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Sam saw Metatron stab Dean. He saw the light leave Dean's eyes.
So why was he back in Broward County listening to "Heat of the moment" by Asia, with Dean yelling at him to get up because it was time for break-fast. Like Lucifer had never happened. Or the soulless version of him that had run around for a year. Or Leviathan. Or angels. Or anything that Sam remember doing for the past seven years, rewound to the Tuesday that Dean died again.
"Dean? The hell?" Sam murmured, "Why are you…?" Sam faltered, unsure of what to ask, not knowing if Dean remembered everything or it was just him.
Because he was sure that his life was being messed with and so were his memories. And only one person had the mojo for that.
"You gonna stay in bed all day?"
"No, just, just give me a second alright? I had a really crazy dream." Sam continued staring at Dean in complete wonder.
"Clowns or midgets?" Dean remarks with a smirk.
'All of the above and worse' Sam thinks. "Not funny, Dean."
"Oh, Come on! It was a little funny."
"You know what? I'm going out for a bit. Don't follow me. I have my phone, call me if you're dying. No wait," Sam paused thinking about the endless Tuesdays where it was useless for him to try to stop Dean dying, "Don't call me if you're dying. I'll see you in a few hours."
"Ok. Jeez. You'll tell me if something is wrong or if you need me, right?" Dean asked.
'There's so much trust. So this is what that felt like…' Sam thought.
"Yeah whatever, jerk." Sam replied, throwing on his jacket. He slammed the motel door, he took a deep breath and exhaled, he started walking until he reached the diner where the Trickster, or Gabriel as he knows now, is eating pancakes.
'Pancakes drowned in syrup. That's his favorite' Sam remembered, going back to the Dream/Vision he saw.
"Loki," Sam whispered into Gabriel's ear. "How have you been?"
"Sammy! Just the man I was looking for!" Loki said.
"If you think that last whatever it was, was funny?"
"Whoa Samsquatch! Calm your mooses. That last thing? Wasn't me. Someone else put you in a trance inside my time loop. You've been asleep or the past couple of days, I had to put Dean under a similar trance so he didn't go on a rampage."
"Do you know what I was dreaming about?" Sam questioned, "Because if you do then I know who you are."
"Oh? And who might that be Sam? Because I could be anybody you wanted me to be." Gabriel whispered.
"Really Gabriel? Anybody I want, huh?" Sam murmured tauntingly, waiting for Gabriel to catch his slip.
"Yep! Anybody!" Gabriel had continued talking and Sam started to snort and laugh.
"Really, Gabriel, you didn't notice?" Sam said teasingly, "Oh mighty archangel! Nothing get past you does it!"
"I hate you." Gabriel pouted, "Really, that's how you want to play it? You're teasing a trickster! I'll get you back!"
"Yeah, whatever, Gabe." Sam said before placing a soft kiss on Gabriel's cheek.
Gabriel spluttered, "Gabe? Since when did I let you all me that! I never even gave you permission to call me Gabriel."
"Your permission came when we bonded." Sam said with a small smile, remembering that fantastic night.
"Bonded? Since when? And for the record. I don't dream snoop. I respect peoples dreamscape."
"We bonded when we finally realized our feelings for each other and when it was the second best option to stopping the apocalypse."
"Oh so I was just a tool?"
"Not at all. I love you Gabriel. Honestly. But the only options I had were to bond with another archangel, or say yes to Lucifer, regain control and jump back into the cage with him riding shotgun." Sam said, putting his hand on Gabriel's, trying to convey all the love Sam had for him through touch. "After we bonded, you went and did something completely stupid and I was left with the option of jumping."
"Oh and what stupid thing did I do?" Gabriel wondered seeing the sad look on Sam's face, turning the hand that Sam had grabbed and holding it in a tight grip, "That look you're giving me only tells me that it was seriously stupid and probably ruined your life or something like that."
"Yeah, something like that. Gabriel, you died, saving me and Dean and Kali, from Lucifer. Lucifer killed you. And it tore a gaping hole in my chest. Or that's what it felt like."
"Sam, will you tell me everything you saw?" Gabriel asked, looking slightly sick, 'I can't die! Not yet.'
"Yes, I'll tell you, but not here. Here anybody could be listening." Sam said with a mischievous grin, like he had a secret.
He turned around and there was Dean, staring at him in shock, "Really Sammy?! The Trickster? That was your big secret? That was why you stormed out this morning? I knew something was wrong with you!"
"What's wrong with me exactly, Dean? Please explain. Because I remember very clearly telling you NOT to follow me! And that I would tell you when I was ready. But since you just had to follow me... Loki, this ass-hat is coming with us. because otherwise he's going to throw a hissy-fit, and I really don't want to hear it, and I was going to explain everything to BOTH of you separately, because some details are personal, but whatever. Dean, you don't get to ask questions until the end. Because you know what, I don't want to have to keep explaining things, when I'm not really sure myself what's going on. And that is ONE of the reasons Loki is here. Loki you get to explain the other one to him, and the last one we both get to, ok?" Sam ranted, "Do we all understand and agree?"
"Yes." mumbled a somber, confused looking Dean.
"You know my answer, sweet-cheeks." Gabriel smirked.
"Good, now Loki, a place where not even they can hear please?" Sam asked politely, pulling up his favorite of Gabriel's houses and throwing the image towards Gabriel.
"Alright, alright! That house it is."
"And don't forget our stuff, we might be there a while." Sam said, smiling at Gabriel, knowing that he would bring their stuff and the Impala.
"You got it." Gabriel snapped his fingers at they were in a cabin in the middle of the woods, a fire going in a fireplace, one of the comfiest looking couches(actually it was the comfiest couch, Sam thought) across for the fireplace and a small table with a couple plates of pancakes, bacon, eggs, a bottle of syrup, and three cups of steaming something. (Sam knew it was Hot Chocolate.)
"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked, stomach grumbling, but not trusting anything until he got answers.
"We are just outside Hammerfest." Gabriel answered.
"And where the hell is that?!" Dean was freaking out a bit, outside the windows was nothing but woods and snow. 'Snow?' Dean thought, 'It's April, right?'
"Norway." Sam replied.