Superman Tonight (12/?)
Title: Superman Tonight (12/?)
Author: lonelyphoenix85
Rating: R overall, mainly for the odd swear-word
Genre: Pre-slash, angst, hurt/comfort
Pairing:Sam/Gabriel pre-slash, implied Dean/Cas
Spoilers: through to Changing Channels (5x08)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1795 (this part, 25038 total so far)
Disclaimer: It only belongs to me when I'm dreaming! Bon Jovi owns the song, and the rest is property of the almighty Kripke!
Author's Note: Just wanted to say thanks to my awesome beta for this story, of_red_clouds - you're awesome!
Previous Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | And now:
“I’ve got Cas - you help Sammy.”
Dean was already leaning into the back of the Impala to get a grip on Cas when he heard footsteps approaching slowly, followed by the crunch of gravel beneath the wheels of Bobby’s chair.
“Sure thing Dean-o!”
There were more footsteps, then the sound of the car door opening. Dean didn’t even glance up from his task, although his chest clenched tightly at Sam’s pained groan.
The conversation passed almost unheard around him as he focused on getting Cas out of the car.
“He okay?”
“He should be - just a little drained, maybe mild shock…shit, Sammy, you look like hell…m’sorry…” Gabriel’s voice trailed off into a whisper.
“Dean’s angel needs the bed, right? You can lay Sam on the couch for now.”
“Sure thing, old man. See you inside Dean-o…don’t take too long, we’re short on time.”
A minute later and Dean was twisting around, arms full of angel, to see Bobby on the front porch holding the door open.
“What’re you waiting for kid? An engraved invitation? Get yer ass in here! Put the angel on my bed - didn’t get chance to make up the guest room, what with the invasion of winged psychopaths and all.”
“Winged psychopaths…?”
Dean hefted Cas a little higher as he spoke, before making his way up to the house.
“Zachariah and five other angels - your new friend seemed to know a couple of them. Turned up about a minute after you rang…”
“Zach? Shit, I’m gonna kill that sonuvabitch!”
“Too late - short and cocky in there took care of him - he really who he says?”
“Gabriel?” Dean just barely managed to hold back the scornful tone that begged to be heard - just because the guy was being helpful didn’t make them BFFs, but Dean wasn’t stupid. Sam was right - they needed help, Gabriel was offering, and so far was doing a pretty decent job. “Yeah, Cas recognised him…what do you mean, took care of him?”
“I mean after taking out the other five, he lit up like a Christmas tree and burned Zachariah to a crisp.”
“He killed them?”
“You gone slow or somethin’ boy? Yeah, that’s what I said ain’t it?”
By now they’d reached the bedroom, and Dean lay Cas down carefully as he nodded silently in reply.
Gabriel had killed six of his brothers to save Bobby. To save them and Cas.
Dean wasn’t sure how he felt about that, to be perfectly honest.
Sure, they were evil sons of bitches, but they were still his brothers. Brothers he knew by sight, from what Bobby had said.
Dean pushed the thought aside - he didn’t have time right now, not while Cas and Sam were still in trouble.
Turning from the bed, Dean headed for the door.
“Gotta check on Sammy, then we need to get Gabriel in here. Can you watch him a minute? His breathing’s been getting shakier the last few minutes - I don’t wanna leave him alone in case…”
“You see ta yer brother, yer angel’ll be fine for a minute. If there’s a problem I’ll let ya know quick-sharp, don’t worry.”
“Thanks Bobby.”
SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN
“Come on Sammy…stay awake - stay with me here!”
The younger man had gone from leaning against him woozily at the car to slumping over and dragging his feet by the time they’d reached the house.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out this was a bad thing. For all sorts of reasons.
“Sammy, if you fall asleep right now, so help me Dad, I’ll kick your ass when this is over!”
He half dragged Sam into the living room, fixing his eyes on the couch and not looking at the devastation that the fight had caused. He didn’t have time to think about that now - he couldn’t think about it now. About what he’d done…
Sam stumbled and Gabriel had to fight to stay upright, nearly losing his grip on the larger man completely in the process. He glanced down to see what had tripped him, and quickly regretted it as his stomach lurched at the sight of the abandoned angel blade.
*Just a few more steps to the couch…shit, this day can’t be over soon enough!*
“Come on Sasquatch, nearly there…dunno why you’re so tired, I’m the one doing the heavy lifting here!”
A faint chuckle rumbled in Sam’s chest, and Gabriel grinned.
“Yeah yeah, laugh it up! You’re lucky I don’t just drop your giant ass on the floor and be done with it…” he grumbled in mock annoyance, adjusting his grip slightly to manoeuvre the other man around and onto the couch.
“Now, you’re gonna sit here, and you’re gonna keep those pretty brown eyes wide open, ‘kay Sammy?”
Sam looked up at him blearily, eyes wide in a tired sort of shock that was comical to behold.
Why shock Gabriel had no idea, but if it was keeping Sam awake it didn’t matter why.
“Pr’tty…?”
Or maybe it did. Shit, had he said that?
Yep, he had. Crap. Apparently he didn’t have enough sense left to act uninjured and uninterested at the same time.
He could panic about the fact that he actually needed to act uninterested later.
“Fishing for compliments Sammy? And here I thought Dean was the vain Winchester…”
“M’not vain…m’tired…”
His eyes started to drift shut again, and Gabriel quickly grabbed his chin, lifting his head to look at him.
“Oh no you don’t kiddo…you gotta stay awake - you’re in no state for a showdown with my big bro, and I’m not in any state to keep him out at the mo. I know you feel like crap, and it’s my fault, so I’m sorry, but you need to stay with me here, okay?”
“M’kay…”
Even as he spoke, Gabriel could see the hunter’s eye-lids drifting slowly down again.
Sam was falling asleep, and he was going to be caught in nightmare after nightmare by Lucifer as soon as he did, and it was Gabriel’s fault.
Gabriel closed his eyes for a second and reached inside until he felt the seal he’d put over the bond. It closed it off enough that Sam couldn’t feel his injuries anymore - and he wished to Dad he’d thought of that and put it in place earlier, before all this had started.
He couldn’t use his Grace to help Sam, but maybe…
Maybe he could use the bond. It was already there, after all - using it wouldn’t give off anything extra, wouldn’t hurt Cas, as long as he kept a tight hold on his Grace, would it?
He gathered up what little energy he thought he could spare, and pushed it at the seal, watched as it seeped through slowly, then opened his eyes again.
Sam was staring up at him, his eyes clear and focused, his head no longer drooping to his chest.
“Gabriel?”
“Good to see you’re not in the land of nod, Sammy - think you can stay with me now?”
“Yeah, I…what happened?” Sam’s eyes had widened now, no longer focused on Gabriel’s face.
The Archangel glanced down to see what Sam was talking about, and winced as he realised that blood had started to soak through the dressing on his side. Between that, the bandage on his shoulder, and his blood-stained clothing…
No wonder the hunter looked a little worried.
“You should see the other guy…” he quipped lightly, forcing a small grin.
“Are you okay?”
“You forget who you’re talking to Sammy? Had a bump on the head too many perhaps?” He grinned for real this time, as Sam’s worried look morphed into annoyance. “I’m always okay, Sasquatch.”
“Because it’s totally normal for an Archangel to bleed this much…or at all, for that matter.”
“Didn’t say I was perfect, Sammy - but I’m not on my deathbed, unlike Cas, so I’m okay. You gonna stay awake if I go fix my errant baby brother now?”
“Think I can manage it, yeah,” Sam answered, flashing Gabriel a tired grin. “Go fix Cas - Dean was freaking out, think he’s not doing too good…”
“He’s not - his breathing’s sounding shakier by the minute.”
Gabriel looked round to see Dean standing in the doorway, eyes sweeping over the destruction all around them before falling back on him.
“Go send Bobby to sit with Sam, and I’ll be right behind you Dean-o.”
“I’m fine, you should just…”
“Kiddo, you could barely keep your eyes open just now - that little boost I gave you won’t last long, and it was a one-time thing, so you need someone to keep you awake.”
“Why can’t Sammy get some rest? He needs it, and there’s time…”
“I’m gonna assume you’re just this stupid because you’re worrying about Cas, Dean-o, so I’ll explain it in little words - if Sam goes to sleep, my brother might not let him wake up this time, capicé?”
Gabriel watched as two pairs of eyes widened almost comically in unison.
“Sammy, Gabriel’s right,” - Gabriel was surprised Dean didn’t choke on the words - “you need someone with you, just in case. I’ll get Bobby.”
Dean spun on his heel and headed back the way he’d come, leaving Sam and Gabriel alone again.
“He could do that?”
“Now he knows you’ve got help? Yeah, he could do that. You need to remember, even if I wasn’t limited because of Cas, Luci’s my big brother - if he gets there first and he’s expecting me, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop him. And he’s been shut out for two days now, so he’ll be pissed. So when I say you need to stay awake…”
“…you mean I really really need to stay awake, got it.”
“Dean’s waiting for ya in th’other room kid, me and Sammy’ll be fine, I know the stakes - even brought some supplies in case he starts getting drowsy.”
Gabriel let out a bark of laughter as Bobby gestured to the tray in his lap - a jug of coffee with a mug, a jug of ice water, and a pointy silver letter opener sat on the tray.
Bobby Singer was definitely one of his favourite humans.
“See ya soon Sammy,” Gabriel said with a grin, before turning to Bobby as he headed out of the room. “Old man,” he added with a slight nod.
“Idjit.”
He could hear Sam chuckling softly as he left the room.
As soon as he was out of sight of the hunters, he stopped for a second to lean against the wall. He let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand lightly against his side, before wiping his hand on a clean patch of his trousers, squaring his shoulders and continuing towards the bedroom.
He’d killed six of his brothers today - hopefully he wasn’t about to make it seven.
Next Chapter
Author: lonelyphoenix85
Rating: R overall, mainly for the odd swear-word
Genre: Pre-slash, angst, hurt/comfort
Pairing:Sam/Gabriel pre-slash, implied Dean/Cas
Spoilers: through to Changing Channels (5x08)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1795 (this part, 25038 total so far)
Disclaimer: It only belongs to me when I'm dreaming! Bon Jovi owns the song, and the rest is property of the almighty Kripke!
Author's Note: Just wanted to say thanks to my awesome beta for this story, of_red_clouds - you're awesome!
Previous Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | And now:
“I’ve got Cas - you help Sammy.”
Dean was already leaning into the back of the Impala to get a grip on Cas when he heard footsteps approaching slowly, followed by the crunch of gravel beneath the wheels of Bobby’s chair.
“Sure thing Dean-o!”
There were more footsteps, then the sound of the car door opening. Dean didn’t even glance up from his task, although his chest clenched tightly at Sam’s pained groan.
The conversation passed almost unheard around him as he focused on getting Cas out of the car.
“He okay?”
“He should be - just a little drained, maybe mild shock…shit, Sammy, you look like hell…m’sorry…” Gabriel’s voice trailed off into a whisper.
“Dean’s angel needs the bed, right? You can lay Sam on the couch for now.”
“Sure thing, old man. See you inside Dean-o…don’t take too long, we’re short on time.”
A minute later and Dean was twisting around, arms full of angel, to see Bobby on the front porch holding the door open.
“What’re you waiting for kid? An engraved invitation? Get yer ass in here! Put the angel on my bed - didn’t get chance to make up the guest room, what with the invasion of winged psychopaths and all.”
“Winged psychopaths…?”
Dean hefted Cas a little higher as he spoke, before making his way up to the house.
“Zachariah and five other angels - your new friend seemed to know a couple of them. Turned up about a minute after you rang…”
“Zach? Shit, I’m gonna kill that sonuvabitch!”
“Too late - short and cocky in there took care of him - he really who he says?”
“Gabriel?” Dean just barely managed to hold back the scornful tone that begged to be heard - just because the guy was being helpful didn’t make them BFFs, but Dean wasn’t stupid. Sam was right - they needed help, Gabriel was offering, and so far was doing a pretty decent job. “Yeah, Cas recognised him…what do you mean, took care of him?”
“I mean after taking out the other five, he lit up like a Christmas tree and burned Zachariah to a crisp.”
“He killed them?”
“You gone slow or somethin’ boy? Yeah, that’s what I said ain’t it?”
By now they’d reached the bedroom, and Dean lay Cas down carefully as he nodded silently in reply.
Gabriel had killed six of his brothers to save Bobby. To save them and Cas.
Dean wasn’t sure how he felt about that, to be perfectly honest.
Sure, they were evil sons of bitches, but they were still his brothers. Brothers he knew by sight, from what Bobby had said.
Dean pushed the thought aside - he didn’t have time right now, not while Cas and Sam were still in trouble.
Turning from the bed, Dean headed for the door.
“Gotta check on Sammy, then we need to get Gabriel in here. Can you watch him a minute? His breathing’s been getting shakier the last few minutes - I don’t wanna leave him alone in case…”
“You see ta yer brother, yer angel’ll be fine for a minute. If there’s a problem I’ll let ya know quick-sharp, don’t worry.”
“Thanks Bobby.”
SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN
“Come on Sammy…stay awake - stay with me here!”
The younger man had gone from leaning against him woozily at the car to slumping over and dragging his feet by the time they’d reached the house.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out this was a bad thing. For all sorts of reasons.
“Sammy, if you fall asleep right now, so help me Dad, I’ll kick your ass when this is over!”
He half dragged Sam into the living room, fixing his eyes on the couch and not looking at the devastation that the fight had caused. He didn’t have time to think about that now - he couldn’t think about it now. About what he’d done…
Sam stumbled and Gabriel had to fight to stay upright, nearly losing his grip on the larger man completely in the process. He glanced down to see what had tripped him, and quickly regretted it as his stomach lurched at the sight of the abandoned angel blade.
*Just a few more steps to the couch…shit, this day can’t be over soon enough!*
“Come on Sasquatch, nearly there…dunno why you’re so tired, I’m the one doing the heavy lifting here!”
A faint chuckle rumbled in Sam’s chest, and Gabriel grinned.
“Yeah yeah, laugh it up! You’re lucky I don’t just drop your giant ass on the floor and be done with it…” he grumbled in mock annoyance, adjusting his grip slightly to manoeuvre the other man around and onto the couch.
“Now, you’re gonna sit here, and you’re gonna keep those pretty brown eyes wide open, ‘kay Sammy?”
Sam looked up at him blearily, eyes wide in a tired sort of shock that was comical to behold.
Why shock Gabriel had no idea, but if it was keeping Sam awake it didn’t matter why.
“Pr’tty…?”
Or maybe it did. Shit, had he said that?
Yep, he had. Crap. Apparently he didn’t have enough sense left to act uninjured and uninterested at the same time.
He could panic about the fact that he actually needed to act uninterested later.
“Fishing for compliments Sammy? And here I thought Dean was the vain Winchester…”
“M’not vain…m’tired…”
His eyes started to drift shut again, and Gabriel quickly grabbed his chin, lifting his head to look at him.
“Oh no you don’t kiddo…you gotta stay awake - you’re in no state for a showdown with my big bro, and I’m not in any state to keep him out at the mo. I know you feel like crap, and it’s my fault, so I’m sorry, but you need to stay with me here, okay?”
“M’kay…”
Even as he spoke, Gabriel could see the hunter’s eye-lids drifting slowly down again.
Sam was falling asleep, and he was going to be caught in nightmare after nightmare by Lucifer as soon as he did, and it was Gabriel’s fault.
Gabriel closed his eyes for a second and reached inside until he felt the seal he’d put over the bond. It closed it off enough that Sam couldn’t feel his injuries anymore - and he wished to Dad he’d thought of that and put it in place earlier, before all this had started.
He couldn’t use his Grace to help Sam, but maybe…
Maybe he could use the bond. It was already there, after all - using it wouldn’t give off anything extra, wouldn’t hurt Cas, as long as he kept a tight hold on his Grace, would it?
He gathered up what little energy he thought he could spare, and pushed it at the seal, watched as it seeped through slowly, then opened his eyes again.
Sam was staring up at him, his eyes clear and focused, his head no longer drooping to his chest.
“Gabriel?”
“Good to see you’re not in the land of nod, Sammy - think you can stay with me now?”
“Yeah, I…what happened?” Sam’s eyes had widened now, no longer focused on Gabriel’s face.
The Archangel glanced down to see what Sam was talking about, and winced as he realised that blood had started to soak through the dressing on his side. Between that, the bandage on his shoulder, and his blood-stained clothing…
No wonder the hunter looked a little worried.
“You should see the other guy…” he quipped lightly, forcing a small grin.
“Are you okay?”
“You forget who you’re talking to Sammy? Had a bump on the head too many perhaps?” He grinned for real this time, as Sam’s worried look morphed into annoyance. “I’m always okay, Sasquatch.”
“Because it’s totally normal for an Archangel to bleed this much…or at all, for that matter.”
“Didn’t say I was perfect, Sammy - but I’m not on my deathbed, unlike Cas, so I’m okay. You gonna stay awake if I go fix my errant baby brother now?”
“Think I can manage it, yeah,” Sam answered, flashing Gabriel a tired grin. “Go fix Cas - Dean was freaking out, think he’s not doing too good…”
“He’s not - his breathing’s sounding shakier by the minute.”
Gabriel looked round to see Dean standing in the doorway, eyes sweeping over the destruction all around them before falling back on him.
“Go send Bobby to sit with Sam, and I’ll be right behind you Dean-o.”
“I’m fine, you should just…”
“Kiddo, you could barely keep your eyes open just now - that little boost I gave you won’t last long, and it was a one-time thing, so you need someone to keep you awake.”
“Why can’t Sammy get some rest? He needs it, and there’s time…”
“I’m gonna assume you’re just this stupid because you’re worrying about Cas, Dean-o, so I’ll explain it in little words - if Sam goes to sleep, my brother might not let him wake up this time, capicé?”
Gabriel watched as two pairs of eyes widened almost comically in unison.
“Sammy, Gabriel’s right,” - Gabriel was surprised Dean didn’t choke on the words - “you need someone with you, just in case. I’ll get Bobby.”
Dean spun on his heel and headed back the way he’d come, leaving Sam and Gabriel alone again.
“He could do that?”
“Now he knows you’ve got help? Yeah, he could do that. You need to remember, even if I wasn’t limited because of Cas, Luci’s my big brother - if he gets there first and he’s expecting me, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop him. And he’s been shut out for two days now, so he’ll be pissed. So when I say you need to stay awake…”
“…you mean I really really need to stay awake, got it.”
“Dean’s waiting for ya in th’other room kid, me and Sammy’ll be fine, I know the stakes - even brought some supplies in case he starts getting drowsy.”
Gabriel let out a bark of laughter as Bobby gestured to the tray in his lap - a jug of coffee with a mug, a jug of ice water, and a pointy silver letter opener sat on the tray.
Bobby Singer was definitely one of his favourite humans.
“See ya soon Sammy,” Gabriel said with a grin, before turning to Bobby as he headed out of the room. “Old man,” he added with a slight nod.
“Idjit.”
He could hear Sam chuckling softly as he left the room.
As soon as he was out of sight of the hunters, he stopped for a second to lean against the wall. He let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand lightly against his side, before wiping his hand on a clean patch of his trousers, squaring his shoulders and continuing towards the bedroom.
He’d killed six of his brothers today - hopefully he wasn’t about to make it seven.
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