SPN AU Imagine: Waiting for Gabriel to wake up after rescuing him from Asmodeus
Every day you brought Gabriel food, and left it on his nightstand; hoping that he’d be himself enough to eat, even though angels didn’t eat, it was no secret he was different from the others if not the opposite. But day after day, each meal you brought him went bad because he didn’t even wake up. He lay there like a comatose patient and it was like taking watch over a stiff. At least he wasn’t dead…and his grace remained in tact. You hadn’t heard from the horse’s mouth how long he’d been imprisoned by Asmodeus since he passed out the minute he was sprung. Meticulous work went into removing the thread from his lips, and having Cas visit to heal him everyday.
He’d been through so much, the healing didn’t even work immediately and his own grace was working overtime to kick his system back into working mode. Daily, you’d massage his hands to keep e’m limber and have sweets on standby. Just being able to open his mouth would be the same as granting his freedom and you couldn’t wait to hear his voice again. You lost count of how many hours total he was inactive. But little by little, you could tell the TLC was working because sometimes when checking on him, the blankets and sheets would be messed up and you’d actually have to tuck him back in. The fact he was stirring at all was a good sign. His unconscious signals to you included shifting in his sleep, tired moans and twitching fingers from time to time. Any day now, you’d be greeted by his infamous gold irises instead of the constant tease that his road to physical recovery was almost done.
One afternoon, you felt neglected sleep yank your eyelids down. And you could’ve dropped into a nap right there…had you not been standing up at the fridge. Feeling your hand drop the bottle of cranberry juice, you snapped up again and slammed the fridge door closed. You were so frustrated waiting for Gabriel to wake up, and manually snapping him out of it was one of the worst things to do. Like, who tries to wake a trauma victim? Insensitive people, that’s who. You wanted to see him awake and safe, but watching over him left you dozing; even though the normal thing to do was stay by his bedside and be vigil, you decided the best thing you could do was get some rest while he did.
Walking into his room, you saw his head had flipped to the left. No movement today, he’s been like that for the past 18 hours. Why not nap in here? You walked to other side of the bed.
“Got room for two?” You asked, watching him respond with shallow breathing.
Climbing on the empty side of the full-sized mattress, you lay on top of the comforter.
“At least I’ll be here when you wake up.”
By 8:00 that night, while your deep sleep kept ticking, Gabriel’s eyes fluttered open. Was he dead? The last thing he remembered was getting carried out of his cell and once in a while vaguely remembered a gentle massage on his hands. Looking to his left, he saw you. Sleeping all cuddled up by his side. It happened, he was safe. He could smile without the stitches pulling on his mouth. Feeling his lips, he could feel the smooth skin that he had before and no holes. Cas, right? Only an angel could repair that. Still smiling, he forced his sore muscles to to sit up. Grabbing an extra blanket from the foot of the bed, he pulled it over you, and ate the sandwich you left on his nightstand as he waited for you.
“I’ll be here when you wake up.”