Supernatural: Miscalculation-ch. 5
Sam’s eyes widened. “You do? Who is she?” Gabriel smirked. “Her name is Odyne, the Greek goddess of pain. You don’t have much information on her, but I knew her for a while.” Sam scoffed. “Of course you did,” he said, knowing that was the wrong thing to say, but it hurt every time one of Gabe’s exes were brought up, in conversation or otherwise. Gabriel’s face fell. “Don’t be like that Sam; it wasn’t in that kind of way.” “It wasn’t, then how was it? How did you know her?” Sam tried to keep the anger out of his voice.
“We were friends, until she started hanging around with Hades. I told her it wasn’t going to end well, and it didn’t. The pain she causes is to justify her pain, the pain of dating Hades, of her life, the curse of her family, all of it. She isn’t happy unless she’s using someone to forget her own suffering,” Gabriel explained.
Supernatural: Miscalculation-ch. 2
Dean groaned. His head throbbed and he went to sit up, but felt his arms pulled back. He looked up to see his wrists were locked in shackles, and locked to a headboard on a bed. He looked around. “Cas?” he called into the bed room. “Sam? Gabriel?” He tugged against the cuffs and tried to sit up, and the bed sheets moved and his legs felt cold. “What the hell?” he muttered, shifting, and then rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Alright you son of a bitch,” he called. “Come on out!” Dean waited. He heard the wind outside, but nothing else. “You’ve got me chained down; I can’t do a thing to you! Show yourself…” There was no movement. “Unless you’re scared? And why am I not wearing pants? Huh?” Dean growled and tugged against the cuffs again. “Come on you bastard, show your ugly face!” As soon as those words left his lips, the door opened. A tall figure in a black cloak tha
Sam Winchester sat in a chair in a one story house. His arms had been tied behind his back and his ankles had been tied to the wooden chair as well. He also had rope tied over his chest, binding him to the chair and forcing him to look straight ahead at the door. A strip of cloth was pulled tightly over his lips, gagging him. He struggled, wriggling in the chair, muffled grunts making their way to his bound mouth. As he struggled, some hair fell in his eyes. He struggled for a minute more when a flutter of wings came from the left side of the chair. Sam turned, and there stood Gabriel.
“What’s up sweet stuff?” the arch angel asked, watching Sam’s eyes widen in surprise. Gabriel snapped his fingers and the gag was gone. “Gabe,” Sam said breathlessly. “You have to get out of here.” Gabriel frowned. “No way kiddo, your brother has been worried sick about you, and we’ve b