Angels’ prerogative
quakerlass:
Set between Changing Channels and Hammer of the God’s – this is how I wish it had happened.
Angels’ prerogative
Approx 970 words
Rated G
Sam lay on the cold snow, he was aware of a small part of his mind screaming at him, telling him that he needed to stay awake. That he needed to get his phone and call Dean but he was just too tired.
He could feel the wetness on his chest where the iron railing had stuck in his back when he slipped and fell after just managing to drop the lighter into the grave and destroy the ghost.
Maybe if he rested a bit, he thought, he could gather enough energy to find his phone. He closed his eyes and drifted asleep.
The next thing he was aware of was a warm comfortable feeling. The sheets in the motel felt much softer then he remembered and the light seemed strange. He lay in a state of warm bliss for a few moment until he remembered what had happened and he jerked trying to sit up, panicking as he realised he couldn’t see as something was wrapped around him.
“Cool it kiddo,” came a familiar voice, and the constriction moved to reveal Gabriel and Sam realised Gabriel’s wings had been wrapped round him.
“Ah ah stay where you are Sammy, you’re not fixed yet.” Gabriel moved his wings back to curve round Sam again.
“What happened? Why are you here?” frowned Sam.
“Is that any way to greet the man who just saved your life?” Gabriel pouted.
“Last time we saw you, you turned me into a car and tried to make us say yes to your brothers.”
“Meh,” said Gabriel dismissively. “That was then this is now.”
“You changed your mind, why?”
“Angel’s prerogative.”
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