#grace connection

[archangelgabriellives]

Bear

[part 1][part 2] PART 3 [part 4]

Word count- 1k

Warnings- dialogue, so much dialogue

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SAM!!!!

Sam gasped, taken aback at the voice shouting in his mind.

“Oh, shit! He’s alive!” he cried, twin looks of relief on Dean and Cas’ faces. “I can hear him. He just called out my name!”

Sam laughed, letting his body finally relax at the knowledge that Gabriel was alive.

“Well, don't get comfy,” Dean chided, though a smile was on his face, “see if that connection thing worked.”

“Can he hear you now, Sam?” Cas blurted out at almost the same time, the look of fear on the angel’s face unsettling Sam out of his revery a bit. But he didn't say a word, just sent his brother and the angel a reassuring smile as he closed his eyes again.

Gabriel?? Is that you?

Sam! Oh, thank my Dad! Where are you?! I need help!

The fear in Gabriel’s voice stung Sam throughout his whole being. He scrubbed his hands down his face, as he looked up at Dean.

“He says he needs help.”

“What?” Dean’s features scrunched up in confusion. “He’s an archangel. Archangels don't need help.”

“Sam did say he thought his grace was depleted,” Cas answered. “And we should help him if Gabriel needs it, grace or no.”

“I’m just worried about him being safe,” Sam muttered to himself, but caught the side glance from his brother.

Gabriel? We are back at the bunker. Where are you? We can come and get you.

Um, Gabriel sounded unsure in Sam’s mind, I don't really know. I've been hiding in this cave for a while.

A cave?

There’s so much fucked up shit out there, Sammy. I can't even summon my blade. I don't wanna die here again.

“Oh, shit.” Are you still in the alternate universe?

“Sam? What is it?” Castiel asked.

Yeah.

Fuck.

“Gabriel. He’s still over there.” Sam looked up, shock in his eyes and defeat sinking into his bones again. “He woke up in the apocalypse world.”

“Shit,” Dean repeated as he hopelessly fell into Sam’s desk chair.

While the brothers were at a loss, a look of determination fell upon Castiel. His hands clenched at his sides and his eyes glowed with grace. “We’re getting him out of there, Sam. You tell my brother that.”

He turned quickly, stalking out of the room with his coat billowing behind him. Sam and Dean only stared, caught off guard by the outburst.

“Um,” Dean started, “I better go with him before he goes nuclear. Keep me posted.”

“You too.”

Both brothers gave the other a lackluster wave as Dean left to follow Cas down the hallway.

Gabriel.

Yeah, Sam?

Looks like Castiel is going to go through every book in our library to get you home.

Sounds good, Sam a lam.

Hey, Sam said with determination, not liking the way Gabriel sounded like he was giving up, we won't stop until we find a way to get you back here. I won't stop. I need you back here, with me.

Sam could hear Gabriel’s small laugh through their shared connection, and for a few moments after that, they sat in silence.

Dean thinks we’re doing it, Sam thought suddenly, immediately feeling his face go a bit red.

Oh yeah? Sam could sense Gabriel’s tension melt a little. What’d you tell him?

To mind his own damn business.

Nice one, kiddo, Gabriel thought with a smile. That work?

Not really.

Ha! Gabriel barked a laugh, Typical Dean. But think of all the ways I can tease you like this in front of him.

Gabriel, this is serious. Sam was happy to hear a little bit of that familiar snark coming from the archangel. He pulled his legs up and pushed himself back so he was leaning against his headboard with a smile on his face. We need to find a way to recreate the portal spell without all the ingredients. Are you safe for now?

I think so. This cave isn't deep, but nothing wants to come in here. And I’ve got some big rocks to hide behind.

Sam frowned, knowing that any safety in that world was short lived at best. They had to get Gabriel out of there now.

The big question is how are you alive right now? We saw- Michael, he...he…

Stabbed me?

Yeah. Sam wrapped his arms around himself.

It’s ok, Sam. I’m ok now.

No, it won't be ok until you are back here and I can give you the grace inside me.

You- Why is there grace inside you? Who’s grace?

It...it’s yours. I think it’s what connected me to you.

Sam, I think it’s what woke me up. I was dead. A goner. “Death launched me into the Empty,” dead. Then I miraculously wake up after you let in a bit of my grace? Yeah, I’m thinking those things are connected

But why would your grace being in me bring you back? N-not that I’m complaining, or anything.

I've got no idea, kiddo.  We can figure it out if I make it back there.

When, Gabriel. Not “if”.

Ok, Sam.

And Sam frowned at the tight laughter echoing in his head.

So, I’ve traded and stored bits of my grace all over the place, Gabriel changed subjects quickly. Where did you find your stash?

In town, surprisingly. There is, well was a thrift shop, and the owner was going around killing hunters so he could steal...whatever he wanted, I guess. Whatever he thought he could sell.

Wow, what a dick.

I know. We took care of it, but we found this old ratty teddy bear in his hidden room, and that had the vile hidden inside it.

There was a moment of silence in Sam’s head, and his anxiety started ratcheting up again.

Gabriel?

No…

His voice shook, fear lacing his voice.

Gabriel, please. What is it?

It was hers. No, please. Not her, Gabriel whispered, and Sam could hear the tears falling.

Who’s? Tell me, Gabriel.

It was Hel’s. It was my daughter’s bear.

~~

Bear

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Bear

Part 2

[Part 1][Part 3][Part 4]

Words-1350

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Somewhere far away, Sam heard screaming.

He tried to follow the sound, help whoever was in pain, but he just kept circling. It lead nowhere. And everywhere. It lead straight to himself. Those were his own screams, echoing inside him mind as wave after wave of Castiel grace battered him. It hurt, so badly. He tried to call out, to beg Cas to stop, but all that came out were the screams.

Could Dean hear them? Surely if he could he would stop this. Maybe he was right and Sam had died.

Was this hell? A different kind of hell? A hell where everything was black as midnight and the silence was louder than anything on Earth?

Soon, the pain ebbed, the blackness pulled away to reveal a terrified looking Dean, Castiel standing next him as he pulled his hand away from Sam, his features slightly shifted into his “concerned” face. Sam groaned, and closed his eyes again as the bright artificial light of his room hit him fully.

“Hey, now,” Dean fretted as Sam fell back into his pillow, “are you passing out again?”

“No, Dean, just don't wanna see your face right now.”

If Sam had the energy to look up, he would have seen the relief flood his brother’s face as Cas placed a comforting hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“Please don't get all gooey when I’m in the room,” Sam croaked out, knowing what they were doing. Dean laughed heartily, slapping a hand on Sam’s leg and covertly rubbing a tear out of his eye.

“That’s the best time.”

Sam smiled at that.

“How do you feel, Sam?” Cas asked, his hand still squeezing Dean’s shoulder in reassurance.

“Like I was passed through a sieve.”

Cas hummed, then said, “Yes, that would be an accurate description of the process you just went through.”

“Thanks,” Sam muttered as he tried to sit up, Dean quick to lend a hand to help. “Did it work?”

“I think the only one who can tell us that is you, Sam.”

With his body finally upright, and the pain he felt before finally fading away far enough to be ignored, Sam listened.

“I - I don't hear anything.” A pang of fear clenched at Sam. If he was right, and Gabriel had no grace left, he was in danger. There were things in the alternate universe that wouldn't hesitate to attack anything that they came across.

“Maybe he’s just laying low,” Dean said hopefully.

Sam wasn't so sure. He looked to Castiel. There was something in his eyes, an unease there that Sam was well familiar with. Not knowing the fate of a brother, of family, weighed heavily in the angel.

“Let me try to communicate with him, Cas,” Sam said, trying to reassure not only himself that Gabriel was ok, “I’m sure he’s fine.”

He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and Sam sought out the archangel in his mind and called out to him.

~~

Hidden in the deep darkness of a sheltering cave, Gabriel sat silent. He didn't dare breath, hoping that whatever was following him moved past and left him alone. The mangled choked off barking and snarling drew closer, and Gabriel sank even further behind the pile of rocks he was hiding behind.

He watched as a large werewolf like creature wandered into view at the mouth of the cave, sniffing loudly. It was obviously following a scent, and Gabriel hoped with every bit of himself that it wasn't his.

Suddenly, the werewolf stood stock still, eyes reflecting into the cave. Gabriel’s heart stopped. But then just as suddenly, the wolf ran off, howling into the approaching night. Gabriel’s whole body seemed to deflate in relief, and he leaned back against the cool rock wall as he scrubbed a hand over his face.

He hated this place. Everywhere he turned, it seemed like some monster was trying to kill him. No creature was recognizable, always an almost version of something back from his home universe. Gabriel had managed to stay hidden, avoiding being out in the open and in full view of everything dangerous.

The angels seemed to be gone, which was the one positive Gabriel could see. Where did they go, though? Last he remembered, Michael was still alive and kicking and the plan was to trap him here. Did they all, Michael and his minions, manage to cross into the portal? Not like he’d ever get the chance to find out.

He was probably going to die here, and soon.

Maybe he should just let a creature take him. What was the point of staying alive? His grace was gone. He was incredibly alone in a desolate apocalyptic wasteland. There was no one left to help him.

His stomach decided this was a good time to remind him it was empty, growling loudly in his ear.

“Oh, shut up,” Gabriel grumbled as he rubbed his stomach, trying to ignore the hunger pains. But when those faded, pain flared up somewhere else in his body. The pain and his fears mingled, doing their best to destroy the taut thread of his sanity. He curled into himself, his knees coming up to his chest as he fisted his hair in frustration. His body convulsed as Gabriel tried to reign in his terrified emotions.

When the tremors finally passed, he was so exhausted that Gabriel leaned back against the cool rock and fell into a fitful sleep.

*

He woke up in pain. Gabriel wasn't sure how long he’s slept. The light outside the cave hasn't changed much, but the difference between night and day here isn't that much. He could have been out a minute or a few hours.

It doesn't matter, though, because the pain in his head is roiling and he thinks this will be the thing that kills him. Gabriel lurches forward, falling on his hands and knees as the waves of pain slowly  become worse and worse. The angel knows that if he screams, the things that are roaming in the woods will find him, and at this moment he might take that quick death over the sledgehammer demolishing his brain.

But Gabriel bites his lip, keeps quiet as the taste of blood floods his mouth and he passes out again.

It’s a momentary respite from the agony.

*

Gabriel wakes up in a much less comfortable position. He fell forward onto his arm when he passed out, and his cheek ached from where it scraped across the gravelly ground. He wipes a hand over his face as he sits up, scrubbing the dried blood from his skin.

The headache (or whatever the hell that was) seems to have passed. Maybe the stress of being stuck had finally caught up with him, and his body had compensated, decided that he needed a break from it all. It was possible, he supposed. The human body was capable of many things, and didn't that thought hurt a little more now that he was as close to human as he had ever been.

Gabriel!!

The sound of someone yelling his name pulled him out of his self-deprecating thoughts with a gasp. He didn't really hear that, did he? There couldn't possibly be anyone left here.

Hello? Are you there?

Gabriel scrambled noisily to his feet, practically scaling the rock pile to get around it. He skid to a stop at the mouth of the cave, still cautious in his rising hope, and scanned the trees. There was no movement, no stirring in the forest. Only silence. Gabriel held his breath, debating whether it was wise to call out himself.

Gabriel?

He whipped around, his name seemingly being called from behind him, echoing off the walls of the cave.

Can you hear me?

It was a whisper, and Gabriel realized with a shock that the voice was in his mind. The world reeled, spun around him as his hands pulled roughly at his hair. He was panicking again, Gabriel knew it, but even through the sinking feeling in himself, he realized he knew that voice. Gabriel could never forget it.

SAM!!!!

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