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Sam was kneeling down on the floor of the Elysian Fields motel, Gabriel lying in his lap. For some reason, the angel blade that Lucifer had used on him hadn’t killed him right off, and he was barely clinging to life.
“Gabriel, please, don’t…I don’t want you to…” Sam cried. Tears were streaming down his face, mingling with the blood on his shirt.
“ ‘s ok Sammy. My brothers gone, so you’ll be ok.” Gabriel reached out with a shaky hand to rub Sam’s cheek.
“I won’t be ok! I’ve lost too many people I care about; I don’t want to lose you too!”
“Sam, listen to me. You will be ok.” Gabriel said, wincing when a wave of pain went through his body. “There is one thing I want to say to you before…” he trailed off.
Sam’s eyes twinkled slightly. “What is it Gabriel?”
“I love you Sam. Always have, even though I might not have shown it.” Gabriel managed to use his last bit of remaining Grace to show Sam that he meant what he said. Feelings of love made their way through the temporary bond, making Sam cry even more.
“Gabe, I…” Sam threw all caution to the wind. He bent down, kissing Gabriel, trying to convey all the feelings he felt for the archangel. “I love you too.” He murmured.
When he came back up, Gabriel gave him a smile. “I knew it”. Then, like a light being turned out, the twinkle in Gabriel’s eyes was gone. Sam shook his body, hoping that he was just sleeping. “Gabe? Gabe! Please, don’t do this!”
He sat there for a while, just cradling Gabriel’s body to his, not wanting to believe he was gone. Dean had to drag him away when he wouldn’t leave Gabriel’s side. There were still a few of the Gods left, and if they didn’t have a chance at killing Lucifer, they would kill his vessel instead.
Castiel managed to get his body, taking it with them to the abandoned house that they had decided to settle in for the night. Dean and Cas built a platform in the backyard, setting Gabriel’s body on it. They set it on fire, giving him a ‘hunters funeral’.
Sam watched from an upstairs window, watching yet another person he loved go up in smoke. Next time he saw the Devil, he would kill him. Even if it meant killing himself in the process.