The call is one that Gabriel won't ignore. He gives an absent nod at the statement. Once I can get them to safety. It's still too dangerous here. You don't ignore Death and even someone as casually irreverent as Gabriel knows that you don't blow him off either.
"It's all right." He shifts his attention back to Sam, shoring up failing organs and breathing power back into him. When Sam is stable, he pulls his hand away, bringing both of them back to reality, to the damaged hospital room and a pair of desperately confused and wounded men.
Dean and Gadreel. The angel is staring at Gabriel with something akin to panic and Gabriel decides to bypass human communication entirely - they don't have time. Reaching out to the younger angel, he tangles his grace with his. "Jessica, get the car pulled around front. Deano? Snap out of it and help her. We're going to need to get Sam back home." He levels a finger at him, cutting off the inevitable protest. "You prayed for help moron. So we're here. Now get moving."
Only once they were safe in the bunker and Sam was sleeping would he reach back out to speak to Death. Not exactly a conversation he's looking forward to. But he'd at least swing by that awesome Mercado in Miami to pick up a bag of fried plantains and a medianoche first.
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Date: 2015-07-23 10:21 pm (UTC)"It's all right." He shifts his attention back to Sam, shoring up failing organs and breathing power back into him. When Sam is stable, he pulls his hand away, bringing both of them back to reality, to the damaged hospital room and a pair of desperately confused and wounded men.
Dean and Gadreel. The angel is staring at Gabriel with something akin to panic and Gabriel decides to bypass human communication entirely - they don't have time. Reaching out to the younger angel, he tangles his grace with his. "Jessica, get the car pulled around front. Deano? Snap out of it and help her. We're going to need to get Sam back home." He levels a finger at him, cutting off the inevitable protest. "You prayed for help moron. So we're here. Now get moving."
Only once they were safe in the bunker and Sam was sleeping would he reach back out to speak to Death. Not exactly a conversation he's looking forward to. But he'd at least swing by that awesome Mercado in Miami to pick up a bag of fried plantains and a medianoche first.
Coming empty handed was just.. rude.