#sabrielweek2019

[scrollingkingfisher]

“Sssssee me now, Sammy?”

[aastralfox]

Sabriel Week - Day 1: Hurt/Comfort

Sam taking care of Gabriel in Bring Em Back Alive.

[aastralfox]

Sabriel Week - Day 5: Boy King/Leader of Heaven

[flamedoesart]

Sabriel Week Day 1 -- Hurt/Comfort

Idk what I was doing, but here.

[softiesabriel]

He’s Back. Again.

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 1556

Summary: Sam can't believe his eyes when Gabriel shows up in the bunker after faking dead again. The archangel explains how he did it, and in the process unseen emotions are revealed.

This was written for @sabrielevents Sabriel Week! Day 3: Canon Fix-It

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19455178

Sam was willing to listen to his mother now about getting more sleep. Hell, he was willing to take a week-long nap right now, because he was pretty sure he was hallucinating. It wasn’t him that heard the bunker door being opened and closed in the middle of the night, it was his ears making up sounds to fill the silence of the archive at three in the morning. It was his paranoid, sleep-deprived brain that made him stumble over and press against the wall, armed with a gun, to protect himself against the false footsteps as they came closer, closer. It was his mind that weaved the terrified visage of a newly deceased archangel throwing his hands up so that Sam wouldn’t shoot, whiskey-colored eyes opened wide.

“Whoa! Easy there!” Gabriel coaxed him like a horse. Sam still didn’t lower his weapon. “It’s me, Sam, it’s Gabriel.”

Sam tightened his grip. “Gabriel’s dead.”

“Gabriel” tightened his jaw. “Come on, don’t make me prove it, you know how little grace I have left.”

The Winchester said nothing, gun still trained right on his heart. Gabriel sighed, and in a swift blink his eyes began to glow. Behind him, three sets of wings bloomed from his back, shifting from a golden shimmer to a blue tip. Sam couldn’t decide if he should relax or be even more tense, but regardless he lowered the gun, tossing it casually onto the nearby library table.

Gabriel’s eyes stopped glowing, and he swayed in place a moment before steadying. He raised his arms back up in a showing gesture. “See? It’s me.” When Sam didn’t respond, he continued. “It’s good to see you again Samuel.”

What the archangel expected was a warm reception, wide smile of disbelief and maybe, if he was lucky, a hug. Instead what he got was hard knuckles across the face. Catching him off guard, the blow knocked him down the library stairs and into the map room. Before he even had the chance to lick the blood from his lip, Sam yanked him up by the shirt collar and shoved him into the wall. Sam went for another punch, but being prepared this time, Gabriel caught it and pushed Sam backwards. “Jesus Christ Sam, chill out! What’s wrong with you!?”

“What’s wrong with me!? You faked dying in front of me, again, that’s what’s wrong, how the hell did you even get back here?”

“Yeah, again, I thought you’d know I’d be back by now. Didn’t you see me wink?”

“You didn’t wink.”

“Pretty sure I did.”

Seeing Sam raise his fist again, Gabriel waved his hands in front of him. “Okay I didn’t wink, fine!”

“So how did -”

“I escape, yeah, I got it, let’s just rewind for a second here.” Gabriel interrupted. He snapped his fingers and suddenly they were back in scarily familiar territory. The dead trees, the coarse dirt, the gray skies - Apocalypse world. Except he and Gabriel were standing to the side of the group of escaping refugees, turning to see Michael approaching. Sam looked at himself, and then at Gabriel, standing side by side. Is that really what he looked like from the side?

“I thought you said you didn’t have a lot of grace still,” Sam pointed out, looking around at the obvious illusion.

“I don’t, but pulling something straight from memory is just like copy and pasting. It’s a lot less effort,” Gabriel explained. “Look, I’ll show you what happened.”

They watched for a moment as Michael came forward. Sam desperately wanted to look away knowing what happened next. Hearing his voice warning Gabriel not to do it, not to risk his life for a mere few seconds, was surreal because he could not only feel the pain but hear it, as though it were a tangible thing, that if he were to reach down his own throat he could rip it out and toss it in a chest before locking it away forever. 

“Watch me closely,” Gabriel instructed. He took Sam’s hand and walked him in front of Gabriel. Even knowing it was an illusion did not take the anxiety of moving closer to the threat away, worsening still as he turned his back to Michael. Gabriel’s confidence did little to ease it, but he did as he was told, and watched Gabriel. He looked at Sam, saying he was tired of running, and Sam was shocked to see as he looked away, trying to keep one eye on Michael, Gabriel did indeed flash a quick grin and wink. 

“Told you so.”

Still, Gabriel walked forward, blade in hand feebly, and everything looked the same. Then Gabriel reached forward and touched something, revealing a hidden aspect of the memory.

It was Gabriel. Standing there, hands in his pockets, shifting stealthily towards the back of the crowd as he got ready to run.

“How?” Sam breathed. “How could I not see you?”

“I turned invisible just as my duplicate took my place. I did the same thing to Luci at the hotel. Impressive, right?” The archangel smirked, a little twinkle in his eyes, but Sam was too busy watching him walk right through the portal. Even now, he had a hard time believing it.

The illusion ended, putting them back in the map room. Gabriel sat on the table, arms straight as they pushed against the edge of it, him leaning towards Sam. “After all that I just needed some time to...think. Being so close to Luci like that again, seeing Michael kill me - and I haven’t had the chance for some downtime ever since Ketch rescued me. So I chilled in LA for a bit.”

Gabriel had grown a scruffy beard in the time he’d been gone, much like Sam’s, making him look tired and roughed up. But he straightened his posture, looking up at Sam. “So is that enough to stop you from punching me again?”

Sam’s shoulders slumped, the exhaustion of the night and the previous ones hitting him. “I still had to watch you die. Again.”

The archangel blinked, somehow confused at Sam’s sadness. “Sam?” Was all he could say, tone questioning.

“I care about you Gabe,” Sam glanced down at the ground, and he could just see Gabriel’s corpse lying in front of his feet. “Seeing you die was...hard. Especially since I just got you back.”

Gabriel’s mouth turned into a soft ‘oh’ of surprise, his eyes slightly wide. “I didn’t know I...I’m sorry.” He stood, but wasn’t sure what to do from there. He reached a hand out. Retracted it. Looked down. Looked up. Opened his mouth. Closed it. For once in his very, very long life, he was speechless even with the full ability to speak.

He didn’t have to. Sam walked up to him and slowly put his arms around him, before squeezing him into a hug. If only he could see the shock on Gabriel’s face softened into a bittersweet smile and watery eyes. If only Gabriel could notice Sam breathing in his honey scent and closing his eyes as he squeezed Gabriel tighter.

“I’m happy you’re okay.”

Gabriel only no rescinded the hug, sinking into it and squeezing back. “Yeah. I mean, thanks,” He choked out.

Neither of them wanted to let go first. So neither of them did. Sam simply pulled back a little and looked down at Gabriel, the archangel looking back up at him. A little voice in the back of Sam’s head told him not to squander this chance, as he leaned in and planted his lips on Gabriel’s.

It was brief, because even with the scare Gabriel gave him he was more scared of kissing him than he was of Gabriel dropping dead again. He pulled away to see the archangel’s reaction, which was still utter shock. “Wow,” He breathed, then grinned. “Saaaaaam, what a softie you are!”

Sam rolled his eyes and looked away, face burning up. “Shut up.” He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Gabriel punched his arm jokingly.

“You have to at least buy me dinner. Tomorrow though. You need some sleep.”

“You sound like Mo- Mary. I’m fine.”

“Nope, humans need sleep and you are human pal. So sleep,” Gabriel snapped his fingers, and all of the sudden the sensation of falling asleep hit him in an instant, sending him to the floor. He wasn’t awake to see Gabriel pick him up without even the slightest of grunts, carry him to his room, and tuck him into his bed. He sat at the edge of it for a moment, before rummaging through his closet for an extra sheet and pillow, walking out to the library, and setting up on the table, falling asleep right then and there with a big old grin, the taste of Sam’s smoky lips still lingering on his tongue.

[blitzturtles]

[[Sabriel. Day 1: Hurt/Comfort. Hold Tight. I’ll post on Ao3 in a bit. @sabrielevents]]

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“Son of a bi-”

Sam stops short of the doorway to the kitchen. He knows that voice all too well, but he waits for a moment, listening for whatever might follow next. It stays quiet until,

“I know you’re there, Samoose.”

Right. Archangel. Difficult to sneak up on one of those. Not that he had honestly been trying.

“You okay?” He asks with a raised eyebrow once he rounds the corner. Gabriel looks okay, but that doesn’t mean anything in this family. 

“Wonderful. Superb, even.”

Sam wouldn’t believe him on a good day, but Gabriel isn’t actually trying to hide the underlying current of emotions that he’s obviously struggling to keep a hold of. Sam steps further into the kitchen. He makes a move for the table where Gabriel is sitting, but that’s apparently the wrong move. 

“Stop!” Gabriel’s eyes flash. Grace flares outward. 

Sam thinks he should be alarmed by the fact that he can’t move all of the sudden, but he’s too startled and a bit too amazed to process the situation properly. It doesn’t last long anyways. 

Gabriel sags and mumbles a quiet apology. 

Sam wiggles his fingers just to check that he can, but he doesn’t move any closer. “You don’t have to apologize, Gabe,” he says gently, keeping his hands where Gabriel can see them.

“I just-”

“Yeah, you did, and it’s not worth beating yourself up over. No harm done, see?” He turns his hands over. Nothing missing, nothing maimed.

Gabriel swallows thickly, but he nods after a moment. 

Sam would count it as more of a win if the archangel weren’t looking so defeated. “Can I come closer?” He waits for the little nod, which he gets after a moment of hesitation. He walks carefully. Every step is deliberate, and his hands never move out of Gabriel’s line of sight. He considers rolling up his sleeves so that Gabriel knows there’s no hidden weapons. No needles. The motion of that might be enough to set Gabriel off again, and he’d rather not do that. If only for Gabriel’s sake. He looks close enough to falling apart.

He reaches Gabriel and isn’t surprised to have an armful of archangel a moment later. Gabriel latches onto him tight enough that it almost makes Sam’s ribs ache. He doesn’t care. All that matters is that Gabriel is letting him get close despite the anxiety that’s eating him inside out. Sam runs his fingers through Gabriel’s hair and remains unsurprised when Gabriel’s shoulders start shaking, but it does rip his heart right out of his chest. 

Sam keeps one hand in Gabriel’s hair. That’s always seemed to calm Gabe down in the past. The other works its way over the angel’s back, but Gabriel goes tense. Sucks in a deep breath that sounds suspiciously close to a hiss of pain. 

“Gabe?”

“It’s nothing,” Gabriel’s voice betrays him by cracking.

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

“It’ll take care of itself.”

Sam frowns deeply at that. “It doesn’t need to,” he argues gently. It’s better to prod Gabriel in the right direction than to outright force him. “Wanna go to the bedroom?”

Gabriel looks like he might argue, but he ends up giving a one shouldered shrug instead. A one shouldered shrug that seems to add to his discomfort.

Sam’s concern is only growing, but he leans down to wipe gently at Gabriel’s eyes. He kisses his forehead for good measure. “C’mon,” he offers his hand as a lifeline and hopes Gabriel will take it. 

By the time they reach their shared bedroom, Gabriel looks like he’s ready to pass out. It worries Sam more than he wants to admit, but he’s trying his damnedest to keep from pushing Gabe too hard. He’s obviously struggling both mentally and physically, but that’s only more cause for concern. Sam hadn’t noticed Gabriel taking any hits on their last outing.

“Show me?” Sam prompts gently, then watches as Gabriel flops face down onto the bed. Right, so this might be a little more difficult than he’d hoped.

Except then Gabriel’s wings pop out and unfurl abruptly, and that is something Sam will never get used to. It’s only the largest set, but they’re impressive in their own right. The gold shines beautifully despite the awful lighting the bunker offers. Sam steps closer with some hesitation, worried about what he might find. 

There’s a decent chunk of feathers and a gash dug into one wing, close to the root. Sam winces in sympathy. “Anything I can do?”

“I was in the middle of pulling out the dead ones when you came by,” Gabriel explains. He turns his head to the side and rests his cheek on his arms. It’s his best attempt at looking unaffected, but Sam can see the fear. Exposing himself like this isn’t easy for the archangel. His time in Hell had done a number on him, and, no matter how many times they’ve done this, Gabriel remains nervous at a bare minimum.

“Oh,” that explains the cursing. “Want me to?”

“Knock yourself out,” Gabriel says, voice tighter now. 

Sam weighs his options, but he decides the wing can wait a little longer. He has a feeling it doesn’t hurt as much with it being unfurled now. He crawls onto the bed and manages to work his way underneath one wing. His arms wrap around Gabriel. Loosely at first, then a bit tighter when Gabriel doesn’t try to put distance between them. 

Gabriel presses his face against Sam’s neck. It’s a good place to pick when trying to hide from the world. His wings stay spread out, and he’s very near tears for the second time in less than an hour. 

“I’ve got you,” Sam promises. He strokes between Gabriel’s wings. “You’re safe, Gabe.”

[scrollingkingfisher]

Hark, the Herald Angel Sings

Rating: T Warnings: Body horror Summary: Glory to the newborn king (of hell)

Written for Day Five of Sabriel Week - Boy King/Leader of Heaven - tagging @sabrielevents​

***

“Enough!” Sam roars.

The demons all freeze, their eyes snapping to him, as sudden and still as if they’ve been petrified into stone. Later, Sam will look back and realise that he should have known something was wrong right then. That pin-drop creepy silence could never have been an omen of anything good. But at the time, there’s only the rushing of breath in his lungs, the too-hard beat of blood in his ears, and the thin red mist of rage creeping into the corners of his vision.

“Enough! There will be no new King of Hell. Not today. Not ever.” And then he says the words which seal his fate, lets them boom around the room with supernatural resonance.

“And if anyone wants the job, you’ll have to come through me!”

[read more on AO3]

[softiesabriel]

Drowning With Grace

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 1456

TW: Drowning, Light description of blood, Death (not main character)

Summary: Sam and Dean find themselves chasing a hunt through an abandoned water park. Separated, Sam finds himself in a dire situation, only to have an unexpectedly familiar face pop up.

This was written for @sabrielevents Sabriel week! This is day 1: Hurt/Comfort. 

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19421629

Another hunt gone wrong. When did they ever go right?

Sam had found an article about a mysterious murder, which in itself is redundant, that had brought him and Dean here to an abandoned water park. A boy, just about to graduate, and his posse of friends had ignored the well-intentioned no trespassing signs and explored the ominous lot. Slimy moss ate at the sides of damp rope and once beautiful blue tide pools were green and thick with phosphates. It was an innocent venture of curiosity, vandalism never crossing the crews mind. Then the boy started coughing up bloody water and collapsed. No matter how hard they pumped his chest, more and more kept coming, until he finally stopped moving.

It didn’t take too much digging to find out the park was the site of an accidental murder. A boy had been drowned by his friends, who had been playing too rough and forgot to consider he was prone to asthmatic attacks. It didn’t help they kept pushing him under water. But just to be certain they had the right ghost, as drowning as an all too often occurrence, Sam and Dean decided to investigate the place and find him. With a lot of ground to cover, they took separate areas and promised to meet up in the middle or, if they got in trouble before that, yell for the other.

The problem with that plan was that Sam couldn’t yell. His lungs were filled with water.

He’d had the bright idea of walking up the questionable wooden stairs to the top platform of some water slides, in order to get a birds eye view of the area. When he stepped near the entrance of one, however, a gray hand shot from the darkness and wrapped its fingers around his ankle, pulling him down into the dark tube. The consuming darkness, the descent that was somehow slow and too fast at the same time, it made Sam’s heart stutter. 

Then he came shooting back out into the moonlight, briefly illuminated, until he plunged into the disgusting algae-ridden water collected in the deep pool.

Sam forced his eyes open, yet still he was unable to see anything. The layer of plants on the surface blockaded any chance of life developing here. He tried to move. He tried so hard to swim to the surface and take a big, gulping breath of that sweet summer air. His limbs wouldn’t listen. They twitched weakly at the most, paralyzed by an unseen force. Panic pumped his heart against his will, and the oxygen in his lungs was quickly seeped out. Despite his best efforts, he opened his mouth, and drank the infectious water, inviting it in unwillingly. His lungs - no, his whole body - burned helplessly. His vision began to fade, and all his muscles relaxed, no longer held because he didn’t need to be. In acceptance, he looked upwards again, wondering if that’s where he would end up. If that’s where he deserved to end up.

Instead of an answer, he saw a golden light, bursting through the invading plants and illuminating the water. There was a splash, and bubbles covered a dark figure, with golden wings flying behind his back. An angel. He was hallucinating, he realized. The figure grabbed his arm and yanked him upwards. This his how they take you, Sam thought quietly, and closed his eyes, letting the sensation of inevitable death wash over him.

“Sam, hey.” A hand patted against Sam’s face lightly. “Wake up, ya bum.”

Sam, believing this was some odd post-death dream, kept his eyes closed. The same hand slapped him hard across the face at his lack of response. He winced and his eyes flew open, rolling his head back over to see who hit him.

It was Gabriel, kneeling over him, eyebrows knitted together.

“Gabe -?” He got halfway through the name before more water came up his throat. He coughed, chest hurting with each heave, and he felt like he was going to throw up.

“Damn it, sorry Sam, I thought I got all that out,” Gabriel snapped his fingers and the water ceased, though Sam continued to cough, rubbing his throat as he sat up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked in between coughs. He didn’t remember swallowing a cheese grater, but he must have for his throat to feel this scratchy.

“What’s it look like? Saving your ass,” Gabriel motioned to the water, “Death was getting ready to walk out the door and come to you. I stepped in and took care of that ghost for you.”

Sam looked at Gabriel, confused. “Why?” The last time they’d seen each other, Sam had found out Gabriel’s true identity. A second time. He wouldn’t be surprised if Gabriel now revealed he wasn’t a trickster or an archangel, but some other superior power. 

It took Gabriel longer than expected to answer. “You still need to play your role in all this. I can’t have you dying before then.”

Part of Sam didn’t believe that. Part of Sam heard a faint trace of worry in his voice, in the shifting of his eyes and the fiddling of his hands. Why Gabriel would worry about him, he had no idea, so he took his word for it. “How genuine. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Sam stayed sitting, looking down at himself, catching his breath. “I thought I was going to die,” he whispered to himself. The thought sent an icy chill down his back, unbalanced him in an indescribable way. He had died once before - back in that ghost town, when that knife was jabbed into his spine, so one might think he wouldn’t be as scared the second time around. The experience had just the opposite effect. He knew what was coming now, and it was more terrifying than he or anyone else could imagine.

For a moment, he was scared he lost control over his body again as he started shaking, and his throat tightened up. Gabriel placed a hand on his leg, and although Sam couldn’t see it, he felt a wing curl around his back. The archangel’s fingers glowed gently, and a calming warmth flowed through him like nothing he’s ever felt before. It was like laying out in a summer sun times a million, a hundred million. He looked at Gabriel, who sat beside him. The archangel didn’t look at him, only forward, his jaw tight and his cheeks rosy. Sam looked back down at his hand. By no means did he trust Gabriel, not after all of his tricks and lies. On the other hand...he just saved Sam and stuck around to comfort him. Or maybe it was just the angelic grace that made him more trusting. That allowed him to place his hand lightly on top of Gabriel’s, and eventually, lean into him. Well, onto him, considering how much shorter his vessel was.

Eventually, after sitting like that for God knows how long, Sam’s eyelids drooped and his breathing slowed. Gabriel finally turned his head to look at him. “If you ever need any help Sam, you know, just uh...call me. Or pray. Just think my name really hard or something and I’ll hop on over if I can.”

Sam nodded. “Thank you again Gabriel. Really.”

Gabriel nodded back. “No problem. It’s my job. Or was supposed to be my job, anyways.”

At those words, Sam felt compelled to return the favor. But he was so exhausted, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

“Sammy? Sammy!”

Dean shook Sam awake, his eyes fluttering open. Dean stopped and let out a heavy sigh of relief. “Jesus Christ Sammy, I thought you were dead. What the hell happened to you?”

Disoriented, Sam looked around. The sun was beginning to come up, and he was alone on the broken concrete. Alone. Yet the warmth of his grace still bubbled in Sam’s chest.

“I...fell asleep,” He answered as he stood up, still looking around.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Wha - Fell asleep? Really?”

Sam nodded. He pointed to the top of the slide. “The ghost, he yanked me down that and I...I almost drowned. But I took care of him.”

“Took care of him?”

“Yeah he was attached to...something. I burned it, we’re all good.”

There it was - Dean’s naturally distrusting bitchface. “Uh huh?”

“What?”

Dean waved his hand dismissively. “You know what, never mind, I’m just glad you’re okay. Let’s get out of here, this place gives me the heebie jeebies more than usual.”

Sam just nodded along as they walked towards the exit, mind still stuck on his fleeting encounter with Gabriel, which left a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

[archangelgabriellives]

Fireworks and First Kiss

For Sabriel Week, Day 4: Free Day

Rating: General

Length: 990

Tags: Author’s word vomit, kissing, nothing else, its tame

A/N: Another day where I had no idea what to do. So I typed up whatever I could think of. And I think I ended up with two separate stories. Just...be aware.

@sabrielevents

Like my writing?

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Contrary to popular belief, Sam really does consider the Bunker his home. True, if one were to sneak a peek into his room, the bare walls and lack of decor would lead one to think Sam thought of it as no more than a cheap motel room. Somewhere to get a few hours of fitful sleep or change one flannel for another. 

To find Sam Winchester’s place in the bunker, you have to look a little deeper. 

It’s in the freshly refurbished wingback chairs in the library, the cheap sunken foam replaced and new fabric draped and stapled in place over one weekend. Now, when Sam reads his fiction novels, he can get lost in the world and the story, not in how his back hurts after ten minutes. 

It’s the meticulous organization and care of the war room. Every piece of hardware for the map table is right where it should be, free of cracks and dust. The over head lights and little baubles in the ancient machines are always on and keeping the Bunker bright.

The kitchen pantry is always stocked with everyone's favorite foods. Little comforts like the only coffee Castiel can stand to drink, extra packs of bacon stored in the freezer for Dean, that cherry simple syrup that Gabriel puts in everything. It’s no problem for Sam to spend the time and money to bring these things home for his family.

Outside the Bunker, Sam’s mark runs deeper. The garden is mostly for him. No one else enjoys a healthy meal around here, but Dean loves when the jalapenos come in. and Sam doesn't say anything when he spies Gabriel sneaking grape tomatoes when he thinks no one is looking.

There is a fire pit a few yards from the garden, a nice square one that Sam built when he found an extra hundred bucks in his laundry. The woods surrounding and blocking the Bunker from the town provides plenty of dead wood for burning, and after he put it in, Sam found that all four of them were out there all the time, drinking beer and just shooting the shit for as long as they felt like. 

The fire pit is where Sam likes to go to think. The quiet crackle of the logs is nice, a calming backdrop for stargazing through the trees and figuring shit out. 

Or just getting drunk because it was a holiday. 

That’s where Gabriel found him, a six pack of beer half gone and a sparkler hanging loosely in Sam’s hand. The dried summer grass crinkled under his feet, and Sam gave a weak nod of greeting as Gabriel walked over and sat next to him.

“Whatcha doing out here, kiddo?” Gabriel asked. 

“Just thinking, I guess,” Sam said as he took another swig of his beer. The sparkler died in his hand, and Sam tossed it into the fire. “Dean and Cas still not back from that djinn thing?” 

Gabriel leaned down, pulling up a beer for himself and cracking open the top. “No, not yet,” he said, taking a drink. “You worried?”

Sam sighed. “No. Just hoping.”

Gabriel raised a questioning eyebrow, expecting more of an answer than that.

“It’s the fourth of July.”

“And?”

“Nothing, it’s just-” Sam shifted in his seat, “well...Dean and I have this...tradition. It’s stupid.”

“‘S not stupid,” Gabriel said, elbowing Sam playfully. “Anything positive you and your brother can share is a blessing.”

Sam smiled warmly at the archangel. “Yeah, I know. But when we went to heaven, looking for God, Dean told me about the memory he woke up in. Just us setting off fireworks in a field somewhere while dad was on a hunt. And ever since then, no matter where we were, we always did something. Even if it was just some shitty bottle rockets. Cas, he usually,” he wiggled his fingers, “mojo’s up the good stuff now.”

“I bet he does,” Gabriel laughed into his bottle.

Slowly, the smile slid off Sam’s face. “Oh, Gabriel. Would that bother you? The fireworks? God,” he scoffed at himself, “I didn't even think about that.”

In the light of the fire, Gabriel could practically see the guilt radiating off of Sam. Frankly, he thought it was adorable. He set his beer on the ground, and gently took Sam’s hand in his.

“Sam, you are a sweet kid. And I told you before, I’m a whole new man. A few little pops in the sky aren’t enough to send me into a tailspin.” He felt Sam tighten his grip slightly, and the worried expression slide into something a little softer. “I am ok. I can protect myself again. And…,” he paused, gliding his fingers over the back of Sam’s hand, “maybe, I’m a little bit braver than I ever was before.”

Gabriel let his hand slide higher until it could grab Sam’s rolled up sleeve and give a gentle tug. Sam let himself be pulled, a split second flash of confusion flipping over to realization. He let it happen, though. Let Gabriel press their lips together in a tender kiss that, now that it was happening, Sam never knew how much he wanted.

Sam tilted his head, made a move to deepen the kiss and wrap his fingers at the base of Gabriel’s neck. But suddenly, a bright light filled the sky, a boom echoing out and fading to the sprinkling of colorful luminescence that danced through the trees. 

Another firework followed quickly, reds transitioning to green and bouncing off each other's faces. 

“Did you do that?” Sam laughed, still holding on to Gabriel’s hand. 

“Sam. Sam a lam. Samster,” Gabriel snarked, “that tiny little speckle of light is only a fraction of what kissing you makes me feel.” He waggled his eyebrows. “But, let me double check. Just to be sure.”

He leaned back in and they kissed again, fireworks exploding high in the sky.

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[flamedoesart]

Sabriel Week Day 5 -- Boy King/Leader of Heaven

Context: Sam is all screwed up, so Gabe is trying to fix him via Grace.

[nickelkeep]

Hard Way Home

Pairing: Sabriel No Warnings On Ao3 For @sabrielevents Sabriel Week 2019, Day 3, Canon Fix-It

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Gabriel finally found it. It had taken him a while, having been practically huddled in fear against Sam the first time he was brought here. The wardings were stronger, were better, were updated, purposely to keep the bunker hidden from Archangels, and probably to keep them out.

He slowly meandered up to the door, trying to figure out what he could say - if there were anything he could say - to be allowed inside. Dean would probably throw a punch then ask questions later. Castiel would bombard him with a million questions. Sam would… Gabriel stopped and swallowed. What would Sam do?

It would probably be too much to ask for the younger Winchester to even look at him. Why did he come here again? Gabriel has been able to keep himself hidden for millennia. He’d been Loki’s doppelganger, and with Loki gone, he could be the Loki.

But that wouldn’t be right. It won’t be right unless Gabriel could see them - Sam - one more time. He’s fought his past before; he’s stood up against his brothers. Now he needed to face his family - if he’s even allowed to call them that.

Gabriel stopped at the door, feeling the sigil, tracing it in his mind’s eye. Sam etched it onto the door. He could feel grief associated with the sigil, but he wasn’t sure why. Gabriel debated for a moment. He could knock, and play Russian Roulette and see who answers the door, or he could do the sure thing.

“Castiel,” he whispered, “please come to the door, and don’t tell them I’m here. You can call me a coward to my face, but please don’t let them know. Not yet.”

“You don’t want Sam to know you’re here?”

The shorter angel whipped around and came face to face with not Castiel, but Jack. “Where’s Cas?”

“He’s with Dean, on a hunt. Sam and I are here, so Cas sent me to come to get you.” Jack’s head tilted in confusion; a trait picked up from the Seraph. “Do you not want to see Sam?”

“Of course I do, Kiddo. The question is whether or not he wants to see me. If any of you want to see me."

Jack smiled. “I must admit, I don’t know you very well, but from what Cas and Sam have told me, I would probably get along with you very well. I apparently like nougat almost as much as you do. So yes, I would like to see you.” Jack looked towards the door. “I know Sam misses you. He won’t tell anyone. But when he sees Cas and Dean together, he gets…” The young Nephilim bit his bottom lip. “I don’t think jealous is the word. It’s more like he’s feeling empty, and that he wishes he was whole again.”

“Would it hurt him if he saw me?”

“No!” Jack’s eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “If anything, I think that would heal him. You should come in. I can ask Cas how to fix the warding to let you pass!” With a ruffle of wings, Jack was gone.

Gabriel put his hand back on the door, and after a few moments, felt the warding that was keeping him out fade away. The lock disengaged, and the door swung open, granting him access to the bunker. “Thank you, Cas.” He prayed silently, giving his brother thanks for allowing him access.

“Do you want me to tell him you’re here?” Jack closed the hatch quietly, securing it back in place.

“I’ve got this, Kiddo.” Gabriel placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “We’ll catch up later, and I’ll set you straight about me, ok?”

“I would like that.” Jack looked at Gabriel’s hand and back before smiling. “Sam’s in the library. He’s helping Dean and Cas with their hunt, as well as a couple of other hunters who are out. Do you know where it is?”

Gabriel started walking down the stairs. “I’m pretty sure I remember. I’ll shout if I need help.” As he got to the bottom of the steps and cut through the War Room, he took a deep breath. He slowed down his pace as he got closer to the Library, quieting his footsteps.

“Dean, look, based off of what you and Cas have found it’s another pair of shifters. Maybe a pack. No. Well, you didn’t say that part before. Ok, then I’ll keep looking. Try silver. Jerk.” A thud on the table let Gabriel know that Sam tossed his phone on the table. He silently slid into the room and leaned against the doorway.

Sam sat a table, hunched over several books as usual, with his laptop open. It was a sight familiar to Gabriel, and one that made his heart beat faster with joy. He was a fool to think that he could have run away, to be able to stay away from the man sitting at the table.

“Hey Jack, did you…” Sam looked up at the doorway and froze.

“Hey there, Samshine.”

Sam closed his eyes and rubbed them before opening them up and looking at the Archangel again. He stood up hesitantly, as though Gabriel would disappear. “Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep again?”

“Dream of me often, Sammy?”

“Every night since I lost you.” Sam took a couple of steps forward. “But you don’t normally converse with me. It’s me failing you, over and over again.”

Gabriel stood up straight and closed the distance between them. “You think you failed me, Sam?” He waited until the younger Winchester nodded in confirmation. “You did no such thing. I promised I would keep you safe, no matter what, and I made sure you got through the portal. There was just a hiccough.”

“You died! That’s more than a hiccough!” Tears were falling freely down Sam’s face. “Why can’t I wake up?”

“Cause this isn’t a dream, Sam. I’m real. I’m alive. I’m here.” Gabriel reached up and cupped Sam’s cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. “Cas got the Empty all up in a hissy fit. There’s no organization there. Hell, I never went to sleep properly. I just had to bide my time. Plus you guys have this place locked down like Fort Knox. Just took me a little longer to find my way to you.”

Sam gently ran his hands down Gabriel’s arms, almost as though he was proving to himself that the angel in front of him was real. “You’re here.”

Gabriel gently pulled Sam down into a soft kiss. “Yeah, Sam. I’m here.”

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Not so Secret Meetings

For Sabriel Week, Day 5: Boy King of Hell/Leader of Heaven

Rating: General

Length: 775

Tags: Nothing, Totally fine, y'all, set in s14 after Sam is a badass and gabriel is still alive

A/N: this is weak writing and I have no excuse. If I had more than a few hours, it could be stronger. Maybe I'll give it a relook sometime.

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In the middle of the Mojave Desert, there stands a building that has no right to be there. To any human, it’s just a plain little shack. There were no windows and only one door; but as Sam Winchester walked up to it, the walls lit up in angelic blues, heaven’s warding illuminating the dark, humid air.

“What’s wrong, my King?” A demon spoke up as Sam hesitated, glancing over the sigils.

“Only one of you will be allowed to enter with me,” Sam spoke curtly, not wasting any pleasantries on the small group of his subordinates. “I don't care who.”

There was a scuffling, and Sam rolled his eyes as the group behind him pushed and shoved, fighting amongst themselves to be the first to step up to Sam’s right side.

A demon finally appeared, his black eyes sparkling with joy. “It is an honor to enter this meeting with you, my King.”

“Fine.” Sam didn't even spare the demon a glance as he reached for the door, turning the handle and stepping inside.

The opulence of the room certainly did not match the plain corrugated metal that lined the outside. The space was huge, much larger than would be expected when you walked up to it. The walls were lined with art; soft renaissance paintings and statues of Heavens angels, battles and victories over the legions of Hell. Gold sconces and light fixtures spilled flickering candle light, the dancing shadows giving the paintings the illusion of movement.

It was over the top, that was for sure.

In the center of the room a table was set up, crisp white linen covering it and four chairs, two of which were already occupied.

“Angel,” Sam greeted as he pulled out his chair to sit. “I see Heaven still has a horrible taste in interior design.”

“You wound me, demon,” Gabriel said with a smile, the lower angel next to him glaring at Sam. “My tastes run a bit...luscious.” The archangel’s brows bounced as his eyes raked up and down Sam’s form.

“Hey,” the demon seated next to Sam shouted, “show my Master some respect. He is to be referred to as the King of Hell. Even Heaven’s Messenger will-”

“Stop.” Sam cut the demon off with a wave of his hand. “Look. um…”

“Kyle.”

“Right, Kyle.” Sam cleared his throat. “Why don't you go back outside with the others.

“Wha-?” The look of hurt on Kyle’s face morphed into reluctant obedience as the demon finally left the table. “Yes, sir.”

“Ooh, Sir,” Gabriel laughed. “Like that title more, do ya?”

“Right,” the angel next to Gabriel said, clearly exasperated with Gabriel’s antics, “can we please get this meeting started?”

“For sure, Dumah,” Gabriel answered easily, “but I don't need you here for this.”

“But, sir…”

Before she could protest further, Gabriel snapped his fingers and Dumah had vanished.

“Mmm, that’s better.”

“Christ, Gabriel. You didn't...kill her, did you?”

“Sam, please. I’m not a monster.”

With a hand scrubbing down his face, Sam sighed. “So why did you call me here? What’s this meeting about?”

Gabriel shrugged, a quick flash of openness on his features. “Maybe I just wanted to see you.” Gabriel’s eyes bounced around the room. “Being a leader sucks. And I miss you.”

“Tell me about it,” Sam sighed. “Hell is- oh, man, it just sucks. The bureaucracy! It’s all paperwork and useless meetings. I can't believe I’m stuck there keeping these demons in line.”

“You should shake things up, Samster. Change the way things are done down there.”

“Ahh, I don't know. Anyway,” Sam reached across the table, hand open in invitation, “how have you been?”

With no hesitation, Gabriel let his own hand slid across the table, taking Sam’s in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Like I said,” he said softly, “I miss you. We both got kinda pushed in a direction without being fully on board."

"Didn't even plan on this." Sam rubbed his thumb along Gabriel's skin. "Demons are scared of me, I'm just trying to help as many people I can with that."

"That's 'cause you're a damn hero, Sam."

"Yeah, I guess." A blush ran across Sam's face, coloring his cheeks at Gabriel's praise. "So why are we here, really? What's got Heaven's panties in a twist today?"

"Told ya, Sammy," Gabriel's eyes went predatory, honing in on his prey, "I missed you. And now we're in a sealed room, aaaaaall by our little lonesome selves."

Realization passed through Sam, and with a quick tug on his arm, Gabriel crawled over the table to settle in Sam's lap, kissing him senseless.

~~

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If you’re gonna save him, do it now

For Sabriel Week, Day 3: Canon Fix It

Rating: Mature

Length: 770

Tags: A swear or two, a few lines of a fight, baby Sam Winchester, Gabriel is a norse god here

A/N: I was so lost with this prompt. So I waited till the last minute and frantically wrote any word I could think of. Sorry if this is a cliche fic. 

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The archangel Gabriel is the angel of Monday.

For every living creature born on this day, Gabriel’s grace and protection are bestowed unto them, guaranteeing that no person is sent to the afterlife before their time.

It’s an easy job requirement. Gabriel barely even notices when there is a ripple pressing against his form and a fraction of a fraction of a sliver of his grace is sent to Earth. Where Galan stops to pick up a shiny drachma he spied between two cobblestones, a horse drawn cart speeding too close to the curb flies by. Or Mischa’s dog takes the left path when she aimed her sled to the right, staying free of the unknown deep snow and icy conditions.

After he left, living his life on Earth as a pagan, Gabriel still kept on saving people. Humanity was still good, no matter what Lucifer had tried to drill into him, and damn him if he still wanted to help people. To save them when they didn't deserve to die before their time.

On Monday, May second, nineteen eighty three, Sam Winchester was born. Gabriel knew immediately when a new charge was brought into this world. But this baby? This baby boy had been expected for thousands of years. One of the vessels that will bring about the apocalypse.

And he was Gabriel’s to shelter. 

The future for this child was well known in heaven. He would have to die to send the Righteous Man to hell, to raise The Devil from his cage and let in a force no one on Earth could fathom. 

Gabriel saw the future. And he didn't like it. 

When the boy was six months old, Gabriel felt the familiar tickle at the edge of his grace. It was weak, Sam Winchester wasn't in imminent danger of death, but any person in the presence of a demon, much less a Prince of Hell, was in enough peril that Gabriel’s grace was bound to react. Plus, the fact that Gabriel was watching Sam a little more than he needed to, of course. 

With a strong flap of his long hidden wings, Gabriel flew. He crossed the cold oceans in moments, didn't waver from his path until he landed silently in the nursery of his young charge. The dark figure in the room loomed over the crib hand outstretched and ready to drip black blood into Sam’s cooing mouth.

“Hey, dickbag,” Gabriel spat, his curved knife blessed with his archangel grace. The demon spun, caught off guard at the interruption. 

Azazel’s surprised face quickly transformed, a sickly smile making its way across his lips, showing all the way up to his dark eyes. “You're not Mary,” he drawled, seemingly unfazed by Gabriel. His eyes traveled down, a glint of interest when he saw the knife. “Norse, huh? Interesting.”

“Not as interesting as your black guts strewn all over the west coast if you don't take a step back, Jack.”

“Oh, I don't think so,” the demon chuckled. “This was promised to me. Deals cannot be broken, especially by some low level trickster with a savior complex. Sam Winchester will lead Hell’s armies.”

“Not on my watch, asshole.”  

Gabriel lunged, his knife clashing with Azazel’s conjured demon blade. The fight was quick, and with a few elegant strikes, the First Prince of Hell was run through. Azazel sparked and crackled around the holy blade in his chest, and Gabriel vanished him and any lingering mess before the body could hit the floor. 

There was a rustling in the crib, Sam’s content baby noises filling the room and calming Gabriel’s grace. He quickly checked Sam over. The baby seemed ok, a small drop of blood on his blanket the only indication that Azazel had even been there. 

“Well, that was a close on, eh, kiddo?” Big brown eyes stared up at him, and Gabriel felt himself melt a little. “Hopefully your life will be a little more pleasant now, Sammy.” Gabriel ran a hand over the mop of soft baby hair, a glow emanating from his palm. “No more tragic backstory. No more saving the world at the cost of yourself.” Gabriel sighed. “I bless you, Sam WInchester. Know that I will always watch over you and do my best to keep you safe.” 

Gabriel leaned in, sealed the blessing with a gentle kiss to Sam’s forehead. 

“Do your best to stay out of trouble. If that’s possible,” Gabriel added with a quiet laugh. He stayed by the crib until Sam fell asleep, silently vanishing just as Mary WInchester came in to check on her sleeping son.

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Sabriel Week Day 6 -- Roommates/ Neighbors

“And they were roommates!”

“Oh my god, they were roommates.”

This is them in a high school (or college) AU, yeet.

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Sabriel Week Day 6 -- Trueform/Wings

[idabbleincrazy]

Made a quick little moodboard for @sabrielevents Free Day since i haven't been able to write anything for it. So here, have a Sabriel wedding.