Trickster Problems Chap 2
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candylovingangelTitle: Trickster Problems
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candylovinangel
Rating:PG or PG 13 at best
Genre and/or Pairing: Sam/Gabriel Dean/Gabriel possible Dean/Cas(Any one if you like to read between the lines)
Spoilers: Seen season 5? Then you're good
Warnings:I like writing cooky stuff sometimes
Word Count: 3,927
Notes: Comments are love! And uh, if someone could tell me how to link back to my journal without just having the link show (Kinda like having the lj cut with the way it has 'read more') that would be great.
Summary:It seems that even with no idea of who he is Gabriel can still be a major pain in the ass. Not to mention the Winchester Brothers always seem to have something following them...
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Gabriel came out of the shower half an hour later, toweling his hair dry and in the clothes Dean had lent him when he noticed that Sam was gone, He saw Dean on the bed lounging and staring at the TV on the dresser by Gabriel.
“Hey those fit you pretty well,” Dean commented as he unglued his eyes from the show on and looked Gabriel over.
Gabriel just shrugged and went over to his bed, “Thanks for the clothes by the way,” He said as he picked up his jacket and smoothed it out before he frowned and looked at it oddly.
“What is it?” Dean asked, he’d noticed Gabriel’s confusion as Gabriel put his hand into the coat and pulled out a bright silver looking sword. It was about as long as Gabriel’s arm and it had a gold hilt with wings carved on the side. The sword had a semi transparent almost crystal looking sheath around the blade, which is how he saw the color of the blade. The material felt like leather, but it sure didn’t look like it. It looked like ice around it.
“Damn!” Dean whistled as he came over and looked at it as Gabriel felt the sword in his hands, it fit his hand perfectly, it had been made for him…
“Can I hold it?” Dean asked after a moment, in which Gabriel looked up to the taller man and contemplated the request for a moment.
“I promise, I’m not going to stab you with it,” Dean said, looking sincere about that so Gabriel reluctantly let Dean hold the sword as he held it, looking at every detail before handing it back.
“I’d ask you where you got it, but I know you don’t know,” Dean said as he went back to his bed, “but be sure to keep a close eye on it, would be a shame to lose it, it could come in handy with what me and my brother do.”
Gabriel looked the sword over again and put it back in his jacket once more before putting that under the bed as Dean went back to watching TV.
Half an hour went by in which Gabriel watched the TV with Dean frowning at Dean’s interest in the show on it.
“And why do you like Dr. Sexy MD?” He said with a raised brow looking to Dean who just hushed him since the show was still on. Gabriel rolled his eyes and started deliberately making the bed squeak with every move he made, which earned him a look of annoyance from Dean. He only returned the look with a innocent look of his own. This went on for a bit even through the commercials, and by the time Sam arrived from wherever he had been, the two were on the ground, Gabriel laughing his ass off while avoiding punches from Dean, who was cursing at him for the incessant annoyances of a creaky bed.
“Dean! Grow up!” Sam said impatiently as he pulled his older brother off of Gabriel, who was gasping for breath now, tears in his eyes from the laughing.
“And you, behave!” Sam said sternly. Gabriel went over to his bed and sat on it, getting a creak from it, which caused Dean to look over and muter something before pulling out a block of wood and a knife and start whittling the end into a sharp point.
Yet Gabriel didn’t pay attention to that even as Sam put a bag on Gabriel’s bed.
“These are for you, some jeans and other clothes, I’ll take you out to get some coats later,” Sam said as he ran his hand through his long hair, an air of stress about him as he looked over to his older yet shorter brother, his face then hardening.
“Dean, come on!” He growled as he went over to his brother and Gabriel glanced over and saw Dean holding a roughly carved stake, and he’d only been working on it for a minute!
He watched Sam go over to Dean and try and tug the item from his brother, who snarled out curses at his brother as they ended up in a silent tug of war.
Gabriel watched for a moment when-
“I know what you and your brother do,” He said from a seat in what looked like a theatre, or could be an auditorium. He was looking at Dean who had just turned around to look at him, two beautiful girls on a bed behind him.
“I’ve been around a while, run into your kind before,” Gabriel said as Dean seemed to reluctantly respond.
“Well then you know I can’t just let you keep hurting people,” He said, looking like he sincerely meant it. Gabriel just rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on! Those people got what was coming to them! Hoisted on their own patards,” He said trying to talk to Dean, he really did like the Oldest Winchester, he had this air about him that he just…enjoyed.
“But you and Sam, I like you! I do.” He said as Dean listened, looking back at the girls again and then to him once more, “so treat yourself, as long as you want. Just…long enough for me to move on to the next town,” He said, he thought he was doing a great job tempting Dean, and Dean really did look torn even as he shook his head with a smile.
“Yeah…I don’t think I can let you do that,” Dean said as Gabriel pulled out a candybar and started unwrapping it.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Gabriel said sincerely, he meant every word, “And you know that I can,” he said as he finished unwrapping the candy and took a bite of it and started chewing.
“Look man, I gotta tell you,I dig your style. Alright I mean, heh, I mean…and the uh slow dancing alien,” Gabriel started laughing, as did Dean.
“One of my personal favorites,” Gabriel added even as Dean said..
“Yeah, but uh…I can’t let you go…” He said almost sounding like he wished he had another option.
“Too bad, like I said, I like you...Sam was right, you shouldn’t have come alone,” He said, getting serious even as he saw Dean sigh and agree with him.
“Well, I agree with you there,” and a door opened, which made Gabriel look back over his shoulder. He saw Sam and another man come in with stakes before he looked back to Dean.
“That fight you guys had outside, that was a trick?” He asked even as Dean smiled and shrugged.
“Not bad,” Gabriel said, nodding his head, impressed, even as Dean pulled a stake of his own out from under the jacket he wore.
“You want to see a real trick?” He asked as he waved his candy bar to the side…
“Damn it Dean! Give me the stake!” Sam’s voice growled from out of nowhere before Gabriel heard a thump on the ground, but he was too distracted, his hands holding fistfuls of his hair and he was staring at the bed closing his eyes.…
Dean came at him with the stake and tried to get close enough to stab him with it when the brunette girl came from behind and grabbed Dean’s hand. She then started beating the crap out of him while Sam had to deal with a guy with a chainsaw, Gabriel laughed at this, watching from his seat…
Gabriel munched on his candy bar as Dean was used as a punching bag by the girls, clapping and wincing sympathetically in amusement…
“Nice toss ladies! Nice show!”
That is it was, until Sam tossed a stake to Dean,
“Dean…Dean, Dean, Dean, I did not want to have to do this but—“ Dean caught the stake, got up and stabbed Gabriel through the heart with it.
“Me neither,” Dean grunted out.
“The hell is wrong with Gabriel?” Came Dean’s voice as Gabriel shudders, opening his eyes and looking to the boys, yelping when he saw the stake still in Dean’s hands. Gabriel grabbed his coat from under the bed and got up, backing up to the wall. He felt his heart start beating faster in fear. The boys noticed the fear on Gabriel’s face and Sam glanced to Dean who was still holding the stake. Sam looked from Gabriel to the stake and to Gabriel again who was edging towards the door…
“Gabriel, you saw something didn’t you?” Sam asked as he blocked the door, Gabriel’s eyes wide in both shock and anger.
“He freaking stabbed me through the heart!” Gabriel snarled, pointing at Dean, who didn’t deny it, and that made Gabriel even angrier.
“Look…Gabriel, calm down…Obviously you’re still alive, you’re not hurt, now are you?” Sam said rationally as Gabriel looked to Sam then realized he was right.
“But…how did I survive?” Gabriel whispered and Dean shrugged as he tossed the stake aside, Gabriel flinching.
“We’re guessing that the…you he stabbed was a fake,” Sam said as he put a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder and gently steered the flustered man to the bed again.
“But how? How was it a fake? I…” Gabriel shook his head and watched as Dean put the stake in the fireplace with the scrapings and burned them. Dean must have realized it wasn’t a good idea to make it in the first place.
“I don’t know..” Sam started to say but Gabriel interrupted.
“I know you know, you were helping him and the way he was talking…I was behind some wacky deaths and happenings…I need to know--“
But Gabriel didn’t finish the sentence as someone pressed two fingers to his shoulder. Gabriel spun around to see who it was, but an overwhelming desire for sleep caused him to fall back into the soft darkness of sleep…
“Thanks Cass,” Sam muttered as the angel sat down on the bed. He looked to Gabriel, who was out like a light, head turned to the side on the pillow his head was against, hair askew and still drying from the shower…
“So he remembered something because of the stake?” Castiel asked after nodding to the boys.
Sam nodded, “And then he freaked out, he saw when we first met him and Dean stabbed his duplicate with the stake.” Castiel looked back to Gabriel and actually felt sorry for him, even after what he’d done to him just recently…Just out of curiosity, Castiel tried to poke around in Gabriel’s head, but found he couldn’t…
“Well, when he wakes you better hope you have a explanation that will satisfy his questions…” Castiel said before he vanished again.
Dean and Sam glanced at each other for a moment before Sam got up and went over to Dean and kicked him, Dean yelping.
“What is wrong with you Dean?!” Sam snarled and Dean flinched.
“Uh…he kept interrupting Dr. Sexy with that squeaky bed!” He said pathetically, quailing under Sam’s gaze, even as Sam rolled his eyes.
“So you decide to freaking sharpen a piece of wood into a stake? Yeah…really clever, Dean…” Sam put his hands on his hips and looked at Dean sternly now. Dean looked away now, actually ashamed.
Four hours passed in which Sam was sitting against the door, books and his computer surrounding him as he looked up as much as he could on amnesia and tricksters and how to help with the memory loss. Even as Gabriel stirred Sam cursed loudly, which got Dean to look at him with a raised brow from his own pile of books.
Dean watched as Sam threw a book at the wall and put his head in his hands.
“How the hell are we supposed to help him, Dean?” He said through his hands, his voice muffled a bit…
-
Gabriel slowly regained consciousness and could hear his surroundings clearly now which included hearing something hit the wall with a thud and drop.
“How the hell are we supposed to help him, Dean?” Sam asked, his voice muffled as something dropped from over by Dean’s bed onto the floor.
“I don’t know…but it doesn’t help that he’s about ready to bolt cause of me…Ugh, I really was being stupid…still, we’ll find a way…We always find a way with this stuff don’t we?” Dean asked with a bit of doubt in his voice.
“Yeah...after trial and error, but we can’t afford that with him, Dean! He has a mind of his own and if he wants to leave, do you really think we could stop him?” Sam said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
“That and how do we know, even if he does get all of his memories back ,that he won’t turn on us and..”
“Sam…you’re the one that told me to have faith in him. He’s not all that bad, you know that. Didn’t he drill it into your head that the bad guys would try to use me against you?” Dean said pointedly, “and Sam…he was right…look at how our lives are! The angels are trying to get me to say yes to fight Lucifer, when Lucifer and his demons are saying that you’re gonna say yes and that we’re gonna kill each other,” Dean said with a sigh, another object being dropped onto the floor.
“I would never have said this about him before, but seeing him like this…I don’t know it makes me wish we’d given him a break the first time…y’know? We were a bit hard on him…” Dean muttered.
“Dean, he killed two people, and who knows how many before that!” Sam said, seeming surprised at what Dean said.
“I know, but he even said it himself that they deserved it…and well…I think he was right…and Sam…it’s our fault he got hurt in that explosion back at the mill, that he lost his-“ Dean started to say.
“No. That’s not our fault; it’s his and Lucifer’s. It’s because of him that we were there, and if he hadn’t had us trapped we wouldn’t have been there when Lucifer found us,” Sam said firmly.
Gabriel listened to this quietly, not quite sure what to think even as he shifted into a different position, the boys falling silent as he did. Gabriel hugged a pillow to him and then went still for while, very much awake, even as he heard the turn of pages and the typing of keyboard keys. Gabriel thought for a while in the silence about earlier and he inwardly winced, he shouldn’t have overreacted like that, and it was clear they were trying to hide something from him until they thought he was ready…but should he drill them with questions until they answered him, or should he just let it drop?
“Ugh…all I’m finding is that amnesia is very rare, and that it’s even rarer that the person with it gains back their memory…” Dean growled from his bed, an object hitting the floor heavily. Gabriel decided enough was enough and yawned, stretched his arms and legs and opened his eyes. He rubbed the sleep out of them and looked to the boys, both surrounded by books and in Sam’s case, he had a laptop at hand too. Gabriel also noticed that Sam was blocking the door. Sam looked up to Gabriel as he sat up.
“Sleep well?” Sam asked and Gabriel shrugged, looking to both boys now differently after what he’d heard them saying. So they really hadn’t planned on killing him?
“You guys aren’t going to stab me with a stake are you?” Gabriel asked, his voice betraying just how tired he had been.
“No, we’re not…and I’m sorry about that Gabriel…I shouldn’t have lost my temper…” Dean muttered but Gabriel waved off the apology.
“Hey, at least it helped me remember something, now if only it hadn’t been the part where you stabbed me,” He said with a faint smile.
“Look about that…” Sam started to say now but again Gabriel waved it off.
“Forget it. I know you guys are keeping something from me, but it’s obviously for a reason…so when you want to tell me, you’ll tell me, even if I am a monster…” He said the last part with a sigh, which got him looks from both men.
“You’re not a monster,” Sam said, seeming to try hard to make his words sound convincing.
“What would you call me then? I killed several people!” Gabriel said, he saw Dean throw another book onto the ground and then look to him.
“Quite possibly more than several, but we’ve killed people too…Demon possessed people that we had no choice but to kill…People that were infected with a weird demonic virus…” Dean said as he then started to count on his fingers before he gave up.
“Too many people,” Sam added, glancing hopelessly at his books before he opened a random one.
“Yeah…but you weren’t killing them for you own amusement, you were forced to…” Gabriel pointed out before snatching the bag of clothes from the end of the bed and going through it.
“True…” Dean muttered before he rubbed his forehead, “Ugh…I need either a whiskey, coffee or Soda…” Dean muttered. Sam stood and stretched his cramped legs and arms.
“I’ll take care of that…Gabriel want those coats now?” He asked Gabriel seeing as he was already looking at the clothes in the bag.
“Sure,” Gabriel said after hesitating for a moment. He started to reach for his own when Sam handed him one of his.
“Here, you don’t want to go out there with a blood stained jacket,” Sam said and Gabriel nodded, and as Sam went over to talk to Dean, Gabriel slipped the sword into the jacket he was now wearing. Dean had said it might come in handy…
“Alright, I’m ready,” Gabriel said after he pulled on his shoes.
“Okay, let’s go,” Sam said as he led the way out. The two went down to the impala, and Gabriel sat in the passenger seat. The music came on as Sam started the car. Sam muttered and turned it off.
“I hate Dean’s music…” He muttered as he pulled out of his spot, looking over his shoulder before he merged into traffic.
Sam was quiet, occasionally glancing to Gabriel, who was looking out the window, eyes skimming over the crowd. Sam then drove up to a coat factory and turned off the engine. The two hadn’t said a word the whole ride even as Gabriel got out and closed the door to the impala carefully, remembering what Dean had said about it.
Sam led the way inside and the two men went over to the proper section and Gabriel picked out a few coats he liked and went to try them on…
He’s so quiet right now…What am I supposed to say to help him? Gabriel heard Sam’s voice and paused looking back to Sam, who was sitting on a bench, watching Gabriel quietly. Yet it wasn’t just Sam’s voice he heard now, he heard the voice of the cashier behind him and of other customers nearby… Gabriel swallowed and tried to ignore it as he tried on the coats, all of them fit, he was happy with that so he handed them to Sam before putting on the one Sam had leant him. Sam was at the register with him when Gabriel was still looking around, still hearing all these voices…
Let’s see…which one should I use now? I only have two on me with IDs to match… He heard Sam again and Gabriel watched as the younger Winchester brother pulled out a card and handed it to the cashier with a smile. She returned the smile and swiped it through her machine, which beeped, saying that the card was approved. They carried the bags to the impala and put them in the back seat. Gabriel frowned as he looked around again. Something didn’t feel right, like they were being followed.
He got into the passenger seat as Sam got into the driver’s seat, and Gabriel immediately locked the car using the button on his side and let out a sigh as he looked around.
“What is it?” Sam asked, looking to Gabriel as he took in a breath.
“I don’t know how to describe it…but I think someone’s out there, getting ready to follow us…” Gabriel muttered. Sam blinked, looking alarmed and he looked in his rearview mirror.
“You sure about that?” He asked.
“Not really,” He said as he rubbed his shoulders, this feeling seriously creeping him out.
“Well, let’s test this out…” Sam muttered as he started the car and pulled out, leaving the parking lot of the store, glancing in his mirror and keeping an eye on the cars around his. They were halfway back to the hotel when Sam smirked and went a different route.
I see you following you son of a bitch, Gabriel heard even as he glanced into a side-mirror and barely saw the car behind then, and it’s driver and passenger. He saw something weird then. He saw their faces, sure, but he also saw uglier faces under them, with black eyes. Gabriel recoiled horribly when he saw this and that earned him a glance from Sam.
“I’m guessing we don’t want them following us, hm?” Sam said aloud and Gabriel nodded, swallowing hard.
Sam turned sharply as Gabriel held onto the door for dear life, the impala’s wheels skidding as the car was forced into a sharp right angle, Sam went right through a red light in order to make that turn, which forced the car behind them to have to weave through other cars in order to follow…Unfortunately Sam had gone down a street that was a dead end, they were forced to make a sharp u turn which almost rolled the impala over as Sam barely managed it, gunning it as the car behind them gained a few feet… Gabriel held onto the arm rest and the door still, his knuckles white as he desperately tried to hold on.
“You know if you crash this car, Dean will kill you faster than those things in there,” Gabriel said, his voice strained as he tried to crack a joke, which actually got a faint smile from Sam.
“I know…it just sucks I went down a bad street. We’ll lose ‘em you’ll see—Oh crap the police…” Sam growled as sirens were heard in the background. Sam gunned it even more, barreling through traffic and desperately trying to find a way to lose the car behind them, which was a Ford Focus, silver colored and tinier than the impala, so it could squeeze into the gaps a whole lot easier than the impala…
“Look out!” Gabriel yelled as a police car suddenly swung out in front of them and Sam had to press hard on the brakes, Gabriel bracing himself, glad that he did as the tires squealed and Gabriel would have been flung into the dashboard if not for what he just did. Gabriel’s heart was pounding into his chest hard as he saw the focus stop. He looked up to the policemen and saw the same thing he saw with the men behind them.
“Gun it Sam! They’re one of those things!” Gabriel yelped as even Sam saw the black eyes of the demons.
“I can’t…” Sam growled, looking back and then to the front, “They have us surrounded..” And Sam was right, there were cars blocking them and more of those men getting out of the cars…
Author:
candylovinangel Rating:PG or PG 13 at best
Genre and/or Pairing: Sam/Gabriel Dean/Gabriel possible Dean/Cas(Any one if you like to read between the lines)
Spoilers: Seen season 5? Then you're good
Warnings:I like writing cooky stuff sometimes
Word Count: 3,927
Notes: Comments are love! And uh, if someone could tell me how to link back to my journal without just having the link show (Kinda like having the lj cut with the way it has 'read more') that would be great.
Summary:It seems that even with no idea of who he is Gabriel can still be a major pain in the ass. Not to mention the Winchester Brothers always seem to have something following them...
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Gabriel came out of the shower half an hour later, toweling his hair dry and in the clothes Dean had lent him when he noticed that Sam was gone, He saw Dean on the bed lounging and staring at the TV on the dresser by Gabriel.
“Hey those fit you pretty well,” Dean commented as he unglued his eyes from the show on and looked Gabriel over.
Gabriel just shrugged and went over to his bed, “Thanks for the clothes by the way,” He said as he picked up his jacket and smoothed it out before he frowned and looked at it oddly.
“What is it?” Dean asked, he’d noticed Gabriel’s confusion as Gabriel put his hand into the coat and pulled out a bright silver looking sword. It was about as long as Gabriel’s arm and it had a gold hilt with wings carved on the side. The sword had a semi transparent almost crystal looking sheath around the blade, which is how he saw the color of the blade. The material felt like leather, but it sure didn’t look like it. It looked like ice around it.
“Damn!” Dean whistled as he came over and looked at it as Gabriel felt the sword in his hands, it fit his hand perfectly, it had been made for him…
“Can I hold it?” Dean asked after a moment, in which Gabriel looked up to the taller man and contemplated the request for a moment.
“I promise, I’m not going to stab you with it,” Dean said, looking sincere about that so Gabriel reluctantly let Dean hold the sword as he held it, looking at every detail before handing it back.
“I’d ask you where you got it, but I know you don’t know,” Dean said as he went back to his bed, “but be sure to keep a close eye on it, would be a shame to lose it, it could come in handy with what me and my brother do.”
Gabriel looked the sword over again and put it back in his jacket once more before putting that under the bed as Dean went back to watching TV.
Half an hour went by in which Gabriel watched the TV with Dean frowning at Dean’s interest in the show on it.
“And why do you like Dr. Sexy MD?” He said with a raised brow looking to Dean who just hushed him since the show was still on. Gabriel rolled his eyes and started deliberately making the bed squeak with every move he made, which earned him a look of annoyance from Dean. He only returned the look with a innocent look of his own. This went on for a bit even through the commercials, and by the time Sam arrived from wherever he had been, the two were on the ground, Gabriel laughing his ass off while avoiding punches from Dean, who was cursing at him for the incessant annoyances of a creaky bed.
“Dean! Grow up!” Sam said impatiently as he pulled his older brother off of Gabriel, who was gasping for breath now, tears in his eyes from the laughing.
“And you, behave!” Sam said sternly. Gabriel went over to his bed and sat on it, getting a creak from it, which caused Dean to look over and muter something before pulling out a block of wood and a knife and start whittling the end into a sharp point.
Yet Gabriel didn’t pay attention to that even as Sam put a bag on Gabriel’s bed.
“These are for you, some jeans and other clothes, I’ll take you out to get some coats later,” Sam said as he ran his hand through his long hair, an air of stress about him as he looked over to his older yet shorter brother, his face then hardening.
“Dean, come on!” He growled as he went over to his brother and Gabriel glanced over and saw Dean holding a roughly carved stake, and he’d only been working on it for a minute!
He watched Sam go over to Dean and try and tug the item from his brother, who snarled out curses at his brother as they ended up in a silent tug of war.
Gabriel watched for a moment when-
“I know what you and your brother do,” He said from a seat in what looked like a theatre, or could be an auditorium. He was looking at Dean who had just turned around to look at him, two beautiful girls on a bed behind him.
“I’ve been around a while, run into your kind before,” Gabriel said as Dean seemed to reluctantly respond.
“Well then you know I can’t just let you keep hurting people,” He said, looking like he sincerely meant it. Gabriel just rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on! Those people got what was coming to them! Hoisted on their own patards,” He said trying to talk to Dean, he really did like the Oldest Winchester, he had this air about him that he just…enjoyed.
“But you and Sam, I like you! I do.” He said as Dean listened, looking back at the girls again and then to him once more, “so treat yourself, as long as you want. Just…long enough for me to move on to the next town,” He said, he thought he was doing a great job tempting Dean, and Dean really did look torn even as he shook his head with a smile.
“Yeah…I don’t think I can let you do that,” Dean said as Gabriel pulled out a candybar and started unwrapping it.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Gabriel said sincerely, he meant every word, “And you know that I can,” he said as he finished unwrapping the candy and took a bite of it and started chewing.
“Look man, I gotta tell you,I dig your style. Alright I mean, heh, I mean…and the uh slow dancing alien,” Gabriel started laughing, as did Dean.
“One of my personal favorites,” Gabriel added even as Dean said..
“Yeah, but uh…I can’t let you go…” He said almost sounding like he wished he had another option.
“Too bad, like I said, I like you...Sam was right, you shouldn’t have come alone,” He said, getting serious even as he saw Dean sigh and agree with him.
“Well, I agree with you there,” and a door opened, which made Gabriel look back over his shoulder. He saw Sam and another man come in with stakes before he looked back to Dean.
“That fight you guys had outside, that was a trick?” He asked even as Dean smiled and shrugged.
“Not bad,” Gabriel said, nodding his head, impressed, even as Dean pulled a stake of his own out from under the jacket he wore.
“You want to see a real trick?” He asked as he waved his candy bar to the side…
“Damn it Dean! Give me the stake!” Sam’s voice growled from out of nowhere before Gabriel heard a thump on the ground, but he was too distracted, his hands holding fistfuls of his hair and he was staring at the bed closing his eyes.…
Dean came at him with the stake and tried to get close enough to stab him with it when the brunette girl came from behind and grabbed Dean’s hand. She then started beating the crap out of him while Sam had to deal with a guy with a chainsaw, Gabriel laughed at this, watching from his seat…
Gabriel munched on his candy bar as Dean was used as a punching bag by the girls, clapping and wincing sympathetically in amusement…
“Nice toss ladies! Nice show!”
That is it was, until Sam tossed a stake to Dean,
“Dean…Dean, Dean, Dean, I did not want to have to do this but—“ Dean caught the stake, got up and stabbed Gabriel through the heart with it.
“Me neither,” Dean grunted out.
“The hell is wrong with Gabriel?” Came Dean’s voice as Gabriel shudders, opening his eyes and looking to the boys, yelping when he saw the stake still in Dean’s hands. Gabriel grabbed his coat from under the bed and got up, backing up to the wall. He felt his heart start beating faster in fear. The boys noticed the fear on Gabriel’s face and Sam glanced to Dean who was still holding the stake. Sam looked from Gabriel to the stake and to Gabriel again who was edging towards the door…
“Gabriel, you saw something didn’t you?” Sam asked as he blocked the door, Gabriel’s eyes wide in both shock and anger.
“He freaking stabbed me through the heart!” Gabriel snarled, pointing at Dean, who didn’t deny it, and that made Gabriel even angrier.
“Look…Gabriel, calm down…Obviously you’re still alive, you’re not hurt, now are you?” Sam said rationally as Gabriel looked to Sam then realized he was right.
“But…how did I survive?” Gabriel whispered and Dean shrugged as he tossed the stake aside, Gabriel flinching.
“We’re guessing that the…you he stabbed was a fake,” Sam said as he put a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder and gently steered the flustered man to the bed again.
“But how? How was it a fake? I…” Gabriel shook his head and watched as Dean put the stake in the fireplace with the scrapings and burned them. Dean must have realized it wasn’t a good idea to make it in the first place.
“I don’t know..” Sam started to say but Gabriel interrupted.
“I know you know, you were helping him and the way he was talking…I was behind some wacky deaths and happenings…I need to know--“
But Gabriel didn’t finish the sentence as someone pressed two fingers to his shoulder. Gabriel spun around to see who it was, but an overwhelming desire for sleep caused him to fall back into the soft darkness of sleep…
“Thanks Cass,” Sam muttered as the angel sat down on the bed. He looked to Gabriel, who was out like a light, head turned to the side on the pillow his head was against, hair askew and still drying from the shower…
“So he remembered something because of the stake?” Castiel asked after nodding to the boys.
Sam nodded, “And then he freaked out, he saw when we first met him and Dean stabbed his duplicate with the stake.” Castiel looked back to Gabriel and actually felt sorry for him, even after what he’d done to him just recently…Just out of curiosity, Castiel tried to poke around in Gabriel’s head, but found he couldn’t…
“Well, when he wakes you better hope you have a explanation that will satisfy his questions…” Castiel said before he vanished again.
Dean and Sam glanced at each other for a moment before Sam got up and went over to Dean and kicked him, Dean yelping.
“What is wrong with you Dean?!” Sam snarled and Dean flinched.
“Uh…he kept interrupting Dr. Sexy with that squeaky bed!” He said pathetically, quailing under Sam’s gaze, even as Sam rolled his eyes.
“So you decide to freaking sharpen a piece of wood into a stake? Yeah…really clever, Dean…” Sam put his hands on his hips and looked at Dean sternly now. Dean looked away now, actually ashamed.
Four hours passed in which Sam was sitting against the door, books and his computer surrounding him as he looked up as much as he could on amnesia and tricksters and how to help with the memory loss. Even as Gabriel stirred Sam cursed loudly, which got Dean to look at him with a raised brow from his own pile of books.
Dean watched as Sam threw a book at the wall and put his head in his hands.
“How the hell are we supposed to help him, Dean?” He said through his hands, his voice muffled a bit…
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Gabriel slowly regained consciousness and could hear his surroundings clearly now which included hearing something hit the wall with a thud and drop.
“How the hell are we supposed to help him, Dean?” Sam asked, his voice muffled as something dropped from over by Dean’s bed onto the floor.
“I don’t know…but it doesn’t help that he’s about ready to bolt cause of me…Ugh, I really was being stupid…still, we’ll find a way…We always find a way with this stuff don’t we?” Dean asked with a bit of doubt in his voice.
“Yeah...after trial and error, but we can’t afford that with him, Dean! He has a mind of his own and if he wants to leave, do you really think we could stop him?” Sam said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
“That and how do we know, even if he does get all of his memories back ,that he won’t turn on us and..”
“Sam…you’re the one that told me to have faith in him. He’s not all that bad, you know that. Didn’t he drill it into your head that the bad guys would try to use me against you?” Dean said pointedly, “and Sam…he was right…look at how our lives are! The angels are trying to get me to say yes to fight Lucifer, when Lucifer and his demons are saying that you’re gonna say yes and that we’re gonna kill each other,” Dean said with a sigh, another object being dropped onto the floor.
“I would never have said this about him before, but seeing him like this…I don’t know it makes me wish we’d given him a break the first time…y’know? We were a bit hard on him…” Dean muttered.
“Dean, he killed two people, and who knows how many before that!” Sam said, seeming surprised at what Dean said.
“I know, but he even said it himself that they deserved it…and well…I think he was right…and Sam…it’s our fault he got hurt in that explosion back at the mill, that he lost his-“ Dean started to say.
“No. That’s not our fault; it’s his and Lucifer’s. It’s because of him that we were there, and if he hadn’t had us trapped we wouldn’t have been there when Lucifer found us,” Sam said firmly.
Gabriel listened to this quietly, not quite sure what to think even as he shifted into a different position, the boys falling silent as he did. Gabriel hugged a pillow to him and then went still for while, very much awake, even as he heard the turn of pages and the typing of keyboard keys. Gabriel thought for a while in the silence about earlier and he inwardly winced, he shouldn’t have overreacted like that, and it was clear they were trying to hide something from him until they thought he was ready…but should he drill them with questions until they answered him, or should he just let it drop?
“Ugh…all I’m finding is that amnesia is very rare, and that it’s even rarer that the person with it gains back their memory…” Dean growled from his bed, an object hitting the floor heavily. Gabriel decided enough was enough and yawned, stretched his arms and legs and opened his eyes. He rubbed the sleep out of them and looked to the boys, both surrounded by books and in Sam’s case, he had a laptop at hand too. Gabriel also noticed that Sam was blocking the door. Sam looked up to Gabriel as he sat up.
“Sleep well?” Sam asked and Gabriel shrugged, looking to both boys now differently after what he’d heard them saying. So they really hadn’t planned on killing him?
“You guys aren’t going to stab me with a stake are you?” Gabriel asked, his voice betraying just how tired he had been.
“No, we’re not…and I’m sorry about that Gabriel…I shouldn’t have lost my temper…” Dean muttered but Gabriel waved off the apology.
“Hey, at least it helped me remember something, now if only it hadn’t been the part where you stabbed me,” He said with a faint smile.
“Look about that…” Sam started to say now but again Gabriel waved it off.
“Forget it. I know you guys are keeping something from me, but it’s obviously for a reason…so when you want to tell me, you’ll tell me, even if I am a monster…” He said the last part with a sigh, which got him looks from both men.
“You’re not a monster,” Sam said, seeming to try hard to make his words sound convincing.
“What would you call me then? I killed several people!” Gabriel said, he saw Dean throw another book onto the ground and then look to him.
“Quite possibly more than several, but we’ve killed people too…Demon possessed people that we had no choice but to kill…People that were infected with a weird demonic virus…” Dean said as he then started to count on his fingers before he gave up.
“Too many people,” Sam added, glancing hopelessly at his books before he opened a random one.
“Yeah…but you weren’t killing them for you own amusement, you were forced to…” Gabriel pointed out before snatching the bag of clothes from the end of the bed and going through it.
“True…” Dean muttered before he rubbed his forehead, “Ugh…I need either a whiskey, coffee or Soda…” Dean muttered. Sam stood and stretched his cramped legs and arms.
“I’ll take care of that…Gabriel want those coats now?” He asked Gabriel seeing as he was already looking at the clothes in the bag.
“Sure,” Gabriel said after hesitating for a moment. He started to reach for his own when Sam handed him one of his.
“Here, you don’t want to go out there with a blood stained jacket,” Sam said and Gabriel nodded, and as Sam went over to talk to Dean, Gabriel slipped the sword into the jacket he was now wearing. Dean had said it might come in handy…
“Alright, I’m ready,” Gabriel said after he pulled on his shoes.
“Okay, let’s go,” Sam said as he led the way out. The two went down to the impala, and Gabriel sat in the passenger seat. The music came on as Sam started the car. Sam muttered and turned it off.
“I hate Dean’s music…” He muttered as he pulled out of his spot, looking over his shoulder before he merged into traffic.
Sam was quiet, occasionally glancing to Gabriel, who was looking out the window, eyes skimming over the crowd. Sam then drove up to a coat factory and turned off the engine. The two hadn’t said a word the whole ride even as Gabriel got out and closed the door to the impala carefully, remembering what Dean had said about it.
Sam led the way inside and the two men went over to the proper section and Gabriel picked out a few coats he liked and went to try them on…
He’s so quiet right now…What am I supposed to say to help him? Gabriel heard Sam’s voice and paused looking back to Sam, who was sitting on a bench, watching Gabriel quietly. Yet it wasn’t just Sam’s voice he heard now, he heard the voice of the cashier behind him and of other customers nearby… Gabriel swallowed and tried to ignore it as he tried on the coats, all of them fit, he was happy with that so he handed them to Sam before putting on the one Sam had leant him. Sam was at the register with him when Gabriel was still looking around, still hearing all these voices…
Let’s see…which one should I use now? I only have two on me with IDs to match… He heard Sam again and Gabriel watched as the younger Winchester brother pulled out a card and handed it to the cashier with a smile. She returned the smile and swiped it through her machine, which beeped, saying that the card was approved. They carried the bags to the impala and put them in the back seat. Gabriel frowned as he looked around again. Something didn’t feel right, like they were being followed.
He got into the passenger seat as Sam got into the driver’s seat, and Gabriel immediately locked the car using the button on his side and let out a sigh as he looked around.
“What is it?” Sam asked, looking to Gabriel as he took in a breath.
“I don’t know how to describe it…but I think someone’s out there, getting ready to follow us…” Gabriel muttered. Sam blinked, looking alarmed and he looked in his rearview mirror.
“You sure about that?” He asked.
“Not really,” He said as he rubbed his shoulders, this feeling seriously creeping him out.
“Well, let’s test this out…” Sam muttered as he started the car and pulled out, leaving the parking lot of the store, glancing in his mirror and keeping an eye on the cars around his. They were halfway back to the hotel when Sam smirked and went a different route.
I see you following you son of a bitch, Gabriel heard even as he glanced into a side-mirror and barely saw the car behind then, and it’s driver and passenger. He saw something weird then. He saw their faces, sure, but he also saw uglier faces under them, with black eyes. Gabriel recoiled horribly when he saw this and that earned him a glance from Sam.
“I’m guessing we don’t want them following us, hm?” Sam said aloud and Gabriel nodded, swallowing hard.
Sam turned sharply as Gabriel held onto the door for dear life, the impala’s wheels skidding as the car was forced into a sharp right angle, Sam went right through a red light in order to make that turn, which forced the car behind them to have to weave through other cars in order to follow…Unfortunately Sam had gone down a street that was a dead end, they were forced to make a sharp u turn which almost rolled the impala over as Sam barely managed it, gunning it as the car behind them gained a few feet… Gabriel held onto the arm rest and the door still, his knuckles white as he desperately tried to hold on.
“You know if you crash this car, Dean will kill you faster than those things in there,” Gabriel said, his voice strained as he tried to crack a joke, which actually got a faint smile from Sam.
“I know…it just sucks I went down a bad street. We’ll lose ‘em you’ll see—Oh crap the police…” Sam growled as sirens were heard in the background. Sam gunned it even more, barreling through traffic and desperately trying to find a way to lose the car behind them, which was a Ford Focus, silver colored and tinier than the impala, so it could squeeze into the gaps a whole lot easier than the impala…
“Look out!” Gabriel yelled as a police car suddenly swung out in front of them and Sam had to press hard on the brakes, Gabriel bracing himself, glad that he did as the tires squealed and Gabriel would have been flung into the dashboard if not for what he just did. Gabriel’s heart was pounding into his chest hard as he saw the focus stop. He looked up to the policemen and saw the same thing he saw with the men behind them.
“Gun it Sam! They’re one of those things!” Gabriel yelped as even Sam saw the black eyes of the demons.
“I can’t…” Sam growled, looking back and then to the front, “They have us surrounded..” And Sam was right, there were cars blocking them and more of those men getting out of the cars…
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