Time to start redoing 'Dream Learning'! A small Sabriel fanfic that I love. ^_^ I'm not sure exactly what the warning are going to be so keep a look out for those please.

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A yawn slipped from Sam's lips as he walked into the newest motel room. Behind him Dean was complaining about something or another, but the truth was Sam was just too tired to even begin to listen.

It wasn't that he didn't think what he was saying wasn't important. It was that it was the same thing that he had been saying for the past few months and that was starting to get on Sam's nerves.

He knew that Dean was trying to help. Something he couldn't fault him for. Something he had to admit that he needed a lot of right now. It was all just too much at once and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Everything was changing now that Lucifer was out of the cage and angels were running around. Most of the changes were happening inside of Sam though. At least that's what he felt like.

He kept trying to grab onto something that made him feel like he was able to help. Then something would happen to remind him that not only was this all his fault, but that he was Lucifer's vessel.

Sam wanted to help. He did everything that he could to fix the things he had done. There was nothing he could do though. None of the angels were ever going to think of him as more than an 'abomination'.

At least most did. Lucifer treated him as if he was a being. Of course, he had a reason to treat him like that, but how bad was it that Lucifer was one of the few people that treated him like he mattered?

Then there was Gabriel. Thoughts of the archangel always brought a fleeting smile to mans lips. Until he remembered that he had been killed. It wasn't something that he really liked to think about.

Sighing he ran a hand through his hair wanting nothing more than to curl up in a little ball and sleep for the next two years. Going to throw his bag on the floor by a bed he froze seeing someone already laying there.

Reaching back he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the bed before looking at Dean. The older man had noticed Sam's movements and pulled out his own gun. With a nod of his head he moved closer to the bed and slowly pulled the covers away.

A woman was laying there fast asleep. At least it looked that way, but the more Sam stared the more he thought that she was in a coma of some kind. How had she ended up in the room without anyone noticing?

There was something else though. Something that was gnawing that the back of his mind as he slowly lowered his gun so he could get a good look at the woman. It was almost as if he knew her.

She was short, about 5'4" and had blonde hair that was curled around her head almost like a halo. She was a little on the chubby side, but she carried it well. She was wearing a simple black dress that seemed more out of place than anything else.

Putting his gun away fully Sam knelt down next to her trying to figure out where he knew the woman from. There was just something too familiar about her for him not to know who she was.

"Sam?" Dean questioned dragging his brothers attention to him, "Want to explain?"

"I have no idea," Sam shook his head standing up, "But...Does she look familiar to you?"

"Familiar? No, can't say she does."

Sam looked up at this brother before shaking his head. He knew that he knew who this blonde was even if Dean didn't. There was something about her that drew him in. Something that hadn't happened since...

Standing up quickly, but quietly Sam moved back towards the front door motioning for Dean to follow him. Once they were outside he closed the door mostly making sure that he could still see the woman in the bed.

"Okay, what do you think?" Sam asked his eyes flickering between Dean and the girl.

"I think this isn't the Four Seasons, Sam," Dean pointed out, "It's possible that she's homeless or a hooker or something and broke in to sleep."

"I don't think so."

"Why not? Because you think you know her? You probably met her during a case and don't remember what you talked to her about."

Shaking his head Sam leaned against the wall. His brother made sense. It was possible that he met her in passing some time over the past few years. It wouldn't be the first time that it happened.

Still, there was something in his gut saying that that wasn't the case. There was something about her. She meant something to Sam and he had to figure out what it was that was calling him to her.

"Can you call Cas?" Sam questioned looking back at his brother.

"Sam," Dean sighed.

"Please, Dean? Just in case?"

Dean stared at the younger man before nodding his head with a roll of his eyes and walking away. He was worried about the woman in the bed too, but it seemed to be more for Sam.

Things hadn't been going well for the man recently. If this was what he needed to do to feel better than that was what Dean was going to do. Anything for him to actually sleep for more than two hours at a time.

Sam watched from a few steps away as Dean called for Cas. His heart was beating heavily in his chest as he waited. He hoped the angel would have some answers. He needed some answers.

Walking back into the motel room the young man moved to the bed and sat at the foot of it. He watched her carefully wondering when she was going to wake up or if she would awaken at all.

Behind him the door swung open revealing Dean and Cas. The angel made his way to the bed and leaning over the woman's body a blank look on his face that both hunters had come to dislike.

Placing a hand on her forehead blue eyes slipped closed in concentration. His head cocked to the side for a few moments of quiet thought before he pulled away as if he had be scalded.

"This can't be right," Cas whispered moving closer to the woman so their noses were touching, "No, this can't be. Where did you find her?"

"We didn't," Dean answered, "She was just here when we got here."

Cas shook his head walking away from the bed though his eyes never left the woman. It was easy to see that the angel knew the young woman. Which made everything that was happening all the more confusing.

"Cas?" Dean questioned stepping closer to the man, "Do you know who this is?"

"I do," Cas supplied calmly.

"Do you want to tell us who she is?"

"I...I am afraid of what you will say or do to this being."

Sam and Dean shared a look before moving closer to Cas causing him to step backwards. Still, his eyes never left the woman's face. She meant something to Cas as well as Sam.

How was it possible that both Cas and Sam knew who she was but Dean didn't? The two were almost never alone together. It made no sense for them to know the same person when Dean didn't.

"Cas, who is this?" Sam asked his eyes flickering to the woman, "Why do we know her and not Dean?"

"You recognize her, Sam?" Cas moved towards the youngest hunter forcing him to look away from the woman, "From where?"

"I don't know. I just...I know that I know her."

Cas moved closer to Sam once more until they were toe to toe. Blue eyes stared into hazel ones as if they were searching for some answers when Sam didn't even know what the question was.

"Who is this, Cas?" Sam repeated staring at him.

"Gabriel," Cas said softly, "This is Gabriel."