Mourn Me (is it too late for this opps)
They'd only gone to the park, had sat under the tree that Gabriel liked to think of as theirs. The demon hardly put up a fuss about it anymore and the complaining he did do was just for show.
There had been a sound, not exactly like wings, but close enough to be related and a heavy presence had fallen upon the two of them. Something had gripped them both and kept them in place and as Gabriel had been forced to watch Crowley's eyes lit up with a power far stronger than that of any angel.
The demon's lifeless body had slumped forward and Gabriel found that he could move again and he had caught him before Crowley could hit the ground. A part of him knew exactly what happened but the rest of him remained in denial as he shook the demon's shoulders, caressed his face, screamed his name.
It wasn't until a heavy hand, laden with raw power, landed on his shoulder did the archangel stop drying to bring the dead back to life. He had cradled Crowley to his chest protectively before looking up at the being he hadn't even realized he'd needed to fear.
His Father had stared back at him for a moment before disappearing again, leaving Gabriel alone with his shattered life.
The archangel sat on the edge of their cold bed in the dark, staring at nothing as he thought about what had happened for the millionth time. Feathers, long since plucked, were scattered about the room. He hadn't seen the light of day in a long time, nor had he spoke out loud.
Eventually he would curl up in the middle of their bed and close his eyes. Eventually his body would give out and die, just like the rest of him already had. Until then he would mourn in solitude, reliving memories over and over.
Time meant nothing to him anymore, life meant nothing to him. Not without Crowley to share it with him.
