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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."
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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Date: 2014-09-16 07:12 pm (UTC)Still he hums at the kiss to his jaw, sighing softly. "That's one hell of a relief, I'll admit."
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Date: 2014-09-17 02:40 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2014-09-19 06:01 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2014-09-21 02:49 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2014-09-21 11:49 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-10-09 04:42 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-10-09 08:18 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-10-10 02:00 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-10-10 03:41 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-10-12 03:05 am (UTC)No more being alone. No more wondering.
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Date: 2014-10-12 04:12 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-10-17 10:37 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2014-10-17 04:14 pm (UTC)