First Person Sample for London Lost

 Dean, 

You are in the shower right now washing off Lucifer's smell or something like that and I'm writing this as fast I can. I'm hoping I'll be long gone by the time the water stops running because we suck at confrontation and I need to leave. I should feel angry, I should be ready to go charging after Lucifer, but I'm not. All I feel right now is guilt. This whole end of the world mess is my fault, if I hadn't let Ruby tangle me up in demon blood the seals wouldn't have broken and we wouldn't be knee deep in angels. 

Yeah we still have Cas but his Grace is fading and how long before it's gone and he can't protect us anymore. And we had Gabriel, but he just joined the list of people who decided I was worth dying for. The  truth is I'm not, I never was and I will never forgive myself for him doing what he did for me. I've decided to head to London, there might be someone in the hunting community there who can help me stop Lucifer and save the world without saying yes. 

Yes I'm running away, again, and yes I know the last few times I've done it it didn't work out, but I feel like this and saying yes are my only options left. I refuse to even think about saying yes without exploring every last text and magical outlet. Please don't come after me. I need to do this on my own and know you and Cas are safe together. 

I promise to come back if and when I've found a solution...I promise. Just stay safe and try to not piss anyone off without me. 

I love you, 

Sam 

Third Person Sample for London Lost

 Gabriel was going to die and Sam knew it. He stared the archangel down as if pushing his own thoughts into Gabriel's head would stop him from doing something stupid. He knew it wasn't going to work, but he felt so helpless. He wanted to say something anything that wouldn't cheapen the moment. Gabriel kept trying to nudge Sam, Dean and Kali toward the door and Sam planted his feet so that no matter how Gabriel pushed against him, the group wouldn't move. 

"Let us help," Sam begged softly, "please Gabriel don't face him alone."  The angel just turned to Sam and flashed that mega watt smile that made Sam's heart throb and twist like a wet towel in his chest. "Don't you trust me Sambo," Gabriel said, Sam took a deep breath and tried to think of a comeback that would both communicate his guilt, anger and yes even love for the angel who had driven him insane for over five years. 

"I love you," was too simple in Sam's mind. It didn't say enough about how Sam felt and he was sure Gabriel would just laugh off the words anyway. "Please don't," he says softly trying to put all he is feeling into the words, "we can get out of this together, Don't waste your Grace on me." That still sounded weak and too much like begging for Sam's tastes, but how could he tell an angel the human he was protecting wanted to die. Gabriel pushed back against Sam. "Go," the angel hissed, "and give my brothers and sisters hell for as long as you can." 

Sam gives a weak chuckle as his mind starts making plans that do not involved giving any angel hell for any reason. He will find a way to save the world without going to hell or seeing anymore of his family or friends die. There had to be someone, somewhere who could help him. But first he had to turn his back and let the angel he loved save him.