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Bang Bang goes a nearby wooden door jolt Sam awake. Sam immediately reaches for his gun under his gray pillow only coming back with an alarm clock in hand point towards the door ready to chuck at his kidnappers. The only items located in this room are an alarm clock, a pillow, and a small dim lamp that always squishes the 'I' in Pixar. Whoever trapped him here must have used a concoction when he fell asleep at the coffee place. But that was daytime how could they carry a 6'3 men without anyone has taken notice or rather why he did not notice anything. Whoever behind the door stops jingle the doorknob handle erupting silence to the outside and his room. Another pair of steps approach the door casting a shadow underneath the door frame. At least this one spoke
"Sam we are oh so sorry Gabriel could not make it today but hey that does not mean you can lock us out of your panic room. That's a privilege, not a right. Should we take this privilege away too?"
Sam can recognize that voice anywhere. Before he could think logically, he drops the alarm clock to open unlock the door to a smiling face Crowley dress in black nurse scrubs. Sam was just in a shocking state. The last time he saw Crowley he was dead on the floor. Crowley signals to an unknown person dressed in similar black scrubs behind him to go away.
"How are you alive!", Sam blurts out only hearing small squeaks leave his mouth instead of actual words. The pain that came after was a sharp stink behind his throat. Sammy instinctively rubs his throat in an attempt to rub it away from the pain. He feels a slight old scar decorate his neck from chin to meet of his chest. Sam never recalled having such a line place there before. Crowley only claps his hand once echo through the white halls. Whatever he did his pain decreased to nothing. Sam attempted to say," What is going on?" Only wheezes breath comes out. He seems to be the only one alarmed with his inability to talk as Crowley only hums in agreement.
"I love to hear you talk in Morning Sam. Just make sure you keep your notebook in hand with the writing pen Lucifer gave you. For the rest of the staff to understand. Ok?"
A mute Sam. Are could his loss of vocals be because of his injury right above his neck. Crowley continues to press his cold hand gently on Sam's forehead. Giving Sam a visual of his white name tag
Dr.Crowley
Co-Head Psychiatrists
Angel-Arch institution
Next, he shines a quick mini light on Sam's eye nearly blinded him.
"Good Job Sam! You’re doing very well today I see." Crowley rubs Sam back putting the mini black flashlight always. Crowley guides him through the hallway and passes a bunch of pictures decorates the wall.
"Let's see what today brings. Shall we but with your outburst anything is unpredictable! I can't believe you actually sock the boss in the face," Crowley chuckles to himself like he cracks the world’s finest joke. Sam scoff at the statements. Good thing his alternative self is not an idiot that follows everyone's command. Seems like he is a patient for this Angel-Arch Institution Crowley name tag reference. What does he have to do to get himself out of this one? The last time Dean and he were both here stuck in the same situation. He must find the source of the world or he can take the easy route if Dean notices his disappearance? If he recalls correctly, he was at a coffee shop in the morning so a day has passed. He'll send Castiel a prayer when he is alone away from fake Crowley.
He takes in every detail in his new environment. Few pictures on the wall Sam assumes are the hospital itself. The picture is displayed in the dark frame over ten floors with no surrounding buildings in its radius except green trees a colorful rose hedge cascading the entrance like a palace.
The next picture display in a similar frame all the hospital staff. What stood out to him is Lucifer's arms wrap up around a cheese-up Gabriel. He must assume everyone alive in this world are he'll lose his mind. Sam takes a deep breath in and out to calm his nerves. Is this another one of the angels doing. Could he somehow have fallen into another universe? Sam lightly grazes the picture glass frame towards the two.
"Sam. Are you feeling up for today or are you uncomfortable? I can ring up Lucifer when he is available. He still treated the wound he received from a prior patient." Crowley rolls his eyes at the phrase holden one of the double doors for Sam.
"Your late for your breakfast today. So, I took the opportunity to mend the fences with the boss like you would have wanted to a set up a picnic in the garden. Doesn't that sound so exciting!" He leads Sam outside connected to hospital doors to a shade white tent area cover by a black veil net. Inside we're three outdoor brown cushion seats on a table set in the middle with a range of food of cheeses a plaid sesame bun. The orange juice place in a pitcher with two side plates already set. .
"Now due to what happened yesterday Lucifer will be done in five minutes. Have fun you two!" Sam looks around confused as there was nobody but him seated at the table. If Crowley notices the confusion he did not say since he already vacates the area.
A sound of feathers than loud crunch could be heard at the end of the table as a Gabriel dressed up in a dark blue button-up top and slats sport a plain bagel in hand legs cross on the table. Sam raises an eyebrow staring at Gabriel till he notices.
"Hey there Sammy boi it's kinda hard eating here with your big baby deer’s eyes"
"Such a dick as ever even if you’re not my Gabriel." Sam takes a bite out of the cheese closest to him.
"Wait, what do you mean not your Gabriel? " Gabriel is now in Sam's personal space checking his eyeballs and touches the palms of his hands. Sam tries to push him away but his archangel has proven stronger. When he feels satisfied, he lets go snaps his chair closer to him take a seat.
"You can hear me”.
"Yes, I was always able to hear Sammy. Whether it's words or thoughts I am always listening. I can tell you are Sammy but you do not feel like the Sammy of here. You are much clearer. Less jumble. Tell me how did this happen? Maybe I could help you. In a sense"
Sammy brushes his now sweat hair back to try to cover his shaky hands. He has been a bundle of nerves since travel, shift...no portal warp to this world. It's much been a body switch. He swollen his spits try to speak like he normally does but only an inadept gasp comes out. Gabriel raises an eyebrow not saying a word. Sam rubs over his throat brushes against the tender old scar. The burning sensation is back fainter noticeable.
"I was in the coffee shop waiting for a new hunter that needed Dean and I help but he never shows up. After an hour of waiting everything just goes blank”.
Gabriel removes his hand from his neck to cover over his. "Rule one of this world stop fiddle with your neck wound as it will start to itch. Rule two tries to slow down so this new Gabriel can keep up. Rule three play your part."
"Play my part?"
"Shush let me finish. Rule three calm down Sammy. Do not be afraid.
Gabriel places one hand on Sam's chest as glow light emits from his hands. Cold air spreads through his throat soothing his pain until it completely disappears, He kept looking for a reaction but Sam only shrugs.
"Thank you Gabriel”.
"You are very welcome Winchester. That's good. You know am an Angel of the lord. I was so not looking forward to explaining blah blah to you. You know even though I love talking to you the most. Oh, did you happen to smell anything before you switched places?"
"What do you mean?"
Sam could hear footsteps approach pull his attention away from Gabriel to the tent opening with a Lucifer dressed in black scrubs walks in. He stills sporting his vessel, Nick, as he takes a seat across from Sam picking an apple out of a bunch of fruit a line the middle. He has one pale badge wrap around his nose where most likely his alter self probably harms him in the face.
"Hi Sammy Boy! Seem like you started the meal without me? You should have waited for Luci" Lucifer tosses a white napkin cloth towards him watching Sam doesn't move to take it.
"Stubborn as ever Sam, clean your face up we have a lot to discuss”.
Sam touches his face feeling the crumbs of bagel he never touched. Gabriel went without any trace of him being there. Lucifer now kneeling in front of him pats his cheek lightly. For some reason, the temperature of the room decreases. Sam could not get himself to look Lucifer in the eyes. His intuition told him to not.
"Please do not do this now. I had to go through board to get you to about having more free time outside even with your attitude lately,” Lucifers huff picking himself back up to the seat Gabriel was in moments ago. He and Lucifer's knees almost touch. He takes one of Sam's hands brushing over the badge.
"Don't be like that. It's just a bruise!" Lucifer smiles brightly as he watches him. Guess this is what Gabriel meant by place your part. Sammy mouths out sorry receive ahead an even brighter smile.
"That's good. I thought Crowley was only lying to rush me over here. That man just wants more pay but he should be fine with what he has. Or maybe I should just slice it in half."
Lucifer stands up searching for something on the table. When he could not find it, he whistles revealing a nearby young male staff member that apparently been there the whole time dressed in white scrubs.
"Hello Sir?" He grabs his young staff shirt almost choking the guy.
"Fetch me Sammy notepad and pencil. If I have to do that again I'll send your ass home for five weeks without being paid. Then we will see how good your memory is." He lets go of the staffer's shirt watching him scurry out of the tent. Lucifer sits back down pulling his own notepad and black marker from the seat nearby giving it to Sam. He does not know what to say. For how many minutes he has been here he stills does not understand what can be said off the table or on the table. What if he says something that can hinder Sam's progress? Sam pops the permanent marker soaking in the intense smell of alcohol revealing the harsh marker smell. He flips through clean pages passing by pictures and words like 'how are you' 'what's for lunch in his handwriting. Lucifer taps on his phone awaiting Sam's response.
He draws a simple, “where’s Dean?"
"Dean's at work sweetheart. He could not make it today. Maybe tomorrow. It's our day today. Does not that make you happy?"
Sam grimes at the statement crossing out the questions and writing "Why would I" then hatches it out with " Can I make a call"
"Aww how cute. Remember you lost those privileges after you told a lie to Uncle Cassie."
Sam quickly tries to write 'Uncle Cassie?' but Lucifer places the paper and marker out of his hands placing them on the seat. Sam lets out yelps as his center of gravity changes with Lucifer picking Sam up by the waist into his arms. Sam tries to push him away but Lucifer's arms are tidied.
"Gabriel!"
Sam hits Lucifer back not flinching in the slightest as Lucifer continues working them both out of the tent into an office. Lucifers stops from entering alerting Sam to switch in the atmosphere. He feels immense pressure on his chest making it hard to breathe. Sam wheezes as Lucifer addresses the intruder in his office.
"If you do not leave my office trader, I will ask my lovely security to see you out"
"Is that any way to treat your brother!" Gabriel sits up from the office chair comes out to Lucifers and Sam hugging both. The air becomes much lighter giving Sam the much-needed air he was deprived of before. Gabriel rubs Sam back as Lucifers moves away sitting down with Sam in tow on his lap. Sam tries to sit on the seat next to Lucifer but he only tides his grip around his stomach. He could really go for an angel blade right about now. Gabriel waves at him as Sam rolls his eyes. Lucifers shifts Sam's weight making room for him to access the computer on the desk.
" You knew!"
"Deserter get treated all the same."
Gabriel takes a seat on Lucifer’s desk taking a piece of candy from glass bowl stuff in his mouth, “I just want to see my nephew”.
Nephew Gabriel?!
Gabriel lets out a chuckle receiving a raise an eyebrow raises from Lucifer. Gabriel tries to pat the same head but Lucifers moves him farther away.
"Leave him be Gabe"
" I wanted to invite you and your son to a party am throwing this weekend. You've been working oh so hard lately. And loom at Sam practically skunking to the bone."
"I said no"
Sam glares at Gabriel wink. If this is his method of having alone time with him to discuss more he is failing miserably. Sam looks away more focused on what Lucifer is doing on the laptop. The background photo had him in a dinosaur onesie playing in the sand smiling like a big baby. The scar was nowhere to be seen on his neck. It was so foreign to him. How can he and this Sammy be the same? He seems to have immense adoration for the person behind the camera. Gabriel slams the laptop closed. Lucifer sits up nearly taking Sam's breath away from how quickly the gravity switch. Lucifers cuffs Sam's eyes as the new gush of wind enters the room hitting Sam's cheeks.
"You think you can just walk in here as if all is forgiven after what you've done. Get out!"
"Think about it," A shutter of feathers was heard before Lucifer sits back down with Sam in his arms. Lucifers sits Sam on his desk gripping his shoulders.
"Look at me" Sam couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. Lucifers shakes Sam once knocking the air he was holding inside. He sneaks a peak taken in the glance of Lucifer's concerns face.
"If you ever encounter him again you tell me." Sam looks at where Gabriel stood before.
" He the reason you’re like this. Do not forget that." Lucifers brushes Sam's hair out his face with his cool hands. Sam tries to move away but Lucifer grips his firm. He pulls him back into his lap covers him with a layer of burgundy wings that engulfs him. Sam goes on full panic mode trying to punch his way out. He reaches back to cover his now stinker bloodied knuckles. This body must not be used to hunt monsters because he is already out of breath wheezing. Sam lays back against the feather watching as it ripples at the spot he just pounded on. Not a single damage.
He can't keep what Lucifer said out of his mind. He the reason you’re like this. What did Gabriel do so bad that made Lucifer fear for his life? Sam flexes his knuckles peering at the only dim open in Lucifers feathers far from his reach.