A/N – Ok so I just recently watched seasons 1-7 back to back in their entirety, took me about a week to do so but yeah. This is my first Supernatural fic, first Slash fic actually. So I am hoping that it turns out well. This is Sabriel/Destiel. Starts out with "The Born-again Identity" but what if Cas wasn't the angel to save Sam? Sorry if there is some slight out of character moments for all involved. Feedback is appreciated.

Saving Sam

Chapter 1

This was going to be the end of him; Sam knew this, because he had ran out of time. For most, you die and then are left to rest - peacefully and without interruption. How many times had the lad been denied that simple comfort? How many times had the deck been stacked against the younger Winchester? Far too many times for one ancient soul to bare, this time he would save the broken human... his human. Amber eyes had watched over the soul of the boy for long enough to see that without help nothing would ever change.

"How long since you last slept Sammy? This is day 8, no 9? The longest a normal human being can go without sleep is 11 days. And you always wanted to be normal, Sam." Lucifer grinned from his perch on top of the table by the door, eyes surveying his prey currently trying to ignore him on the bed.

"You're not real" the words had become almost a mantra for the boy on the bed as his hazel eyes search for something to fixate on.

Part of him believed the angel that tormented his mind, He believed that they were still both trapped in the cage. That all of this was just some sick reality the frustrated being had conjured up to make Sam have hope just for it to be ripped away. While the other part, a very small part, knew that Lucifer was not actually there and that somehow things would work of for him and he'd be able to be reunited with Dean.

"I'm sorry but when has anything worked out for you Sammy?" Voiced the Angel from his perch.

Sleep weighed on his addled mind, but the restless hallucination simply could not allow that, a loud pop startled Sam. Every few minutes another pop would cause the boy to jump from his position on the bed, staring at the windows. Lucifer recently decided to switch from Karaoke hour to tossing firecrackers.

Sam, being the hunter that he was, even completed a job during his stay in the mental hospital. While he did save the girl's life and put her brother to rest, he was caught with a fire in his room. Now he was restrained and time was running out.

Half dazed and utterly exhausted Sam was wheeled into the treatment room, where he was hooked up to a machine and asked to bite down on a rubber grip. Confusion seemed to fill the young man's face only to be replaced with fear and dread.

"Typically we keep this set on 1 or 2, but why don't we just turn it on up to high." The black-eyed orderly grinned wickedly at the boy bound to the bed. Pain shot through the young man as his body stiffened at the high voltage running through it. Moments later the demon was slain and the machine turned off by someone Sam only saw as Lucifer leering over him.

"You're not real" were the last words to form as the boy falls into an unconscious state, leaving the angel that saved him worried. He undoes the bindings on the now limp human's body; heaves him into his arms and then with a snap of his fingers the pair is gone.

Sam lay in the bed unmoving, aside from the slight rise and fall of his chest, sleeping for the first time in almost 11 days. Concern clouded amber eyes watched the boy from across the room, glad to know that for now he would sleep undisturbed by the damage his brothers have caused the poor man. Having used his grace to keep the hallucinations at bay, the angel just had to wait for the boy to wake up.

"Dean, I thought you said your brother was inside of this institution." Questioned Castiel, having just smote many of the demons that had gathered around the building, who know remembered enough to be able to use his angelic powers.

The trio searched the building, trying to find any evidence that Sam was there or had been there.

'What the hell is going on here, I know Sammy was here. I came to visit him here, what the fuck is going on Sammy… Where are you' the elder brother thought with a mix of emotions.

"I told you Dean he's not here and these humans have no memory of him." Cas stated.

"Well he couldn't have vanished into fucking thin air Cas, we have to find him. Can't you use some of that angel mojo to see if you can sense anything? Meg you help me check the building again." Dean was not handling the fact that they had 'misplaced' Sam very well.

'First Bobby, then Sam… No I will find Sammy, he is not dead and if he is I will have him back, one way or another.' Dean promised himself as he and their demon companion started into the building again.

Dean entered the treatment room, noting the dead body on the floor. 'Wait a minute, Cas didn't smite any demons inside did he?'

"Cas! I might have found something" He called knowing that his friend would hear his prayer and that Meg was close enough to hear him too.

A flutter of wings indicated that Cas had arrived, Cas noted the body on the floor but also he was able to sense that someone else had been here.

"Sam was here, but someone got here before us." Cas spoke, not meeting the gaze of his human companion, he paused a moment before adding "I have to check something" and disappears in a flutter of wings.

"Damn it Cas!" Dean shouted after the angel, whom was long gone by now.

"Gabriel? I thought you were killed by our Brother?" the younger angel wasn't sure if calling the archangel would work, but he had been sure that was who he sensed back in the mental ward.

"Hey little brother, I could have said the same about you, so I am guessing what brought you back brought me back too. Is the trap really necessary?" Amber eyes meet the blue ones of his brother; with a playful grin he pops a lollipop into his mouth.

"Where is Sam Winchester?" Not bringing his gaze from the man in front of him.

"I don't know what you are talking about" He crossed his arms in front of him.

"Gabriel, don't lie to me. I felt your grace in that room. I know you know where he is. Dean is worried about Sam, and so am I"

"Worried? You are the reason he was in the condition he was Castiel. You broke his mind, You broke him. And Dean left him alone, to deal with the hallucinations and the demons and everything. Sam needed him, but he left anyways. So I don't even want to hear that the two of you are worried." The playfulness had faded from his face as he stared at his brother, refusing to be the one to break contact.

"I know, it was my fault." Cas all but whispered as he torn his gaze from the accusing eyes of his elder brother. "Is he safe now?"

"Safer than when I found him. I'm cleaning up your mess." Gabriel replied as he watched Cas.

"Why? Why do you care so much?" He glanced back up to meet his eyes.

"I just do. Will you let me out of this stupid trap? It's childish brother." Gabriel shifted under his brothers eyes.

"You have a bond with the young Winchester don't you brother. As I have with Dean? Does Sam know yet?" Castiel was puzzled by his brother's silence and pleading eyes. To the right of him a hose turned on, allowing the burning oil to be doused breaking the trap.

"Tell Dean Sam is safe, but don't tell him about me, Please brother." Gabriel asked, but snapped his fingers before the other could answer.

Dean looked up from his position on the floor when he heard the feathery return of one Castiel. Dean's eyes were red and his face filled with hope that his angel had found something that could help return his brother.

"Castiel?" his voice was raw and broke as he spoke.

"Dean, Sam is safe. I promise you." Cas kneeled down beside the sad man.

"Where is he Cas? Why did you not bring him back to me?" Dean hugged his knees and let his head rest against them.

"I don't know where Sam is, but I know the person who took him would never harm him. You have my word." Cas allowed his hand to find Dean's shoulder, trying to send reassurance into the man who looked more like a small scared child.

"Who?" was all he managed to say, tears threatened to spill once more, as he leaned toward the angel beside him.

"I can't say. I promised not to." Cas sighed as he hugged the crying man beside him. "He is safe though, I know it"

When he returned from that ordeal with his brother the first thing he noticed what Sam. He had curled into a ball in his sleep and he had been crying. Gabriel crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside Sam, brushing the long hair from the boy's face, and frowned when he flinched in his sleep. Gabriel closed his eyes and focused on the tall man beside him, allowing his grace to wash over the sleeping form. He opened his eyes to look down on his sleeping human once more; Sam had relaxed to the touch of Gabriel's grace but continued to sleep.

Gabriel once again brushed the long stray bangs from Sam's face and whispers

"I really wish you would wake up Sam, there is so much I need to tell you. I need to know that you are better now."

A/n – This just came to me, I hope that I get some sort of reviews for it (be that bad or good).