Wow. I really need to get into a good writing schedule.

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Deidre lay down on her stomach, reveling in the heavenly change from stiff car seats. It had begun to get dark, and since neither of them were willing to drive in the middle of the night especially in unfamiliar territory – Deidre knew Texas roads, not Oklahoma roads- they stopped at a small motel by the side of the road. She took care to not aggravate her sore back as she tried to find a comfortable spot. Ollie didn't seem to notice as she stripped down to change into more comfortable clothes, deciding on a large t-shirt she had stolen from her brother, and climbed into bed with Deidre, wrapping an arm around her wast.

"Dee," Ollie murmured in her ear, "Can you take Feathers and get us some food?"

Ollie groaned, "Don't want to move."

"Come on," Ollie urged, "You'll get to stretch your legs and I know for a fact Feathers hates being cooped up."

Ollie sighed and began to roll off the bed, taking her jacket and Ollie's wallet as she did. She found Castiel and Gabriel sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on the declining population of Japan. The angels turned when they saw her.

"Ollie wants us to get food," she explained, "Castiel, you're okay staying here with Ollie, right?"

The former seraph nodded and returned his attention to the documentary. Gabriel, the ever energetic one, was already on his feet and at he door.

There was no need to take the car as the McDonald's by the motel was still open. It was only about a five minute, and Gabriel needed to stretch out his legs. As they waited for their turn, Deidre studied the menu, wondering what she should get Castiel.

"So this country house of Ollie's," Gabriel began, "How isolated is it?"

Deidre thought for a moment, "Not a lot of people come and visit if that's what you're wondering. There's a town about a couple of miles away. Ollie and I usually use it whenever we go on a road trip or if she takes me with her."

"Next customer please."

Deidre smiled brightly at the cashier and ordered for herself and Ollie before turning to Gabriel, realizing she still had no idea what Castiel would like.

"Gabe," Deidre said nudging Gabriel, "What does Cas like?"

"Cheeseburger," Gabriel answered and frowned, "Make that two and frappucino."

"No frappucino," Deidre said, "I'm not giving you caffeine. Make it a soda and I'll throw in some cookies."

"Deal," Gabriel smiled at the cashier who blushed.

Deidre payed and Gabriel went to choose his drink. Naturally, he chose the one with the unreasonable amount of sugar. Some of the customers were glanced their way, more specifically, in Gabriel's way. A small group of college students whispered excitedly while glancing at Gabriel, causing Deidre to face palm. Fans. Wonderful. At least she didn't bring Castiel, or there would have been a riot.

"Least it wasn't Jared or Jensen," Deidre said to herself.

"Say something, kiddo?" Gabriel asked, half eaten cookie in one hand, and drink in the other.

"Fans," Deidre explained, "I was saying that it's a good thing that it wasn't the Winchesters that crashed into my tree. There would have been a riot especially since they are more easily recognized. You can blend in easily, but Cas...well after the Mishapocalypse of 2013 let's just say that everyone who had internet in 2013 can recognize Misha's Castiel face."

When their order came, Deidre took them while Gabriel followed.

"Are you going to help me?" she asked as she adjusted the bags to get a better grip.

"Nope," Gabriel said cheerfully.

"Jerk."

Gabriel simply smirked as they walked out of the McDonald's, and began to make their way back to the motel. Deidre glanced back to see a man walking a few feet behind them and moved closer to Gabriel. Not that she was scared, not at all. It's just that she felt a lot safer knowing that there was an archangel right next to her if the guy tried anything.

Gabriel noticed, and pushed her against the wall once they passed a small alley, motioning her to stay quiet, while he held his blade close. Deidre nodded, closing her eyes to keep calm while Gabriel waited for their pursuer to pass their spot. She heard the sound of human against wall and opened her eyes to see Gabriel holding a man that was at least a head taller than he was against the wall, with a blade pressed against his neck. It would have been funny on TV, but as this was happening now and in front of her eyes, Deidre backed away from them. She did not plan on dying tonight.

"Gabriel," the man said, "I'm surprised to find you here. Metatron said you would be here, and I didn't believe Nathaniel when he spotted you among the humans, and yet here you are."

"Get to the point, Eremiel," Gabriel demanded, pressing the blade closer.

Eremiel frowned, "Your grace is bound, brother. You are practically human and yet you are able to recognize me. How?"

Now that she thought about it, Deidre noticed how despite his wounds, the archangel moved with ease. She frowned.

"Magic," Gabriel smirked, "Now tell me why you are here."

"Release me brother, and I will tell you," Eremiel said, but Gabriel did no such thing. Eremiel's eyes flickered to Deidre, causing Gabriel to demand his attention again. The angel scowled, and said, "I am searching for the traitor, brother. Castiel. He has been spotted with you and Metatron wants his head, and I only wished to kill Castiel and leave you and your human companions in peace."

"How did you find us?" Gabriel asked, "We're warded."

"You are," Eremiel said, "We had to depend on more human methods to find you."

Deidre smacked her forehead, cursing. Both Eremiel and Gabriel turned to her, both with similar looks of confusion.

"The fans," she said, "They're using the fans to find you. Tumblr. Twitter. Facebook. Instagram. Snapchat. It's perfect for tracking down people and Supernatural fans are anything if not resourceful. We can recognize an actor just by looking at his forehead."

Eremiel nodded, "Yes. We found images of you on what the humans call Instagram."

They'll have to wear disguises. Great. Deidre looked behind her to see a squad car pull up, and cursed when a police officer walked out. Please don't come over here...please don't come over here…

"Hey! Is there a problem?"

Gabriel's attention snapped to the police officer and Eremiel used that as his distraction and kicked the archangel off of him before lunging towards him, keeping a firm grip on the Gabriel's blade. The officer ran forward, but Deidre grabbed his elbow. The angel's will kill him if he got close.

"Ma'am," the officer said, "What do you think you're doing?"

Deidre opened her mouth, and noticed her throat decided to malfunction. She glanced at the angels, eyes widening when Eremiel got the upper hand as he tried to push the archangel's blade towards Gabriel despite Gabriel's attempts to stop him.

"Please forgive me for this, brother," Eremiel said as he began to force the blade closer towards Gabriel's chest.

No. No. No. no. no. no.

"Sir put down the knife," The officer demanded, gun in hand as he pointed it at Eremiel, who ignored him.

"Not a good idea, officer," Deidre said as she began to back away, still clutching the McDonald's bag. Gabriel's drink had been left by the dumpster, now forgotten.

And the most idiotic idea to ever be conceived by anyone appeared to Deidre. Knowing full well she would regret this and think about how stupid this was for years to come, Deidre took the formerly forgotten drink and threw it towards Eremiel, effectively hitting him on the head and catching his attention. The split second was all Gabriel needed to push off Eremiel and sink his blade into the angel.

"Should have kept your distance, bro," Gabriel said as he twisted the knife.

White light appeared from the wound and began to build up towards Eremiel's face before a blinding light erupted from his mouth and eyes. An angel death. Television always downplayed the effect an angel death had. When one enters a morgue, they feel death, but it's not oppressive, merely there, a sign that someone had left this plane. An angel death, while similar, is most definitely oppressive. Deidre could feel it, death, sadness, grief. She would have cried had the officer beside her not ordered Gabriel to put his hands where he could see them.

"Dude," Deidre cried out, "That was clearly self defense! Eremiel almost killed him! Quite frankly I'm surprised how you managed to go up against a frickin angel. You're practically human…right?"

He had to be right? No way he wasn't bleeding under all those clothes. He had to have pulled some stitches, and be in agonizing pain, not standing upright whilst stowing away his and Eremiel's blades. Not to mention his clothes were not suspiciously dry and clean.

Gabriel simply waggled his eyebrows and smirked before turning his attention to the officer.

"Listen, buddy," he said cheerfully, "I don't want any trouble. I've got enough on my plate keeping three people alive just to soil good Richard Speight's name over the death of a misguided angel that may or may not have been sent by a very crazy and more misguided angel that may or may not have been the Scribe of my very absent but surprisingly loved Dad."

"Sir just put your hands in the air," the officer said, his voice breaking slightly.

Deidre glanced at Gabriel who stepped away from Eremiel, tilting his head slightly as he studied the officer.

"Jack Newman, right?" Gabriel asked.

Both Deidre and Officer Jack looked taken aback. The officer looked at Deidre in confusion, but she shrugged, looking just as confused as he was.

"How- How did you know that?" Officer Jack asked.

"Oh I know a lot of things, Jack," Gabriel said, "But right now, I am on a very tight schedule so I'm really sorry for this."

"What are you going to do?" Jack asked taking a step back.

Gabriel said nothing and snapped his fingers. The officer collapsed to the ground, and would have been mistaken for a corpse had he not been snoring.

"Leave him," Gabriel said as he resumed his walk towards the hotel.

Deidre followed him though she kept looking at Gabriel suspiciously.

"What was that?" she asked him.

"Nothing," Gabriel said, tapping his foot impatiently for the elevator to arrive.

Deidre scoffed, "Nothing?! Dude, you just snapped your fingers and put a guy to sleep. You went toe to toe against an angel and I know for a fact that they're difficult to beat in a fist fight. You got your grace back right? Wait...no...no you didn't. Grace doesn't work here, but that angel, Eremiel, he had grace right? But you said you didn't have any."

"He was warded," Gabriel explained, "Metatron warded him so this reality wouldn't affect his grace. And I never said I didn't have my grace."

"Fucking Jesus Christ," Deidre exclaimed as she walked into the room.

Ollie looked at her with a frown. She seemed to have been in the middle of explaining to Castiel something that apparently had to do with toothbrushes, a conversation now forgotten when she caught sight of the McDonald's bag.

"Sweet Paradise in heaven," Ollie said lifting her burger up to her nose.

Deidre made a face of pure disgust and stuffed more fries into her mouth.

"You were gone for quite a while," Castiel noted.

"Had a run in with another of Metatron's followers," Deidre said. "And this guy," she pointed a finger at Gabriel, "Has some explaining to do."

Everyone looked at Gabriel who shot a glare in Deidre's direction.

"Explain what?" Castiel asked looking between Gabriel and Deidre.

Gabriel looked at each of them and sighed, "I may have left out the part where I have some of my abilities."

"Grace?" Ollie guessed.

"Pagan magic," Gabriel corrected.

Ollie placed her burger down, frowning.

"Okay," She said, "Start from the beginning."

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I'm just going to leave this here, don't feel like writing more until next week...or this Friday...or later this day…

Plot Bunnies are attacking me. I got this idea to have one of the angels be like this guardian angel for an OC based on this tumblr post I saw. Might be Gabriel. Might be Michael. Rocks are funnies than Raphael. Might make it a series of one shots and title it "Glorified Babysitting" or "The rules of Guardian Angelship" and it will explore societal issues, random word prompts, ideas, and basically all of that one shot AU stuff.

What do you guys think? Got any ideas? And how did you like this chapter?