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Statues and Stories
Title: Statues and Stories
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hopenight
Pairing/Characters: Gabriel/Sam, Dean, Castiel, Pastor Jim, mentions of John
Word Count: 1, 662
Warning: mentions of Biblical stories, cursing, mentions of boy loving
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam has always been drawn to Gabriel through his entire life. And the archangel knows it.
A/N: So apparently when doing Theology homework I want to write Gabriel slash fanfiction. That can’t be normal right?
The hymn is Troparion hymn (from the Byzantine age) taken shamelessly from a religion wiki. There are no prayers to Gabriel but there are to Michael. No wonder Gabe has a sibling complex.
“Gabriel commander of the heavenly hosts,”
When they would visit Pastor Jim, Sam would sneak into the lessons that the children would have about their faith. He would listen to the Bible stories of Noah, of Adam and Eve, of the creation of the world, of Jesus’ teachings and kindness. He would listen about a distant God that could be merciful and just as full of fury. Sam found comfort in them because at least the earth wasn’t flooded, or there weren’t doubtful Romans, or cruel Pharisees to hurt them.
His Dad and Dean believed in the darkness. All around they could see evil and things that would make any normal person’s skin crawl. Pastor Jim, however, made sure that Sam saw the light that was paired with the darkness. When it was just Sam and the pastor; Sam would ask for stories. Pastor Jim always caved in.
Sam’s favorite stories were about the angels. He would be curled up in bed as Pastor Jim would weave him stories about warriors of God that watched over humans. He talked of a war in heaven, of brother fighting against brother, of abandonment and chaos and the formation of Hell. He would tell Sam stories about people who flitted on the brink of death until an angel saved them, pulling them back to life.
Sam’s favorites were the ones about Gabriel.
It could be because that he could easily picture them.
He could see a young girl: pure and scared and devout and in awe kneeling before the angel. His trumpet held loosely in one hand with hair the color of golden sand and eyes as old as time and a voice that could convince mountains to move telling her what she must do. He sees him as kind and gentle with her as she looks at him with wide frightened eyes. Sam could hear the rustle of the small village outside and feel the sand in his teeth and watch the scene unfold before his eyes.
He also pictured Gabriel as mischievous. He did take Zachariah’s voice after all for not believing his wife. An archangel should not have to tolerate idiocy. Sam could totally agree with that. There were a couple choice people that he would love to take their voices away.
Sam would hear other stories about other angels too. However, his favorites always went back to Gabriel. When he thought about the archangel, it made feel warm and safe like he felt when Dean gave him a rare hug. It was almost like he was protecting Sam.
So Sam learned a hymn of Gabriel and used it as a prayer. He knew that God would listen to his prayers. But how many people prayed to an actual angel? He didn’t want to bother God with his problems. He couldn’t picture Him anyways.
He could picture Gabriel with laughing eyes and a sweet voice and warm feeling that came with the thought.
“we who are unworthy beseech you,”
When Sam was eighteen, his dad kicked him out.
It was all because he wanted to go to college. So Dean drove him to the bus station where awkward goodbyes were exchanged. He could feel Dean’s sadness, his disappointment, and it killed Sam to see his brother like this. However, he couldn’t keep hunting for the rest of his life.
He knew that if he did then it would destroy him.
So he sat with his back against the wall. He was ten dollars short to buy a bus ticket to Palo Alto. He was scared and alone and it felt like his stomach had been dipped in ice water. He did the one thing that brought him comfort over the years.
He prayed to Gabriel.
As the familiar words to the hymn fell from his lips, his eyes shut tight, knuckles going white with the fevered and angry prayer; he felt a slow calm spread over him.
When he opened his eyes, there was a crisp ten dollar bill in front of him.
Sam could have sworn that he heard the rustle of wings, like a flock of birds taking off in flight.
He smiled and bought his ticket.
“by your prayers encompass us beneath the wings of your immaterial glory”
Now it wasn’t just angels that Sam played favorites on. He also liked the old gods. However, most of the stories were about cheating and death and exile and retribution. He got enough of those in his real life. He liked to hear stories full of laughter and fun and wicked people getting their just desserts.
Naturally, he was drawn to the stories about the Trickster gods.
He read them as just that, stories. Full of cunning and daring and laughter, that would make Sam chuckle along as he read the myths. He knew there was a chance that Trickster gods still existed, that his family would run into one.
He just didn’t want to take the one thing that gave him joy and make into a research mission. Reading Trickster stories and hearing about angels were the only things that were never tainted.
Besides, pagan gods went into hiding years ago. After that whole debacle between the Greek gods and their Roman knock offs in the ‘60s; from what he heard it was pretty spectacular and led to the organization of Woodstock between the competing gods of wine. He doesn’t really know how true that is though.
And it continued. He would still pray to Gabriel throughout college. He would still read the Trickster myths.
He would still feel that warm, comforting feeling every time.
He sought it out constantly when Jess died. Every time he would swear that he felt a pair of arms hugging him tight. Like he was the most precious thing in the world and he would always be protected. That there was a chance for him to find peace.
That there existed someone, something that would love Sam utterly and fully…
And it gave him the hope to fight.
“and faithfully preserve us who fall down and cry to you:”
When Sam met the Trickster; he could sworn the demi-god was staring at him. And it felt strange to Sam because it felt like that he knew the Trickster too.
He had to admit the pranks were pretty genius. Even though he didn’t like the fact that he was being tricked on. He collected legends on his kind. While it could be seen as an honor, Sam just saw it as an annoyance.
And or a reason that he refused to think about at the time: it hurt to see Dean stake the Trickster. He successfully locked it up internally and forgot about it.
After the whole fucked up Tuesday ordeal and Dean going to Hell, Sam stopped reading up on Trickster lore. It was tainted beyond repair for him now anyway.
After finding out what dicks angels could be and his going to the darkside, Sam stopped praying to Gabriel. He figured the archangel was laughing with his friends behind his back. He probably was making fun of the boy who had demon blood running through his veins, who wanted the Messenger of God to listen to his silly prayers.
He wasn’t worthy to be saved anyway.
Though it was a shock that the Trickster and Gabriel were one in the same.
He wondered if he had heard his prayers and promptly felt embarrassed.
“‘Deliver us from all harm, for you are the commander of the powers on high!’”
After they had become intimate, Sam couldn’t believe his luck on that. The youngest Winchester had assumed that Gabriel hadn’t heard him when he prayed. Which he understood because he was hiding from his family way before Sam was even born.
And he was kind of thankful for that because it would have made awkward bedroom conversation.
They were in bed when Gabriel brought it up. He and Gabriel were exchanging slow, lazy kisses that reminded Sam of the early days of summer. Curled up around each, Sam felt that warm feeling of contentment and peace that always accompanied his prayers to Gabriel.
“I used to pray to you,” murmured Sam feeling strangely vulnerable. Sex with Gabriel had that affect on him though; it was kind of like having too much fine wine.
“I know,” said Gabriel as he kissed Sam’s sweaty hair.
“You heard?”
“Invoking an angel’s name is pretty powerful stuff kid. You were the only one that prayed to me of all people regularly. I felt inclined to listen after awhile.”
Sam thought of the bus station, the ticket to Palo Alto, the warm safe feeling.
“Then that feeling?”
“Was me responding to your prayers. And no you don’t have to pay me the ten bucks back. Let’s call it even at this point.”
Sam laughed and kissed his angel. He smiled and whispered.
“I think that I've been in love with you my entire life.”
Gabriel grinned: eyes bright with mischief that took Zachariah’s voice, kindness the offered comfort to Mary, and levity that came with being a Trickster.
Gabriel kissed Sam like he was putting his entire being into it.
“You know what, kiddo? I think I’ve been in love with you for your entire life too.”
And that made Sam feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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Little Sammy, praying to Gabriel... So adorable!
I loved how you wrote this, made it very believable, and made me adore Gabe/Sam even more <3 <3
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I'm glad that you enjoyed it too!
I can totally see little Sammy with his hands clasped tight praying. Adorable!
Yay! I was hoping that it would be believable. Sam/Gabe is made of awesomness and unicorns.
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He wasn’t worthy to be saved anyway.
That actually made me tear up. Oh, Sam! That boy so very much needs someone to give him a hug. Luckily he has Gabriel now.
The rest of this just made me smile. I love it!
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I agree! He needs a hug. I volunteer Gabriel to be the one to give it to him! (Or Cas, or Dean. -not really picky- Poor Sammy ended up being my little black dress person in SPN)
Oh yes very lucky!
:) I'm glad that I made you smile! Also happy that you loved it!
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(Now if my week only got better)
Love your icon!
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I'm glad that you enjoyed it so much!
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I figured that if Gabriel would show up in Sam's life it would be in small incriments or a constant presence. There's no halfway for him! ;)
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It was a bitch to find a prayer though. When I found a hymn I was like close enough!
I can totally see Sammy doing it as well!
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:) Love your icon by the way.
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amazing.
signed,
got-fanfiction :3