Fic: All Okay Now
Title: All Okay Now
Rating: pg-13 little blasphemous talk
Pairings: Sam/Gabriel, minor Dean'Cas
Summary: Oblivion was not what he had been expecting.
Spoilers: 5x19
Disclaimer: Not mine, the episode would have gone like this if I had a say in anything.
For some reason he had thought that oblivion would be more - empty. Not an open field.
Wind blew through his hair and he caught the faint smell of honey on the air, turning in a circle to take in his surroundings and pushing his hair out of his face. There was nothing but blade grass as far as the eye could see.
Tipping his head back he let the quiet simply roll over him. The wind picked up, whipping his coat around him and he lifted his arms, eyes closed and mind blank for the first time in so many years. He may not know what was going on, but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He spun till he was dizzy, arms spread and laughing like a child. No worries to cloud his mind or weigh him down.
No Apocalypse. No family feud. No Winchester brothers. Nothing.
The long grass was soft against his back when he fell back into it, the long blades tickling his neck while he drew in long gulps of breath. He could get used to this.
“Gabriel.”
His body jerked, his muscles moving almost involuntarily to bring him to his feet and stand at attention. “Father.” The word tasted funny in his mouth, almost like ash, like something insubstantial, something fake and wrong wrong wrong.
“It is good to see you, my son. Though the circumstances are not what I had hoped after all these millennia.”
Gabriel’s blood boiled. “Not what you’d hoped for? Tell me then, Dadio, what were you hoping for? Cause I gotta say, a little help would have been appreciated back when I was getting staked by my own brother.”
“You have taken the road of free will, Gabriel. What you do, the choices you’ve mad are all your own. My interference would have negated the whole point of the experience.”
“Come on!” Gabriel threw up his hands. “You’re still sticking with the whole free will bit? Pull the other one there, Pops. That well’s gone dry.”
“You act as though you understand, but not all that much has changed since you left, my son. Free will was my gift to humanity, and yet when an individual’s choices lead them down a road they do not care for they immediately beg for a way out, for rescue. Tell me, what is free will if there are no consequences?”
Gabriel snapped his jaw closed on the comment he had been waiting to throw out. Here he was, arguing with God, his Father, about free will of all things while his brother waged war on Earth. “So you’re going to let your humans, your children burn for the sake of free will and upholding the company’s good name? Now I remember why I took off the first time.”
The wind went still and silent, not a blade of grass moving as the air itself seemed to get heavy. The pressure around him changing like the calm before a thunderstorm and he could taste lightning on the air.
“I do not simply plan to stand by, but there is meaning here. A purpose which you cannot begin to comprehend. Gabriel, my son, you have come so far since the wars of old. I do not wish to see you fall like this, at the hands of your brother. This is not your time.”
Gabriel’s heart sped up, blood racing through his veins as his brain tried to wrap itself around what he was being told. “What are you saying?”
“That you are still needed. There are those on Earth that do not wish for it to end like this.”
Something pushed at the back of his head, a buzz building at the base of spine and climbing upward like static electricity.
A prayer. For him.
Sam.
“Gabriel you’ve got to be okay. Shouldn’t have left. Should go back. Please be okay. Should go back. Please please please.”
Gabriel staggered, hands buried in his hair as the pressure built and built. This was wrong. This wasn’t how things were supposed to play out. This wasn’t supposed to be his story.
“Gabriel.” Warmth and safety and home flooded up from his feet to the crown of his head and Gabriel all but sagged into the touch. “Gabriel, do you want to go back?”
“Yes,” He didn’t even have to think about it. Not after Sam’s prayer. He knew where he had to be. “Heaven help me but I do.”
Lips touched both his closed eyelids and his body shuddered. “Go with my blessing, and take your brother with you.”
Before he could question the last statement smooth fingers touched his forehead and the plains around him disappeared.
Something latched onto him and for a brief moment he panicked, trying to throw the unfamiliar presence off him as he hurtled back toward Earth. But something familiar tugged at him. The presence was warped and tarnished, but he’d know his little brother’s Grace anywhere. “Castiel.”
Castiel made no vocal response, but Gabriel felt him shift closer and he opened himself letting Castiel sap a bit of strength from him to tend to his own hurts. “Don’t worry little brother, I gochya.”
Their landing was anything but graceful and Gabriel felt Castiel shudder against him as the motel room shook around them, light stretching into all corners of the room.
Voices raised in fear and confusion came from somewhere close and Gabriel immediately called his vessel to himself, urging Castiel to do the same. He pushed himself into the body and turned quickly to hold Castiel up as the other angel also forced himself into his damaged vessel.
This was not going to be fun.
“Oh my god.”
Gabriel looked up, a smug smile stretching across his face to hide the fact that he was just as scared as everyone else. “Not quite, Gigantore. But close.”
“Cas,” Dean’s voice drew Gabriel’s attention and his eyes narrowed at the look on the elder Winchester’s face. Something there made him want to hide his brother away and never let Dean touch him again, but then again he’d seen that same look mirrored in Castiel’s eyes when he looked at Dean.
“You know, he’s not as light as he looks.”
Dean didn’t need to be told twice as he jolted forward to take Castiel from Gabriel and move towards the beds at the other side of the room.
Gabriel smiled at the care Dean used with Castiel and was about to say something admittedly raunchy and inappropriate when two long arms crushed him against a strong chest. Crazy that the only thing he could think of was that Sam smelled like honey.
“You’re okay.” Sam’s voice shook, and instead of throwing out an insult like he would have done before he simply settled for squeezing back just as tight.
“Yeah Princess, I’m okay.” And he found that he meant it.
Rating: pg-13 little blasphemous talk
Pairings: Sam/Gabriel, minor Dean'Cas
Summary: Oblivion was not what he had been expecting.
Spoilers: 5x19
Disclaimer: Not mine, the episode would have gone like this if I had a say in anything.
For some reason he had thought that oblivion would be more - empty. Not an open field.
Wind blew through his hair and he caught the faint smell of honey on the air, turning in a circle to take in his surroundings and pushing his hair out of his face. There was nothing but blade grass as far as the eye could see.
Tipping his head back he let the quiet simply roll over him. The wind picked up, whipping his coat around him and he lifted his arms, eyes closed and mind blank for the first time in so many years. He may not know what was going on, but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He spun till he was dizzy, arms spread and laughing like a child. No worries to cloud his mind or weigh him down.
No Apocalypse. No family feud. No Winchester brothers. Nothing.
The long grass was soft against his back when he fell back into it, the long blades tickling his neck while he drew in long gulps of breath. He could get used to this.
“Gabriel.”
His body jerked, his muscles moving almost involuntarily to bring him to his feet and stand at attention. “Father.” The word tasted funny in his mouth, almost like ash, like something insubstantial, something fake and wrong wrong wrong.
“It is good to see you, my son. Though the circumstances are not what I had hoped after all these millennia.”
Gabriel’s blood boiled. “Not what you’d hoped for? Tell me then, Dadio, what were you hoping for? Cause I gotta say, a little help would have been appreciated back when I was getting staked by my own brother.”
“You have taken the road of free will, Gabriel. What you do, the choices you’ve mad are all your own. My interference would have negated the whole point of the experience.”
“Come on!” Gabriel threw up his hands. “You’re still sticking with the whole free will bit? Pull the other one there, Pops. That well’s gone dry.”
“You act as though you understand, but not all that much has changed since you left, my son. Free will was my gift to humanity, and yet when an individual’s choices lead them down a road they do not care for they immediately beg for a way out, for rescue. Tell me, what is free will if there are no consequences?”
Gabriel snapped his jaw closed on the comment he had been waiting to throw out. Here he was, arguing with God, his Father, about free will of all things while his brother waged war on Earth. “So you’re going to let your humans, your children burn for the sake of free will and upholding the company’s good name? Now I remember why I took off the first time.”
The wind went still and silent, not a blade of grass moving as the air itself seemed to get heavy. The pressure around him changing like the calm before a thunderstorm and he could taste lightning on the air.
“I do not simply plan to stand by, but there is meaning here. A purpose which you cannot begin to comprehend. Gabriel, my son, you have come so far since the wars of old. I do not wish to see you fall like this, at the hands of your brother. This is not your time.”
Gabriel’s heart sped up, blood racing through his veins as his brain tried to wrap itself around what he was being told. “What are you saying?”
“That you are still needed. There are those on Earth that do not wish for it to end like this.”
Something pushed at the back of his head, a buzz building at the base of spine and climbing upward like static electricity.
A prayer. For him.
Sam.
“Gabriel you’ve got to be okay. Shouldn’t have left. Should go back. Please be okay. Should go back. Please please please.”
Gabriel staggered, hands buried in his hair as the pressure built and built. This was wrong. This wasn’t how things were supposed to play out. This wasn’t supposed to be his story.
“Gabriel.” Warmth and safety and home flooded up from his feet to the crown of his head and Gabriel all but sagged into the touch. “Gabriel, do you want to go back?”
“Yes,” He didn’t even have to think about it. Not after Sam’s prayer. He knew where he had to be. “Heaven help me but I do.”
Lips touched both his closed eyelids and his body shuddered. “Go with my blessing, and take your brother with you.”
Before he could question the last statement smooth fingers touched his forehead and the plains around him disappeared.
Something latched onto him and for a brief moment he panicked, trying to throw the unfamiliar presence off him as he hurtled back toward Earth. But something familiar tugged at him. The presence was warped and tarnished, but he’d know his little brother’s Grace anywhere. “Castiel.”
Castiel made no vocal response, but Gabriel felt him shift closer and he opened himself letting Castiel sap a bit of strength from him to tend to his own hurts. “Don’t worry little brother, I gochya.”
Their landing was anything but graceful and Gabriel felt Castiel shudder against him as the motel room shook around them, light stretching into all corners of the room.
Voices raised in fear and confusion came from somewhere close and Gabriel immediately called his vessel to himself, urging Castiel to do the same. He pushed himself into the body and turned quickly to hold Castiel up as the other angel also forced himself into his damaged vessel.
This was not going to be fun.
“Oh my god.”
Gabriel looked up, a smug smile stretching across his face to hide the fact that he was just as scared as everyone else. “Not quite, Gigantore. But close.”
“Cas,” Dean’s voice drew Gabriel’s attention and his eyes narrowed at the look on the elder Winchester’s face. Something there made him want to hide his brother away and never let Dean touch him again, but then again he’d seen that same look mirrored in Castiel’s eyes when he looked at Dean.
“You know, he’s not as light as he looks.”
Dean didn’t need to be told twice as he jolted forward to take Castiel from Gabriel and move towards the beds at the other side of the room.
Gabriel smiled at the care Dean used with Castiel and was about to say something admittedly raunchy and inappropriate when two long arms crushed him against a strong chest. Crazy that the only thing he could think of was that Sam smelled like honey.
“You’re okay.” Sam’s voice shook, and instead of throwing out an insult like he would have done before he simply settled for squeezing back just as tight.
“Yeah Princess, I’m okay.” And he found that he meant it.