Saved (Gabriel x Reader)

The Memory Remains

The whole room was on fire, but it was coming from the ceiling. Someone was shouting out a very familiar name and beside you, your twin brother, the person you had seen almost non-stop since you were born, was crying.

You felt that you were being picked up and then whoever it was that was holding you was running.

You looked at the person's face and realized that it was your dad. You wiggled around so you could get a better view of what was going on and saw that Dean, your older brother, was carrying a squirming bundle that you just knew was your twin, Sam.

You started crying because you couldn't see mom anywhere, you always felt so much care and protection radiating off her, and you really needed that right now.

"Shh, (Y/N), it's okay, it's okay", dad kept saying while looking at the fire that was devouring your home. A tear rolled down his cheek and fell on your blanket.

You tried to tell him that something else, something red and thick and horrible had dripped into your mouth a few minutes ago, but the sounds that came out were all random and didn't make any sense.

"Dad, Sammy's crying. What do I do?" Dean asked from beside you.

Dad looked at Sam and then at you. Somehow, in one fluid movement you were being held by Dean and dad was holding Sam, who just wouldn't stop crying.

No one said anything for a while, but there were still a lot of sounds surrounding you. Sam was crying, Dean was trying to hum the lullaby that mom always sung to you because he didn't know what else to do. One of the neighbours must have called the fire brigade because there was a high pitched noise like a siren that was approaching. And the sound that was most clear: the sound of your house burning down. It was quiet, the creaking of wood as it burned and the occasional, barely audible sound of glass smashing, but somehow, that was the sound you focused on

You didn't cry or scream or shout. You were looking at your twin. Something bad had happened to both of you only a short while ago, but you didn't know what it was and it scared you.

Dad sighed, and there was so much pain in that sigh.

"Mary..."

***

You woke up in your room in the dorm. You had had that dream again. No, not a dream, more like a memory.

A memory of that terrible night that had changed your life forever. The night you lost all hope of ever being normal.

You wondered whether Sam remembered it. After all, he was there too. But he never said anything to you, so you didn't think he did. You didn't know why you remembered it, you were only a baby then, but it was like it happened yesterday. Every single detail of what happened was still there in your brain, and sometimes it came to haunt you in the middle of the night like today.

You reached under you pillow to check if your gun was still there. Of course it was, where else would it be? You guessed that you were slightly paranoid, but hey, that's what hunting monsters does to a person.

The clock on your bedside table showed that it was 4:27, but you knew that you weren't going to be able to fall asleep again, no matter how hard you tried. You've gone through this before and you knew that if you tried to go to sleep again, you would only see the flames.

You desperately wanted to talk to your family - not about that dream. You just wanted to hear their voices. It had been so long since you saw them and you missed them so much.