respond this quickly. That would make this a hell of a lot easier, not to mention more fun.
Thank the Father for kinky little Sammy.
"Now, let's try that again. Why are you jealous of your brother and Castiel?"
Sam took a deep breath to steady his voice before replying.
"Dean trusts Cas more than he trusts me. "
"Are you also jealous of them because you want an angel of your own, because you feel like Heaven won't help you because you're beyond redemption?"
Sam weighed his options in his mind for all of a second before reaching the conclusion that
telling the truth would be a lot less painful than what would await him if Gabriel figured out what the "punishments" were doing to him.
He swallowed.
"Yes."
In response, Gabriel said nothing, but moved his hand to drip wax onto Sam's other nipple. This time, Sam couldn't help crying out, a low keen spilling from his parted lips.
"But... but... I didn't lie."
"I know you didn't. And I rewarded you."
Shit.
Sam made a weak noise of protest.
"Spare me, sweet cheeks. I know you liked that, and you know it, too."
"What's the point of this," Sam asked, face hardening into a defensive expression on the verge of entering bitchface territory.
"Patience, Sammy. I'm the one asking the questions here - speaking of which, it's time for number four. Would you honestly rather sacrifice yourself than say 'yes' to Lucifer?"
"Yes."
Determination shone clear in Sam's eyes before he shut them in anticipation of near-scorching heat and the sweet-sharp ache that would follow, blossoming through him until it settled between his thighs.
Gabriel waited, letting the suspense of unfulfilled expectations heighten Sam's awareness before tipping the molten wax over the lip of the candle.
Liquid fire fell in an arc along Sam's rib-cage, kindling erogenous zones Sam never knew he had.
He sank his teeth into his lower lip, biting back the ragged, needy sounds threatening to pour from his throat.
"Is that because you want to save the world or because you don't want to live?"
"Both."
The answers were coming without thought now, eased by the arousal smoldering clear and hot within him.
The wax came slow and steady, trailing all the way down the ripples and arches of Sam's belly, teasing along the line where denim met skin, pooling in the hollowed curve of his left hipbone.
With a brush of Gabriel's fingertip, the wax disappeared. The rush of cool air over Sam's skin was followed by the swipe of an agile tongue from hip to chest, following the path of the red marks before catching softly on the hardened nub of Sam's nipple.
Sam's body arched under Gabriel's mouth; he cried out, loud and long, uttering a chain of broken syllables as heat surged to his erection.
Gabriel waited until Sam had caught his breath.
"Why do you hate me?"
The voice that greeted Gabriel's ears was strangely quiet, little more than a whisper, seeming all the more faint compared to the rough groans that had so recently torn from Sam's throat, telling him an answer he already knew but needed to hear from Sam himself.
"I don't."
Sam's eyelids fluttered shut as his body tensed, expecting more wax, and instead felt the warm pressure of a body straddling his hips.
Gabriel moved closer, 'til his mouth was almost brushing Sam's ear.
"Do you want me, beautiful?"
Sam turned his head away, cheeks burning with embarassment as a hushed "yes" passed his lips.
Sam felt a shift as the clothes between them disappeared, followed by a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards Gabriel's. Sam opened his eyes, meeting Gabriel's gaze as the archangel took in every detail of his face; amazed at the lust he found in their warm green-gold depths.
There was a pause, then a press of lips against Sam, heated and deep and hungry as Gabriel's naked body slid against his own. Sam felt the tension on his wrists slacken as the rope holding them disappeared, freeing his arms to wrap around Gabriel.
Gabriel dropped his head, running teeth and tongue down Sam's neck, over the heat-sensitized skin of his chest until Sam was moaning beneath him, hand fisted in Gabriel's hair.
The mouth traveling along Sam's flesh drew away enough to speak.
"Everything I've put you and your brother through, I did because I needed to test you, to prove that you were strong enough to stand on your own. When I saw you falter and give in to the demon blood, I didn't think you could withstand my brother so I tried to... persuade you and Dean to say yes. That stunt you pulled with Famine proved me wrong, and I promise I will never lose faith in you again."
Gabriel pulled back, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at Sam.
When he spoke again, Gabriel's voice was soft, almost pleading.
"Let me make it up to you, Sam.
I can take away the addiction Famine re-ignited. I can help heal your pain. I can be the angel on your shoulder, I can give you the home and protection you crave and make you so happy that what I've done to you in the past will be little more than a distant memory."
Gabriel watched Sam's reaction intently; saw a brief surge of joy in Sam's eyes before they narrowed, going flat as he retreated into his shell of suspicion, fear, and self-hatred.
"What's the catch?"
Gabriel smiled with no hint of his trademark sarcasm or mischief and stroked his fingers along Sam's jawline.
"The only catch is that you have to want it, Sam. I can't protect you unless you want me to; can't find you because of Castiel's sigils unless you let me in. You have to want redemption and believe that you deserve it.
Will you let me, Sam? Will you give yourself to me?"
Sam fought the yes rising in his throat, listening to the dark part of his mind that repeated over and over that this was just another trick.
"Look at me."
The doubt gnawing at him was swept away by the tenderness he found in the archangel's eyes.
Gabriel bent his head, brushing his lips against Sam's with a feather-light touch as he whispered,
"Let me love you, Sam."
Sam was silent for too long, so long that Gabriel's heart began to sink.
Sam's blue-hazel eyes never broke from Gabriel's, gazing intently as though they were searching for something.
After a few seconds that somehow stretched into a lifetime for Gabriel, Sam's lips curved into a smile. He reached a hand up to slide around Gabriel's neck, gently nuzzling against him as his mouth formed the most important answer Gabriel would ever hear.
"Yes."
Gabriel's mouth claimed his in a gentle kiss full of promise and passion. When Gabriel's tongue parted Sam's lips, Sam felt the tingle of the archangel's grace; flowing through his body like sparks dancing over him as Gabriel's hands travelled down his skin.
Gabriel whispered to him softly, telling him not to open his eyes; murmuring reassurance in Sam's ear, telling him to have faith, to trust, that he had nothing to fear in Gabriel's arms.
Sam closed his eyes and felt a cocoon of liquid light, warmth and love wrap around him. As Gabriel began to trace sigils along Sam's skin, the pleasant warmth grew in intensity until it was almost unbearable, then flared to the point where Sam felt like he would combust. Sam cried out in pain, but he felt Gabriel cradling him, heard Gabriel's voice in his ear, and knew he was safe.
Heat built, further and further still, to a single, blinding moment of agony and ecstasy and everything in-between as the stain on his soul peeled away, incinerated by the archangel's grace. Sam screamed Gabriel's name, clutching at the body above him as an Enochian chant rang from Gabriel's lips. With the final syllable, Gabriel pressed his hand to the center of Sam's chest, etching tiny symbols that marked the heart beneath and its owner as his. That touch brought the world down around Sam; the orgasm that had been slowly building in him since the first drop of wax touched his skin crashed over him, bursting within him again and again, searing along his overloaded nerves until he slid into gentle black oblivion.
When Sam awoke, he sighed with pleasure, stretching and squirming against the soft mattress and settling back into the protective circle of the arms that held him. An elegant hand tilted his chin up to meet a soft pair of lips that belonged to an angel. His angel.
Sam relaxed, allowing peace and contentment to wash over him.
Instead of the dull, empty ache where his brother and his spirit used to be, Sam felt a warm glow flicker to life, so foreign he almost didn't recognize it... hope.