Breaking Free

Goodbye

I was actually going to do it. After all this time of wishing and hoping for an opportunity to see him one last time and finally gaining the courage to do so, Gabriel was actually going to take me to see Dylan. And I was freaking out. What if he didn’t recognize me? What if he forgot about me? What if he didn’t believe it was really me and thought I was a demon or something and tried to attack me? I sighed and sat back down on the motel bed. All this worry was not good for my stress levels.

There was a knock on the door. I smiled slightly to myself, since when did Gabriel knock? He must have known that this would be hard for me though sense he waited for me to open the door before entering. “Hey. The brothers just left. You ready?” Gabriel asked before seeing the state I was in. “What's wrong? Not having second thoughts are you?”

I sighed and sat down. “No, it’s not that. I want to do this, really I do. It’s just I haven't seen the guy in over three hundred years from my point of view and what if it doesn’t go how I imagine it will? What do I even say to him?” I looked up at him for an answer. Gabriel always said or did the exact thing I needed to make me smile. I was counting on that now.


Gabriel sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting down next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “You worry too much, you know that right? Thing is Abby, no matter how many times you think it over and go through it in your head it will never be exactly how you imagine it. The most you can do is go there and hope for the best.” I nodded numbly, looking down at my hands that were currently folded in my lap. “Tell you what; I can do you another favor too okay?” I looked up into his beautiful golden eyes and nodded slowly for him to continue. “I can make you unseen by him so long as you are touching me, hold my hand or something. He won't be able to see you or hear you until you are ready and let go. Take a few seconds and observe the best way to approach him before you are noticed.”

I smiled gratefully at the angel. It might have been just a small act, but to me it meant so much. I smiled slightly and nodded. I checked the clock on my bed stand, 11:30. It was far past time for us to be on our way. “Thank you that could help a lot.” I spoke in a soft voice.

He smiled; glad he had managed to cheer me up. He untangled his arm from around me and stood up. “Okay. Let’s get this over with.” He smiled reassuringly at me as he held out his hand. I took it gratefully and a second later we had left the room.









It took me a second to take in my surroundings, but when I did I instantly regretted choosing today to see him. It was the twenty third of August and we were standing in the middle of a cemetery staring at a gravestone with a few freshly placed flowers on it. How could I possibly be stupid enough to forget the date? Of course he would come by on the anniversary of my death. Oh my God, he was probably going to hate me for choosing the most painful day to return from the dead. I was about to ask Gabriel to take me back when I saw Dylan’s approaching form and my breath caught in my throat.

He looked the same as last time I saw him. He had the same messy brown hair that fell slightly into his grey eyes, the same thin but fit figure. The only thing that seemed to be different about him was the circles under his eyes and the frown on his face. I hardly saw him unhappy, and I had never seen him cry. Not even at his cousin’s funeral. He had stayed strong through the day, only breaking down after he had returned home. I had never seen him cry, but when he had called me that night I could tell he was from the cracking of his voice. But now, as he approached the stone with my name, the tears flowed freely and he made no attempt to hide it. My friends and family must have already come by my grave, judging by the flowers that were already littering the dirt by my headstone. They probably stopped by on their way to work or during their break or something. At least I would only have to say goodbye to one person anyways, I didn’t think I would be able to handle more than Dylan at the moment. Besides, he was the only one I really felt guilty about leaving considering he never knew the truth about why I died in the first place.

I watched as he collapsed on his knees in front of my carved name, placing his flowers neatly by my headstone. I smiled slightly upon seeing them; purple orchids, at least he knew me well enough to know I hated roses. “You know I come here, all the time; your birthday, my birthday, every holiday in between. Any excuse I can find to come by really. I just… I need to talk to you. I need to feel your presence again. And I know you are gone, I know that. And I know you aren’t coming back. I just hope that wherever you are, you’re listening to me. You are up there, looking out for me. You were my best friend Abby; I don’t know what to do without you I just...”

He paused, taking a deep breath to calm down. “Everyone keeps saying I should talk about it, they say it will help. They say I need a therapist. And maybe they are right; maybe I do need to talk. But not to them. The only person I want to talk about your death to is you. Does that make sense? I sound crazy, don’t I? If you are up there and listening to me you are probably rolling your eyes at me right now.” I blinked the tears away, shaking my head. I would never think he was crazy. Sure I had joked about it before but I never actually believed it.

“You know you started acting different after our little adventure in the woods. It wasn’t too noticeable though, I don’t even know if you realized it. You started apologizing for everything, like you were scared we would get mad at you. We never were, never could be. But you were so kind, never said anything mean. Not even in a joking way. Not that you were ever mean to us, but you were an expert with sarcasm. But that last month you were with us… I don’t know. Maybe you knew something was going to happen and were trying to leave us on good terms. I don’t know. I just wish… I never got to say goodbye. There were so many things left unsaid…”

He was done talking, for now at least. The only thing breaking the silence was the sound of both our crying, each of us trying to be as silent as possible. My entire body was shaking, the only thing keeping me stable was Gabriel’s large warm hand wrapped around mine. I turned into his chest, seeking his comfort. Well shit, this was supposed to make me feel better; help me get on with my life. It was not supposed to turn me into a sobbing wreck. I tried to calm down as much as possible before pulling away from him slightly without breaking the contact. I bit my lip and looked up at him. “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

“Hold on.” He gripped my hand tighter as I tried to pull away. He wiped away my tear streaked face with his thumb and I could tell he was using some of his angel mojo to make me look a little more normal because my eyes no longer stung from tears. “There, much better.” He smiled down on me comfortingly, silently giving me the support I craved and telling me I could do this.

“Thank you.” I spoke softly, still trying to get my voice back to normal. I smiled slightly up at him and slowly pulled my hand away. I quietly walked over to Dylan, turning back to Gabriel before I did anything. I didn’t see him though, he was right. Whatever he was doing to conceal himself from view was working. I took a deep shaky breath as an attempt to compose myself before continuing.

I crouched down to Dylan’s level, he was still on his knees and unaware I was there. “Dylan?” I whispered quietly as I slowly reached out to touch his shoulder.

He jumped at my touch, standing up. At first he looked confused as he took me in before a look of recognition washed over his face and he smiled. “Abigall?”

“Hey.” I whispered, relived he wasn’t freaking out on me. At least no more than was expected anyways.

He took a large step towards me and enveloped me in one of his bear hugs, spinning me around. “You’re here! But how…?”

I smiled as he put me down, not leaving his embrace. “An angel. I asked to come back, to say goodbye. It just… time passes differently here than it does there. Sorry I took so long.” There, not a complete lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth. He probably assumed I was thinking about Heaven, not Hell.

He ran a hand through his hair, still keeping one arm around me. He kept the contact, still reassuring himself that this was real, I really was here. “An angel brought you here? Good, so you made it to heaven then? I knew you would, you are better than anyone I know.”

I bit my lip and looked down, not wanting to lie to him but not wanting to ruin the happy moment. “I met angels; I have been doing good things. But I missed you, and I just… I needed to see you at least one last time.”

He brought me into his chest again in another bone crushing hug. “I missed you too, so much. I…” He loosened his hug a little, enough for me to breathe as he rested his chin on my head. “I loved you Abby.”

Well I wasn’t expecting that. I pulled away, bringing my hand up to his face and looking into his light grey eyes. I spoke slowly, choosing my next words carefully. “Dylan, I loved you too. Still do actually, but we have to move on. Both of us. You have a life here; you can’t let me hold you back. And me, well I have to let go. I can’t let myself be distracted by what I used to have.” I looked at him sadly, knowing our thoughts were somewhere along the same line. Why did we always have to say too little, too late? Of course I could have told him before I died, but even if there was that small chance that he felt that same way it would only make it so much worse when it was my time to go.

He let out a long sigh and rested his forehead against mine. “You can’t stay can you? You’re not back for good.” He knew the answer to that, I know he did. He just wanted to make sure that there would be no chance for us before he got his hopes up.

I looked up at him through my lashes, pleading with him to understand. “I’m only here to say goodbye. I wish I could stay, really I do. It’s just… We are from different worlds now. It’s not fair to either of us to pretend like we have a chance. You deserve a good life Dylan. You have good friends, you can start a family. I don’t know when I can come back to you, if I ever can. But I’ll always be thinking about you, you will always have a special place in my heart. You are my best friend, don’t ever forget that.”

“And you were, no, are mine. You have always been there for me, ever sense we were kids. Truth is I don’t know how to live without you. Even after you left, you were always with me. Your voice was always there, in the back of my head. Yelling at me whenever I did something stupid.” He chuckled slightly, trying to keep the fresh tears at bay and stay strong.

I smiled slightly through my tears, looking up at him through my wet lashes. I knew deep down this would be the last time I would be able to see him; it wouldn’t be fair to either of us if I kept popping up whenever I missed him. Hell it probably wasn’t fair to him for me to be showing up after three years of being dead, but Gabriel had made a good point. I did need to make sure he was okay so I could start focusing on my new life instead of constantly worrying about the one I left behind.

We stayed in the embrace for a while, unable to create words to express how we felt. For the moment we were both content with the fact that we were with each other again, even if just for a short while longer. I wished I could say something, wished I knew what to say. But there were no words powerful enough to explain how I felt. Dylan was my entire life before I died. We grew up together, we played together as kids. It was basically the stereotypical girl next door story for us, only I never lived long enough for us to have a happy ending.

The past months I had distracted myself with research and reading the books about the boys. I tried to find out anything and everything I could about demons and angels and everything in between. And of course there was the training. But now as I stood with my arms locked around Dylan, all my suppressed emotions and memories came back. I remembered everything about him and why I loved him. I remembered Hell and how it was worth it because it meant he was alive. After a while I lost track of who was holding who. We both were clinging to each other and had silent tears cascading down our faces.

Eventually the tears stopped and I brought the back of my hand up to my face to wipe away the tears. I saw Gabriel standing behind Dylan; he must have made himself visible to me to tell me we should get going. I took a look around; I hadn’t realized how late it was. It was easily around two in the afternoon, at least that’s what I guessed judging by the sun and its position in the sky. I nodded slightly at the angel and pulled away from my lifelong friend.

He looked confused for a second as he took in the surroundings, he must have been as out of it as I was. He took a deep breath to compose himself before quietly asking me the dreaded question. “It’s probably about time for you to go, huh? I’m sure you have other things that you need to get done up there.”

I nodded sadly, not wanting to leave. But the longer I stayed the harder it would be to say goodbye. Besides, the Winchesters were probably almost at the motel room by now. “I’m sorry, I wish I could stay, really I do. It’s just...”

“I know you do. And I get it, I do. I just wish things were different. I wish you were still with us Abby; it has been so hard adjusting to life without you. Me and Laura and everyone else, we always looked up to you. You are the one that kept our small group together, you know that? Without you it’s just… empty.”

I brought my hand up to his face, using my thumb to wipe away the stray tear that fell. “I’m sorry. I never meant to put you through any pain, I’m sorry this is hard for you guys. It’s hard for me too, believe me. But I really do have to go. I’ll talk to the angel that brought me here. Even if he won’t let me come again I’ll ask him to stop by every once in a while, just to make sure you are okay and healthy. I won’t forget about you, promise.” Before I could think better of it I stood on tiptoe and placed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away and backing up. Gabriel who had walked over to my left held out his hand and I took it, making me disappear from Dylan’s view. I saw him whisper “goodbye” into the air before I heard the soft sound of wings flapping and we were gone.



I stood shaking for a moment after we landed outside of the hotel we were supposed to be staying at. I hardly noticed when Gabriel let go of my hand and wrapped his arms around me. I clenched his shirt in my fists as he held me, not really caring if I wrinkled it. After all, he was an angel; if he wanted it fixed all he would have to do is snap his fingers to make it as good as new.

A few seconds after I calmed down I pulled away to see Gabriel looking down at me with wide worried eyes. "Hey, you okay?" He asked gently.

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to clear my head a little. "Yeah, yeah I'm good. I just... it’s over. That’s it. I didn't expect..."

He sighed and placed his hands comfortingly on my shoulders. He lifted his left hand to tilt my chin up slightly, enough for me to look him in the eyes. "Hey look at me. It will be just fine, okay? You're a strong girl; you'll make it through this. Just take a second and calm down, okay? I'm here for you; you don't need to worry about anything."

I nodded, hardly paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth. The only thing that really registered was the soft gentle voice he was using. I was aware that he steered me into the building, aware he was talking to the clerk although I couldn’t make out the words. I was finally coming back to myself just as he was gently pushing me into a sitting position on the bed.

"Hey, Gabriel?" He turned to face me, mouth half open. I guess he was talking and I was too zoned out to notice. I Must have interrupted him. Oops. Either way he shrugged it off and gestured for me to continue. "I know I have said it before and I know I will say it again, but I just need you to know. Thank you, for everything. I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. From the moment I met you, you have been nothing but helpful and kind to me. Since before I met you actually, considering you brought me back. But thank you, I know I have been needy and selfish, but you are still always there for me. And I know I'm not the easiest person to be around, I'm bitchy and self centered and just overall horrible. So I'm sorry for everything, and thank you for everything." Okay, maybe I was rambling on a little too much but he needed to know that his effort didn't go unappreciated.


He walked over untill he was standing in front of me before crouching down to meet my sitting height. "You are kidding right? You don’t actually think that of yourself." He studied my face for a moment before shaking his head. "Oh my Father, you are actually serious right now. Well let me tell you Abigall Spiers, you are not nearly as terrible as you make yourself out to be. I can't believe you have that low of an opinion of yourself. Let me tell you that you are most defiantly one of the kindest, selfless, genuine people I know. And you are by far my favorite human. I truly believe that with all of my heart, I just wish you could see it too."

I bit my lip as I studied his face. I couldn't quite tell if he was being honest or if he was just trying to make me feel better. His voice certainly sounded like he was telling what he believed to be the truth. And those beautiful, bottomless gold eyes held nothing but honesty in them. I sighed and nodded, not wanting to seem like I was fishing for complements (which I wasn’t by the way). I closed my eyes and threw my arms around the angel; I really didn't deserve a friend as amazing as him. "Thank you." I whispered so quietly that if he wasn't an angel with super hearing I doubt he would have heard.

I was quite content to stay in his arms all day; he was warm and smelled of sweets. And whether I liked to admit it or not he did make me feel safe. But I eventually had to detach myself from him when there was a knock on the door. I sighed and stood up, walking over and opening it for the boys.

Sam smirked knowingly at Gabriel, who was still crouched by the edge of the bed. "We aren't interrupting anything are we?"

"No, why would you be?" I tilted my head at the younger Winchester, confused at why he was implying what he was. Me and Gabriel? No way in hell would that ever happen. He was an archangel; I was nothing but a lowly human. I should be thankful he is even wasting my time being my friend.

Sam shared a look with Dean before rolling his eyes and smiling slightly shrugging it off for now. "Never mind, ready for your first real official hunt?"


I bit my lip and nodded, watching as Deans face darkened. "You know I still don't like this. What if something happens? What if you get hurt?"


I was about to speak to defend myself but Gabriel jumped to my rescue before I could open my mouth. "She won't. She won’t get hurt, I won’t let her. I’m joining you guys on this one, I'll protect her." His voice was low, serious. In that moment he sounded a lot more like the powerful archangel than the playful trickster.

Dean looked about as surprised as I felt. "Gabriel you don’t have to do that for me. I can protect myself, for the most part at least. I don’t want you getting hurt because of me."

He waved me off like it was no big deal, reverting back to his not so serious self. "Better me than you, I'll heal faster and I'm harder to kill. Besides, I still haven't figured out what makes you so special. And I can't do that if you're dead." Right, I keep forgetting he only hangs around me so he can figure out what I am.


Dean glared at the angel, hands in fists. He walked over to Gabriel, towering over him by a few inches. He spoke quietly, threateningly. I had to strain my ears to hear. "Fine, but only because I know you care about her and don't want her getting hurt any more than I do. But believe me when I say if anything happens to her I will end you."


Gabriel raised his eyebrows, trying to play it off as nonchalant. "Well aren’t you just the perfect over protective older brother? You do realize she isn't actually related to you right?"

Dean’s jaw set in the way it always did when he was determined about something. In this case it was winning this little argument with the angel. "Family doesn’t end with blood."

"I thought we were supposed to be fighting a demon, not each other." Castiel, who had just appeared way to close to Dean just as usual, tried to take Deans attention off the golden eyed angel.


After a second Dean calmed down and turned to his more favored angel. "Sorry Cas. Come on, let’s go." With that he stalked out of the room and presumably out to the car.

I sighed and watched as the door slammed shut behind him. "Hey Sam?" He turned to me, gesturing for me to continue. "Can you stay up here for a few minutes with them? I wanna talk to your brother real quick."

I walked out of the room in pursuit of Dean, hardly checking to make sure Sam nodded in acceptance to my demand. I found Dean in the front seat of the impala, hands clenched so tight on her wheel they were turning white. I walked over and tapped the window to get his attention.

He sighed and his features softened slightly when he realized who I was. He pushed the button to unlock the door and I slid into the passenger seat.

We were both silent for a moment as we stared at each other, waiting for the other to start the conversation. After a second he gave in. "Okay, what’s this about? Some kind of intervention and they sent you to yell at me?"

"Sort of." I admitted, shrugging. "I volunteered."

"Okay, so what? This about me not wanting you to hunt?"

I shook my head, becoming serious. "No, it's about Gabriel. Look I know you two don't get along, but over the past few months I have noticed that you have been getting better. But you still can’t be in the same room for more than ten minutes without wanting to tear each other’s throats out. I just don’t understand why. What exactly did he do to you?"


He scoffed and gripped the wheel harder. "You know exactly why I don’t like him; you read the books, both the published and unpublished ones." That was true. The boys had gotten Chuck to email me a copy of all the unpublished books so I was up to date with their lives for the most part.

"I did." I agreed. "But I want to hear it from you. From what I have read and witnessed you don't even remember the whole Groundhog Day thing and all he was doing was trying to help. True his methods might have been a bit...unorthodox, but he really was trying to help."

Dean sighed and let go of the wheel, turning to face me. "Well what do you want me to do? He used to be a trickster for crying out loud. He killed people. As a hunter it is supposed to be our duty to kill his kind, but here we are working with him."

"As a hunter it's your job to kill anything supernatural, that’s what your dad drilled into your heads. Kill first, ask questions later. It’s all black and white, no shades of gray."

"You know I think I'm really starting to regret letting you read Chuck's books. You know too much."

"Oh shut up." I hated when he tried to get off topic. "Anyways Cas is an angel. That makes him supernatural. And I don't see you plunging an angel blade into his chest."


Dean stumbled for words for a second; it was obvious that that wasn't what he had been expecting me to say. "Well that's different, I mean its Cas! He's a friend, he's... don't you dare hurt him!"

"Oh calm down Dean, I won’t hurt Castiel, I know what he is to you. He is my friend too; I'm not going to kill him or hurt him in any way." Dean let out a sigh of relief. "But Gabriel is my friend. And Sam's. And he is Gabriel’s brother."

"What’s your point Abby?" Dean said tiredly. We had had similar conversations before and I could tell he was tired of it. It was his own fault though, if he could just pretend to tolerate Gabriel while in my presence all would be well.

"My point is he has changed. He gave up his trickster ways, he helps us save people. He has been doing pretty damn well for a while and you still refuse to trust him. He is just as good as Cas now, but Gabriel seems to be the only one you have a problem with."

"Well I’ve been trying to accept him, believe me I have been. I know what Gabriel is you and I have been trying to get along with him, for your benefit. But it’s not that easy. He tried to kill me. Hell he did kill me, hundreds of times."

"Funny thing is, Sam remembers all of that and you only know what he told you. And yet he seems to have moved past it and you haven't." I stared at him, waiting for an explanation.


"Like I said. With Cas it’s different." He turned away from me and went back to staring out the windshield.

"Right okay. Well you might be in love with your dark haired angel but Gabriel is my friend. So please for the love of all that is holy, please stop fighting with Gabriel. Or at least restrain yourself from killing him."


"I'll do what I can, but that's all I can promise." He stated gruffly.

I nodded, accepting this. It was the best I could get from him for the moment anyways. After a moment I figured the conversation was over so I silently prayed and told Gabriel I was done and they could come. A few seconds later there was a fluttering of wings and Sam, Castiel, and Gabriel were all seated in the back seat of the impala.

"Okayyyy... well we are losing daylight. Let's get going." Sam tried to cut the tension, and for the most part it worked. Dean started driving, Gabriel made jokes that Cas didn't understand. After a few minutes of loosening up it was a fairly pleasant car ride. It wasn’t long at all before dean parked outside the five star hotel that our demon was at. According to Sam’s research the demon has possessed the manager.

Sam let out a low whistle as we walked up to the expensive carved mahogany doors. "Well damn. Why didn't we just check in here?"


Cas nodded, seeming to consider it. "It is a nice establishment, very high maintenance. But the manager probably has a few of his workers possessed by his minions so it would be unwise. One of the lower demons would have recognized us and reported it to the boss."


Gabriel stayed with me, a few steps behind the boys. "You sure you’re ready for this? You can always turn back you know. We won’t think any less of you if you do."

I tried to resist rolling my eyes at him; he was just trying to protect me after all. "Yes Gabriel, I am perfectly fine now stop your worrying, we got work to do."

We had caught up to the others by now and they must have heard the last little bit because Sam and Dean smiled slightly at each other like they were sharing a private joke. I shrugged it off, I had realized long ago that the brothers communicated in their own way and had given up trying to figure out what each small side glance or knowing look they shot each other meant.

I took a deep breath and nodded at Castiel to open the door. We walked in slowly, cautiously. The brothers had their hands in their pockets, clenching their hidden weapons. I shakily grabbed my pocketed knife and tried not to hide too much behind the angels. I guess they were right, this is different from the illusions Gabriel created. At least then I knew I wouldn't get seriously injured. I tried to swallow my fear as we glanced around the deserted building. That was odd, for a place so grand you would expect it to be swarming with people. Especially when it was around the normal check in time. But the only person we saw was the desk clerk who was snoozing off behind the new computer.

Dean turned to the angels, asking them the silent question of if the guy was human or possessed, but Gabriel was no longer with us. He was standing in front of the guy, his hand pressed to his forehead. I watched silently as the demon inside was killed.

"Get ready," Gabriel spoke urgently as he re joined the group. "Demons don't need sleep, he was just acting. He probably sent a signal to his boss the second we walked through the front doors. It won't be long till the others arrive."


We all nodded in understanding, drawing out our weapons and mentally preparing ourselves to fight. The five of us stood back to back, forming a circle so we could face all directions.

"There!'' We all whisper shouted at the same time. We looked around, they had us surrounded and we were out numbered. Three to one easy from my quick head count. We might not win this but like Dean always said, at least we'll go down swinging. I gulped and clutched the knife harder, hoping it would be enough. Sam and Dean each had guns with homemade bullets that they claimed would kill a demon. Sam still had Ruby's knife, just in case. Cas and Gabriel had their angel blades, so they were set. The only one without a demon killing weapon was me. I was stuck with a blade that had a wicked curve to it and was pure silver in one side and pure iron on the other. Bobby had put some sort of sat coating on it like what he did for his panic room. It was a pretty great knife actually, could be used for a lot of creatures. But I knew it wouldn’t kill a demon. The salt would slow it down sure, but not kill.

The group of demons slowly started circling us, observing us. The demon possessing the salt and pepper haired manager seemed to be the one in charge; he kept the others from jumping us immediately with a single look. He stopped in front of me and took a step forward. His voice was terrifyingly calm. "Just hand over the girl and none if you have to die."

"Over my dead body." Gabriel growled and turned his angel blade to face the manager threateningly.

"Calm down angel or your fate that you so desire can be easily arranged."


Sam, always the logical one, tried to talk in a more civil tone than Gabriel to avoid an unnecessary fight. "What do you want with her?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"We have plans for her. Let’s just say if you continue to refuse Lucifer she is the next best thing we have to help us take over your pathetic human race."

"Well you can't have me." Somehow my voice was calm and collected. Huh. Not sure how that happened when I'm freaking out internally. "I'm on their side, not yours. I know where my loyalties lie and you can't change that."

"Then I suppose we will just have to take you against your will, won't we?" He shot a look to his minions, giving them permission to attack.

It was hard, even with the skill level of all of us combined we were outnumbered to begin with. And of course it didn't help that more and more kept flooding the lobby. It appeared that the entire hotel was possessed. The boys and angels were killing demons left and right and I was doing everything I could to hold them off. I stabbed and sliced, ducked and dodged, but it wasn't enough. There was a whole mini army of them and only five of us.

The boss guy must have thought I wouldn’t be much of a threat because he was the only one cornering me while the rest of his army dealt with my friends. Thankfully I had learned something through all my training and I proved to be more difficult than he had expected. Of course it would have been a lot easier if I had had a demon killing weapon, but my blade was doing a good enough job keeping me alive for now. But still I couldn't help but think if Sam had let me take Ruby's knife that I would have finished the manager off long ago.

Guns were fired, screams were heard, bodies dropped. But it wasn't enough. We would eventually get tired and loose, there was no way we could keep this up forever.


Somewhere in the background I heard an antagonized scream of pain that sounded all too much like Dean's. I should have kept my focus, should have been only concentrating on the demon in front of me. But I turned my head for half a second, just to make sure my friend was still alive. And just as I turned he made his move. He plunged his weapon deep into my shoulder. I felt the numbing pain, felt the blood dripping down my shirt. I could feel my head going dizzy, the blade must have somehow been poisoned or something for it to affect me like this. The room was spinning and I could feel my knees buckling underneath me. Not good, not good at all.


I could hear the distant sound on my name being yelled by a familiar voice as I slowly sunk to the ground. I could see the demons triumphant smirk, thinking he won this time. And perhaps he did. Maybe it was the poison, maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was some combination of the two, but it appeared that time had slowed down. I watched and waited for the demon to deliver the final blow, the one that would kill me. I saw his arm, weapon in hand, slowly descending and ready to penetrate my heart. If I hadn’t been so affected by the poison I would have had plenty of time to move out of the way and finish him off, but I was weak. I could barely move, I felt as though I was paralyzed.


There was a prickling, tingling sensation at the back of my mind as though someone were trying to break into it. I had a hunch telling me this is what it felt like for an angel to be sending you a telepathic message. A second later Gabriel’s voice rang out, loud and clear throughout my mind. ‘Cover your eyes; don't open them until it’s over.’


Until what's over? What the Hell is going on? Why did I have to close my eyes? Now thinking back on it I probably should have listened to him. But no, leave it to me to question everything. I should have known. I had heard the stories, heck I had even seen it with my own eyes a few times to know not to argue with an angel when they tell you to cover your eyes. See humans weren't built to be able to see an angel’s true form; their eyes will literally melt out of their skull. But blame it on the poison or just me being stupid, but I wasn't thinking and left my eyes wide open.

Hardly a second later was the room filled with the most brilliant blinding white light. I only caught sight of him for a few moments, large and beautiful with six equally large and beautiful golden wings sprouting from his back. It was the true form of an archangel, strong, powerful, and absolute. And only then, looking at Gabriel how he really was, could I truly begin to appreciate and understand how they were God’s most powerful weapons.


The light faded all too soon as Gabriel returned to his vessel. It took me a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dull chandelier lights that were scattered along the surface of the ceiling. Time seemed to have gone back to its normal pace as I glanced around the room slowly. Sam and Dean where uncovering their eyes and lifting their heads and there were no demons in sight. They must have vaporized on the spot but I was too busy looking at my angel to notice.

Castiel was looking at me curiously, like a piece of the puzzle didn’t quite fit together. Just great, he had probably seen that I had had my eyes open and saw Gabriel’s true form. I tried to shake my head at him to silently tell him not to bring it up, but I couldn’t move. Whatever poison that was on the blade of the demon boss had left me completely paralyzed; I could barely even blink without using an enormous amount of effort and concentration.


I broke eye contact with Cas just in time to see Gabriel walking over to me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Castiel walking over to check on the Winchester brothers.

Gabriel knelt next to me, grabbing my hand. "Abby are you okay? Can you hear me?" I could hear the slight panic in his voice as he tried to control it but I was unable to answer. He cursed in a foreign language, probably Enochian. I felt his fingers pressing against my forehead and the warmth of the healing spreading through my body.

A second later I sat up straight, breathing slightly heavier than normal. "Thank you, you didn’t have to do that."


"Yes I did." After a second he seemed to notice my confused expression because he explained, "I promised Dean I would protect you." He shrugged it off like it was no big deal, but I could see the same relief that I felt that I was alive reflected in his eyes.

I smiled slightly as he helped me up. "Come on, let’s get out of here." He nodded in agreement and we walked over to the others. Cas had already healed any cuts or bruises the boys had gotten by the time we had reached them. The five of us walked silently out of the hotel together.









The ride was silent, but not the pleasant kind of silent. Too much tension hung in the air, too many unanswered questions. I bit my lip waiting for one of the boys to start the conversation but knowing they were all too stubborn to. I sighed, realizing if I wanted anyone to talk I would have to start. “So why did the demon boss guy want me?”

“If I were you I would be more curious about what makes you so special that you are able to see an archangel’s true form.” Castiel spoke in his usual deep emotionless tone.

Dean immediately stepped on the break; bringing the car to a sudden stop and making me lurch forward. Yeah okay, maybe I should have been wearing a seatbelt, especially with the way Dean drives. Thank God or whatever was up there that we were alone on the road because if there was a car behind us surely they would have crashed into us. Sure the angels would have been able to heal us in the blink of an eye but the beautiful car would have been ruined.

“What the hell do you mean you saw his true form? You didn’t close your eyes?” He turned to Gabriel, furious. “Why didn’t you tell her to close her eyes? She could be dead right now thanks to you!”

Gabriel put his hands up in surrender, just as surprised by Dean’s outburst as the rest of us. “Hey, I sent her the same telepathic message I sent you and Sam. Not my fault she didn’t listen and I was a little busy trying not to die and save your sorry ass to see if everyone closed their eyes.” he turned to me, eyes studying me like he was making sure I really was unharmed.

I looked at the other three; they all had their eyes trained on me. "I’m sorry, I got poisoned; guess that slowed my reaction down a bit. Don't look at me like that; I don't know why I'm able to see his true form."


Dean turned to his brother, eyes begging for answers. “Common Sam, you’re the smart one. Surly you must have some sort of an idea what's going on right? What's happening here?”

Sam shrugged, shaking his head. “Look I’m sorry Dean; I don’t know what going on anymore than you do.” He sighed, realizing he still held our attention. “Well what about Chuck?”

Dean looked confused for a second. “What about him?”

“Well he’s a prophet right? So if anyone knows anything about what's going on he might. Maybe he already wrote what’s going on with Abby. I mean it’s worth at least a phone call right?”

Gabriel smiled, clapping his hands. “Congratulations mutton head, looks like you figured something out. Well go on Deano, call him, and see what he has to say.”

Dean glared at Gabriel for a second before getting out of the car and slamming the door. I could see him pacing angrily as he took out his phone and dialed the number.


"Do you think it will work?" I asked nervously. "I mean do you think Chuck will have the answer?"

Sam sighed and slumped back in his seat. "Honestly? I'm not sure. But we don't have any other leads with trying to figure you out so it’s the best we got for now. At the very least we can tell him to call us if anything interesting about you comes up in his writing."

Now normally I would get mad at him for objectifying me like that, but honestly I was just as curious about what made me so special as the others were.

After a few minutes Dean returned to the car, closing the door a lot gentler than when he stormed out.

“So what did he say? Does he know anything?” Sam asked hesitantly, not wanting his brother to explode again.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t tell me. He said he wanted to tell us in person, not over the phone. I told him we will get there as soon as we can.”

We all nodded in agreement, it sounded like a plan. Sam and Dean had been on the road for most of the day and we had just won a mini battle against a troop of demons so we figured we were done for the day and deserved a break. Dean drove a few miles down the road before pulling over at some motel.









I was bored but hey, can you blame me? Sitting in the backseat of the Impala for hours on end and nothing to do wasn’t exactly the most entertaining thing. Sam was keeping himself occupied in the passenger seat by researching on his phone and trying to find us a job when we were done with Chuck and Dean was focused on the road and humming along to the radio. Gabriel was on my right, occasionally blowing a bubble with his conjured up magical color changing gum. Cas had left us for the day, taking Dean's necklace to pursue his search for God while we drove.

We had been driving for ages and the sun had just set not too long ago but long enough for it to be dark outside. We had entered Indiana not too long ago and were about to enter a town called Muncie. Dean was driving around, looking for a place to stay for the night. I could tell he was sick of driving; normally he would have been able to keep driving a few hours after dark before pulling over. But then again it might have just been the heavy rain and the constant tapping sound it made on the roof of the car that was making him tired.

It wasn’t much longer before he pulled up to a decent looking hotel in the middle of nowhere called the Elysian Fields Hotel.


“Well at least it looks better than where we stayed last night." I muttered to myself.


Gabriel stiffened next to me, his face becoming an emotionless mask. I gently put my hand on his arm to get his attention. "Hey, you okay? What’s wrong?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm perfectly fine. Look Abby, when we get in there and I start acting different, don't freak out okay? Anything that happens in there, anything I say or do, don't think about it too much. I don’t mean any of it. See ya in a few." Without another word and the soft sound of the flapping of his wings he was gone.

"Hey Dean, maybe we should find someplace else to stay for the night." Sam suggested, a confused look on his face as he looked at where the angel had been sitting only moments ago. "Gabriel was acting kinda weird, well weirder than normal. That can't be a good sign..."

"Common Sammy, if it was that bad he would have made us leave. Besides I'm tired of driving, let’s just go in. What's the worst that can happen?"



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