Over the past few years, Sam had done his best to ignore the dreams that plagued him. He was used to the ones from the Cage. He'd been having those for years, after all. They were familiar, if difficult.
Sometime after the Leviathans, though, when Dean was stuck in Purgatory, the dreams had changed. There were still the dreams of the Cage, of course, but they were joined by others, almost always centering around Gabriel. Not always, of course. There were dreams about his brother, always subtly different each time. And Anna, but not as he last remembered her. It had been good, really, seeing her that way.
But beyond all that had been Gabriel. Gabriel, who had died for them to have a chance to stop the Apocalypse. But he was there, in those dreams or memories. Not just there, but close to Sam. Always close, always there to help him out or keep him on an even keel. There were others that were tougher to deal with, but there was a lot of good in it as well.
So it probably should surprise Sam more than it does when he pulls the Impala to a stop at a hotel, only to hear the flutter of wings. Wings he shouldn't be hearing because there isn't an angel in the world that has them right now.
Then again, when has Gabriel ever followed the rules?
Which is probably why Sam doesn't bother following them, either. There's a frisson of relief that shivers down his back as Sam leans forward, taking hold of Gabriel's shirt and pulling the archangel into a kiss.
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Date: 2014-09-02 01:08 am (UTC)Sometime after the Leviathans, though, when Dean was stuck in Purgatory, the dreams had changed. There were still the dreams of the Cage, of course, but they were joined by others, almost always centering around Gabriel. Not always, of course. There were dreams about his brother, always subtly different each time. And Anna, but not as he last remembered her. It had been good, really, seeing her that way.
But beyond all that had been Gabriel. Gabriel, who had died for them to have a chance to stop the Apocalypse. But he was there, in those dreams or memories. Not just there, but close to Sam. Always close, always there to help him out or keep him on an even keel. There were others that were tougher to deal with, but there was a lot of good in it as well.
So it probably should surprise Sam more than it does when he pulls the Impala to a stop at a hotel, only to hear the flutter of wings. Wings he shouldn't be hearing because there isn't an angel in the world that has them right now.
Then again, when has Gabriel ever followed the rules?
Which is probably why Sam doesn't bother following them, either. There's a frisson of relief that shivers down his back as Sam leans forward, taking hold of Gabriel's shirt and pulling the archangel into a kiss.