#savegabe2k18

What if this is the season we get a ship becoming canon?

What if it’s not Destiel?

Gabriel, a character who has showed up five times in twelve seasons, is my favorite fucking character in this entire shitshow.

And he’s back.

Gabriel is alive.

Gabriel is alive and back.

And is also in Hell.

Asmodeus stood before him, grinning, and twisted the golden knife. Sam cried out in pain. Gabriel caught the human as he crumpled to the ground and held him close. Sam could faintly hear the angel humming a familiar tune as everything started to fade…

Sam jerked awake, breathing heavily. The details of whatever nightmare that had woken him slipped away quicker than he would’ve liked. Something about Gabriel?

So I kinda messed around with @talkingtomyselfagain‘s prompt but this is the outcome. 

So I’m beyond tired and also wayy to proud of this to care that it’s got major fecking spoilers for the Melissa Series. Enjoy your spoilers and pain.

I think  @talkingtomyselfagain threatened to kill me at one point while I wrote this so, Talky, this is for you <3

Spoilers for 13x17 below, though it’s been almost a week so idk why you wouldn’t have seen something about this yet.

“He isn’t dead,” Robin told him.

Except he was.

When they were leaving the Elysian Fields Hotel, Sam had been a bit preoccupied with an unconscious Mel and dragging his furious, screaming daughter away from Lucifer and the appearance of his son (he had a son now?). But once they had parted ways with Kali and he was sure everyone was fairly safe at the motel, Sam had gone back to see the damage.

Gabriel’s vessel, cold and empty, lay on the ground, a pair of wings burnt into the floor beneath him.

Sam sprinted back to the car.

“It’s not what you think.” Robin was sitting in the backseat. “He isn’t dead.”

“I saw him,” Sam said, quietly. “He’s gone. He died. It’s my fault.”

“It’s not,” the kid promised. “We would know, Dad. He isn’t dead.”

Except he was.

“He isn’t dead,” Tryx insisted.

Except he was.

“This is our first real lead since the Apocalypse!” Tryx shouted. “You can’t just expect me not to follow it! He needs help!”

“It was a trick!” Sam yelled back. “Metatron was trying to manipulate Cas! Gabriel is gone and I’m not going to let you risk yourself for a wild goose chase!”

Tryx stamped her foot. The look on her face was so dangerously close to Hela that Sam worried for a moment she would go pagan and turn him into a grease stain. But he couldn’t let her go out alone. Not when she would inevitably get her heart broken when she came back empty-handed. “I’m not going to stay here when I know what’s going on, Dad! He’s out there somewhere! He isn’t dead!”

Except he was.

“He isn’t dead,” Mel assured him.

Except he was.

It was after Dean left with the soul bomb. After the British Men of Letters took him. After he found out that their mother was back.

Sam didn’t know how Mel was always able to know exactly what he was thinking about (she swore on her grace she never read his mind), but she was always spot on.

“Didn’t have time,” she scoffed, plopping into the seat next to him. “Didn’t have time to put Raphael through behavior therapy is more like it. Fucking Chuck.”

Sam snotted. “Oh, because Gabriel wouldn’t have needed therapy either?”

“He could’ve told us where that cherry sucking Trickster was hiding,” Mel grumbled. “We could’ve gone and found him.”

“He’s dead,” Sam reminded his niece. “And apparently rebuilding archangels is hard.”

Mel let out a breath. “Look, I may not know my Grandpa well, but I know when he’s deflecting. Uncle Gabe is still alive, Sam. He isn’t dead.”

Except he was.

And then Ketch returned to the bunker and he brought them a gift.

Sam nearly dropped his gun.

Robin did. “Papa!” he gasped and appeared at Tryx’s side to help the bloody Archangel to into a chair.

Sam swallowed and could only stare at his two kids fussing over their wide-eyed and clearly traumatized parent. Ketch was in the bunker and Tryx looked incredibly pale and far too weak, but that barely registered. He didn’t catch what Dean had said, his eyes were locked on the sight before him. “No, no. This is impossible. He… he was dead.”

Except he wasn’t.