Breaking Free

New :Life

I woke up to the sound of my alarm on my new phone. I groaned and quickly turned off the loud not so peaceful sound. ‘Five thirty, yeah that wasn’t too early to be awake at all’ I thought sarcastically to myself. Ah well, the boys had said last night that I would get plenty of time to sleep between jobs. But still, it should be illegal to have to wake up before the sun. God I hated mornings. Scratch that, I like mornings. It’s the waking up part that I’m not a fan of.

I sat up and glanced around the empty room, Gabriel must have left not long after I fell asleep. I would have to thank him when I saw him, not a single nightmare. I sighed, realizing I would have to get out of bed soon and get ready for the day.

Within an hour I was showered, dressed, and had applied a little make up. I walked over to the doors that connected the rooms, and realizing the boys hadn’t locked theirs, figured it was safe to walk in. The water was running so one of them must have been in the shower but there was no sign of the other. And neither of the angels was in the room. I shrugged, not like it was a big deal. They could pop in and out whenever they wanted so why stick around if there was nothing to do?

I noticed a book sitting on the small table. “Supernatural”. Well I had nothing else to do while I waited for the boys so what the heck. I plopped down on the nearest bed and started reading. I guessed the author, Carver Edlund, must have known the boys because he seemed to be writing about them. Perhaps he was a family friend or he had met Sam and Dean during one of their jobs? Either way it was a good book, really well written. The author had talent, that was for sure. I had gotten about a fourth of the way through by the time I heard the water turn off. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened to reveal Sam, still looking half asleep.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“My room got boring so I came here. Is that okay?” I bit my lip nervously. Great, now he would think I have no sense of privacy for others.

He nodded. “Yeah. What book is that?” He walked over and flipped it over, reading the cover.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked. I was bored and I’m nosey. Sorry.” I looked down, ashamed. I had no right to go through their stuff and read their books without their permission. “It’s about you and Dean.” Of course he would know that, but hey, like I said I’m nosey. That was my way of asking how they knew this Carver guy.

He sighed, giving in to my silent demand. “Yeah. His real name is Chuck Shurley. We met him not too long ago. He is a prophet. He has dreams and writes them down. Dean and I told him not to publish any more books though; it is our life after all.”

I nodded, trying to understand. “So if you lived it then why get the book?”

Sam shrugged. “Donno. To see how accurate it is I guess. To see if I’m as much of a wimp as Dean says. Mostly just bored and to get Gabriel to stop nagging me about it.” I smiled. I didn’t know the archangel that well, but it did kind of sound like something he would do.

We were interrupted when Dean barged into the room, bag in one hand and box of donuts in the other. “Rise and shine. I brought breakfast, eat up. Don’t worry Sammy, I got you something too, ya health nut.” He commented, noticing Sam’s disapproving frown at the not so healthy food and tossing him a banana and granola bar from the bag.

I stood up and grabbed a cream filled donut and granola bar, smiling at the older brother. “Thanks Dean. So when were we planning on heading out?”

“Just as soon as we are all ready.” I tried not to look too disgusted when he spoke and bits of food went flying out of his mouth.

Sam on the other hand, openly frowned at his brother. “Dean, please for the love of pie, do not talk while your mouth is full.”

I raised my eyebrows, smirking slightly. “For the love of pie? Really?”

“Yeah, my dear brother here thinks there is nothing greater. Understandable I guess, most angels are dicks and God stopped caring long ago. So for Dean pie is the next best thing.” He sighed dramatically, trying to keep from smiling.

I pretended to think it over, playing along with Sam and the melodrama. “I don’t know. Pie is great and all, but obviously ice cream is better.”

“Oh you did not just say that.” Dean looked at Sam in a back me up kind of way. “Sammy, baby brother, tell the lady she is corrupt in her ways.” Sam just shrugged in a ‘you’re on your own’ kind of way. “Fine then, have it your way.” He turned back to me, a look of triumph in his eyes. “You are herby demoted from your previous status of shotgun. You must now be forevermore punished by the shame of the backseat.”

I let out an over the top gasp, hands covering my mouth and all. “You wouldn’t.” But the look he gave me told me he would. “Then you leave me no choice. I will call upon Gabriel and make him turn your precious car into a junkyard worthy pickup truck, complete with Hello Kitty stickers.”

“You threaten Baby you threaten me. Be prepared grasshopper, for you have just declared war on the prankster king.” He crossed his arms with a smug look on his face. Sam, who was watching from the sidelines, was struggling to hold in his laughter.

“You might think you have won, but I have Sam on my side. Two heads is better than one.” I dragged an unwilling Sam to my side in an effort to emphasize my point.

“Cas!” Dean called, not having to wait more than two seconds before the angel appeared right behind him. “Well I have an angel, and that counts as two. So now we outnumber you.”

“Gabriel!” I didn’t have to wait long before he materialized lying on the bed and licking a lollipop. “Well I have an archangel and he counts as three. So five against three, I think we win. Again.” Now it was my turn to look triumphant.

Cas tilted his head and squinted his eyes. He looked confused. He opened his mouth, presumably to ask Dean what the real reason he was summoned for was, when the hunter in question started talking. “Come on, we have a job to do.” He glanced down at his watch and grabbed his keys before storming out the door. Apparently Dean was a sore loser.

“Is that really the only reason you made us come here? To settle some childish argument? Because let me tell you I have a very busy schedule.” Gabriel raised his eyebrow questioningly. He didn’t seem to mind too much, considering he was still looking perfectly comfortable reclining on the bed and eating his candy.

I rolled my eyes. “If it was such a burden then why did you two even bother to come?”

He shrugged. “Figured that it would be important, or at least interesting.”

Castiel spoke at almost the same time. “I always come when Dean calls.”

Sam made a weird face as he processed the answer. “How nice of you Cas. Ya know maybe someday you might think of offering me the same courtesy.”

Again the angel tilted his head. “What do you mean Sam?”

“I mean that I could be trying to call you and pray to you for hours and get nothing but if Dean so much as sneezes you are there in the blink of an eye.” He crosses his arms, giving his friend a knowing look.

Cas looked down; apparently hurt that Sam would think he favored his brother. “I am sorry Sam, I was not aware it bothered you. Like I said before, Dean and I do share a more profound bound. But you are my friend too; I do not want you to think I would not be there to help you.”

“Awe, how sweet. What a nice friendly bonding moment. Now if you ladies will excuse me I have to teach a few unfortunate souls a lesson.” Gabriel was about to pop out when he noticed the almost identical looks Sam and Cas were giving him. “Don’t worry, no killing. Haven’t in a while. Don’t ya trust me?” And with that he was gone.

Not too long after Cas also disappeared to who knows where and I was in the car with the brothers. “So since your cover is a new agent, you don’t have to worry about talking too much. Feel free to ask questions if you think it is relevant and write down anything you think will help.” Sam handed me a notepad and pen. “You ready?” I nodded, sounded easy enough for now. “Good, cause here we are.”

Dean parked the impala in front of a well kept suburb house. It looked perfectly normal from the outside, hard to imagine this was the house of freak ceiling accident man. We walked up the front steps and Dean had his hand raised to knock when the door opened to reveal a little girl about eight years old and long hair covering most of her face. Her mother stood right behind her.

Noticing the boys were reaching for their badges to show her, I quickly did the same. “Hello Mrs. Onda. Agents Cliff, Marley, and Jones.” He pointed to each of us in turn as he introduced us. “Can we ask you a few questions?”

She nodded. I noticed she looked somewhat unsure of her decision. She squatted down so she was eye level with her daughter. “Can you ride the bus today sweetie?” She nodded. “Okay. Have a good day at school Maddie.” The girl ran around us and ran down to the bus stop. “Come in, please. And you can feel free to call me Deborah, or Deb if you prefer. ” She ushered us inside and to the sitting room, getting us all a glass of tea. “What do you need to know?”

“Your husband, Jackson, the reports say you found the body.” Sam spoke gently, comfortingly. She nodded and I couldn’t help but think her sadness was at least a little forced. “Can you tell us exactly what you saw, in your own words?”

“I was picking Maddie up from school; he was watching the T.V. up in our room. When we got home I went upstairs to check on him and see if he needed anything. What I found was horrible.” She bit back a sob. I felt bad for the woman, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that she was acting. Not lying, just acting. Like she didn’t mind that much that her husband was gone… “The fan blades were embedded in the walls, one of them straight through his chest, keeping him attached to the wall. There was so much blood… So much blood…”

I gently placed my hand on her upper arm, nodding sympathetically at her, silently urging her on. She smiled thankfully at me. “What did you do then?” I asked quietly.

“Maddie was still downstairs having a snack; she didn’t know anything had happened. I didn’t want her to see what had happened so I called our neighbors and asked if they could watch her for a few hours and promising to explain later. They said she could stay over and I called the cops. They did what they could and apparently sent you to finish the job. I don’t know what to tell you, it was a freak accident, that’s all. As for my daughter, she knows her dad is gone but I haven’t told her the details. I didn’t want to give my little girl nightmares.”

Dean nodded. “Thank you for your time Mrs. Onda, but I think we have everything we need for the moment. If you can think of anything else don’t hesitate to give us a call.” He handed her a card and she thanked us and we were off.

“Hey Dean?” Sam asked once we had gotten back into the car. Dean made a sound of acknowledgement, urging him to finish his train of thought. “Did you notice anything about her daughter Maddie?”

Dean started the engine and started driving. “No, why? Was there something wrong with her?”

Sam shook his head. “I just thought she had a black eye. Looked like she had gotten punched or something. Maybe it was nothing, just a trick of the light.”

But I wasn’t so sure. I tried to piece the clues together in my mind as we drove to the next house.

The other interviews seemed to go a lot like the first. Questioning the spouses of the deceased and getting the details. All of them seemed to happen while the other parent was picking up the other student from school. Also they seemed to have to fake at least a little bit of the sadness, that wasn’t normal. If someone you love enough to marry dies normally you don’t have to pretend to be heartbroken.

There didn’t seem to be much else in common with the other victims. They all had kids that went to that elementary school, but they were all in different grades. The Lego man and the barbequed man both had kid in the same fifth grade class, the suffocated by pillows woman had a child in sixth grade, and Maddie was in third grade. None of the kid’s seemed to be friends outside of class and the parents didn’t know each other. It had to be something though; the brothers had said ghosts normally follow some sort of pattern.

I had suggested not bothering to find the pattern, just killing the ghost and leaving, it would make the job go by quicker. But the boys had argued that the pattern could help us find who the ghost was. And it could tell them who the next victim would be, so I agreed to do it their way. They were the experts after all, I was just tagging along.

Our next stop was Hawley Elementary School. It was kind of small for a school, must not have a lot of students. Dean turned to Sam and they had one of their brotherly telepathic conversation things. It kind of creped me out when they did that. “Okay so you get the general idea of what to do right?” I nodded in response to Sam’s question. “Good. So to make this faster we will each go to a different teacher for the interviews. Think you can handle that on your own?” again I nodded. The boys got out of the car and I followed them into the building.

We flashed our fake badges at the lady working at the check in desk and she gave us each an approved visitor’s sticker. She told us the room numbers and that the kids had recess soon so if they weren’t in the room they were outside watching the students. We thanked her and went off in our separate directions.

I knocked on the door before opening it slightly to see that the kids were getting lined up to go outside. I spotted Maddie at the back of the line. She caught my eye and ran up to me. “I saw you earlier today. You were talking to my mommy. Is everything okay?”

I bent down to her level and smiled reassuringly at her. “Everything is just fine; we just had some questions to ask her.” I frowned slightly when I noticed Sam had been right. “Your name is Maddie right?” She nodded. “Tell me Maddie, why do you have a black eye?”

She looked panicked for a moment but recovered quickly. “I was riding my bike and I ran into our mailbox.” She was a good liar, I’ll give her that.

The bell rang and I stood up and got out of the way to allow the kids to run outside. I waited for the students to file out and started walking with the teacher. I noticed her name plate on her desk read ‘Mrs. White.’

“Hi, I’m special agent Holly Jones. I came to ask you a few questions if that’s okay?” I asked and showed her the badge.

She glanced at me and nodded. “The office sent me a text alerting me you were on your way up. I saw you talking to Maddie so I take it this is about her father’s unfortunate death?” We followed the kids outside So Mrs. White could keep an eye on them and make sure they stayed safe.

I nodded. “Yes, that’s right. I trust you know most of the details from the papers.” She gave a nod of agreement. “But this meeting is more about Maddie. How has she been taking this?”

I glanced over to Mrs. White who had her eyes trained on the field where the young girl in question was playing with a few friends. “Surprisingly she seems to be taking it rather well. But to be fair she didn’t see her father that much to be able to miss him. From what I have heard from her mother during conferences he is away on business trips a lot and is usually at the office. And on his way home he would stop by the local bar, so she would be in bed by the time he got home. My sister is a bartender and she says he is the one that keeps them in business. And from what I have heard he is not the nicest drunk.”

“What do you mean?” I had a theory of course, but I had to make sure. I had to keep her talking; we were finally getting something here. I kind of felt bad for taking advantage of the teachers kind and sharing personality, but we had to get rid of the ghost so I reasoned with myself that it had to be done.

“My sister told me stories of him getting into countless bar fights. I met him once on back to school night. He was not the kindest man either. He was strict and harsh. Not the kind of man you wanted to mess with, I don’t even want to imagine what he was like with a bit of alcohol in his system.” So he threw punches when intoxicated. But did the abuse ever leave the bar and enter his home? That black eye sure did not look like just a bicycle accident.

That was all I needed to hear. I took down the notes and asked a few more questions to make me sound more like a member of the FBI. I thanked her and left just as the kids were lining up to go back into class.

“You guys find anything?” Dean asked once we were all sedated back in his car. “I basically just got a repeated of what the parents said, didn’t get any new information.”

Sam pulled out a paper from his inside pocket. “Yeah, I got a theory but I don’t know if I’m right. Mr. Umback printed this out for me. He said their last principle died over the winter holidays. Apparently he was the best principle this school has had sense it was built. He worked there for thirty six years, so he knew all the staff and everything. He made a point of getting to know each of the students individually. I think he might be our ghost. But I’m still not sure why he chooses the victims he did.” He frowned in thought.

“I think I might have an answer for that.” I spoke up, somewhat shyly. I hoped I was right, I hated being wrong and I had no defiant proof. The boys looked at me expectantly. “Well Maddie had that black eye. And according to her teacher her father was not the nicest man. It was implied that he was abusive. So if this principle guy took enough time to get to know the students it would make sense that he would care about them right? So maybe he was going after all the parents that had abused their kids.”

Dean nodded, processing the information. “That makes sense. The kid of the barbequed man looked like he had cigarette burns all over his arms, and the Lego mans kid was wearing long sleeves, so he might have been covering up bruises and scars.”

“So if the ghost is killing off the parents in the same way they abused their children, which would mean Mrs. Patrick somehow deprived her son of air. Attempted drowning, suffocation, something. Nothing that would leave a physical mark though, her son looked physically unharmed.” Sam shuddered at the thought. “I can’t even imagine what would have had to be going through their minds to harm their own child.”

I nodded in agreement. “My parents would never have laid a finger on me in a harmful way. Especially not at such a young age.”

Sam nodded in agreement but I noticed that Dean said nothing. His eyes were focused on the road as gripped the wheel tight and started driving.

We made it back to the hotel quickly and were once again all gathered in Sam and Dean’s room. I picked up the book I had started earlier and started reading. With the boys permission of course. I was curious about them and wanted to learn all I could about them, and if that involved reading the prophets’ book then so be it. The boys were kind of like me, they liked to keep things bottled up. So I had a better chance reading about them then for them to tell me everything that happened to them. And the books were really well written, it was easy to get lost in the pages and pretend it was just a fictional universe with fictional characters even though Sam and Dean were right in front of me.

The boys were crowded around Sam’s laptop, digging up information on the principle. Not too long after Sam announced they found the cemetery where he was buried.

“Cas! Gabriel! Get your feathery asses down here.” Dean called, looking towards the ceiling. I raised my eyebrows at him, doubting it would work. Surprisingly it did though, and there was a sound of wings flapping before the angels appeared.

“Yes Dean? You called?” Cas asked after appearing, invading the hunters bubble more than was necessary.

“Yeah. We found where our ghost is, Sam and I were just about to go ice the bastard. We need you two to watch over Abby, just in case something goes wrong.”

Gabriel eyed me, a thoughtful expression on his face. “She looks tough, she doesn’t need any bodyguards. But if you're sure about leaving me alone in a room with a pretty lady then I won’t complain.”

I would have been flattered that he called me pretty if I hadn’t known he was just saying it to get on Dean’s nerves. As predicted, the hunter let out a growl, “Don’t even think about touching her or I will kill you.”

Sam stepped between them before anything got too serious. “Calm down, both of you. Besides, he won’t be alone with her. Cas is here too.” He tried to re3ason with his brother. Dean continued glaring at the angel. “Okay, how about you go wait in the car before you kill someone.” He steered Dean out of the door.

Sam shook his head, frowning at Gabriel. “You really should know better than to purposefully aggravate my brother by now. One day he might not be kidding. All he has to do is ask to borrow Castiel’s angel blade and its over.”

Gabriel sighed and sat on the bed. “You worry too much Sammy, it’s all good. I’m a freaking archangel; I know how to stay alive.”

Sam rolled his eyes and walked out the door, mumbling something about “Don’t call me Sammy.”

“He is right though.” I said, looking at the archangel. “You should at least try to pretend to be nice to him, considering he is the one letting you stay.”

Castiel walked over and turned to me. “Sam lets him stay too. And for whatever reason so do I. Dean is outnumbered, he does not have the power to make Gabriel leave. As great as Dean is he can hold a grudge, and because of this he chooses not to see that my brother has changed in his ways. Although I suspect he does not hate my brother as much as he likes to pretend.”

I smiled slightly. If Cas could see there was a chance of them becoming friends then it wasn’t a lost cause after all. It would just take a lot of time. “Well obviously. Why get rid of the source of free pie?” I joked.

Gabriel placed a hand to his heart, pretending to be hurt. “Why Miss Abigall, I am offended. That is all you think I am good for? Creating desserts? Oh how your words wound me. Woe is me!”

I smirked at him and rolled my eyes, deciding to play along for a little while. “Oh good knight of heaven, I did not mean to wound thee! However can I make up for my treacherous deed?”

“You cannot for the damage has already been done. And to think I battled countless demons to get to you!”

Cas stared at us quizzically, silently questioning our sanity. “Gabriel you are not injured, and if you are trying to make her feel guilty I do not think this is the correct approach.”

Gabriel gave a long dramatic sigh. “Sorry about my brother, he just doesn’t get the whole socializing thing.” He walked over to Castiel, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking his head disapprovingly. “My dear little brother, how many times must I explain to you that sometimes it doesn’t kill ya to loosen up a bit?”

The dark haired angel glared at Gabriel. “I just think we should stay alert in case something goes wrong and Dean calls for our assistance.”

Gabriel smirked knowingly at Cas. “Of course, whatever would you do if your favorite human got a splinter?”

“You know I do think Cas seems to favor Dean. I wonder why?” I poked Cas in the side teasingly. It was painfully obvious that there was something going on between the angel and the hunter.

Cas shifted his weight, an uncomfortable look on his face. “That is only because Dean and I share a more profound bond, as it was me who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. I would think you would know all about that Gabriel.” He said, shifting his gaze from his brother to me.

“Stop trying to change the subject. Besides, I just met Gabriel. You have known Dean for a while. Enough time to develop feelings perhaps.” I hinted, still trying to figure out their relationship.

Castiel squinted his eyes, probably still trying to figure out the motives behind our questions. “Yes I have feelings for Dean. And for Sam. They are my friends; I do not see how it is unusual to care for them.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes, realizing we would be getting nothing out of Cas for the time being. I shrugged in defeat; I would give up my little quest. For now anyways.

I plopped myself back on the bed and opened the book, trying to focus on the words. It would have been a lot easier had Gabriel not been ‘reading’ over my shoulder and eating his candy as loud as humanly possible. I turned to him, smiling sweetly. My voice was dripping with fake sweetness. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but would you mind not getting your candy crumbs all over my book?”

“Actually I’m quite comfortable where I am.” I glared at him. “Okay, I’m moving, calm down.” He stood up and walked to the other end of the room. “Better?” He asked sarcastically.

I shook my head. “No, your presence is rather distracting. Maybe if you left I could be able to actually get some reading done.”

He looked at me with big pleading eyes. “Don’t kick me out, Sam and Dean would kill me if they found out I left you alone with my brother. Can I stay please? Pretty pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

I sighed, already giving in. I never could stay that mad at someone for very long, especially when they gave me the puppy eyes. And Gabriel seemed to have mastered those. “I don’t see how the physical appearance of the please makes any difference. But I guess I forgive you, you can stay. Just stop giving me the look of a puppy that just got locked outside in the rain. Deal?”

He smiled happily, bouncing back over to where I was. “Deal.” I smiled back at him; he did look a lot better with his happy smile than he did with the kicked puppy expression.

I put the book down, giving up on it for the time being. Gabriel wasn’t going to let me concentrate on it anyways so why bother? “Well this is fun.” I said sarcastically after a moment of silence.

Gabriel bit his lip, presumably thinking of something to do to entertain us till the boys got back.

Castiel, who had seemed perfectly comfortable, standing in the corner of the room and listening for any prayers from the Winchesters; suddenly turned to us, a worried expression on his face. “Dean is calling, I must go.” With the sound of fluttering wings he was gone.

I turned to Gabriel, suddenly panicking. “What do you think happened? Are they okay? What of something went wrong? Should you go help them too?”

He took a few steps closer to me, placing his hands on my shoulders and looking me in the eye. He started talking slowly, comfortingly. “Don’t worry, they are probably fine. If it was anything serious they would have called us both. They have faced way worse than a stupid ghost in their lifetime, I’m sure they are just fine. Okay?”

I took a deep breath. “Like what?” Not that I didn’t believe him, I did, I just need some reassurance. In the short time I had known the boys I had grown attached to them. They were like the brothers I never had but always wanted.

“Like me. Trust me; an angry spirit is nothing to them.” He gently pulled me into his chest in a light hug.

I took a few seconds to calm myself down before pulling away slightly. “Thank you.” I whispered. He nodded and we walked over to the bed to wait for the boys. My hands were tightly clenched in my lap and my foot was tapping the ground quickly, a sure sign I was nervous. Gabriel rubbed small circled into my back in an attempt to calm me down.

As soon as the hotel room opened and I saw that all three were safe and in one piece, I jumped up and threw my arms around them, struggling slightly with Sam as he was a lot taller than me. I pulled away quickly, embarrassed at my behavior. “Your okay, you’re all okay. What happened?”

Sam smiled at my concern. “It’s no big deal really. Right before we torched the bones it threw me into one of the large tombstones and broke my arm. We just called Cas to heal me before we came back all bruised. We didn’t want to worry you.”

“Well next time make sure you tell Cas to tell us it isn’t serious, we were worried out of our minds.” I playfully whacked him on the arm, too relieved that he was okay to actually be mad.

Dean chuckled slightly. “Will do princess. Now, who wants food? I think I saw a decent looking diner not too far from here.”

Gabriel stepped forward, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Sorry Deano, that’s not good enough. This was Abby’s first case with you boys, don’t you think the poor girl deserves better than some crappy diner burger for a celebration meal?” We all looked at him slightly confused; trying to figure out what he was getting at. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand, cutting the silence with a loud snap of his fingers. Tables appeared all over the room, each one with different types of food. Chinese, Italian, Mexican, Seafood, you name it and it was there. And right in the center of the dessert table was a large bowl of…

“Sour skittles!” I exclaimed happily as I made my way towards the candy.

Gabriel smiled at my excitement. “She goes for the dessert first, I like the way she thinks.” He grabbed his own plate of sugary sweets and plopped down on the bed to eat.

The other boys didn’t need much more encouragement before getting their own fair share of the food. Even Castiel grabbed a hamburger, claiming they made him ‘very happy.’

The food was great, better than any restaurant food I had ever eaten. Ah, the perks of being friends with an archangel. But of course there were only five of us and several tables filled with never ending food, there was no way we would be able to finish it in one meal. Once we were all happy with the amount of food we got Gabriel got rid of it the same way it came, with a simple snap of his fingers. Surprisingly even Dean thanked the angel for the fantastic meal.

“But seriously, we could have been eating like this the whole time. Why hold out on us like this?” Sam asked, not exactly complaining but not exactly complementing the food either.

Gabriel shrugged like it was no big deal. “I didn’t want you getting fat. It kinda hard to run from demons if you have to stop every thirty feet for air.”

Sam, Gabriel, and I were sitting on one of the beds and facing Dean and Cas who were on the other. “So what now? You guys got rid of this ghost so where does the next hunt take us?” I asked.

Dean shrugged. “Not sure yet. We will probably stay in town till tomorrow at least, just to make sure it really is gone and everyone is okay. Then we hit the road and look for a job. Preferably one that is close-ish to where we are so we don’t have to drive as far and can get there quickly before too many others are killed.” I nodded, sounded like a reasonable plan.

The ghost was gone; everyone was safe, and we got a fantastic diner. Over all the day went by pretty good. So why did I still feel like I was forgetting something?

I was back in my hotel room, lying on my back in the bed with my eyes closed and pretending to sleep. I was tired, both physically and mentally. It seemed my body was still drained of all energy from being in Hell. I wonder how long that will last. I’ll have to ask Dean later.

I groaned out loud as I realized I wouldn’t be able to be getting sleep any time soon. I sat up and turned on the light, rubbing my eyes and letting them adjust. I almost thought of asking Gabriel to come and do what he did last night, making me sleep with no nightmares. But I didn’t he had already done way too much for me and I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

I didn’t need the sound of wings to tell me he was here, I could feel it. I could sense those incredible gold colored eyes staring into the back of my head. “Gabriel. What are you doing here? I was about to go to sleep.”

He raised his eyebrow at me, unbelievingly. “Right, of course you were. That’s why the light is on. Relax, I’m not being stalkerish, I just wanna talk. Is that okay?”

I sighed, realizing he wouldn’t be leaving without getting what he came here for. I patted the bed space next to me, moving over to the side to make room for him. “What’s up?”

He sat down, stretching his legs out on the bed. “Look, Abby, I might not be the best at reading human emotions but I think I am right in assuming that your little freaking out earlier was not completely just worrying about Sam or Dean.”

I groaned, I did not want to talk about this right now. Especially to an angel I just met who probably didn’t care about my pathetic human issues in the first place.

He probably sensed that I was about to protest and placed a finger to my lips, effectively shutting me up. “Now of course I did some digging about your past before I pulled you out of my dear brother’s fiery layer and I found some interesting stuff. Like the fact that you went willingly with no protesting.”

“I knew what I had gotten myself into when I made the deal, I knew the consequences. What’s your point? What does this have to do with Sam or Dean?”

“Well they have been hunting practically their whole life, as you probably know from talking to them and reading their books.” I nodded, still not sure where exactly he was taking this. “And you should know that a ghost is not at all challenging for hunters of their experience. So my theory is that you panic earlier had nothing to do with the boys at all, but more to do with why you sold your soul in the first place.”

“Dylan.” I whispered, more to myself than to Gabriel.

“Bingo, exactly. He died facing a ghost and when Cas disappeared all nervous like you remembered that night in the forest.”

“Okay, so I got a few flashbacks. What’s your point?” It was late and I was tired, I didn’t have time for his games right now. I just wanted him to get to the point so I could try to sleep.

“My point is you were distracted by your past. And the only way to get past that is to face it.” He looked at me expectantly, waiting for a response.

“What exactly are you suggesting?” I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.

“I’m just saying I could help. I could bring you back to your home town; let you see your friends again. Tie up any loose ends and say your final goodbyes. If you want. When you are ready of course, no rush.”

I smiled gratefully at him; he could actually be really sweet and thoughtful when he wanted to be. “I might just have to take you up on that someday.”

He smiled back, happy to have done something right. “Goodnight Abigall.”

“G’night.” I mumbled sleepily as I sunk back into the bed. Gabriel reached behind him and turned out the light, leaving the room in darkness again.

This time I didn’t have to ask for the no nightmares, he seemed to read my mind as he snapped his fingers and I could feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into the beautiful world of sleep. Right before I fully fell asleep, I could have sworn I heard him whisper something along the lines of “One day I will find out what makes you so special Abigall Spiers.”

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