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unityghost · 2 years

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Applied Knowledge

Some more Post-Asmodeus Sabriel Feels content (part 31) for those who are still inclined to read, even if Supernatural is over. I’ll have to find a way to organize and tag this stuff on here; Archive of Our Own has it all organized chronologically. Thanks if you’ve stuck around up until this point! I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.

Logic told Gabriel that there was no reason to expect a linear recovery, and yet he found himself expecting it to work that way no matter the dictates of rational thinking.

The relationship between his near-humanity and his somewhat-angelness was a constant source of confusion to Gabriel - and everybody around him - but it seemed that Sam had recently come to the conclusion that a working knowledge of human biology might be helpful in the short term.

“When you breathe in,” he explained, “It activates the sympathetic nervous system. Gets your adrenaline going a little. So - ”

“I have no sympathy for my nervous system,” Gabriel interjected.

“ - the important part,” Sam went on, ignoring the comment he’d probably expected, “Is to focus on your exhalation, which initiates something different - other hormones - to calm you down. So it’s best to take that nice and slow. That's your parasympathetic nervous system.”

“Activate parachute, got it. Free-falling becomes smooth coasting through a cloudless summer sky.”

“If that’s what helps you remember it,” said Sam, “Then yes, Gabriel. Pull open the parachute.”

“Listen," Gabriel told him, "I’m pretty sure we’ve talked about deep breathing before, and I suck at it.”

“I thought it might help to get more specific about what happens when you do it, so that you know why it’s helpful. It helped me to learn about that. A lot happens to the human body when it gets like …” He gestured vaguely to what was in front of him: Gabriel, still trembling from the taste of a nightmare at the back of his throat as sweat coursed down his neck and both fists spontaneously clenched and unclenched against the tangled blankets. “This.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t have a human body, then,” Gabriel replied. “Otherwise I might be a mess.”

Sam tried to smile. “Do you - ”

“No. No, I don’t really want to talk about it. I’m sorry for getting you out of bed. It’s just that I thought - ” Gabriel shook his head and looked down at the bedcovers clutched between his fingers. “I was so freakin’ tired when I fell asleep that I was dreaming about being tired, Sam. Kept trying to get up off the floor of that cell and find you, but Asmodeus wouldn’t let me, and I was too exhausted to pull myself to my feet.”

Sam nodded. Perhaps there was more physiology to be expounded upon with regard to the liminal space before waking waking, the crack in between that allowed for bewildered shouts for assistance, but Sam was tactful enough to withhold any further lectures.

“So I thought,” Gabriel continued, determined to complete his explanation, “That Asmodeus was in the room. I really did.”

He looked around. He couldn’t help it. He knew it was foolish, but it seemed even more foolish not to check.

Sam frowned at him.

“I was admiring the architecture,” Gabriel offered. “I’ve grown excruciatingly fond of this glamorized speakeasy you call a home.”

“Okay. I guess that's ... good. You want anything? Water, maybe?”

Gabriel turned his gaze downward again, debating whether to ask Sam to shift his weight so that Gabriel could properly pull the covers over himself. He decided against it: if he asked Sam to move, Sam might either take offense or understand the request to mean “leave and shut the door behind you.”

“Christmas crackers!” Gabriel hissed, pounding a fist against his own knee.

Sam looked horrified. “What are you doing? Gabriel, what's wrong?"

“I - ” Gabriel tried to remember what Sam had said about breathing - parachutes, right - and tried to exhale, then realized he couldn’t exhale without first exciting himself by inhaling, and came to the conclusion that the entire process was a self-defeating hoax. “I understand exactly what’s going on.”

“What? Going on with what?” When Gabriel didn’t answer, Sam pressed: “Has something been hurting, and you just figured it out, or - ”

“Geez, you really are in doctor mode tonight, aren’t you? I meant I know that I’m not in danger.”

Sam furrowed his brow. "Is that not good?"

“What isn’t good is that I’ve known that for months now!”

“I’m still not - ”

“What use is there in trying to convince myself that Asmodeus is gone when I still feel like he’s next to me or waiting for me or on top of me or - I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth the amount of effort I put into it every day!”

“I don’t think it’s that weird that you’d have a hard time finding common ground between what you know and what you feel,” said Sam.

“I didn’t say it was weird. I said it was pointless. Unless maybe I’m not trying hard enough; but man - I’ve been giving this everything I have in me.”

“It really hasn’t been that long, you know,” Sam reminded him. “You were in Hell for a lot longer than you’ve been with us.”

“So it’s going to take another truckload of centuries to bridge the gaping maw between what you’ve taught me and what he did to me?”

Sam spoke carefully. “I didn’t mean that. I was just trying to say that if you really want to focus on being rational, you’ve gotta factor in that imbalance. The time you spent in prison versus the time you’d had without Asmodeus manhandling you - that’s not a fair fight, so try not to be so rough on yourself about it.”

“Except,” Gabriel pointed out, feeling his chest tighten against Sam's audacious refusal to acknowledge Gabriel’s failure, “There was no gap when I had him breathing down my neck. I knew I was in danger and I felt that way, too. It wasn’t unreasonable to be cowering on the floor. Things are different now - I know there’s nothing to be afraid of, but my whole alarm system has short-circuited.”

“Yeah,” said Sam. “That’s usually how it works.”

Gabriel clenched his jaw and mangled the sheets in his fists again. “This isn’t funny.”

“What? Of course not. I know that.”

“Then stop talking to me like I’m a cute idiot, Sam. I don’t care how typical any of my behavior is; I want it to stop and you’re hearing something completely different. Just because you’ve got the knowledge and wisdom to smile and nod like I’m learning to walk for the first time - ‘Oh, look at this; it’s okay, we know he’ll stop falling even if he doesn’t know that yet’ - doesn’t make this any less exhausting for me.”

Sam looked bewildered. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I was trying to help. To remind you that - ”

“Shut up, okay? I know. I know. And that’s what makes it so difficult.”

“I just thought it might help you to know you’re not out of the ordinary for feeling the way you do - you know? I figure it’d only make me feel worse if I thought I was the only person to get stuck in the middle of what I knew was true and what I felt was real. I feel that way all the time. I’m not trying to preach to you. Or laugh at you. Why would I do that? I’m hardly in a position to brag about healthy recovery, am I?”

“Now you’re pleading!” Gabriel snapped. “I don’t want to feel like I hurt your feelings in addition to everything else!”

“Look,” Sam pleaded, because he was guilty of exactly that, “You and I are on a level playing field.”

“It sounds like you think you’re better than me.”

“Why would you even - I don’t think that at all, Gabriel.”

Gabriel pounded his knees again, thinking about the nightmare still sitting inside of him, exactly as real as the pain that resulted from hitting himself. “Well, you are, so maybe I shouldn't bitch about it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Sam reached out and caught Gabriel’s fist before he could repeat the childish self-beating, the goal of which Gabriel felt might become clearer with each blow. “I wasn’t trying to prove anything. Maybe I said it the wrong way, but I really, really, truly, honestly meant that it’s normal to feel stuck like this. To know what’s the matter with you, to know what’s real, and to feel something totally opposite. I feel that way every day, Gabriel. And I definitely wasn’t trying to make light of it. If it came across that way then I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Oh, don’t be.” Gabriel tried to extricate his fist and Sam let him go. He thought about hitting himself again, but it seemed ungracious after Sam had made the choice to trust him with his own hands.

Sam’s voice softened. “Listen, Gabriel: you really need to sleep. I think that’s part of what’s got you so on edge.”

Gabriel almost said, Oh, is the baby getting cranky again? Let’s put him down for his nap but instead replied, “Or maybe it’s the quality of the sleep itself. I mean, if nightmares were the only issue, that’d make sense - I could figure that out. Maybe. But it’s the fact that my whole body is just flooded with the stuff.”

“That ... um ... feeling you get?” Sam asked.

Gabriel understood his hesitance, knew that Sam had never been able to comprehend what this “feeling” was - but perhaps that was simply due to Gabriel’s ineloquence. He had used adjectives like “dark” and “warped” to describe the tang that this feeling cast upon the world, had tried to articulate the deeply visceral flavor of ethereal horror that wrenched him out of the present and cradled him in the greasy jaws of memory.

Words, however, could not give shape to this feeling, even when Gabriel drew upon all his lifetimes of speech and his countless languages to try and force the feeling's essence into description. Yet it could not be coerced into the confines of vocabulary; it could only be felt, and only disgorged in the small horrible ways with which his near-mortal body was familiar: sweating; trembling; desperate, incessant vomiting when the terror would not abate.

In fact, Gabriel was convinced that this dark, otherworldly sensation probably was suggestive of neurosis unique to him. After all, Sam had never assured him of its normalcy. Maybe it was particular to angels, although he wasn’t sure he wanted to question Castiel about it. More likely, it was a symptom of the grotesque wrongness that had metastasized in Gabriel the moment Asmodeus first laid hands on him.

“Hey.” Sam touched his arm. “You all right?”

“Yes,” Gabriel answered hoarsely. “But that isn’t how I feel.”

“Nightmare still on your mind?”

“No. I … I don’t know.” Gabriel licked his lips. “Maybe I don’t really understand as much as I like to believe I do. Sam - ” He tried to meet Sam’s eyes but Sam was still clutching his arm. He didn’t mind if Sam touched him, or if Sam wanted to make eye contact, but in general Gabriel wasn’t willing to do both at the same time. “You don’t think I’m disgusting, right?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

“Okay, but I do. I think that I’m disgusting, and I also feel like I’m disgusting. Like - in the way that maggots crawling over a decomposing body is disgusting. It’s not the corpse’s fault for rotting and it’s not the bugs’ fault that they feed on it. It’s just disgusting for what it is.”

Sam recoiled, and Gabriel jerked his head up. I was right.

Sam’s features had taken on the flush of anger. “I don’t like that at all.”

“Neither do I! What, you think I was just spouting a poetic monologue? It’s what I see, Sam. It’s what I feel.”

“But that’s just … Jesus. You’re not like that. That’s a horrible thing to say about yourself.”

“Then I’m sorry I said it! Look, you’re proving my point!”

“That’s just such a - look - ” Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Pull the parachute, Sam,” said Gabriel, trying to ignore how fast his heart was pounding in response to the irritation in Sam’s face.

Sam opened his eyes. “Gabriel, I know you feel like you’re tainted or - or just bad, or whatever, but I hate to hear you talk about yourself like that.”

“Well, how am I supposed to believe it isn’t true? Based on what happened to me in Hell, I’m probably not that far off.”

“You are, though.”

“I’m not, though.”

Sam stood up.

Gabriel scrambled backward, slamming into the wall and toppling the pillow from the lip of the mattress to the floor. He had a split second’s regret - I could have used that for protection - and then several moments of quiet waiting, moments in which he was not sure what he did, moments in which he heard nothing and saw only darkness.

Then he heard his name, repeated gently over and over; he remembered where he was, and realized - with a spasm of humiliation - that what had felt like minutes probably had not been more than a few seconds. Both arms were thrown over his head as a makeshift shield - a fortress that had never proven effective against his attackers.

With arthritic slowness, Gabriel unfolded himself.

“It’s okay,” Sam whispered. “It’s okay. There we go. It’s okay. It’s all right, Gabriel; it’s all right.”

Gabriel nodded. He did not look at Sam.

Sam held out a hand, uncertain. “I’m sorry. I got a little - ”

“It’s fine.” But Gabriel was suddenly overtaken by such a violent urge to cry that he lay back down, bereft of the pillow, and turned away. “I just - ”

Sam waited.

“I forgot to activate my parachute,” Gabriel finished, and crushed his teeth together against a sob that jerked out of him like a seizure.

“Ah - ” Sam sounded shocked and unsure. “Oh man. I’m sorry.”

Gabriel knew that he was. It would only serve to make Sam feel worse if Gabriel were to vocally lament that he was terrified of giving voice to his deepest despair lest Sam lash out. Even if it was due to helplessness or to fury toward Asmodeus, Gabriel couldn’t handle that level of fire in Sam.

"Here, let's just - let me, um - " Sam tucked the blankets around Gabriel's shoulders, taking caution not to actually touch him. Gabriel had come to suspect that Sam felt most at ease in conveying affection, remorse, and protectiveness through some sort of physical contact. Gabriel often made this challenging for Sam. In fact, he reflected as he felt Sam draw away, why should he feel entitled to refuse Sam the small comfort of touching him when Gabriel was the one at fault for misinterpreting a benign gesture of frustration - especially given that the gesture was in response to Gabriel’s complaining about his poor self-image?

“Listen,” Sam said quietly. “Listen, Gabe - I won’t leave, but I’m gonna give you a couple minutes to calm down. I’m here, but I’m not going to hurt you, Gabriel.”

In the aftermath of the imagined assault, Gabriel was shaking. He listened to his own ragged breathing as he would have listened to a familiar much-hated song that played only because he was too unintelligent to find the appropriate dial to turn it off, while somebody else was forced to pretend it didn’t grate on their nerves and politely wait for the closing notes.

After a few moments, the surge of fear began to soften and the bedroom grew more solid to him. He debated the benefits and disadvantages of trying to halt his tears. Ultimately, he decided, it wasn’t a question of positives and negatives: there was simply not much use in pretending that Sam would have judged him after seeing it happen so often. The impulse to stoicism was there, as it always was - a costume with no remaining elasticity.

“I know,” Gabriel muttered into the damp sheet.

“Huh?”

He turned over, looking up at Sam. “I know that you’re not gonna do anything to try and mess with me. I really - I do. I know that.”

“That’s good.”

“If I could show you as much, I would. Instead you’ve got me whining about my self-indulgent hatred of - ” But Gabriel stopped, afraid to annoy Sam with additional descriptions of (as he’d considered saying) “this cosmic garbage that’s only ever been good for playtime in Hell.”

"That's all right," said Sam, although he looked pale and haunted. "Don't worry about it, Gabriel. Really. Just take it easy."

“You can touch me,” Gabriel offered. “If you - I’m sorry.”

Sam shook his head. “You don’t gotta make anything up to me, Gabriel.”

“I don’t want to get in trouble.” Gabriel gave a tight, nervous laugh. “If you want to, you can.”

“No. No, it's okay. Wait - if I say no, are you going to take that to mean I just think you’re gross?”

“I'm not sure."

“All right. Okay. Well, what do you want?” When Gabriel tensed - he loathed the question, abhorred the word - Sam corrected himself: “What do you need right now?”

“I’m not sure," Gabriel repeated. "I just know I’m sorry for freaking out.”

“Come on, you didn’t do anything wrong. Look, you know me pretty well, I think - and - well, hearing stuff like that can be rough because I want to change it. That’s all. It’s not your fault Asmodeus was such a piece of work.”

“I need to be more careful.” Gabriel smiled, fitfully, feeling delusional and uneven. He didn’t know whether he wanted to come across as serious. “One of these days you might actually get real pissed off. And whatever happens, I’ll have to take responsibility for not being able to control myself.”

Sam’s eye twitched. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Fine. I won’t. I’ll think them, but I won’t say them.” Gabriel was beginning to wonder if he was being difficult on purpose. “I don’t want to upset you; I don’t want to make you angry at anyone; I don’t want to make you sad when I’m afraid of you.”

“Stop.” Helplessly, Sam reached out and grabbed his hand. “You can say whatever you like, Gabriel. I just wish I could help.”

“Hey, you are helping. Like I mentioned, I at least know where I am. I know I’m not actually in danger.”

Sam gave a tired smile. “That isn’t what you just said.”

“Well - then I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. There are things I do know, and things I should know. Maybe I’ve actually lost my whole-ass mind. I believe you, I think. I believe you don’t want to hurt me. I just don’t - I guess I figure that might change.”

“But why?”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“Because it’s me, Gabriel. It's Sam. It's not Asmodeus.”

"Yes! And yet here we are!"

Sam gripped his hand more firmly. “But that’s okay.”

“It really isn’t. I need to be able to connect the dots better. For my sake, maybe, but for yours too. I need to understand things better. I need to be able to apply what I learn. Looks like I’m screwing up both parts of that process.”

“You need more time. Maybe a lot more time.”

“I’ve had time!"

“Some. Like I said, you had a whole lot more time with him than you’ve had with any of us.”

“I just - ah - I - ” Gabriel wiped his eyes. “I’d just really like it to stop. I could do without the nightmares and without being scared of you or anyone else. And without feeling like a diseased animal stinking up the place. I hate it. I want it to end. I’m confused about what to believe and what to feel and how to act. I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want you to hurt me but I - but I’m this thing, this nauseating, awful thing that he - that - and I can’t keep doing this because it’s too much for me. I can’t handle it. I can’t handle knowing it’ll probably take another eon before I’m not running away from you, and by then you won’t even be here. And I can’t handle thinking about that, either. I just want it to stop. All of it. I can’t do this." He shivered and tried to remember to breathe.

"I know," Sam murmured. "It's okay. I get it. But you're gonna be okay. I'm here."

"You - " Gabriel shuddered again, feeling sick and exhausted and still plagued by the grotesque haze of nightmares. "You can touch me."

Sam squeezed his hand.

“No,” Gabriel said, “I mean - ”

Sam eased him closer, into a gentle hug that felt undeserved but not frightening.

Gabriel took a deep breath, came close to making a remark about parachutes, and decided he had better not speak.

Since escaping, Gabriel had had instances in which he'd seriously doubted his own intellect. Surely he had simply not been clever enough to break free from Asmodeus; surely only a truly dimwitted being would have gotten so lost in the post-infernal labyrinth between knowledge and experience.

Despite this uncertainty, he didn't believe that he was stupid enough to miss what seemed obvious: the safety he felt in an embrace like this was instinctual. Perhaps it was a rudimentary form of applied knowledge. At least in this moment, there was no need to berate himself into common sense - not when the privilege of a warm embrace, however unmerited, felt quite different from anything else.

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moonflower-31 · 4 years

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Journey To A Dream - Sabriel Rapunzel AU

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Sam immediately let out a laugh as he started running around in the grass, launching old fallen leaves into the air and splashing water from a nearby pond.

"Does grass always smell this good?!" He exclaimed, bringing a bunch of pulled blades from the ground to his nose before moving onto something else. "Water is way more cold than I thought it would be!" He exclaimed, chucklimg to himself as he dug his fingers into the dirt and sighed happily at how it felt.

Gabriel watched this turn of events with a confused expression and a raised eyebrow. This guy really had never left that tower for 21 years. All of his life. That was something that Gabriel could barely fathom.

Gabriel couldn't even be in Heaven nowadays for that long without pulling his feathers from his wings out.

Gabriel shook his head and just watched Sam freak out. It was quite entertaining, if he were to say so himself.

Sam continues to freak out for five minutes, just being happy to be out of that freaking tower. After a few moments he finally runs back to Gabriel, laughing happily to himself.

"Thank you!! I cannot believe I'm doing this!" He grinned, pushing his dark brown strand behind his ear as he turns to leave the clearing.

Gabriel again raises an eyebrow at the strand, but shrugs it off, walking after him. Immediately, ideas began to run through his head though. This guy hasn't seen the real world, right? So Gabriel could technically scare him, right?

Sam almost danced away from the tower, running through trees and just enjoying the spring wind on his face. Sure, he knew that he would have to go back, but he was going to enjoy it while he could. Azazel obviously wasn't going to let him. And besides, what was so wrong with the world that Azazel wouldn't let him go out?

Gabriel walked behind Sam slowly, his hands in his pockets as Crowley hung onto Sam's shoulder.

"So... you live in that towet alone?" Gabriel asks, running a hand through his golden brown hair.

Sam finally stops running and shook his head, humming a tune under his breath as he walked ahead of Gabriel.

Gabriel raised another curious eyebrow. "So, who else lives with you?" He asks, lowering his head as Crowley gave Gabriel a glare.

Sam turned his head and frowned. "U-uh... my father. He's away right now. Actually thats the only reason I've been able to even get out of the tower in the first place." He says, smacking Crowley a bit for being rude.

Gabriel smirked a bit. "So, you still live with your father? Aren't you afraid he might... I dunno... come home early and find you gone? Wouldn't he search the ends of the earth for you?" He asks, plucking a flower from the ground, sniffing it innocently as Sam stopped in realization.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, and began to worry. "He... he would, wouldn't he..." he mumbles, beginning to fret.

Gabriel fought back the urge to smile more. "And wouldn't you crush his heart, knowing you left after he asked you specifically not to?" He asks, still walking forwards, but not very fast.

Sam widens his eyes even more, beginning to pant. "Y-yeah... yeah he would..." he syas nervously, shuffling his feet.

Gabriel shrugged. "Well, if you want my opinion, I think we should just cut you out of this deal. Take you and your rat home, I get my satchel, and then you and your father will have a great relationship untainted by betrayal-" he starts, turning around to see a miffed Sam who stomped over to him.

"No! I am seeing those lanterns!" He insists, brandishing the pan in his hand. "You will take me to see those lanterns conscious or not." He threatens, moving the pan threateningly close.

Gabriel finally stops walking, and pushed Sam's pan away as he starts to try and talk himself out of the deal when the bushes begin to rustle, and a far off sound of voices make Sam jump and hide behind Gabriel.

"Is is Angels? Hunters? Have they finally tracked my hair down?!" He squeaked, making Gabriel give him a dumbfounded look.

Then, out of the bushes outsteps a moose. Gabriel snickers. "Look, its just another version of you, Samsquatch. Don't worry, it can't smell fear." He teased. Sam huffed and smacked Gabriel's shoulder.

"Shut up! Hunters and angels have wanted my hair for as long as I can remember." He says, pushing his hair back as he begins walking.

"What makes you say that? Why would, hypothetically, an angel want your hair?" He asks Sam, confused and laughing at Sam's excuse for being scared.

Sam huffed again. "My father told me-" he starts before he reevaluates his decision. "You know what? No. Its none of your buisness." He says in a scowl before he stomps forward, making Gabriel roll his eyes.

Gabriel wanted to say that it was his buisness, but that would reveal more than he wanted to. Then an idea hit him.

Gabriel quickly caught up with Sam. "You know what? I'm hungry. Are you? Cause I know a great place for lunch." He insists, smiling.

Sam raised an eyebrow, softening his face. "Really? What's it called?" He asks.

Gabriel chuckled. "Its a surprise, come on. Let's go." He says before he grabs Sam's hand and leads him down the hill towards the place he had in mind.

Sam kept looking around as Gabriel led him through the forest. He was still in awe of the world and wondering still how his father saw the world as so cruel.

Eventually, after a short while Gabriel led Sam to a building lit up in a sign that said 'Harvelle's Roadhouse'.

Sam smiled at the place. "Its nice..." He says, smiling as he admired the building.

Gabriel forced a smile onto his face. "Right? Come on, lets go in and eat." He says, grabbing Sam's wrist and dragging him up to the door and bursting the door open. "Ellen! Your best table, please." He says in a fake accent, which Sam follows up with a gasp.

Sam's eyes wander the restaurant, seeing hunters everywhere. A few at the bar, a few playing darts, some looking through lore books, before they all looked up at Sam and Gabriel.

Gabriel forced Sam through, almost dragging him through the crowd of literally blood covered hunters. "Joe, nice to see you, Ah, Polly, nice to see you got that stab wound fixed up." He says, making up names for each of the hunters as they walked. "See, these giys are nice. But if they unsettle you that much, why don't we just ride on back to your little tower-" he starts before he bumps into a larger hunter, one who looked like a real drunkard.

Sam gulped as he looked into the hunter's blue eyes, backing away from the man. Then, another hunter, one who had her name etched onto her cap 'Jo' picked up Gabriel by the collar. She pulled out a wanted paper and showed it to him.

"This you?" She asks, smirking at him.

Gabriel looked at Jo for a moment and shook his head. "No. Trust me you definitely have the wrong guy-" he starts. Then, another female hunter comes up, gripping a fistful of Sam's hair.

"Really? Why would someone come in here, looking exactly like the fugitive Loki, with a sissy of a partner with this much fucking hair?" The blonde hunter hissed, glaring at Gabriel with her own blue eyes.

Sam yelps and pulls his hair out of the hunter's grip and accidentally bumped into the other hunter again. The hunter grumbled and looked at him again.

"Would you stop that? Can't any of you idjits leave me alone?" He grunts. Sam sighed and muttered a 'Sorry' before he sunk away.

Gabriel raised his hands and almost admitted defeat. "N-no, look, that isn't me. See? The faces don't match! Especially the nose!" He insists, trying to be put down.

Then, finally, another hunter grabs the wanted poster and chews out the nose portion. "Now does it look like you?" The hunter asks, murder in his eyes.

Gabriel gulps somewhat and the hunter smirks. "Ooh I'm gonna love sending you off to get your head cut off like the vamps that I kill." He smirked, hoisting Gabriel up by his collar and hanging him on the wall as all of the hunters in the room began to discuss what they were going to do with the prize money.

The hunter Sam had accidentally bumped into multiple times sent a hunter by the name of 'Garth' out the door to go get 'Dean'. Sam could only guess that 'Dean' was the guards.

"Go on, ya idjit! Go send for Dean! You know how much he wants this mother's head." The hunter huffs before he goes to try and break up the fighting. But Sam beat him to it.

Sam stood up on top of a table and launched his hair, pulling back one of the loose rafters before calling out. "Hey!" And letting go, hitting the dark skinned hunter who had put Gabriel up on the hook on the head.

Immediately everyone's attention turned to Sam, and they started to move towards him.

Sam then began to panic. "L-look, I get it. You all probably aren't able to afford much. And him falling into your laps is probably a godsend. But please, he's my only ticket to see the lanterns the kingdom is sending off tomorrow before I have to go back home. It's been my dream forever. Please, find it in yourselves to let him go. Haven't any of you had a dream once in your lives?" He asks in a huff and with limited air.

The gruff hunter that Sam accidentally kept bothering got extremely close and took a long swig of his beer before he tossed it into the garbage, where it promptly shattered.

"What's your name kid?" He asks in a rough voice.

Sam gulps before he answered. "Sam, my name is Sam." He answered.

Gabriel face palmed against the door, knowing that was a stupid mistake with hunters.

Bobby ponders this a second before he extends his hand. "The name's Bobby Singer. You a hunter?" He asks. "You don't look like one. All that hair would get you killed." He says.

Sam chuckled nervously. "N-no, no I'm not...B-bobby." He says.

Bobby nods before he starts speaking again. "Well Sam, yeah, I did have a dream. A long time ago. My dream was to marry the girl of my dreams. Keep up my ranch of horses. But that all caved in on me when a demon possessed my wife and I had to kill her." He answered, opening a new beer.

Sam raised his eyebrows, frowning at Bobby's story. "I... I'm so sorry." He says, suddenly feeling bad for the hunter.

One of the female hunters stepped up. "Me? My dad was possessed by an angel. The angel got him killed. My mom died cause of one too. Don't let them fool you. They aren't cherubs." The blonde hunter hissed. "You know what my dream was? To have my family back." She says.

Sam sighed, grippimg his hair. Then, another hunter stood up, this was the darker skinned one. "My dream? To avenge my sister. She was turned into a vampire amd I had to kill her. But revenge never satisfies anything." He says, sharpening his knife against the table.

Sam looked around, seeing multiple hunters step up and tell their stories and their crushed dreams. It made Sam's heart ache. He flashed his puppy dog eyes at everyone, feeling terrible.

The very last moment, one of the other hunters took hold of Gabriel's collar and put him down. "What about you, Trickster? Ever had a dream?" The hunter asked.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Sorry guys but uh, I don't share well with others." He says, before a few hunters took out their knives and Gabriel rolled his eyes again.

"Fine. My dream, was to get away from my family. Start a new life full of sex, riches and lots and lots of sugar!" Gabriel started out meaningful, like he was going to actually take it serious, before he finishes, giving a seductive pose that no one was fazed by.

Bobby scoffed. "That's a terrible dream." He says. Gabriel shrugged.

"You asked." He says, trying to walk away triumphantly. The other hunters lifted him up again, aiming their blades near his body. He looked almost unfazed, but he had to keep up the facade. So he made a look of terror and gulped.

Bobby turned back to Sam. "Now you, Sam. Tell us your dream." He says, sitting back and sipping his beer.

Sam smiled and stood up a bit taller. "Well... mine isn't as precious as yours. But, for me? Every year on May second, I open my window from my tower and I see almost a thousand lanterns launched into the sky. I always wondered what they looked like in person. My father never let me out of the tower." He says, leaning towards Bobby for a second. Bobby gives him a skeptical look, before continuing to listen.

"So, since Loki has been to the kingdom I'm asking him to take me to see them. The agreement was that he'd take me and then take me home but... if I'm honest? The more and more time I spend outside of my tower? The more I want to stay out." He admits, smiling to himself.

Bobby smiled and opened his mouth to speak as Garth charged into the bar again, fixing his hat.

"I found him! And the guards!" He exclaims. Bobby widened his eyes and grabbed Sam's wrist, pulling Gabriel along with him. He pulled them behind the bar, and pulled a lever, showing that there was a tunnel let out under the floorboard.

Bobby sighed, and smiled at Sam. "Go on, live your dream. Find peace or whatever." He says.

Gabriel stares into the dark cavern and smirked. "Oh I will, don't worry..." he says in a whisper. A loud thud is heard above the bar as the horse from earlier stamped his hooves against the bar counter.

Sam covers his mouth so his yelp isn't heard. Bobby rolls his eyes and smacks Gabriel in the back of the head.

"Your dream, stinks. I was talking to him." He says in a scowl. Sam smiled nervously and hugged Bobby for a moment.

"Thank you," he whispers before he escapes into the tunnel behind Gabriel. Bobby then closes the hatch, hoping to give them some time.

As Bobby stands back up, Dean walks over and greets him in a hug.

"Bobby, long time no see, huh?" He asks. Bobby nods, smiling a bit as he hugs back.

"Well if you weren't so busy all the time," he starts in a huff. Dean chuckled.

"Bobby, we've talked about this. You know why I search so much. I need to find him. I promised him I'd protect him the day he was born. I failed him on that. So now I gotta find him. Bring him home." Dean says, looking over at the horse.

The horse tries to mess with the floorboards where Sam and Gabriel had been able to escape through.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Cas? You find something?" Dean asks, walking over. He sees the boards are unusually cut, and starts to inspect it a bit.

Castiel rolled his eyes and pressed his hoove against a hidden lever, opening the tunnel.

Dean smiled victoriously. "Great job Cas. Now, lets get this filthy Trickster." He grins before one by one the guards start to pile into the tunnel, making Bobby sigh and hope for the best for Sam and unfortunately, for Gabriel.

#spn #spn fanfiction #supernatural #spn fandom #spn fanfic #sabriel #sabriel/tangled #supernatural/tangled #sabrielspn

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mile9213 · 5 years

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Person A: "So I have made the decision to trust you."

Person B: "A horrible decision, really."

#source: tangled #incorrect quotes #person a and person b #imagine your otp #destiel #sabriel #mormor #merder #merthur #marvey #moreid #sterek #simon x markus #mcdanno #mine #shinran #caskett

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looperplooper · 5 years

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Sabrieltangled au were sam is Repunzel and Eugene is Gabe. Pascel is Dean and Maximus is Cas.

#tangled #sabriel #sammy #samuel #gabe #gabriel #flynn rider #repunzel #sam winchester #archangel #dean spn #spn famdom #richard speight jr #has this been done yet

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incorrect-sabriel-quotes · 7 years

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Sam: I have made the decision to trust you.

Gabriel: A horrible decision, really.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect supernatural quotes #sabriel #spn #source: tangled #supernatural

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la-gordita-mas-bonita · 2 years

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You want to know how old I am???

I'm old enough to have lived through, followed the fandom, and read fanfiction to Rise of the Tangled Brave Dragons.

I'm old enough that I lived, shipped, read fanfiction, and tropes such as Parentlock were popular, and there when it disappeared with the Sherlock fandom.

I'm old enough that I lived in the fandom, shipped Destiel before it was any close to cannon, lived through Sabriel and up until the end.

I am old enough to have lived through SuperWhoLock, joined the Fandom until it died.

I am old enough that I remember when MCR disbanded, and everybody went crazy.

I'm old enough that I remember when tumblr still had porn and people would use fruits as their warning tags.

I'm old enough that I remembered tumblrs weird format that people would only see on tumblr interest posts.

I am old enough(which is not that long but long) to when the Zootopia had that Judy/Nick comic was going around.

I'm old enough that I was there when Arthur had died and everybody lost their minds.

I'm old enough to remember how people used to put tally marks on their arms.

I'm old enough that I remember when I liked someone's shoelaces and how they would tell me who they got it from.

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pherryt · 3 years

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little things about me

Favourite colour: BLUE! Or Autumn. No, don’t try to tell me autumn isn’t a color. it really is

Currently reading: fanfics. Which, I'm never going to catch up. I’m also ‘reading’ other things - if you want to count my audiobooks. In which case, 've been listening to the Witcher books and this series @ialwayscomewhenyoucall rec’d me (Sabriel, Lirael, Abhorsen) on audible and have looked up a few more series I intend to listen to (I haven’t read the latest two Dresden files, or the newest "Others” books (Anne Bishop) and I've been wanting to reacquaint myself with the Sharing Knife series and realized ALL of those have audio books, so, YAY!

Last song: probably something by The Amazing Devil. Specifically from the Horror and the Wild Soundtrack. No! Wait! I was watching that 3 hour thing from Witchercon before I went to bed last night (i didn’t finish though), and there were spots that focused on the musicians from the games and whatever it was they were playing was probably the last song I heard - which was awesome!

Last movie: Tangled (what? don’t look at me like that. I was arting and I needed something I liked for background noise. No, I haven’t seen Black Widow yet, cause I'm supposed to watch that with the kiddo. it’s on my list. BUT if you want to know NEW stuff I've watched, I watched a ton of movies while visiting my mom - for the first time in 2 years! - last week: The Tomorrow War, the 2 new Jumanji’s, Wonder Woman 1984 and um... something else. Not Running Man. that doesn’t count. I saw that a long time ago.)

Last series: Leverage Redemption (after catching up on Loki)

Sweet, spicy or savoury: Uh... not spicy.

Craving: currently nothing. but I just had some sweet Italian sausage that was sprinkled with garlic. Yum!

tagged by @hopelessly-me

I'm supposed to tag other people but.... you do you! if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged, I'd love to get to know you too :D

#get to know you #little things #i'm rambling again #hope why did you tag me #do you really like to listen to me ramble? lol

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moonflower-31 · 4 years

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Confessions - Sabriel Rapunzel AU

Part 7

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Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

As they walked down the tunnel, Gabriel walked behind Sam, summoning a torch when he wasn't looking. Then he ran back up to Sam's side.

"So... let me get this straight... what exactly is off limits for me to ask about?" He asks, giving Sam a confused look, glancing at Crowley who continuously gave him the stink eye.

Sam smiled and laughed a bit, pushing a strand behind his ear again. "Okay, well, just don't ask about anything that doesn't--consern you, alright?" He settles. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"You gotta give me specifics. I already know your father is off-limits, can't talk about the hair cause you're like--crazy afraid someone will steal it or cut it," He starts. Sam nods as he mentions each one.

"Yep, those are definitely none of your buisness." He says, smirking a bit as he looked at him. "By the way how did you find a torch? This place is pretty pitch black." Sam asks, chuckling nervously.

Gabriel looked at him, slightly in a panic. "Oh... you know, just found one on the wall, used flint and steel, the hard ways of life." He insists.

Sam gave him another weird look, and was about to press the issue further. Until light began coming through the end of the tunnel they were coming from, and the sound of guards filtered in.

Gabriel widened his eyes and grabbed Sam by the hand. "No time for questions! Let's just go-!" He exclaimed, pulling Sam through the tunnel as he ran. Sure, he wanted to use his tired and unused wings, but again that would give it all away now wouldn't it?

Sam widened his eyes as he was pulled. "Wait what-?!" He called to Gabriel, feeling uneasy as he was pulled through the tunnel.

Gabriel ignored him and kept pulling him along until they saw more light and they exited the tunnel. Sam looked down, and almost shrieked when he realized how high up they were.

"Loki. You had better have a plan for this!" He exclaimed, looking at Gabriel with a panicked look. Sam rolled his eyes and gave Gabriel his frying pan.

"Just try not to die, please." He says before he launched his hair that he had begun to bundle up and swung to the other side of the canyon.

Gabriel widened his eyes at Sam. "You couldn't have taken me too?!" He exclaimed just as the guards, lead by Dean came through.

Dean grinned triumphantly. "I've waited a long, long time for this one. And you aren't even Loki, are you?" He teased, making Gabriel widen his eyes.

Gabriel panicked, and swung the frying pan, knocking Dean out cold. He let out a shocked laugh and looked back at the guards.

"This, is absolutely the strangest thing I've ever done!" He exclaimed, swinging it again as each guard came at him, knocking them each unconscious.

Once each of the guards were on the ground, Gabriel let out a chuckle. "Oh father I have got to get me one of these!!" He exclaimed, before he heard a neigh sound beside him. He gripped the frying pan in his hand and aimed it at the incoming threat.

Then his triumphant smile faded to one that expressed 'Oh shit-' as he saw the horse, the one who could freaking talk, with a knife in his mouth.

Gabriel gulped and began to fight with the pan, smacking against the horse's jaw and face and its blade. The horse was much more matched though, as when he swung, he knocked the pan straight out of Gabriel's hand.

Immediately Gabriel held up his hand in defeat as the horse held the knife in his face.

"Loki-!" Sam called, before tossing his hair over to Gabriel. "Grab on!" He exclaimed.

Gabriel smirked, and gestured with his hand 'adios' to the horse as he was pulled to the water filter lines. He immediately began to run down them, in which the horse then followed.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-" Gabriel cursed as he felt the filter lines under him begin to heave under his weight.

"Curse all of those cupcakes-!" He swore as the lines finally fell, and the canyon began to fill with water from the dam that the filters were collecting it from.

Sam jumped from the ledge he was at and heaved Gabriel away from the wreckage. "You're gojng to drown you idiot!" he yelled at him. Gabriel rolled his eyes. He knew that he himself wasn't going to drown. But Sam was.

Gabriel grunted as he ran, pulling Sam close to him and holding his waist. "Now you're going to also! What were you thinking?!" He exclaimed as he kept running.

Behind him, a familiar face called out a different name than what Sam knew. "Gabriel!" He called.

Gabriel cursed under his breath. "Fuck, let's just get the hell out of here-!" He called.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "B-but who does he mean by G-Gabriel-!" He asked, not being able to finish his question as Gabriel tugged him forward.

Sam's feet were beginning to ache from running without any foot coverage. He knew he wouldn't be able to run much farther. He surveyed the canyon, searching for a way out when he found a small cavern at the edge.

The water was quickly approaching, so they had no choice and no time to test and see if the cavern was deep. Sam pointed at the cave, and Gabriel nodded, running towards it as fast as he could. At least as fast as his vessel could.

A large column of rock began to tumble towards them from the strength of the water pushing it forward. They reached the cave with seconds to spare, with Sam tugging the rest of his hair into the cave and Gabriel snatching up the frying pan that had been swept back to them. As soon as he grabbed the frying pan and pulled it back, the rock collided with the cave's entrance, trapping the three inside.

Crowley curled up in Sam's hair, shivering from fear. Sam was pressed against the back of the cave, and cursed as he couldn't find an immediate way out.

Gabriel sighed as he pressed his hand over a few of the rocks, trying to sense and see if they would lead to their way out. As he did so, he pulled at rocks, trying to see if maybe his grace would work better if he were closer to the surface. In doing so he scrapped his hand, making him hiss and pull his hand back in pain.

"Shit-" he cursed, holding his hand. Sam frowned at his hand, and began to think of how to tell him that he can heal him. Then the water began to fill the cavern up. Slowly, but still entering through the cracks the rock had left.

Gabriel cursed again, knowing he had to save Sam from this watery prison. He took a deep breath for simplicity and dove under the deep, dark and musty water, unable to find anything.

He cursed again and came back up to the surface, wincing at his cut hand. Sam leaned against the wall, feeling terrible and defeated.

Sam watched Gabriel with a sad look. He already knew it was no use. But he was going to try anyway.

Sam took a big gulp of air and tried to search under the rising water for an exit. Gabriel widened his eyes, panicking for Sam's safety as he pulled him back up.

"It's no use, Sam. The water is pitch black. You can't see anything." He assures Sam in a calmer voice. Gabriel got a bit confused. Why now? Was it because after so long of pretending to be human his head was telling him he was going to die? Was he finally admitting to something he refused to acknowledge? No, no he wasn't. Angels didn't love humans. It was crazy. Wasn't it?

Sam slightly sobbed, leaning against Gabriel with a hiccup in his chest. "I'm sorry... I never should have left my stupid tower... then you wouldn't..." Sam whimpers, tears running down his cheeks.

Gabriel felt something halt in his chest, a feeling maybe. He hesitantly wrapped an arm around Sam, holding him close to his frame and sighing, looking down at the rapidly rising water. So this was it. This was going to be his end. He'd spend forever down here because the water wasn't going to go away and it was too dark to see anything. He was going to waste away here with Sam withering away with him.

Was it too late for confessions?

Gabriel tilted Sam's chin up from where he had been hunched down in the water. "Hey... since... since this is kinda the end for me, I wanted you to know I..." he started. He was going to be here forever. No one would find out.

Sam wiped his eyes and stood up again, holding onto Gabriel. "You what?" He asks, sniffling.

Gabriel let out a sigh before he finally continued. "My real name isn't Loki. I... I'm not even human. My name is Gabriel." He confessed, closing his eyes shamefully. He felt bad for keeping this from Sam all of a sudden. Was it really that much of a burden on him? He guessed so.

Sam chuckled sadly, holding onto Gabriel still and sniffling. "Well... no one else is gonna know, right?" He asks in a sad laugh. Gabriel smiled mournfully and nodded.

"I... I have magic hair that glows when I sing." He admits, looking down at the rising water. Gabriel gives Sam a bewildered look.

"Wait... what?" He asks, squeezing Sam closer. Sam widened his eyes, looking at Gabriel as he realized with a smile.

"I have--magic hair that glows when I sing!" He reiterates in an exclaimation. He looks down at the water that was now at his shoulders and began to sing the spell as the water finally rose above their heads.

"Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine-" he sang quickly before taking in a large gulp of air before the water engulfed them.

A few seconds pass before a golden glow can be seen in the water. Gabriel lets out a bit of his air he had taken in in surprise. Sam forced his eyes open, and looked for where they could maybe find a way out.

Thats when he saw his hair being drawn towards an area of rocks that seemed looser than the others. Sam gave Gabriel a look before he swam towards the cluster of rocks and began pulling the rocks away, clearing an opening.

Gabriel hissed a bit as his hand got more irritated. He'd have to heal it when they reached the surface. Sam took over and started to pull the rocks away faster, and finally reached the other side, his arm pushing through.

After a good long and hard push from both of them, the wall of rocks caved in, and the three were launched out of the cavern.

Gasping, they both heaved themselves onto the shore. Sam looked over at Gabriel and raised an eyebrow as he panted. "I-I thought you weren't...weren't human, how come you need air?" He chuckled weakily.

Gabriel glared at him in annoyance as he pulled himself back onto the ground, offering Sam his hand. Sam took it and Gabriel pulled him onto the grass.

"Hey, pretending to be human for so long, you kinda have habits you can't get rid of." He explains, pulling Sam over and away from the water.

Gabriel takes a seat on a fallen log, and starts to manually dry his clothes with his grace.

Sam glances over at him as he wrings out his hair one portion at a time. "You know, I could use a bit of help over here." He teased. Gabriel rolled his eyes and faced his cut hand towards Sam, and began to try and use his grace.

Sam instead scooted himself closer, taking Gabriel's hand in his. "Wait, just... let me do this, okay?" He asks. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

"What are you going to do?" He asks. He looks down and sees Crowley curl up in Sam's hair, almost expectant.

Sam sighed and looked up into Gabriel's eyes. "Look, my hair... it doesn't just glow." He starts. Gabriel raised an eyebrow, shaking his head in confusion.

Sam sighed and wrapped Gabriel's hand in his hair. He didn't care that Crowley had been in his hair. Though the rat had never actually done it before.

"Just... please, you said you aren't human so, don't freak out, alright?" He says, giving Gabriel a wary look.

Gabriel mouths a 'what' before Sam starts to sing again, forcing him to be quiet.

"Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine," he starts, the roots of his hair beginning to glow. Gabriel widens his eyes again, thankful to be able to see the magic in person and without being on Death's dinner plate.

"Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine," Sam continues, more of his hair taking on the golden glow. "Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design," he sings, closing his eyes as he sang. Almost like he'd had to do this over and over again. A thousand times.

"Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine." He finishes, and then looks up at Gabriel, taking his hair off of his hand, which now had no sign of ever being cut in the first place.

Gabriel widened his eyes, and almost began to freak out at how in the hell a human had that ability, when he looked behind Sam, and immediately stood up, pulling him behind him. A figure had been standing behind him, a rather rounded figure.

"I said don't freak out-oh my god what is that?!" Sam exclaimed, hiding behind Gabriel.

"You really don't recognize me, Moose? Of course I am missing the little pink tail and buck teeth. Would you like me to squeak for you?" A british accent asks, the figure stepping over to them. Into the light steps a man who was now dressed in a suit-like attire with a red tie to match. He had a black beard that wasn't too long, and his hairline was receeding.

Sam tilted his head in confusion, stepping forward. "C-crowley?" He asks. The man smirked and rang an invisible bell.

"We have a winner, this one. Yes, I was your little rat friend. Your 'father' cursed me. I was just trying to help you." He says in an annoyed voice.

Sam still stood there in shock. This was really Crowley? The rat that always gave him advice? Perhaps.

Sam then smiled at Crowley, pulling him into a tight hug.

Crowley let out a sound of discomfort, and waited for Sam to stop the hug. "Thank you... well, I'm not one for affection, sorry." He admits, running a hand up and down his suit.

Sam broke the hug and rubbed his neck. "S-sorry... I just... I never knew. I would have helped you sooner if I did." He says.

Crowley shrugged. "There is only so much you can say when you are a two toothed rodent that only eats cheese." He says, looking over at Gabriel.

Gabriel was still in disbelief, running a hand through his own hair. "So-so you're like... you were cursed?" He asks.

Crowley rolls his eyes. "Yes, how many times must I say it?" He asks, gesturing at him. "For an angel you are really stupid." He says.

Sam does a double take and looks between Gabriel and Crowley. "A-an angel?" He asks.

Gabriel rubbed his neck. "Told ya I wasn't human." He admits. Sam puts his head in his hands and shook his head.

"Okay... lets... lets just build a fire. We need to settle in for the night anyway." He says, looking back up at Gabriel.

Gabriel winked and nodded. "Sure thing." He says, snapping his fingers and building a fire out of thin air.

Sam rolled his eyes and looked at the fire Gabriel just conjured out of thin air. This was all too much. The flame was real, he checked as soon as the fire came into existance.

Gabriel took a seat again. "So, are we asking questions now? Cause I got one for you Moose." He says, looking at Sam.

Sam looked up from the fire and away from his thoughts. "Hm? What?" He asks. Crowley narrowed his eyes at Gabriel, wary of what he was going to ask.

Gabriel cleared his throat at Crowley's stare, gulping for a moment. "Anyway... Sam, what's with that one brown strand of hair? Its like, the only part that didn't glow when you sang." He asks. Crowley growled and Sam put a hand on his shoulder to assure him Gabriel wasn't in the wrong.

"Well... when I was young, my father told me some people tried to cut my hair when I was born. And when they did..." he stopped, pulling the strand into his lap. "It turned dark brown. It lost its power. So he resolved to keeping me in the tower. To keep me and this gift safe." He explains, running his hand through the darker strand.

Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, but as his eyes trailed up he gulped. He cleared his throat and stood up. "You know what? I'm... I'm gonna go get some more fire wood. Crowley, come with me. I could use the help." He says, and soon after walks away, Crowley behind him, grumbling in annoyance.

Sam smiled at Gabriel as he walked away, before he heard a rustle behind him.

#sabriel #spn #spnfamily #supernatural #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #sabrielspn #sabriel/tangled #supernatural/tangled #gabriel/sam #sam/gabriel

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goodheavensgwen · 3 years

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10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms

Tagged by @drowningbydegrees!

1) Elle Woods (Legally Blonde, the musical in particular. She’s absolutely my favorite character ever.)

2) The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (Marvel comics. She’s a fucking delight. Highly highly recommend her comics.)

3) Captain Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek: Voyager is my favorite Star Trek series, no contest.)

4) Rapunzel (Tangled, Disney fandom. If we separate Pixar into its own fandom then also Riley from Inside Out, particularly Joy.)

5) Yennefer (The Witcher. I just love her SO much.)

6) Sabriel (The Abhorsen book series. Still my favorite books ever.)

7) Arwen (Lord of the Rings. lotr is perfect, there isn’t any more to say other than that.)

8) Jane Bennett (Jane Austen fandom. I’ve always had a soft spot for Jane.)

9) Roxy (Kingsman. Can I marry her please?)

10) Artemis (Greek gods fandom. She’s always been my favorite. Remarkably, it took me YEARS to figure out I was gay. 😅)

Huh. My faves are all either incredibly persistent balls of sunshine, deeply determined, gay, or some combination therein.

I tag anyone who’s interested! This was fun. :D

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naitiaclo960writings · 5 years

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Days 16, 17 - Halo / Limbo

~ Warning for graphic depiction of torture and violence. Also, kind of body horror. ~

A heartbreaking cry rose in the unbreakable air of Hell. A sound that was quickly lost in the immensity of the place, drowned in turn under the multitudes of crying, whining, groaning and suffering. Hell was a fun place to visit with family.

A strangled complaint, a sound of slashes flesh, a supplication… However, a singular noise detached itself from the others, frozen in the air like a sinister melody. A laugh rose from the tortured souls and remained suspended in Limbo, a fatal sentence for all the poor fellows who had landed in this secluded and cursed place of Hell. A dreaded and feared laugh from all, for the name of the person to whom he belonged was enough to make tremble any heap of putrid meat down here.

Dean let escape a trembling complaint between his clenched teeth, his face pale and tense with pain. He felt the blade sink a little deeper into his ribs before his executioner yank sharply, the double-edged parts of the knife plunging wildly into his flesh and pulling off a new horrified cry from Dean. Alastair laughed again, snapping his tongue against his palate while contemplating his work. Dean — or at least what was left of the man who had one day been — was drenched in sweat and blood, his hair stuck to his forehead, and the old gray t-shirt that had followed him to Hell was woefully hanging on his shoulders, in tatters. The t-shirt was not the only element to have been torn: the lower part of the man’s body was attached only by a miracle to his bust, whole parts of his body missing or lying pitifully on the floor below him. Dean didn’t even have the strength to throw up. He wasn’t even sure if he still had a stomach anyway. The funny part about Hell was that no matter what you were cut off, you always end up getting it back at some point or another so the maddening cycle can start over and over and over again.

Alastair pushed his blade. Dean screamed. The demon laughed. Although Alastair was the most feared and notorious executioner in Limbo, Dean had more reason to be afraid of him. This psychopath had not stopped picking on him since the many years he had landed in Hell, coming to see him every day and spending hours laughing at him, humiliating him, demeaning him, torturing him and… worse. A nasty chill lifted what was left of Dean’s spine, causing him to spasm with pain.

- "Dean…" Alastair said, grabbing his victim’s chin to force him to cross his gaze, his nasal voice prolonging Dean’s first name with a mocking voice.

Dean was exhausted by hours of torture and screaming, his throat on fire from screaming too much, but he let his eyes resolutely lowered. If he had learned anything during his years of ordeal, it was that you should not provoke Alastair to push him to prolong his sessions. Looking him in the eye wasn’t something he’d been doing for at least ten years.

- "Stay with me, Dean." The demon said, a perverse smile in his voice. "I still have so much to cut out, here, down there…" Dean held an anxious yelp when Alastair lowered his pointed nails near his pelvis. " You wouldn’t want me to get tired of you, hm?" And his laugh resumed. Cold. Crazy.

Dean gulp hard, swallowing the bile and blood that kept getting stuck in his throat. Finally, Alastair released his chin, letting his head fall heavily before starting again to pull on the handle of his knife. Dean regretted not being able to pass out.

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The immeasurable satisfaction he felt at the sight of the blood on the poor girl’s body almost made him nauseous. After all, she only ended up in Hell because she killed to avenge the cruel murder of her son. Did she really deserve to be here? Dean shrugged, he wasn’t there to judge, he was there to punish now.

Ten more years had passed since Alastair offered to take his razor. Ten years that he had accepted, in tears, begging, body and soul exhausted with so much pain. Again and again, pain. From now on, he didn’t feel any empathy for inflicting sharp pain if it meant he wouldn’t suffer anymore, and it was probably worse somewhere, but Dean didn’t care.

Of course, Alastair always found fun with him in one way or another, but the most important thing was that he had less fun than before. Instead, he was teaching Dean how to dislodge ribs, how to play with his victim’s mind until it was broken, which types of instruments were the slowest to penetrate the skin and which parts of the body were the most sensitive and painful. The demon even once said that Dean had a gift and that inflicting pain to others was innate in him. Dean has simply skinned his current victim while wincing.

He liked it.

He loved the feeling of finally being in power, of being the one who hurt rather than the one who screamed. He liked to watch his victims tremble as he approached and begged him to stop. He liked to say no. He loved it all, because if he didn’t connect to something, then he would end up crazy. Maybe he already was? Here, in Limbo, everything was nothing but chaos and horror, he assumed that it was difficult to call someone sane in an environment as tormented as this one. From time to time he had stumbled upon many souls who eagerly awaited their punishment, enjoying the pleasure of being tortured and humiliated. He was almost grateful that he snapped before he ended up like them.

Every day looked the same in Hell. He dismembered someone, ignored the supplications, passed on to another suffering person and started again. He took a knife. Sometimes a hammer. He had once been very inventive with an ice pick and some boiling saltwater. And when Alastair needed him, he submitted without question and obeyed, like the good little dog he had become.

That was all his death came down to now, he had better accept it quickly.

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One day, however, his daily routine — if there was any real logical time space in Limbo — was singularly different from the others. To begin with, the souls were almost all calm when he took his knife, their attention turned to the flashes of pure lights that streaked the dark and infinite sky of Limbo. A rumor had been running that Hell was being attacked and that enemy creatures were powerful enough to destroy the demons by a single touch. Dean didn’t think much of it. Of course, this brought some distraction to the monotony of his existence below, but he was not under any illusions. If these creatures were defeated, then everything would go back to the way it was. If they triumphed, he would be destroyed, regardless of the fact that he was one day a victim of demons. From then on, he was just as monstrous as they were, and he didn’t know if he felt relieved or not at the thought of someone finally ending his unholy existence.

He had time to torture five souls before the sky opened above them and a blinding light cleared the darkness of Limbo. Strangely, the light seemed alone, but was powerful enough for all the demons down here to retreat and go to the furthest corners of the underworld of Hell.

Dean didn’t have the strength to move. Not envy either, if this light had come to punish him then he accepted it, he deserved more than anything to be struck for everything he had done. But there was more than that: something fascinated him in the way that the light moved, approaching him like a butterfly near a lighthouse in the night. When the creature was close enough to touch him, it firmly grabbed his shoulder, burning his skin, and Dean closed his eyes with resignation.

An unbearable sound rose from the creature, as if he were trying to speak and scream at the same time, but Dean managed to distinguish something in this tangle of cries that made him open his eyes.

- "Dean Winchester."

The latter nodded reluctantly although he knew that the creature did not expect any response from him. It was what he used to call himself, he almost forgot it…

- "Dean Winchester is saved." The voice spoke again.

And as the light drew him to himself and lifted him up in the air, he raised his eyes and contemplated what he could see of the creature with fascination, even if it meant burning his retina. Dean thought he could see a head somewhere, or perhaps several, and huge wings were splitting the air around them, the creature holding Dean’s body with an iron grip. Over his so-called head, Dean could have sworn he could see a halo. Maybe he really had gone crazy after all, because there was nothing like angels. And if they existed, it was inconceivable that they would care about him. What angel would be crazy enough to face whole Hell just to save him? He was the last person who deserved a second chance down here.

* * *

@winchester-reload I’m soooooooo late, it’s not even forgivable anymore (: I got sick and I got behind schedule on the Suptober, and there you go... So I don’t think I’ll be able to update daily or for the right day anymore, but I’ll sure finish this Suptober, even if I have to finish it at the beginning of November! So stay tunes, and thank you again for your lovely messages and likes, it’s awesome!

You can check my masterlist for the Suptober 2019 here

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archangelgabriellives · 5 years

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Lazy Mornings

for @flamerush101

sabriel prompt: early morning snuggles + fluff ensues please

Sam woke up warm.

Which in and of itself was nothing new. Sam usually ran hot as a furnace. But this morning, wrapped up in his thin sheets, the heat radiating at his back came from a different source.

It was familiar, the feeling of Gabriel’s arms wrapped around Sam’s chest. They had been a thing for a little while now, and this was something that Sam liked. The security that came with being wrapped up in another’s grip. To be the one protected.

Long, calloused fingers lightly grazed a path down Gabriel’s arm, and the archangel shifted closer in his sleep. The warm, soft breath at the back of his neck chased away any lingering thoughts of sleep, and Sam pushed back closer to the solid heat behind him.

“It’s a little early for that, don't you think, Sam a lam?” Gabriel murmured sleepily.

“Never,” Sam said through his lazy smile. “And as you've made so very clear,” he said with a slow wiggle of his hips, “you were never one to be against a little early morning fun.”

Gabriel groaned, curling closer into Sam’s back. “You're killing me here, kiddo.”

“That’s the idea, baby.” Sam undulated his body, his breathing getting more and more ragged as Gabriel’s hands traveled lower and lower. They tickled, probed, explored their way down the planes of muscles and tangled in the course hair just above the hem of Sam’s sleeping pants.

Gabriel hummed, leaning forward to nibble on Sam’s ear. “Should I keep going?” he asked, running his finger along the elastic.

“Don't you dare stop.”

#we be drabbling #short and sweet tonight #sabriel #my fic #drabble #lazy mornings #snuggles #fluff

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thewhiterabbit42 · 5 years

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Tags Revamp

After receiving some feedback and specific requests over the last several months regarding story tags, I am deleting my taglist as of July 1st and starting from scratch with a new tag system. Any fics posted before then will continue to use the old tagging system.

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Because tags are still not reliable, anyone currently on a tag list will get tagged 2 more times if not heard from.

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ALL the tags - You’re getting it all. The good. The bad. The ugly. Ships. Reader inserts. OFCs. The whole shebang.

Character Tags

These tags are character x reader / OFC only and include every variation of said character. Dark. Regular. AU. Does not include threesomes.

Gabe Squad (Gabriel)

OT Squad (Original Trickster aka Loki)

Dean’s Beans (Dean)

Sammich Squad (Sam)

Brit Squad (Ketch and Mick)

God Squad (Chuck, Gadreel, Balthazar, and Castiel)

Polyship Tags

Lucky #3(+) Squad - All pairings with 3 or more people. Specific polyships will not be tagged individually, because there’s simply too many combinations.

Polyships written to date (though more may be added): Gabriel x reader x Dean, Debriel x reader, Sabriel x reader, Sam x reader x Gabriel, Gabriel x reader x Gadreel, Gabriel x reader x Loki

Ships

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Sassafrass Squad (Debriel)

Currently being tagged:

ALL the tags:

@girl-next-door-writes @fand0maniac @feelmyroarrrr @lucifer-in-leather @blondecoffeecake @tistai @room-with-a-cat @authoressskr @revwinchester @flufy07 @tardis-is-mine @tangle-of-ivy @luciferseclipse @mrswhozeewhatsis @protectivedestiel @angelofwinchester17 @phantomwarrior12 @jeanjeaniethings @wontlookaway @copperseraphim @fandomsrourlives @archangelgabriellives @shadows-and-padlocked-hearts @mizzezm @disneymarina @zpandaqueen @idabbleincrazy @katekvnes @han68000 @brokencasbutt67-writer @crashdevlin @klinenovakwinchester @bofa-deans-nuts @sherlockedtash88 @lovelyhexbag

Gabe Squad:

@bloodstained-porcelain-doll @lacqueluster @baritonechick @samikitten @kazosa @nobodys-baby-now @acarpouschimerical @cipherwheeldecoder @megasimpleplan4ever @azlinh @fruitypieq @koithings @booknerd1324 @the-kryomancer @karichanarts @archangelashiah @calamity-chaos @erisunderthemoon @hankypranky @missihart23 @curious-trickster @gabegirrl86 @trickster-emissarie @sweetmisseddreams2002 @bun-dpdbny @greeneyedtrickster @marichromatic @ourloveisforthelovely @supernaturalways

@a-wing-and-a-pen (No Sam/Ketch/Lucifer)

OT (Original Trickster) Squad: @nobodys-baby-now @angelofthel0rt @calamitychaos @archangelashiah @the-kryomancer

Dean’s Beans: @marichromatic @polina-93

Sammich Squad:

Mick Squad: @rax-writes @fruitypieq

#tags #tags list revamp #Tags July 2019

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petrichoravellichor · 5 years

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Lemme have Sabriel and #32

#32 - a kiss to wake up

(Blah blah blah, this got longer than I meant for it to, blah blah blah…)

What Your Heart Meant (~1.7k words)

(Read on AO3)

Sam snapped awake just in time to keep from falling out of the chair. He swore under his breath as he steadied himself, gaze flickering instinctively to the figure that lay motionless on the bed.

“Sorry,” murmured Sam, “didn’t mean to nod off on you.” He didn’t know if Gabriel could hear him, but it felt wrong to just ignore him...particularly when there was so much Sam wanted to say. For the moment, however, he had to content himself with scooting the chair just a little bit closer to the edge of the mattress and resuming his vigil as the events of ten hours prior replayed in his head...

***

Michael had made quick work of Lucifer. He'd stabbed him in the abdomen and smiled as Lucifer’s eyes blazed white and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Then he knelt briefly to wipe his blade on his dead brother’s shirt, attention shifting to Sam and Dean and…

“Can it be?” Michael stood, and his smug expression faltered slightly. “Gabriel?”

Oh crap, thought Sam. He turned to tell Dean and Gabriel that they had to go, now, only to find the Gabriel regarding him with a look of pained determination.

“Go,” Gabriel said, voice low and urgent. He tilted his head in the direction of the rift. “I can buy some time.”

Sam felt the bottom fall out of his stomach. What?! No. No no no…“Gabriel,” he managed, and something was wrong with his throat, because his voice sounded raw and rough. Without meaning to, he took a step forward. “Don’t—”

“All I did on Earth was run.” Gabriel’s hazel eyes shimmered in the dying light. “I’m not running anymore.” He turned to Dean, lips quirking upward in an attempt at a smile. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

Dean sucked in a breath, clearly recognizing the words he’d snarled at Gabriel all those years ago when they'd left the archangel in a ring of holy fire. Before Dean could respond, though, Gabriel returned his attention to Sam, and his smile faltered.

“Sorry, Sam,” he said quietly. He turned and started to walk away, and something inside Sam snapped.

“No!” Before Sam knew what he was doing, he’d closed the distance between them, fist tangling in Gabriel’s jacket. Gabriel looked at him, stunned, and Sam threw caution to the wind. He willed every bit of everything he’d ever felt for Gabriel to the surface, thoughts blaring like a horn before battle. “Gabe, no, you can’t, I—”

Gabriel yanked Sam down by his collar and kissed him. Their lips crashed together with such intensity that Sam suddenly understood how stars felt when they supernovaed, collapsing inward and then exploding in a burst of brilliant color. He kissed Gabriel back as though it were the only thing that mattered, as if they were the only two beings left in the—

WHAM!

Michael's shockwave barreled into them with the force of a charging bull. Sam landed hard on the ground several feet away, gasping at the shadows that swam across his vision. He only dimly registered his brother's frantic yells as Dean heaved him to his feet, slinging one of Sam’s arms over his shoulder and pulling him in the direction of the rift.Behind them, blades clashed like thunder...and then didn’t…

“No,” grunted Sam. He dug in his heels. “No, not without—”

“Dammit, Sammy, we gotta go!”

“No!” And before Dean could stop him, Sam had freed himself and was running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

Michael had disarmed Gabriel and had him by the throat. A silvery stream of grace flowed from a gash in Gabriel’s neck straight into Michael’s mouth; within seconds, the stream was gone. Michael flung Gabriel to the ground, sneering as the latter groaned in pain. “You were always the weakest of us, always willing to abandon Heaven to run around with these hairless apes.” He knelt down, snatching Gabriel by the hair and jerking his head upward. “Well, brother, if you love them so much, then you can die as one of them.” He raised his blade…

Sam crashed into Michael, catching him by surprise and sending them both toppling to the ground. He drew back his fist and punched Michael as hard as he could, crying out as his fist connected with what felt like a brick wall. A split second later Michael's fist smashed into his nose, sending him flying backward in a shower of blood. Then Michael’s hands were around his neck, squeezing and choking and—

Dean appeared out of nowhere, throwing himself on top of Michael with a deafening roar and driving Gabriel’s discarded blade into the back of Michael's neck. Michael howled with fury, releasing Sam and falling backward to wrestle with Dean, whom he quickly pinned to the ground.

“You...fucking...maggots,” spat Michael. “You think something like you can kill someone like me?” He let out a feral laugh, reaching back and yanking out the archangel blade Dean had stabbed him with. “Don’t you know we can only be killed by one of our own, and not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m the last one standing." He raised the blade. "I’m not the one who’s dying today.”

“Maybe not,” yelled Sam, and Michael's eyes snapped over to glare, then widened in shock, “but neither are we!” And before Michael could fully get out his scream of fury, Sam slammed his hand down onto the blood-drawn banishing sigil, blasting Michael away in a burst of brilliant white light.

***

Back at the bunker, Sam watched as Gabriel’s chest continued its slow rise and fall. He and Dean had managed to carry the unconscious archangel-turned-human back through the rift, and Cas had immediately set to work healing them all, but though the angel had been able to mend Sam’s hand and nose, his attempts at rousing Gabriel had proven futile.

“This isn’t something I can fix,” he’d informed them sadly after his third try. “I’m afraid the only thing we can do is wait and see if he wakes up.”

And so they’d laid Gabriel down in the spare bedroom he’d been using, and Sam had brought in a chair to wait. Either Dean or Cas had checked in every hour or so, but with all of the new hunters they’d rescued from the apocalypse universe now filling the bunker and itching to explore their brave new world, both were needed elsewhere, especially since there was nothing else they could do for Gabriel at the moment.

Not that there’s anything I can do, thought Sam bitterly, and God, what an absolutely novel feeling that was, watching helplessly as someone he cared about suffered. It was times like this that Sam couldn’t help but think the universe hated him, that he was nothing more than the punchline of some cosmic joke, the idiot who let himself fall in love only to have his heart crushed over and over and over again. Hadn’t he given enough? Was it so much to ask that he be allowed to keep something, someone, for himself, just once, and be happy?

“Death can’t have you,” he whispered. “Not yet, not like this.” He reached out and took Gabriel’s hand. “You don’t get to die today, you hear me? You’re gonna wake up, and we’re gonna talk, and somehow, I’m gonna convince you to stay. But, Gabe, you’ve gotta wake up.” He hesitated, then raised Gabriel’s hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss into the palm. “Please, just...just wake up.”

No sooner had Sam spoken than Gabriel shifted, letting out a low groan. A moment later, his eyes were fluttering open, head tilting slightly on the pillow as he blinked up at the figure next to him. “Sam?”

Sam nearly choked on his breath, barely managing a soft “Hey” in return.

Gabriel’s gaze shifted to the hand that Sam was still holding, and he smiled in dazed contentment before snapping suddenly to attention, snatching his hand back and attempting to heave himself up on the bed. “Shit, Michael, I’ve gotta—”

“He’s gone,” said Sam quickly. He placed a steady hand on Gabriel’s shoulder and easing him back down. “We got away, and he’s trapped in the apocalypse universe with no way of getting through. It’s over.”

Gabriel looked up at him with a rare expression of genuine shock. “No shit, really?”

Sam smiled. “Yeah, really.”

“Well I’ll be Dad-damned,” said Gabriel. He fell back against the pillow with a scoff. “And here I thought I was gonna go out a hero, holding off the big bad while you and your less-attractive older brother beat a hasty retreat. So much for my redemption arc.”

“Gabe, about what happened,” said Sam, and oh God, he was terrified of where this conversation was going to go, “I just...I want you to know that I...that if this,” he gestured between the two of them, “is something you want, that I want it too. And if you don’t…” Sam’s heart clenched painfully in his chest, but he forced himself to continue, “and if you don’t, then...then I hope we can be friends.”

Gabriel looked at him as though he’d grown an additional head. He sat up again, slowly this time, scooting over on the mattress until he and Sam were only inches apart. “And here I always thought you were the smart one,” he said, shaking his head, lips twitching in an amused smile. “Don’t you get it, you big doof? I’ve wanted you for years, and now that we’ve finally sorted out all of my interdimensional family drama, I’m gonna be on you like gum on a shoe. Not even wild hellhounds could drag me away.” He cocked an eyebrow, smile widening. “Also, if I’m gonna be slumming it human-style on a permanent basis, I’m gonna need someone to bring me cakes and cookies and the like, so tag, sugar, you’re it.”

Sam chuckled. "Deal," he said, and pulled Gabriel in for a kiss.

#sam winchester #gabriel #sabriel #supernatural #spn #what your heart meant #fanfiction #my writing #sabriel fic #sabriel angst #sabriel hurt comfort

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