Scraping a few matted leaves from behind where his head rested on the damp forest floor, honey brown eyes shifted around taking in the few trees around him. The sounds of the forest surrounded him as a lengthy sigh pressed from his lips, shifting his body lazily and testing the stiffness in his limbs. At least he wasn't naked this time. The air had a slight chill to it, alerting him to his ripped shirt which he shrugged off without much thought. Propping himself up on his arms and letting his head drop back so he could stare at the mid-day sky with a yawn he finally focused on the more pressing matter at hand.

"It might be nice if next time you didn't leave me stranded in what I can only assume is the middle of the woods." Huffing at the lack of reply he finally stood, brushing himself off and muttering a word of thanks at finding his jacket intact a few yards away. "I swear I'll stop harboring your ass if you don't knock this shit off."

You couldn't if you wanted too.

"Yeah well that doesn't mean I wouldn't at least seriously contemplate it. You know it's a weekday? I have obligations Gabriel, such as school." Stiles griping continued as he tried to find his way toward where his jeep would hopefully be waiting, "Not that Angels know anything about how important not disappearing for days during the school week really is, you're going to get me locked up, or worse grounded."

Would you like me to expedite the process of getting back to town? I know how you love the fast travel option.

"Oh no." Shaking his head dutifully, Stiles continued picking his way through what he hoped was his trail from last night, "I don't need any of your Angel mumbo jumbo right now. General directions and a rough estimate of how far away from town I am will be just fine."

General directions? I would say you're at the corner of butt and fucked, somewhere near downtown nothing. In fact, you're so close to nothing, I think your tiny little meat sack can reach town by…oh, let's say dusk.

"Wha-I-Are you...fuck me. All right Feathers, do your thing. I have a chem test today and Scott is already asking questions." He grumbled.

It was the strangest feeling Stiles had ever experienced, feeling some god like being taking over your body, slipping you into some sort of back seat conscience. Not to say it wasn't something he hadn't experienced enough times by now, but it didn't make it any easier of a transition. His eyes closed and he was thankful for the darkness that enveloped his mind, he had learned pretty much up front that Angels didn't strictly 'teleport' per say so much as they move faster than the human mind can comprehend.

When Stiles eyes opened he was standing in a small enclave at the school. Dropping to his knees and clutching his stomach he groaned, "Thanks for the ride, Feathers. If we could avoid reasons to do this more often your lowly vessel would really appreciate it." Silence was his answer as he stood, taking a few shaky steps toward the school and reaching into his pocket. Stiles sighed when he found his cell phone missing as he made his way inside Beacon Hills High School, eying the hallways carefully to make sure his entrance wasn't noticed.

"Thanks for making sure I had my phone, by the way." He grumbled lowly, making sure not to attract attention from the few stragglers not in class, "Not like I probably don't have a hundred missed texts and calls from Scott and my dad. Oh and probably a search party to top it off! Because my life isn't enough of a circus."

Oh yes, because you're mister popular.

"Don't be cute."

I think I'm adorable.

"Stiles!"

Stiles took in a deep breath, steadying himself and putting on his best bullshitter grin. "Scott! Buddy, how ya doing?" Stiles did a quick about face, pulling Scott along with him in one smooth motion and setting himself into one of his defensive rambles, "Dude you should have SEEN this Call of Duty match I was locked in, seriously gamers will write poetry about this death match."

Scott shrugged his shoulders dropping Stiles arm and locking his frown on his face, "Dude do you know how worried everyone was? You dad has been driving all around town trying to find you, I couldn't track you down. Man I even had Derek join in the hunt, we thought you were hurt!"

Cringing as he rubbed his stomach in reminder to the poor treatment his body had been given recently he continued to play off his lack of communication, "Sorry I scared you man, I'll pay more attention to my phone from now on." Looking anywhere but Scotts unconvinced features caused him to realize this hallway was unfortunately free of clocks, "Hey what time is it anyway? Did I miss lunch?"

Oh, you missed lunch all right.

Scotts face confirmed Gabriels words, not that the look fixed on his friends face wasn't the last thing Stiles needed to see. He had years of reading Scotts expressions, the kid was a puppy, he really only had a few. This current one was all about wondering if seeking some form of supernatural help for his wayward friend was a course of action he needed to take. Well no thank YOU, Stiles had had enough supernatural 'help' to last him a life time.

"I can see by your expression I have not only missed lunch, I've probably missed the entire school day as well. That's phenomenal." He turned, making his way toward the exit. Stiles had two priorities right now, one was curly fries, one was getting away from Scott. No matter how much he wished he could confide in Scott about his recent Angel infestation it just wasn't in the cards.

"Stiles where are you going? We need to talk about this!" Scott pleaded behind him, desperate to figure out what kind of trouble Stiles had landed himself in.

Gabriel, I need you to get me out of here as soon as I'm out of view.

Where are we off to captain?

Just get me into my room.

Stiles, I didn't know you liked me like that.

Just do it Gabriel, you owe me this.

He could hear Scott's footsteps behind him, he had never gone behind Scotts back with something big like this and the effects were starting to take their toll on him. He rounded the corner and felt himself slipping as Gabriel took over, dragging him away from himself before shoving him back into place. He felt like an overstuffed doll that an indecisive doll maker couldn't decide who he wanted to create so he just shoved two separate beings into one.

The bathroom was blessedly close by, and as soon as Stiles was done emptying the contents of his stomach and was staring himself in the face via mirror he decided it was time to face down this Angel he was hosting.

"Gabriel, we need to have a little chat."

"Scott, give me three good reasons why I should be the one to talk to him about whatever is going on? Stiles is your best friend." Derek stood unyielding against his home, sawdust handprints littering his jeans as the sound of the betas working in the background drowned out what would have been an awkward silence. "And please, give me something better to work with other than 'You're his Alpha.'"

Scott swiped a strand of what was starting to be his too shaggy hair out of his eyes, "You are his Alpha, and he won't talk to me!" he insisted, frustration written all over his face. "Come on Derek, he disappears for 24 hours, we can't track a scent trail because there isn't one to follow, and then he disappears from school almost in front of my eyes? Even you know something is up with this, and whatever it is it probably spells trouble for the pack."

He didn't really have to consider Scotts words for very long, he had known something was wrong about Stiles disappearance as soon as they realized they had no scent to follow. Even if someone had picked Stiles up and carried him there would have been something, but instead they were left with a stone cold trail and nothing more to go on then some odd behavior and Scott's gut feeling. He didn't like it one bit, there were nastier things out in the world then Werewolves and the last thing he wanted was one of their own tangled up in some mess.

"Derek please, it's Stiles!"

Humming out a sigh as he pushed himself away from the side of the house Derek reached out and clasped a tight hand to Scotts shoulder, "I'll talk to Deaton, see if he can think of anything so we don't go into this blind." He released Scotts shoulder, turning toward the house and gesturing for the beta to follow, "I'm not promising results, but maybe we can be on more level ground when we talk to Stiles. Now go find a hammer and help Isaac with that wall."

"What do you mean you don't know how long we're going to be doing this? Do you realize you're practically destroying my golden years of school?"

I'm sorry, I was under the impression you were being attacked by supernatural creatures on a Tuesday evening when I found your originally.

"Supernatural activities or not! You know what, no, the supernatural shit makes this worse! I can't just claim some drug problem, they're werewolves, and they would take one whiff of me and know I was lying. Again, scratch that! Know why Gabriel? They can hear my heartbeat!" Stiles threw his hands in the air from where he had been pacing back and forth, frustration seeping from every pore.

I should just brain drain them.

"I don't even want to know what you're suggesting. The answer is no, these aren't just my friends, this is my Pack you're talking about. You understand, Feathers? My family is at stake here, and you can't just Angel mumbo jumbo them away."

Now hold up, you're the one who agreed to-

"What I agreed to, Angel boy, is to help you hide under the radar until you could complete your mission. Which by the way, a heads up on what that might be could be nice since you happen to be using my body as your personal hotel."

It's a need to know basis, kid.

"Then I fail to understand why you'll need my body anymore and you can kindly get the fuck out." Stiles turned and fell onto his bed, immediately pressing his thumbs to his forehead and rubbing counter clockwise circles into his skin to stop the pounding headache threatening to explode inside his skull. It was too much, werewolves? He can deal that card all day long. Lizard people who were once his classmates? Check and mate. Pack of Alphas? No match for a bunch of teenagers, brooding eyebrows and a dead guy. Angels? He might as well have dug his own grave on this one. "We need to lay some ground rules."

You're telling an Angel you're making the rules? What part of celestial being that can burn your eyes out did you miss?

"Let me lay it on the line for you Feathers, you're a caged bird. You aren't going to push me out of the way because it's all part of you laying low and staying off the radar. Kid with supernatural ties goes missing? That's a song that some little bird is going to sing to the wrong ears. You came to me for protection, so instead of ruining my life for your cocky better than thou Angel games, why don't you actually try things my way for a change."

Is this what your people refer to as a negotiation?

"This is what my people call coming to an understanding. You need to hide, for whatever stupid celestial reason; to hide you need to blend in with people. I would venture as far to say your people skills might be a little rusty, so what you need is a link to humanity. Me." Normally he would be smug about someone relying solely on him and him alone, but in this case he would rather be rid the responsibility and be free to worry about the next threat to werewolf existence, "What I need is for my life not to be disrupted, my friends not to lock me in a box and try to pry you out of me, and for dad to not have some kind of heart attack staying up all night worrying about where I am when you zap me to god knows where to do god knows what for your Angel hoodoo."

Angels do not use hoodoo, and my people skills are legendary especially with the ladies.

"Seriously? That's what you got out of that? The need to inform me Angels don't use hoodoo?" Maybe there was some sort of Angel trade in program where he could trade in for a better model, somehow he was pretty sure he couldn't get that lucky.

All right, lay these big bad, necessary ground rules on me. Might as well see what you're trying to lock me in for.

"OH good, we're agreeing to something. See Gabby, this is progress." Stiles couldn't help but sag with relief, maybe things wouldn't go so drastically wrong after all. "How about this, if you need to zap off to do some of your Angel stuff, you let me know and I'll make sure we're out of sight soon enough that it won't mess up your plans, but long enough that my pack doesn't freak out. Sound good for rule one?"

Will there be many of these restrictions, I find them cumbersome.

"And I find you grating, as in your grating away every one of my strung out teenage nerves. Rule two, I want to be informed about what's coming after you, you can't just jump in my body and leave me in the dark about something that might potentially harm me."

Kill you.

"Excuse me?"

What is after me wouldn't bother hurting you. It would outright kill you and turn half of the town into black eyed meat puppets.

Stiles stared down at his toes, dread pooling in his stomach as Gabriel's words sank in. This was a serious game he had allowed himself to be involved in, and the reality that this decision could come down on not only his family's heads but the entire town drained the remaining snark out of his mouth. "What are the chances?"

What, in it finding me? Dicaprio has a better chance at winning an Oscar.

"Too soon man, too soon. So can you beat it?" The silence in his head stretched on for a moment, leaving him with uncomfortable thoughts when the realization hit him. "You can't, can you? You're hiding because whatever you're hiding from has already defeated you once."

You're sharp kid, got to give you that.

"What is it…Gabriel, what's after you?" His eyes closed, the comforting dark blanketing him as he waited, terrified for the answer.

Lucifer.

Notes:

I got the idea for this somewhere off Tumblr, I'm sure of it. Enjoy my brain puke, if enough people like it I'll continue it.
Edit: It came from this post I reblogged ages ago (Yes, this is my personal blog)
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This wasn't originally going to be a supernatural cross over, although I always had that specific version of Gabriel in mind when I was writing this.
(For those of you who read this first, yes I know it started out as Michael, I had every intention of keeping it that way, but Gab will be so much more fun to write.)

Somehow this is turned into a full blown crossover, where as I didn't originally intend to include Sam, Dean, Castiel and some of the other main characters it turns out you're going to see them after all. I'm a little concerned about writing them all in, if only for the fact that I don't want to mess up the characters, but the end result is going to be awesome if I pull it off. So i hope you all stick around for the ending and let me know what you think in the meantime.