Epilogue

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel doesn't know how he managed it - only that he had. The last thing he remembered clearly was Lucifer's frozen grip like a vice around his wrist, driving his sword up and back into his chest. Then he was laying flat on his back in the middle of a mini-mart, much to the consternation of the young clerk. A shaky reassurance later, he stumbled outside and into the night, giant slurpee in hand.

Hey, he can't think on an empty stomach.

It takes a few days for Gabriel to put it all together, where he'd been and what had happened. The memories were fuzzy but they were real. Anna, Sam, Dean, Loki, friends and family that he'd never had in this world. A family that had loved him and a family he fought and died for more than once. What he remembers best is Sam. Tangled in bed with him, laughing on the couch over something ridiculous, even charging headlong into danger with the hunter at his side.

Gabriel sends out quiet feelers, seeking out the hunter and what he learns is a fucking horrorshow that rivals any of the hazy memories of the prison they had been trapped in together. Dean, ever the self-hating moron, had gone and taken the Mark of Cain and was currently rampaging his way across the west coast with Sam hot on his heels.

So he follows, waiting for Sam to pull off at a motel for the night before he simply appears in the passenger seat with a faint flutter of wings. Will he remember him? Gabriel hopes so. He doesn't really relish starting from scratch.

"Heya Sammy."

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[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam might not be as confident in their ability to fix things, but the fact that they're even together is a help and a boon to his tattered soul. Which, if anything, may be a bit more tattered than even wherever they had been.

Still he hums at the kiss to his jaw, sighing softly. "That's one hell of a relief, I'll admit."

[low_key_angel]

It might be a tattered soul, but it's still the brightest one Gabriel knows. Wherever Sam was, he'd always find him, drawn back to him, half-remembered prisons be damned.

They had each other, that was a good start. Gabriel strokes his hand along his side. "Yeah. It is."

"There's something I want you to think about Sammy. A bond, between you and me. One that would never be broken. You'd always sense me, where I was."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam blinks at that, pulling back a bit so that he could look Gabriel in the eye. "A bond? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that angels can do that, but I kinda am."

[low_key_angel]

"Well, you should be surprised. Because it's never mentioned in any books, Apocrypha or otherwise. But there were some angels who took humans as spouses back in the day - that's how we wound up with Nephilim. Some of them bonded with their spouses. The short version is the angel scribed their name on a human soul and left a bit of grace behind to forge an eternal bond." Gabriel absently traces a finger along his arm and chest as he explains. No one had even spoken of a bond since the Nephilim pogroms - and Dad knows he'd done his share to try and hide some of those poor kids away.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Well, I'm relatively certain that isn't going to be a problem here." Unless there are things that Gabriel hasn't told him.

Well, that's possible. But he's choosing to simply concentrating on this for the moment. "That...sounds nice, though. That connection." He pauses a moment. "Have you...I mean, have you ever had a bond with others?"

[low_key_angel]

"Nope," he answers, taking a moment to pop the P. "In fact, no archangel has ever bonded with another."

Gabriel's expression sobers. "It's going to hurt, Sam. I'm going to pour raw grace into your soul, etch my name into it and carve yours into me. So it's going to work, but I can't guarantee it's going to be a party."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam reaches out, taking Gabriel's hand and threading their fingers together. It takes another moment, but he forces himself to look Gabriel in the eye. "I'm not afraid of pain, Gabriel. Especially not if it means staying closer to you."

Because it's not like he hasn't felt the pain of raw Grace against his soul before. But Lucifer and Michael hadn't had reasons nearly so good for doing it. That had been torture, something Sam was only glad enough to go through if it meant that they left Adam alone. It didn't always work, but he'd done his best.

[low_key_angel]

Naturally that wouldn’t stop Sam. His smile turns fond as he slowly drags his hand down his chest, letting it come to rest on his hip. Okay. They can do this. A way to remain connected that no one, not even a mainiac goddess, could come between. Traditionalists would call it taking a mate, but in Gabriel’s mind? He’s been Sam’s long before this.

“Remember to breathe, kiddo.” Gabriel sucks in a deep breath he doesn’t really need, slowly drawing up his grace, letting it unfurl and fill his vessel until warm light flared behind his eyes. He doesn’t want to hurt Sam, to cause him pain, but the end result would be worth it for both of them. A permanent reminder of what they meant to each other.

Power pours down his arm, through his hand and into Sam. Past flesh and muscle and bone, sinking deep into him, curling tendrils of grace around his battered soul, etching his true name into Sam’s very being and carving Sam’s into his. A link forged with power and affection and everything that they’d endured together.

Hang on Sam. Almost there.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Breathing is...a lot harder than Sam expected. Possibly because breathing hadn't been a worry the last time he'd had this much Grace pumped into him. He finds himself gritting his teeth, holding his breath and having to fight to remember to actually breathe.

The reminder was probably a good idea in retrospect.

Even through the pain (and Sam will probably always be more sensitive to Grace than most), he can feel that it's different than what he's been through before. Gentler, more careful. Because Gabriel knows that this is going to cause pain and he's doing his best to keep that to a minimum. Sam bends his head, pressing his forehead to Gabriel's shoulder and just listening to that voice tell him that it'll be all right. That they're almost done.

[low_key_angel]

Slowly Gabriel pulls his hand back, checking the brief tendrils of grace still clinging to his hand. A touch of two fingers helps to heal the mark left behind on Sam’s skin, a raised welt of his handprint on Sam’s skin. The connection is there, forged between them, now all he has to do is test it.

Sammy? Can you hear me? Cautious affection pressed through the bond rather than any sort of telepathic contact. He’s careful to go slow so as not to overwhelm Sam. Talk to me kiddo.

[fromfryingpantofire]

There's a moment of shock that reverberates down the bond, then a more cautious feeling out of things. This is Sam, after all, and it's not like he's completely unused to this sort of thing.

Just...never from a bond outside of himself, that's all.

He takes a shuddering breath, letting it out slowly as he raises his head to look at Gabriel. You can talk, he manages down the bond. Or think or...whatever. Not entirely unused to this, you know.

[low_key_angel]

The first thing that rolls across the new bond is amusement and Gabriel strokes a hand along his hip, soothing the burn. "Yeah, I know you aren't. But this is a little different too, kiddo. This is mutual, and it's for both of us." A light feather of grace dances across the bond, warm and tentative.

No more being alone. No more wondering.

[fromfryingpantofire]

It feels better almost immediately, the burn lightening to a duller pain with Gabriel's touch. He knows that it really shouldn't, that the touch should only intensify the pain. Probably would have if it were a normal burn.

He lets out a sigh of relief, though, settling against Gabriel more easily. "It's nice." It's going to take some time to get used to the bond, to know what can be done with it. But it already feels better, being able to feel Gabriel before him in a way that's more than physical.

[low_key_angel]

They might not be any safer here than they had been.. wherever that prison had kept them. But they were together and the bond meant that nothing would keep them apart again. He had Sam back. The rest of the world could frankly go hang, as far as Gabriel was concerned. At least for tonight.

Gabriel leaned for a kiss, mischief lighting up his eyes. "And I bet it's going to have all sorts of fun applications once we get the hang of it."

[fromfryingpantofire]

The kiss is good for settling Sam, though he laughs and shakes his head as Gabriel speaks. "It very well might. Right now, I'm just glad to have you closer." Physically as well as spiritually. Or however you wanted to define the bond.