castiali:

karenqillan:

Why doesnt castiel have a last name

he does, he’s a winchester

coming home

caramelfeathers:

thirtyspells:

When Sam dies, Gabriel follows him to the Gates, just like he promised.

His wings ache from flying higher than he has in millennia and with every flap they seem to grow heavier and more clumsy, feathers thick and wet with blood. He’s exhausted by the time he reaches the Gates (which aren’t really gates anymore than the Garden is a garden), but Sam is standing, waiting, with his fingers curled around the bars. 

He looks at Gabriel and smiles, reaches out through the bars, and Gabriel looks at him in wonder. Here, there’s no human shell to hide what Gabriel is, no way of ignoring the darkness, the edge of cruelty, the way his wings sag with a thousand thousand years of blood - and still Sam smiles at him. 

“Welcome home,” Sam says, when Gabriel walks to him.

Gabriel smiles ruefully, traces his fingers along the elegantly twisted metal and bites his tongue to hold back a hiss of pain. “Not anymore, kiddo.”

“Gabriel?” Sam asks, reaching between the bars to press their fingers together.

“Spent a little too long getting my wings dirty,” Gabriel says softly, taking Sam’s hand. “This isn’t my home anymore - can’t even pass the Gates, now.”

Sam sucks in a breath, eyes wet like riverstones. “But…”

“Sorry, kiddo,” Gabriel says, and smiles because he hopes it might make Sam smile back. “Guess I can’t really keep you forever.”

(Some people, when they arrive at the Gates, shrink back from the monster sitting there. They wonder if this is Hell, and what they’ve done to deserve it. Sometimes they see the man beyond the Gate, who reaches through the bars and touches without fear, and wonder if the monster is really a monster at all.)