Hi, just reminding everyone that I'm such Sabriel trash idk. Anyway, thanks for everyone who favorited & followed, and I'd like to especially thank Dragones for their help on this one~ ahh omg I've been so busyy I'm so glad I could work on this a little haha

also, there is a lot of POV switching here.

so this chapter includes the episode Survival of the Fittest and then some

I do not own Supernatural

They were just about to storm SucroCorp, the business that was mostly run by Leviathans and where Dick Roman was home-based. They were about to end it once and for all. However, Dean had a sudden bad feeling about this. For some reason, he felt this could go wrong in many ways.

In fact, since he had the God weapon, he was just as skeptical. Most powerful objects normally came with a price. So, before he went in with Sam, Kevin, and Castiel, he decided to pull Gabriel aside before he went off to distract some of the Leviathans. "Yeah?" Gabriel asked.

"Whatever happens in there, I want you to take care of Sammy."

Gabriel scrunched his face in confusion. "Uh, ok."

Dean nodded, but then stated in an undertone, "However, you hurt her, and I'll crawl out of wherever I end up and kick your ass."

Dean meant what he said, but the archangel's lips still twitched upward in a small grin. "Sure thing, Dean-o. I wouldn't abandon your sister for an unlimited supply of sugar."

"Good to hear that." Dean said, clapping his shoulder before leaving. "Best of luck, then."

"Adios."

Sam placed herself in harm's way, shielding Kevin from the explosion.

She was afraid to look. She knew Dick Roman must be dead, but the room had become unbearably quiet and full of black goo. "Sam, we should go." Kevin said quietly.

"What the hell?" She breathed, standing up and studying her surroundings.

Yes, Dick was dead, but where were Dean and Castiel? Were they… did they get caught in the explosion? All she saw around her were splotches of black goo and wrecked equipment.

"More chompers any second, Sam." Kevin reminded her anxiously.

"Not to worry. I have a small army of demons outside. Cut off the head, and the body will flounder, after all. Think if you'd had just one king since before the first sunrise. You'd be in a kerfuffle, too." As the new voice in the room spoke, Sam turned her head and sent a glare to him.

"Which is exactly what you wanted." She said.

"So did you. Without a master plan, the Levis are just another monster. Hard to stomp, sure, but you love a challenge. Your job is to keep them from organizing." Crowley replied.

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked, ignoring the fact that Crowley was actually right about her.

"That bone... has a bit of a kick. God weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box."

"Where. Are. They?" Sam demanded, beginning to approach the crossroads demon.

Crowley smiled, making no move to back away. Sam balled her fists, angry at how nonchalant the businessman acted. "Can't help you, Samantha."

"It's Sam-"

Crowley snapped his fingers, making two demons appear beside Kevin. Her eyes widened, after she realized what Crowley was about to do. "Kevin, don't worry. It'll be ok."

Kevin nodded slowly.

Crowley laughed. "Yeah, he'll sure be ok under my care."

"Crowley, you can't just-"

"Yes, Prophet's mine." Crowley shot back. Sam tried to protest, but Crowley continued. "You got what you wanted – Dick's dead, saved the world. So I want one little prophet. Sorry, moose. Wish I could help. You certainly got a lot on your plate right now. It looks like you are well and truly... on your own."

Crowley snapped his fingers once again, and suddenly they disappeared. They were gone.

Sam was alone. She fell to her knees in shock.

Or was it relief?

With Dean out of her life, she could have a normal life. Find a house… a dog, maybe. Perhaps settle down with Gabriel? She'd always wanted to do something like that.

She blushed at the mere thought of him. What was she thinking? She couldn't have a life like that without her brother by her side.

She couldn't.

So, she walked around the office building, which the Leviathans had used as a home base. It really was empty, she realized. The Leviathans had disappeared for now.

She couldn't find Meg anywhere, and when she walked outside, she saw the Impala crashed against the stone water fountain. "Oof, that's going to be one tough fix."

She turned to face Gabriel expectantly. With a snap of his fingers, the Impala was back to it's original, shining glory. "Thanks."

"Yup."

"So, where did they go?"

Gabriel sighed. "Purgatory. I'm not sure they'll survive. However, Dean's a tough son of a bitch, so he'll probably manage his way through." He failed to mention Castiel, but she only shrugged it off.

"Is there a way to get them back?" She asked quietly.

"Samantha…" He turned and cupped her cheek. "There is, but I wouldn't risk it. Too many monsters have already escaped, and if we cut another hole in, we may let loose another apocalypse."

She looked away, pulling his hand away. "I need to drive for a while."

Before she turned to leave, Gabriel took her hand and squeezed it, preventing her from escaping. "Samantha, wait. Let me come with you."

Sam turned back to look at Gabriel again, but hesitated. She wanted to be alone, yes, but away from one of the only men she cares for? The one who is still alive, and willing to give her a shoulder to lean on? She couldn't turn on that.

"Ok."

Gabriel smiled and leaned down to kiss her, then he gave her the keys which she didn't realize he had confiscated from her in the first place.

After driving for a while and listening to one of Dean's albums for nostalgia's sake, a thought came to her. Gabriel had been quiet for most of the ride, occasionally looking her over but otherwise just watching the road pass by.

"I remember reading some lore some time ago." Sam finally said, turning down the volume a tad so she can speak without yelling. "Didn't you and your brothers help trap the Leviathans in the first place?"

"Yup, that was ages ago." Gabriel admitted. "It was a little tough, but me and my brothers handled it."

"So...what's stopping you from popping into Purgatory and rescuing Dean and Cas from them?" Sam asked. Her voice suddenly grew heavy, and she hoped she didn't sound too angry. However, she couldn't help that she thought Gabriel was trying against her.

Gabriel hesitated. "Samantha, look. When Cas summoned the Leviathans and any other monster that lived in Purgatory, there was a ritual, remember? I can't just 'poof' in and raise your brother and mine from perdition."

Sam winced. She forgot that Gabriel also had a brother trapped in Purgatory, and she felt that she was a bit selfish on her part. "Is there a way to set up another ritual?"

"Like I said before, there is. But… there's a catch. It's requires an ingredient that's unreachable, it's very hard to get." Gabriel said, but then he paused. Sam waited for him to continue, to enlighten her as to what this ingredient was. "Samantha, it's tough. I love you and all, but can you just rethink this? With Dean out, you don't have to worry about the family business."

Sam hesitated. Deep down, she knew he was right. The family business put her family's lives to risk. In fact, it was a miracle she was still alive, driving with Gabriel in the passenger seat. He was still alive, still right by her side and it wasn't some coax.

She sighed in defeat. "You're right." Her cheeks grew warm. "What if we…. You know, settled down for a bit?"

Gabriel huffed in amusement. "Sure. That would be great. I love you, you know."

Sam smiled shyly. She hated that Gabriel made her act like this, but then again… "I love you too."

It was kind of nice.

Gabriel stroked Sam's hair as she slept against his chest. He liked how calm and peaceful that the Winchester looked. She was never like this when she was awake, not as much as Gabriel would have liked.

He frowned, an idea coming into his head.

Sam was always happier with Dean around. Sure, she was happy with Gabriel, but if she had him and her brother back, then her life would be as sweet as a slice of cake. With a nod, he gently moved Sam's head before leaving the bed and kissing her temple one last time. "I'm going to save our brothers, Samantha." He whispered before flying out of the bedroom.

He appeared in the middle of a crossroads, and waited. Eventually, Crowley got the signal and appeared with a deep sigh. "What is it?"

Gabriel's lips twitched. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I could use some of your help."

"No offense, but who are you?" Crowley asked.

Gabriel hummed thoughtfully, realizing that he hadn't contacted the King of Hell for any previous reasons. "Most people know me as Loki."

Crowley frowned. "So, why would a pagan trickster god want anything to do with me?"

"Right now, you are the most helpful person I know." Gabriel said with a slight cringe.

"Why should I help you?"

"I'll give you some souls, from a certain place I hope to reach."

Crowley nodded. "Ok, seems fair. What did you need help with, Loki?"

"I need you to help me open a portal to Purgatory."

Crowley burst out in laughter. "Purgatory? What's in Purgatory?"

Gabriel let out a huff of laughter too. "A certain Righteous Man and Fallen Angel that need to be rescued."

Crowley's eyes widened slightly in disbelief. "Dean Winchester and Castiel?"

"Indeed."

"Ok… ok. I suppose I'll help out."

Gabriel grinned. "Don't worry, I'll get enough souls for you that could make an autonomic bomb."

"Pleasure doing business with you, Loki." Crowley said. "I'll get a new ritual together in no time."

Gabriel nodded. "Good. I'll do my own searching as well. Here's my number, in case I can't actually meet up."

At first, Crowley narrowed his eyes in confusion, but they exchanged numbers anyway. Of course they both had phones, all in all it was the best way to contact a Winchester.