A/N: Alright. Here is another Supernatural fanfic. I've never been really good at Destiel or Sabriel writing, but after last night, I think I was pretty inspired. I haven't seen any other fics like this one yet, so, I decided I'd attempt to make one.

Enjoy!

When Angels fall with broken wings

I can't give up, I can't give in

When all is lost and daylight ends

I'll carry you and we will live forever

Forever.

~Angels Fall by Breaking Benjamin

Chapter 1:

Sam hugged his brother goodbye, hopefully for only a short time.

As he watched Dean and Ketch go through the portal, he felt he had to stop every fiber in his being from chasing after them.

When the portal finally closed, it was eerily silent for a long time.

Sam slowly turned to face the strangely silent Angel.

He hadn't said or reacted to much of what they were doing, which certainly wasn't the Gabriel he knew.

Of course, his appearance showing he must have been beaten to a bloody pulp would probably explain that.

Sam slowly approached him, "H-how are you alive?"

Silence.

"Did Asmodeus bring you back somehow?" Sam asked.

Silence.

"Were you even dead in the first place?" Sam tried again, slightly growing irritated.

Gabriel slightly flinched as his reply to that, and avoided his gaze.

Sam continued to look him over, and suddenly came up with an idea.

As he moved around the map room, searching for an item, Gabriel watched him carefully.

Finally, he managed to find a notepad, along with a pen, and returned to Gabriel.

Of course, he hadn't been this close to the Angel since he had arrived, and he was already trembling slightly when Sam had reached him.

He hesitated for a minute, slightly backing away from the Angel, "Gabriel, I don't know what happened, but I am not going to hurt you."

Gabriel still stared at him, distrust and fear evident in his eyes, but they slowly looked at the notepad and pen Sam was still holding.

Sam looked down towards is point of focus, before slowly approaching him again, cautiously setting down the notepad and pen in front of him, before backing off again.

Gabriel followed the actions carefully, before staring at the two items in confusion.

"You just write on it. If you don't, or can't talk." Sam explained as he sat down next to him.

Gabriel looked at him for a second, confused, but resumed his focus on the piece of blank paper, and slowly but shakily picked up the pen, and started writing.

It wasn't long though, Sam could see he had written two words before setting the pen down and sliding the notepad to him.

Sam looked it over, the writing was slightly sloppy, but he could still read it:

My Grace

Sam's brows lowered in confusion before looking at Gabriel, "What about your Grace?"

Gabriel sighed, taking the notepad again, and continued writing.

When he finished, he slid the notepad back to Sam.

Asdes took my Grace

The Angel wasn't too clear on spelling, but Sam still understood.

"Asmodeus took your Grace? All of it?" Sam asked.

This time, Gabriel just leaned over and wrote on the paper:

Most of it

After Sam read it, he looked at Gabriel again, "That's why you're not healing."

Gabriel nodded mutely.

Sam sighed, sitting back in his chair.

He looked over the Angel once again.

He was getting tired of seeing him all bloody and even bruised.

"If you want... You can take a shower." Sam suggested.

Gabriel stayed quiet.

Sam stood again, "I can help you get in."

As soon as he approached, Gabriel immediately slid his chair, backing away from him.

Sam sighed, "Gabriel. I want to help you, but you're going to have to trust me."

Sam couldn't help the hurt and pity he felt.

Gabriel may not have any reason to trust him, but he still wanted to try.

"Alright. If you don't want a bath, I guess I'll bring it to you." Sam said, before leaving the room.

A part of him was telling him it was probably not a wise idea to leave the Angel alone, but he doubted he could go anywhere in his position.

Sam managed to find a bucket and filled it with warm water.

He grabbed a couple wash rags, and a first aid kit before returning to the map room.

As predicted, Gabriel was still sitting in the chair. However, when he saw the amount of items Sam was bringing, his eyes widened slightly and he began shaking again.

Sam moved slower this time, being cautious, "It's okay, it's just water."

When he managed to reach Gabriel's side again, the Angel was shaking and small whimpers could be heard.

Sam wasn't sure how else to comfort him, so the best he could do was attempt to show him.

He dipped the first cloth into the water, wringing it out, before focusing on the Angel again.

He hoped that this would go good rather than worse.

He slowly reached out to him, until he managed to meet his face with the warm and wet cloth.

Gabriel flinched at the touch, eyes squeezing shut, as if to prepare himself.

That was all the Angel did, however, and Sam carefully cleaned off the worse part of his face.

Most of the blood was dried, and he was so badly damaged, Sam couldn't tell where the cause of bleeding was.

Sam washed off the blood from the rag, before repeating the process.

By about the fourth cleansing, Gabriel had calmed down, and was staring at Sam, still wary.

Gabriel's familiar features began coming into view now, other than his overgrown hair and barely grown beard.

Sam decided he would worry about the hair later.

He learned that as soon as he started to open the first aid kit, and Gabriel only noticed the few needles in it.

Sam quickly shut the box, grabbing Gabriel's should, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'll look at the wounds again later."

After a few seconds, the Angel calmed again.

"Some rest will probably help, but, do you want something to eat? I mean, I know you don't eat, but it might help also?"

Gabriel just stared at him.

Sam sighed, "I'll take that as a yes." He said mostly to himself, and went into the kitchen.

He came back soon after with a couple granola bars, setting them in front of Gabriel.

Gabriel looked down at the two items, before rejecting them by a single glance back at Sam.

"No? Uhh..." Sam paused in thought.

Then, an idea occurred, and he returned to the kitchen.

He grabbed a few random candy bars that were in a large bucket in the cabinets.

Ever since Jack had moved into live with them, he once bought a whole boat-load of candy, saying it was his favorite food.

With that, Sam returned to the map room, laying the candy out in front of him.

Gabriel looked down at the new items, his eyes lighting up if not for a few seconds, before slowly reaching out to one of the candies.

Sam smiled for a second, relieved to finally get the Angel to respond to something.

Not to his surprise, Gabriel went through the whole pile of candy Sam had provided.

"Do you want more?" Sam offered.

Gabriel looked at him, but slightly shook his head.

"Okay, well, let me get you into one of the guest bedrooms." Sam said, standing up and moving to help the Angel up.

Once again, not to his surprise, Gabriel struggled.

Sam tried his best to ignore it, and once he got him into the room, he carefully sat him on the bed.

Gabriel looked around the room, taking in where he was.

"You can sleep here, for now." Sam said, before pausing to look over his ragged and torn clothes.

He looked like someone who had just come out of a really bad prison.

Well, he probably did.

"I'll go get you one of my shirts. It might fit." Sam suggested, before heading to his room, that just happened to be next door.

He grabbed a random shirt from his closet, before heading back to Gabriel's room.

When he returned, however, Gabriel was laid out on the bed, asleep.

Sam sighed glancing at the shirt he held, then back at the sleeping Angel.

He didn't want to risk waking him and possibly scaring him again, so, Sam laid the shirt at the foot of the bed, before grabbing one of the folded blankets, and carefully laying it out over Gabriel's sleeping form.

With that, Sam sighed again.

All of today's events had completely worn him out.

Sam left the room, turning out the bedroom light before he did.

He then went to his own room, nearly collapsing into his bed.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket, and the overwhelming need to call Dean filled him

To call and check on him

But he couldn't. Dean was in apocalypse world, and Sam had no way of knowing if he was dead or alive right now, until he came back.

Until they all came back.

With those worrisome thoughts in mind, Sam finally let his conscious drift into a deep sleep.

A/N: So, that's the end of this chapter, judging by where I left off, I'm thinking on adding a couple more chapters. Depends on reviews. So, let me know what you think! :)