It took a day before everyone was gathered again in Bobby’s house. Adam had spent the time reading some of the books in english in the library. He was still technically dead in the world so there wasn’t really much else he could do. Slow footsteps caught his attention and Adam closed the book he was holding. Sam and Gabriel walked into the library, satisfied smiles on their faces.
“You look happy,” Adam observed wryly, nodding at his brother and the archangel. Sam’s smile grew wider and he threw a fond glance at Gabriel.
“Let’s just say I had a few things cleared up,” Sam replied vaguely, settling down onto the couch across from the desk. Gabriel perched on the arm, snapping to summon a massive lollipop. He licked at it idly while looking around the room. His eyes narrowed when he saw that they were short one demon.
“Where’s Meg?” Gabriel asked, raising an eyebrow at Adam.
“She broke the trap,” Bobby explained, walking into the library from the kitchen. He held a glass filled with scotch and sipped from it. “Looks like she used fire to scorch through one of the lines.”
“Good thing she hasn’t attacked yet,” Sam noted, looking around the room as if he expected her to show up and try to kill them all. Dean and Cas wandered in as Sam spoke, their hands tangled together. Sam thought over the last several times he’d seen them together and realized they were almost always in some sort of contact or another. He grinned at both of them, happy that Dean had finally found someone who made him happy. And that Cas had as well.
“Who hasn’t attacked yet?” Dean asked, settling down on the other end of the couch. He beckoned to Cas, who came over and sat on the arm leaning into Dean.
“Meg,” Sam replied, rolling his eyes at Dean. His brother just grinned and pointed at Gabriel, who had his arm draped over Sam’s shoulders. “Why didn’t she attack when she got out?”
“Probably because she had bigger things to worry about, boy,” Bobby said gruffly, pulling a chair out of the kitchen and sitting down in it. There was silence for a few minutes as each considered Crowley and Meg. The feeling in the room dipped to worry and tension, everyone realizing that if Crowley wanted them dead, he could feasibly do it.
“Well, this is boring,” Gabriel announced suddenly, popping the lollipop out of his mouth. He snapped and a flatscreen TV appeared on the wall above Bobby’s little TV. The rest of the room changed as well, Gabriel ignoring Bobby’s annoyed huff. Three long couches took the place of the desk and tattered couch they had been sitting on while a popcorn machine worked in the corner. Gabriel got up and pulled Sam to one couch, settling down with his legs draped across the hunter’s lap.
Dean and Cas took another couch, wrapping their arms solidly around each other and cuddling. Adam and Bobby shrugged and took the last one, sitting at each end. Buckets of popcorn floated to each person, carried by Gabriel’s grace. He grinned before waving at the TV. Zachariah filled the screen, back in blue scrubs.
“Medical show,” Sam noted, laughing at the annoyed face of the former angel. His scrubs were spattered with blood and he was marching through one of the hospital’s hallways. “Uh oh,” Sam continued, seeing a brunette woman walking purposefully towards Zachariah.
“You coward,” the woman snapped, slapping Zachariah. Dean laughed hard, remembering this from when he and Sam had been stuck in TV Land themselves. Zachariah growled at the woman, face full of malice and hatred. She continued in the same vein before pulling Zach’s head down to hers and kissing him.
The screen went black and they could hear Zach cursing in the darkness. Dean continued to grin as the screen lightened to a crime scene. A man was lying facedown on wet grass, bullet holes riddling his back. Lights flashed from the police cars outside the barrier of yellow police tape. This time, Zach was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie.
“What do we have?” Zach asked, voice weary and strained. He’d been through different versions of this scene several times and knew the fastest way to get through it was just to deal with it. He listened as the fake people went through several trite and unoriginal puns, rolling his eyes at every other word. The scene was familiar to Sam and Dean as well but something was different this time.
Zachariah walked away from the body without even looking at it, triumph and an overwhelming hatred on his face. He looked up, almost directly out of the screen and at the hunters and angels gathered in Bobby’s library. Words in what Cas and Gabriel recognized as Encohian flowed from his mouth, the soft chanting growing louder and louder. Gabriel sat bolt upright, panic looking strangely out of place on his face.
“I don’t think so,” Gabriel muttered, glaring at the TV and starting to chant Enochian of his own. The image fuzzed out for several minutes but the others could clearly see Zach struggling. One hand flew to his throat as if he were choking and his face turned purple. Finally, the former angel dropped to his knees, his other hand scrabbling at the ground. Gabriel continued to chant until Zachariah fell to the ground, both hands going slack.
“What did you do to him?” Adam asked quietly, voice sounding loud in the complete silence after Gabriel stopped chanting. The former angel didn’t move and they could all see that he wasn’t even breathing.
Gabriel sat back on the couch, crossing his arms in a defensive gesture over his chest. Cas sent him a sympathetic look, knowing exactly what Gabriel had chanted. It couldn’t have been easy for the archangel, always believed to be the most sensitive of the Host. Gabriel burrowed into Sam’s arms, hiding his face against the hunter’s broad chest and shaking.
“I killed him,” Gabriel’s voice came, muffled. “I couldn’t let him escape and, once he remembered that spell, there was no way I could hold him.”
Sam fold his arms around Gabriel and held him close while the archangel clutched at his shirt. He could feel how distressed Gabriel was, even after everything Zachariah had done. Carding a hand through Gabriel’s hair, Sam whispered reassurances and love into his archangel’s ears until he stopped shaking and lifted his head.
“You did the right thing, boy,” Bobby said, nodding at Gabriel. “If he had escaped, he would have stopped at nothing to kill all of us. I know it was hard, but it was still right.”
Gabriel nodded at Bobby, his hands still fisted in Sam’s shirt. Sam knew that Gabriel was not going to recover from this quickly; Zachariah had been a brother. Bobby got up and changed the channel on the TV, putting a mindless comedy on to distract everyone. Gabriel and Sam continued to whisper quietly as the others politely ignored them.
Finally, the tension eased and Gabriel was able to enjoy the comedy. A weight had lifted from all of them, without anyone realizing it had been there. Zachariah was no longer a danger to them and the hunters and angels felt like they had a few moments to breathe. There was an unspoken truth with Crowley so life was as normal as it was ever going to get. They could worry about everything else later on.