Gabriel didn't want to leave Sam; he fought against the idea for as long as he could until it became the only way out. The only way Sam and his brother would be completely free of Dad's completely awful Plan was if he went home and set things right. Kicked a little angelic ass back into line. They didn't know a thing about free will, so how could they possibly appreciate that it had been there all along?
With one last warm pass of his grace over Sam, warm and full of sorrow, he pulled away from his vessel. He and Cynewulf had been partners for a long time and he owed the guy his freedom. As the human began to stir, Gabriel washed him in warmth.
Be happy, buddy. Look out for my Sammy, okay?
Slowly he began to stir, clawing his way to consciousness for the first time in centuries.
Sam felt Gabriel's warmth brush across him and he had to hold in a whimper. His Angel's grace felt so sad and he prayed that feeling wouldn't be his last memory of the last Archangel.
He sat in a nearby chair, eyes filled to the brim with unspilled tears. He knew now wasn't a good time to get caught up in his emotions but he couldn't help it. Sam quickly wiped them away as he heard Gabriel's voice... the vessel's voice. He didn't even know if this man spoke English... probably not. Crap. Sam moved a bit closer, wanting to make sure that the other man was okay, but he still didn't say anything.
I'm comin back Sammy. You're not done with me yet. A final vow before Gabriel arrowed towards Heaven.
His arms felt like lead and it was a struggle to even drag a hand across his face. Memories are distant and fragmented - a jumble of places, names and faces, his existence tangled up with another's.
And imagine Sam's surprise when he spoke English clearly, with a distinctly southern twang to it. "Christ on a pogo stick. If that ain't the mother and father of all hangovers."
Well, that made him smile a little. He knew Gabriel always kept his promises.
Sam's eyes were glued to the other man, watching his every movement. Then the man spoke.... completely plain English. The hunter's eyes widened to about the size of dinner plates when the English came complete with a southern drawl. Yeah. He was speechless. He had no idea what to say.
"Um... Can I get you anything?" It was the only thing he could come up with. He just... had no idea what to do. But at least the guy spoke English well enough to come up with a pretty good curse.
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With one last warm pass of his grace over Sam, warm and full of sorrow, he pulled away from his vessel. He and Cynewulf had been partners for a long time and he owed the guy his freedom. As the human began to stir, Gabriel washed him in warmth.
Be happy, buddy. Look out for my Sammy, okay?
Slowly he began to stir, clawing his way to consciousness for the first time in centuries.
"Hnn.."
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He sat in a nearby chair, eyes filled to the brim with unspilled tears. He knew now wasn't a good time to get caught up in his emotions but he couldn't help it. Sam quickly wiped them away as he heard Gabriel's voice... the vessel's voice. He didn't even know if this man spoke English... probably not. Crap. Sam moved a bit closer, wanting to make sure that the other man was okay, but he still didn't say anything.
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His arms felt like lead and it was a struggle to even drag a hand across his face. Memories are distant and fragmented - a jumble of places, names and faces, his existence tangled up with another's.
And imagine Sam's surprise when he spoke English clearly, with a distinctly southern twang to it. "Christ on a pogo stick. If that ain't the mother and father of all hangovers."
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Sam's eyes were glued to the other man, watching his every movement. Then the man spoke.... completely plain English. The hunter's eyes widened to about the size of dinner plates when the English came complete with a southern drawl. Yeah. He was speechless. He had no idea what to say.
"Um... Can I get you anything?" It was the only thing he could come up with. He just... had no idea what to do. But at least the guy spoke English well enough to come up with a pretty good curse.
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