I'm not the face with secrets, Too scared to read your mind. 'Cause when your life's on the table,
Then there's not much left to hide,
Begging for contagion,
These hospitals won't save us.
And when these toxins leave us,
It's sad when we'll be bleachless.

'Cause all you have to say is that it's gonna get better,
It's gonna get better,
But it never does.
And all you have to say is that it's gonna get better,
It's gonna get better,
But it never does.
It never does.
It never does.

- Bleachless by Elizabeth Grace

Something Wicked...

Dad sent them on a hunt in Wisconsin.

Sam didn't say anything as they drove in silence, it was a sore topic even for Dean because even she could recall what happened to her, her almost death at a young age. Bobby was out on a hunt and he couldn't watch over Sam so the Winchester men had to bring her along but she thought she would be okay but she underestimated the situation and with that small miscalculation, she almost lost her life.

A Shtriga almost killed her.

"Dean... You know I don't hold you accountable for anything that happened." She said softly while she noticed how her brother scowled. "But Dad does, Sam, if I didn't leave... Dad could've ganked that thing." He hissed through his teeth, he was angry, very angry at himself. His selfishness nearly caused Sam her life, he loves both his Dad and Sammy and the thought of losing them was Hell enough. If he arrived a second late, Sam wouldn't have been seating there and her death would be on his conscious for years to come.

"You told me and you keep telling me that I have no control over the things that happened, Dean. Now I'm telling you the same thing, you didn't know it would happen and I don't hold any bad feelings, you were just a kid that was bored out of his mind and you know if I was in your place then I might've done something similar." She laid her head on his shoulder as he drove while Dean looked at the rearview mirror to see his sister's forgiving eyes.

How can someone this forgiving be the Devil's vessel?

Sam was kind, too kind and too trusting but despite those double-edged aspects. she would always make the situation better. It makes him angrier at himself, he almost got her killed several times but one of his biggest regrets was when he pulled her back into this life, a life that promised nothing except for untimely deaths and severed bonds. He pulled her back and she was too nice to say something about this...

He wondered how times Sam had a breakdown from the stress, the nightmares? How does she manage it because he is sure as hell can't manage his own demons?

"Keeping it in never helps, Dean and I'm not saying this because of the chick flick things you love to comment on but as a human being. You have people who love and care about you, don't shut us out because it won't help you in a long run, brother." She said and her words sounded as if she'd seen it happened and he glanced at her only to see those vivid green hues shadowed. Sam felt like a hypocrite, who was she to tell him that keeping it in doesn't help when she does the same exact thing.

"Sam... my heart breaks for you. The weight on your shoulders: what you've done, what you still have to do, it is more than anyone could bear. If there was some other way... but there isn't. I will never lie to you, I will never trick you but you will say yes to me."

Lucifer.

He was haunting her.

Taunting her with the memories, with his memories of their time in the Cage, in Hell and essentially, of him. He was the second oldest of the bunch but he had a bigger Daddy issue than everyone on Earth, he thought every human is nothing but flawed and should burn from the paradise his Father made, he promised that he will spare her life except that everyone else will die. She should she be angry, right? Livid? Or hold at least contempt for the being who made her past life so hellish, pun not intended.

This is a new kind of torture for her.

"I was a son. A brother, like you. A younger brother. And I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day, I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael... Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something Sam, any of this sound familiar?"

It was achingly familiar.

She knew that feeling, she tried so damn hard to let both see that blind obedience and a life driven by revenge would just severe them. It caused her enough triggering moments that... that she reverted back to that bad habit, the razor was still in her pocket as a reminder of her bad habit, she knows that she couldn't escape it anymore, the horrible truth of being a masochist.

Those words, those touches...

The emotions, the trauma, and the torture.

Lucifer.

How can I give you redemption? She thought forlornly as her thoughts drifted to the black velvet case hidden deep within her bag, the piece of him that she wanted to throw away and never see but she was at lost, she was very lost, he was basically a part of her and to deny him that was rightfully his was catastrophic but seeing and living his intentions were traumatizing.

She wanted him and at the same time, she wanted nothing more do to with him.

Sam knows she screwed things up when Gabriel came into the mix, what was she gonna do?

He could see everything.

From the Home, he was banished from and Hell, a place made for damned souls. Lucifer may live in this prison that barely contained him but this prison was basically made for him, a free bird that was now caged and he was taunted, he could see his Father's creations and how it was slowly being destroyed by the very things his Father loved, it was disgusting.

He could see them, hear them but he can't touch or feel it.

This was the absolute Hell for someone like him.

The green pastures turned into ash and covered in concrete, holy hypocrites who abuse their power and sully his Father's name and his family, brothers, and sisters stuck in blind obedience like his dear older brother, a sneer formed on his face. All he wanted was nothing more than to open their eyes to the ugly truth and he gets called out like a petulant child and they call him ungrateful. He shifted the image of the cage into something else, more importantly, on someone who Azazel frequently reported on.

His vessel, his true vessel, Sam.

Lucifer took his time in studying the profile of his vessel, she was perfect and it may be a bit of a biased opinion but the gentle nature she has to her deadly skills were similar to him. Beautiful yet dangerous but what caught his attention was her eyes, it radiated power and they said the eyes were the window of the soul and that is true, her bright green eyes coupled with golden specs were an indication that her soul was bright and pure.

And they call her the abomination. Pah

He shook his head at the foolishness, the prejudice that his brothers and sisters show were baseless because it was only word from the mouth declared by Michael, it was disappointing, he still chases the approval of their Father rather than think of the greater good. Then there was himself, the being who called out his Father for creating something destructive but who was he fooling?

He can't say humans are disgusting without labeling his vessel the same, a mud monkey.

She was sitting on the hood of the vehicle they always used, her head was tilted upward and eyes lost in thoughts he wished he could dive into, they were helping a group of teenagers who had a flat tire, well her brother was the one helping them. "Dude, nothing offensive but your sister's hot." Lucifer shared Dean's scowl as he looked at the dirty blonde haired male. "And my sister is off limits." He noticed how Sam snapped out of her thoughts, he was fascinated with her eyes, it reflected life and light.

"So, Sam, right?" One of the girls asked Sam, who gave her a polite smile. "Yeah?" The three girls in the group were talking to her about seamless things that even she thought was pointless but she was far too polite to turn them down. "So, no boyfriend or anything?" The brunette asked the female Hunter while she had a rueful smile. "Sadly no, I have a hellhound for a brother, he scares them with his face and a shotgun." Lucifer saw how a few of the males paled considerably and smirked.

With the tire fixed in no time, the teens were off and the Winchester siblings headed to their location. "Sam... what's bothering you?" Lucifer indulged the moment, Dean was every bit of Michal as he imagined, he loathes and missed it. "A lot of things bother me, Dean and I don't know where to start." She replied in a clipped tone. Lucifer could take a hint that she was stressed and troubled but why?

What could possibly stress her out?

"Then start with something, your Ms. Psychology after all." He replied while Sam scowled. "Let's start with the demon blood that was in my veins, then the Yellow-Eyed Demon named Azazel who apparently has plans for me and oh, the Apocalypse and Lucifer. Satisfied?"

Oh... Oh, wait... How did she even find out?

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and the energy crackled around him, someone told Sam thus his plans would be ruined in no time flat and Heaven would, well, he already knew that Michael is a good little soldier boy so he'd most likely manipulate the events just like he would.

"I don't want the world to end, Dean, I don't want to be Lucifer's dress to the prom and I don't want to fight. Heaven or Hell, why do they want the Apocalypse of all things to happen, my mind can't comprehend it." She said despondently and Lucifer wished he could connect with her, to know what emotions are running in that mind of hers.

"I don't want to fight my own brother as well, Sam." He said hoarsely because Lucifer knows no one could hear him and it was agonizing, he wanted to be heard, to interact and by his Father's name, he just wants to talk to someone else other than himself!

"Then what are our options? Praying won't do us good because that's gonna clue the angel squad, demons aren't an option either. Basically, Sam, we don't have any good ones and you still haven't figured out how to say everything to Dad, the demon blood cleared from you to the Azazel and the damn Apocalypse." Sam hissed out in aggravation. "I'm sorry, Dean but when someone told me I was going to be part of this rodeo they completely missed the fact that they haven't told me and you're not in a better position too, you know." The car abruptly stopped and Dean glared at his sister.

Lucifer could feel the heat and the tension even if he wasn't there.

"What is that suppose to mean?" He growled out while Sam narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to do something irrational. "Think about it, Dean. Who was the one that cast Lucifer out of Heaven?" She asked in a cold tone while Dean felt something cold washed over him. "Michael." He didn't want to even think about the possibility or possibilities of what Sam could be implying. "And who was Michael to Lucifer?" She asked again.

"A bastard of a brother that wanted nothing more than Father's approval."

"Sam-" "Answer the question, Dean, who was he to Lucifer?"

"His older brother."

Lucifer could see the pain in Sam's eyes. "His older brother, like you are to me. Do you understand what that could possibly mean?" She asked tiredly as if the problem of the world was suddenly dumped on her. "No, Sam and I don't even want to think about it." He slammed on the gas and they speeded off and they were in a tense silence.

"Dean, you may not like to hear it much less think about it... If I'm Lucifer's vessel then there's no denying you are Michael's vessel."

"Then why does it have to be us of all people?"

"That's a question we can't answer."

Then it vanished.

Lucifer was left with passing thoughts and the prominent one was, of all the things to show him was his vessel and that she knows. "How could she possibly know?" He asked out loud and expected silence but was surprised...

"Sam knows a lot more than that granted the fact she lived through this before." There was someone else in the cage with him, a man in his late thirties, spiky blonde hair and an intense piercing azure gaze that reminded him of his own, was this one of the creations of the cage or was it because of him and his need to talk with someone else?

Or was it his Father's convoluted thought of a joke to torment him?

"Father above, Dean was right about me having major daddy issues and need to blame for someone else." The man mused while Lucifer narrowed his eyes as he observed the new occupant. "Did Father create you to torment me or is it just my sanity finally starting to crack?" He asked with a seething tone while the other occupant raised his hands in mock surrender and shrugged.

"We're all our Father's creation and who I am, simple. I'm you... Well, a different you."

Heavenly Thoughts...

Starring: Chuck Shurley Michael Lucifer Raphael Gabriel O O

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"Sometimes I wonder why I made my kids so much more good looking and then there's me, their Dad, who looks like your ordinary Joes only that I'm drunk 80% of the time."

Kids. Whining and Soberness.

Three things that Chuck has to live with since he was basically forced by his own sons to give up drinking for the millennia and he has to do his job as Chuck Shurley the Writer and the Heavenly Father of all Creations, completely and utterly sober with no ounce of alcohol and endure it.

Crap wrapped in unholy dong.

He told Dean that he couldn't go to where Sam is and Sam... She took it rather. Shittily. It really wasn't in his intention to make her feel that everything is her fault and that she should do it alone, fuck, he didn't want her to be suicidal or intended for any of the bad things to happen to her on a constant basis.

He honestly has nothing against Sam, the fact that she has everything from the knowledge to the weaponry but for some reason, she continues to surprise him by doing thing manually, sure she gets hurts but she endures it but that didn't mean he wanted her to become a masochist! Dean and the rest who knew and loved Sam very well banded together and he was sure as hell that even with his status as God he couldn't stop a raging Mother from threatening him and his balls.

Sam thought she was unloved, undeserving of kindness and goodwill. If she'd only seen the townsfolk with torches lit by holy oil and pitchforks that was ready to gun hoe him at any time of the day!

Heck, even his own sons drove him to the corner while they were tapping their respective Archangel blades on their hips or heads, it was a scene out from The Godfather and he was the poor unfortunate sap that was about to be beaten! He expected Castiel because that angel spent the majority of his time with the Winchester siblings especially around Sam if they were doing research.

But.

The four Archangels? Anna? Joshua? Balthazar? Uriel was neutral but he was respective. If only he'd notice how alluring Sam's aura is then he would've protected that instead of letting it dim, they were impressed by her intelligence, her stubbornness and drive but what lures them to her was her kindness. She lost her life, she was a Blood Junkie, she became Soulless, she was infected by the Leviathans and yet she still managed to stand even if the one trying to put her down was her own brother.

What she did was hard for anyone and he didn't wish for a fate like that to befall on any of his creations.

Sam did something that even brings tears to his own eyes and tear open a hole in his heart.

She managed to forgive.

Forgiveness. Something so easily said with insincerity but when said genuinely, the impact is cataclysmic.

And he was the great Almighty Father, who felt remorse for his own actions and he wished he could take that back but consequences would happen both good and bad. The only thing he could do to help Sam was to send someone to help her but what he didn't expect was the others to do the same thing...

He wondered how it will go?

"I can't believe you let Lucifer deliberately piss himself off while you told me I can't do that to myself." Chuck Shurley a.k.a God sighed as his youngest Archangel son whined, well the Trickster side of him wasn't amused by the missed opportunity of pissing himself off since he was told not to. "This is Lucifer we are talking about, Gabriel, do you really think he would just listen to me?" Chuck said while Gabriel had this thoughtful look and scowled.

"Damn, even Michael and Raphael pissed themselves off." He grumbled while Chuck rolled his eyes. "I didn't realize that Lucifer's subversive attitude was infectious." Chuck drawled while Gabriel howled seeing what Michael was doing. "Did he really just-" "Well damn, Free Will indeed, I hope that Sam would forgive me for this." He said a bit rueful while Gabriel, he let a short sigh and put a hand on his Father's shoulder.

"Didn't Samsquatch say that rather than beating yourself up, just owe it up and make better of yourself or somewhere along the lines?" The Winchesters were rough teachers on his sons but they did the job right, after years of denial and pent-up teenage angst, they did learn their lesson even if they had a few... bumps but lesson learned on all their parts. "I have a question for you, Gabriel?" Chuck asked his youngest who was just lounging on one of the sofas and eating a pack of M&M's idle.

"Of all the human beings or being to fall in love with, why does it have to Sam?" From the corner of Chuck's eye, he saw his youngest choked on the M&M's that he was eating. "Psst, really Dad... I'm not in love with the Moose." Even that sounded like doubt from a mile away. "You know you can't lie to me, right?" Gabriel scowled at that then generally shrugged his shoulders. "To be honest, I don't know... Sam, he or should I say, she, she always put others before herself and when she does try to do something for herself, she gets the short end of the stick. This person was too giving, so unsure and reckless but her nature... It was just appealing and now that she's doing what she's supposed to be doing, it's hard to ignore her now." It was true.

Sam is hard to ignore now.

"How long until all of them will have their memories?"

"Before or somewhere in the middle of the Apocalypse..."

Well damn. They hope that Sam could endure it even if it's only for a while.

Sleeplessness is a bitch.

Sam knew it all too well from past experience, she left Dean to go back to the safehouse that Gabriel provided. It's one of those days when they couldn't stand to be near each other, the case and how it home and this whole pre-Apocalyptic mess. It was maddening, what was God thinking? Right, he can't help her now.

For some reason lying down on the Impala's hood starring at the star-filled sky was much more relaxing than being inside the space as Dean.

It was painful being able to remember also those fights that ended up in fistfights accompanied with harsh words that couldn't be taken back, each word was painful, scars and bruises can heal but emotional and mental attacks can't be healed with a band-aid. The guitar in her hands was something that Dean bought while they were in Paris, it a was surprised to see it in the back seat of the Impala but seeing a pretty yellow bow and music sheets in the case was enough for to realize that he bought this for them.

Like old times when they were just kids sitting on the front porch of Bobby's house.

He managed to find an old yet working Gibson when he and dad went out on a hunt, he fixed and cleaned it until it looked brand new then on a warm sunny summer afternoon in South Dakota, they sat on the front porch while he taught her a few chords of the song Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas, Dean actually sings pretty well when he wants to but most of the times he just sings off key to annoy the hell out of her.

She strummed the guitar and let the toneless sound echo in the parking lot.

It gently escalated to a familiar song that speaks about her past life experiences...

On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind

'Let me tell you the story of my life in a song.' She thought bitterly from her early life, the questioning, the unsatisfactory life of being a drifter then when an opportunity arose for her to better herself from the life she had lived only turned out to be the worse mistake she made, she left them in pieces for her own selfishness and the consequence was great, she lost Jesse, the very woman she wanted to marry.

Dad disappeared and Dean came knocking. Her powers manifested, the demon who she thought she could trust only lead her astray, she became the very thing she hunted. They died and went to Heaven only to come back to Earth broken and frail, the very beings who she prayed to had dangerous intentions and they manipulated at every turn for a destiny that none of them wanted.

Dean sold his soul. Dean died. Dean managed to get a taste of an apple pie life.

And she pulled him back and the cycle repeated until there was no more.

Because they died.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Oh, I love the way you lie

Hell. Cage and Lucifer.

They all burned her that she didn't think much of it at first but now that she had time to think about it, the burning sensation was addictive like those sweet lies, every damn lie was sweet as forbidden candy but the sweet taste had a left a bitter aftertaste and every time she remembered it, it burns her in the inside. Was she that foolish to believe in those lies rather than the bitter truth?

Lucifer was the fire of both hatred and desire while Dean, Dean was the person who brought great ease and pain while everyone else is just the ingredients to make the bittersweet dish.

Now there's gravel in our voices
Glassis shattered from the fight
In this tug of war, you'll always win
Even when I'm right
'Cause you feed me fables from your head
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied

Her voice was starting to leak the emotions of the lyrics.

Every fight they had, every argument left more scars in heart and mind than what both angels and demons had done to them. They were far too prideful to admit their own mistakes or to even say I'm sorry that I screwed up but even if they did apologize to one another there's always a hidden agenda behind that apology, there were more threats thrown at each other than comforting ones and the sick reality of all it was.

They were addicted to it.

She repressed everything, her emotions and her thoughts because Dean always countered her by saying she didn't have the right to make the major decisions when she caused the majority of the world's population to suffer the Apocalypse she ended by jumping in the Cage, that wasn't enough for him, it never was. While she was the ex-blood junkie that made bad decisions.

Dean was the poster boy of deniability and high school dropout with six dollars to his name. Golden boy and favorite son while Heaven adored him despite his rash brutishness in approaching things, he lacked tact and subtlety yet he was blessed while she was labeled as the abomination. She tried all that she could but not even Heaven wanted her, she told herself that she'd rather burn in hell with Lucifer than to feel Heaven's bittersweet paradise for her that awaits her if she was granted access.

She wanted to kill, swift and easy while Dean wanted to spill and relish the moment of every kill.

When they couldn't take it out on each other, they took it out on their prey.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Oh, I love the way you lie

It hurt, it started to hurt so bad.

Every repressed emotion that was kept under lock and key was always triggered by events like this, the fighting and the blaming. It was the damn cycle all over again, they're both burning themselves to the ground, they're both addicted to the familiar heart, the burning awareness that one of them was soon going to erupt, they were sick in the head with that because for all its worth, they liked it.

They savored the feeling like it was some big juicy steak.

While Dean was the sadist, she was the masochist.

So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't want to ever leave
Til the walls are goin' up
In smoke with all our memories

Hunting.

It was a life they could leave for a while but it always comes back and haunts them but the moment every Hunter spilled their first Supernatural blood, they know they couldn't get out even if they tried because the only way out is through Death's door.

This morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me how awfully sorry
That you pushed me into the coffee table last night
So I can push you off me
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
That we'll have each others backs, 'cause we're that lucky
Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting?
I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count
But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counseling
This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
With you I'm in my fuckin' mind, without you, I'm out it This is the story of Sam and Dean Winchester, two brothers who lived a very unhealthy codependent lifestyle, too prideful to say I'm sorry and too stubborn to die and live without one another. May they rest in pieces. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

She let the last line lingered a bit and stopped.

She felt something wet on her cheek and wiped it with the back of her hand, it was tears, she was crying again. But the truth was that she never stopped crying in the first place, she held it in because she was afraid, afraid of someone finding out and afraid of losing this second chance. "Why is it that every time I see you, you're always crying, Babydoll?" Gabriel asked solemnly, he was there the moment Dean told him that he and Sam had a fight.

The song that she sang was sung with every fiber of her being, it was just sad. The way each lyric reflected her life and the way she struggled, it was enough to even make him cry and nothing makes him cry unless the event was truly heart wrenching but with Sam, she wears her emotions like it was her everyday plaid, it didn't matter to her if it got hurt, she was too nice, too considerate but one thing no one and can deny was that she's genuine with her words and actions.

"Come down here, Babydoll." He said softly as if he was coaxing a fledging. He noticed her reluctance but waited and when she slid down, she was still glued to the car with the guitar clutched tightly in her hands. He took a few steps forward and sighed, he could damn his height later, Gabriel tucked the loose strands of her hair at the back of her ear. Yes, he was on his tippy toes just so he could reach her, she was a tall woman, sue him.

He thumbed her tears away and she sighed. Even when she was just crying, she still looks beautiful. Gabriel thought and pulled his hands back only to be surprised when Sam put her head on his shoulder, her warm breath tickled his neck but luckily he wasn't sensitive there. "Why do I feel like I suddenly have the fate of the world in my hands?" She asked while Gabriel ran a hand through her hair. "You don't have to carry it if you don't want to, Sam, no one is forcing you to carry it." He replied while she took a shuddering sigh. "Then who'll take my place, Loki? Who can bear my cross for me when I can barely stand on my own two feet?" He removed her from his shoulder and had an eye to eye with her.

Golden whiskey shot eyes met bright expressive emerald hues.

"You don't have to do this alone, Sam, you have to let someone in to help you carry that cross."

He stayed with her.

Even when she told him that she'll be alright, he didn't want to take a snowball chance in hell. He held her close in his arms as she slept soundly and he noticed that when she sleeps the mental block is weaker, enough for him to see what she's thinking but stopped himself. He won't let curiosity get the better of him, he didn't want to betray her trust by going through her mind.

He busied himself by taking notice of her, her long light brown hair fell like curtains and it was soft to the touch and does justice on how it looks. Her lashes were naturally long and curved, she was pressed unto his side and he's drinking in her sleeping sight like a thirsty wolf but he'd rather like her awake and let those expressive green hues grow big and he's not going to deny himself that a woman like Sam gets him going but she was different.

Gabriel felt unsure of what's really happening to him, there was a certain block in his own mind that bothers him and images, he keeps seeing another version of Sam and another version of reality. Was it Dad? What does he want?. He thought and sighed, seeing things and emotional assault wasn't good. He was seeing himself as Gabriel, not Loki and dying. It wasn't his memories but he could speculate that it came from another reality, a reality where he died to protect Sam and Dean.

He wondered whether these feelings were even his?

He turned to his side where he saw this beautiful creature sleep soundlessly, it was all tied to her. A person who made bad decisions, a person who beats herself constantly, he was lost on how he could help her when her own brother causes her pain? Speaking of, his golden eyes narrowed with the thought of Dean, he knows that the older Winchester was frustrated with a lot of things but the last thing he'd expect from him was to pull a Michael and blame it on Lucifer shtick.

He brushed her cheek with the lightest touch, skin so soft yet exposed to such a rough life. If he wanted something, he always got it and what did he want with Sam?

What did he want with this person when the feelings he's feeling might not be his own?

He needed a distraction.

Gabriel carefully got out of the warm embrace and snapped a pillow to replace his spot and smiled seeing how Sam snuggled to the pillow, he pulled the blanket to cover her and thought of Sam being alone made him scowl as the feelings were against it so he decided to let his dog, Sir Maxi Spot, a full grown corgi with brown-yellowish and white scheme, watch over the sleeping woman. "Keep an eye on her, Maxi." He ordered and the corgi laid down on the foot of the bed.

Satisfied, he disappeared.

Dean was uneasy as he left Sam alone.

But a part of his mind told him that Loki was probably there with Sam but he shook the feeling of the doubt so he sat up with the key in his hand, he went to the nearest door and inserted the key, a slight hesitation...

Sam was already in a tough spot and stressing her out wasn't his intention, he loves his sister but the problem was that there are too many questions that need answers and he took it out on Sam, Sam who always let him take the lead, she who always has his back and he just did a dick move, fuck. He turned the knob quietly seeing it as it was late, she was probably asleep.

But a dog barking loudly and loud crashes met his ears.

He rushed to the scene and saw a tiny pooch barking while Sam... Sam! He saw his sister was fighting a cloaked being and struggling. "Sam!" He shouted and was pushed back hard and his vision was slightly blackened but pulled himself together when he saw the bastard was trying to suck the life out of Sam, she was struggling. "D-dean..." And he saw red as he took the shotgun hidden under the bed and aimed at the bastard.

He almost lost Sam once, he wasn't going to lose her permanently.

It took three bullets and the bastard died while Sam was taking in the oxygen she'd missed. "You alright?" He asked while she did a thumbs up and took a shuddering sigh. "Who's the pooch?" He asked noticing the tiny Paris Hilton dog who made his way to Sam and nuzzled her leg. "P-probably Loki's dog." She croaked and he helped her sat up.

They stayed in silence for a while. "Sam-" She just laid her head on his shoulder. "Can we just get some sleep?" He chuckled and carried her to the bed while the dog obediently followed them and peered at Sam who was looking at the pooch and rolled her eyes, she patted the bed and he jumped on it. "Really?" Dean asked while she raised a brow at him. "He's adorable, what do we do about the witch?" She asked, as much as she was glad that it's dead, she wouldn't take a chance in sleeping with a corpse in their room. "You rest while I burn this sonvabitch." He said while Sam was about to protest, Dean gave her a stern look of Don't Argue With Me while she sighed. "Fine..." Dean carried the body out and she, she just cleaned the room as best as she can.

Then she laid down and felt something wiggled in her arms, oh right... She looked at the dog curiously and searched if he had a dog tag or something.

Sir Maxi Spot

The dog tag said while she deadpanned but shrugged it off. "Let's go to sleep then, Maxi."

Gabriel found himself in bed with his on again and off again lover, Kali.

It was an intense passion that he was addicted to, the woman was sure as hellfire kinky but one thing he didn't like about Kali was the amount of pride and ego that she has that could match Lucifer or outmatch him. "What's on your mind?" Her voice was sultry and could give any man a hard-on by it but fortunately, he wasn't just any man or just a Pagan God.

He's an Archangel for his Father's sake!

"Nothing except your beautiful ass, love." He replied in his usual flirtation gimmick, Kali hummed in approval as she let her hand wander to places that would make any man groan but he knows all of Kali's tricks especially when in bed because when she wants something, she tries hard to get it because she knows she can. "Is there anything you need?" He asked while the dark-haired beauty turned to him with narrowed eyes. "You have been with another woman, Loki." Not this again. He thought morosely and losing the last bit of lust in his system. "You know I don't like exclusivity, Kali and I know you've been with countless others especially with Baldur, don't pull the exclusive card on me." He said while the woman settled herself on his lap.

"What does this woman offer you that I can't possibly do?" How about some humility? He simply gave his signature smirk and pulled the woman closer. "She can't, think of her as a plaything, naive and innocent are two of my favorite combinations, Kali and I love my woman with brains, not hearts." It felt bitter when he said that and Kali was pleased with his words but even when he laid with her.

All he could think of is Sam, her humility, her kindness and one-of-a-kind personality. He wanted to do wicked things to the woman who denies herself of pleasure, he imagined what her screams would sound like as he brings her to a cataclysmic orgasm or how dark would her green eyes be if it was shrouded in lust? He imagined it was Sam in his arms and not Kali, it was a cruel thing to do but he'll ignore the fact that Kali is doing the same thing to him.

He wanted Sam but he didn't know what he exactly feels, sex and lust he knows but love?

Father help him.

The room was a mess.

Gabriel was shocked when he found out that the Shtriga attacked Sam when left, it also filled him regret that he shouldn't have left her in the first place because if Dean didn't arrive in time to save Sam... She would've died because he left to do business and now thinking of what happened a few hours ago made him feel dirty and guilty. "I'm fine, I swear." She was telling the truth, just a few bruises that'll heal in time. "I have this little guy helping after all. " She added and maxi barked happily as he let Sam gave him a belly rub.

He eyed Maxi. "You are such a slut for rubs, Maxi." Dean snorted while the corgi just barked and eyes Sam with those beady eyes of him begging for a cuddle while Sam laughed for a bit, she indulged the little pooch and when she turned around carrying the dog gently, Maxi peered from Sam's shoulder to stare at his Master with a look of satisfaction and a paw tapping saying Mine and for adding insult to injury, he nuzzled the same side where Gabriel laid his head.

Dean will pretend that he didn't see Loki and his dog having a staredown because of Sammy. 'Of all the being on planet Earth, you gotta attract with power-ups.' He thought then smirked seeing the blush that dusted his sister's cheeks, he can't say it was one-sided when the guy basically introduced his dog to her, it's like a Dad introducing his kid to his potential new Mom...

But wait, didn't Loki have kids?

"So, where are you guys headed now?" Gabriel asked as he snacked on a Twix bar. "To the next hunt that Sam finds." The said woman with the corgi in her lap smiled knowingly. "I got a call from a friend of mine in Upstate New York, her name is Sarah Blake, apparently her Dad auctioned off a painting called Provenance and the said painting has a lot of dark history since whoever owns the painting dies with slit throats. After the painting was sold to the Telesca couple both of them died in their bed with slit throats inside their state of the art security locked house." Dean and Gabriel were looking at her with varying degrees of impressiveness.

"Wait, Sarah Blake? That chick who kissed you after you ganked the witch who almost killed her, Stanford Days Sarah Blake?" Dean asked while Sam coughed awkwardly and nodded while Gabriel raised a brow then wolf whistle. "You. Innocent little sweet Sammy batting for the same team?" He may be joking in the inside but what Gabriel felt was something akin to jealousy, someone other than him kissed Sam. The burning ugly feeling didn't leave him and it didn't fade away due to an insistent brother's teasing.

"Sammy's a happy Bi, she bats for both teams, ain't that right, Sunshine?" She was red as a tomato but even if she tried to glare at her brother, it only served to amuse him more seeing as she looked like she was pouting than glaring murderously at him. "Come one, Maxi, let's go get breakfast." The dog happily barked and they walked away with Sam trying to gather the rest of herself before embarrasses herself more, she didn't want to give Dean any more ammunition much less Gabriel!

What she didn't notice as she walks out from them was they both had eyes on her ass.

"Impressive"

"I better hope you're referring to Sam's hidden side and not her ass."

"Why can't it be both? You were eyeing her ass too, Dean-O!"

Outside the door, Sam heard a cock of a shotgun and sighed. "They're crazy, aren't they, Maxi?" She asked the pooch who was happily trailing behind her.

Provenance...

Loki/Gabriel Sam & Dean Winchester

Luckily.

They were in the guest list this time but the look on Sarah's face when she saw Sam was a complete and utter surprise, the last time she saw Sam was two years back and she was wearing plaid and jeans like your average girl with a cute dimpled smile and those puppy dog eyes that could melt anyone's heart but seeing dressed up like a woman on a mission, granted she was on a mission but this was different.

Heck, even her brother was different and their friend wasn't bad on the eyes either.

She wanted to go to them but she had to get the records that Sam asked for and besides, she seems to be busy with her new company.

Sam mused at Gabriel's style because it reminded her of a certain blue-eyed angel, a nostalgic memory turned bittersweet when she was reminded of the fate that had befallen on Castiel, he died for Dean and Dean died for her... The back seat of the Impala, she pushed back the memory and focused on what happens now. Team Free Will 2.0, A Trickster Who Is Really An Archangel In Hiding, A Supernatural Tolerating Dean and A Time-Travelling Genderbent Ex-Blood Junkie On The Verge of Insanity. She thought and despite the memory of the past haunting her, she managed to smile.

Gabriel noticed the quirked lips of the female Winchester and raised a brow. "Something amusing, you?" He asked while Sam blinked for a bit then hummed. "Just a thought, Loki." She replied and while she eyed the other paintings, she also took notice of her brother talking to the Upstate elites and chuckled because her brother could charm anyone well except for a certain someone who was obtuse to any form of flirtation.

She and Gabriel were browsing through the various paintings but one particular painting stood out, they both stopped in front of it.

The Archangel Gabriel Sheila Diemert

Gabriel wanted to snort.

He'd seen so many of the paintings, sculptures and various other forms of art with him or his brothers, some exaggerated and others were just weird in his general opinion but he'll leave it to those religious fanatics, it's hard to correct them after so many centuries had passed. He was ready to move on and forget but woman beside him had her eyes glued to the piece. "Is it silly of me to say that I still pray to the Archangel Gabriel?" He was surprised at that comment and it was another painful stab of guilt in him, the majority of the world is still praying for an angel that no longer wants to be who he was before.

"Why's that?" He kept his voice in neutral while Sam never took her eyes off the painting. "He's the Archangel of Guidance, Clarity, Deliverance and at times Healing and Mercy. I pray to him because I ask if he could deliver a message to my Mom, to tell her how sorry I am for getting her killed and how I'm taking care of Dean and Dad when they're both recklessly rushing into things and at times, to God... I just want answers for why my life is this way and generally, to him. Asking him if he could watch over my brother and my Father, both of them have scars that run deep and I can't heal them alone." Especially with what I'm about to do. She said softly and glanced at her silent companion.

He looked like he had a forlorn expression and he was trying to mask it but was failing.

"Are you always this devout?" He asked while she gave a bittersweet smile. "I'm not a church-going type if that's what you're implying, I... I just want to believe that there is some place out there to go to after this life, a place where there are beings that could watch over the people I care about when they have passed on and beings strong enough to make sure my brother and Father stay there and not go back to the land of the damn." Gabriel gave her a sharp look while she sighed. "Samshine, we already had this talk." He said evenly and tried to get his temper in control, this woman was unnaturally stubborn.

"I had demon blood in my veins since I was an infant even if it was removed from my veins the likelihood of my soul being tainted is there and I'm Lucifer's vessel, do you really think I'd passed those golden gates without scrutiny?" Even she had to cringe at the thought of being back in Heaven, Zachariah ruined that experience for her while Gabriel mentally counted to ten and back. The woman had a squeaky clean bright pure soul and she thinks she's going to hell? He was going to smite Azazel on the spot if he gets the chance.

Because he was also getting a memory, a male Sam and him talking about Heaven and how that self-important jackass of a brother he calls Zachariah ruined it for him.

"We are talking about this later, Sam."

Talking with Sarah relieved her of some stress.

And she also missed talking to the sass and class woman, she was a sure spitfire that could give any man a run for their money and once upon a time she managed to kiss her but she prefers this casual friendship, she can talk about all those meaningless things that Dean doesn't want to even know. "These are all the records of the painting." She thanked Sarah and smiled. "Thank you, Sarah. We'll manage from here on out." The two of them talked some more and it seemed to relax her further and take some time before her impending talk with Gabriel.

"So..." Sarah dragged as she eyed Sam and the stranger in the trenchcoat. "So?" Sam mimicked out of good humor while Sarah nudged her. "Who's the new member of the exclusive Winchester business?" A waiter passed by them and offered some refreshments they thanked him for it and walked around the auction house. "He's a friend of mine..." She said a bit perturbed at the thought if she accidentally blurted out the fact that he's actually a Pagan God like he introduced himself, so far, Sarah didn't question it.

"Just a friend? Sam, even if I'm not around much to tell what's going on between the two of you the heated looks he's sending to any guy with the intention to talk to you is a red card." Sarah pointed out while Sam raised a brow. "I thought it was Dean, didn't realize Loki was doing it too." Sarah wanted to facepalm.

Honestly, the girl had the most uncanny blindspot.

"Didn't he take you out shopping?" Sarah inquired, she was silently thanking the guy who managed to make Sam sit still and dress the girl up other than her jeans and plaids. "Yeah, France and Japan." She replied softly and a small smile tugged her lips remembering the day that transpired. Sarah noticed that smile, it was like the woman just fell in love for the first time and honestly, she prefers Sam smiling than being aloof. "You got it bad, girl." Sarah pointed out while Sam blushed and shook her head. "No... just no, my life is complicated as it is and adding the unneeded romance would just be unfavorable." She said while the black-haired woman sighed at her friend's stubbornness or in this case, a big dosage of denial.

After they talked a bit, Sarah noticed that Loki took her friend away while Dean was left with her, scowling. "Just because I tolerate the prick doesn't mean I want him to be around my sister, alone." He said while Sarah giggled, it was so like the older brother to protect his little sister. "You know that Sam is a grown woman, right?" She said while Dean rolled his eyes. "Woman or girl, I'm still her older brother." He stated while Sarah sighed exasperatedly. "Even I can tell there's something between them and I know that you've noticed that too." She said carefully while the older Winchester surprised her by sighing.

"I know, it's just that our Dad told me that I have to take care of Sammy and like any older brother who wants the best for their sister, I want her to be happy... I don't want to see her in a relationship that's half-assed and with a guy who doesn't deserve her." Sarah knew that Dean was a tough nut but hearing the older brother's statement made her think he was a cookie with a soft and gooey center.

"Aw."

"This does not reach her ears." Sarah made a zipping motion but when they both saw the two, Loki and Sam, they were both stuck in some sort of awkward tension. "Honestly, they said they're only friends but even I can sense the sexual tension even from here," Dean said with an almost amused tone while Sarah agreed.

"It's still cute, a short guy and tall gal."

After the talk with Sarah.

Gabriel smiled pleasantly at her friend which gave her a small painful lump in her chest but brushed it off when he looped his arm around her waist and they promptly walked away, outside.

The next thing she knew they were in a garden full of flowers and some of which she knows that grows only in a certain region or country in a specific season. They passed by the flowers and headed towards the gazebo. She opened her mouth to ask something but found it hard to since she didn't have a voice, to begin with, and looked at Gabriel with a surprised and annoyed look.

"Apparently, the last talk with you didn't help at all." He stated while she sighed and sat on the chair that appeared out of thin air, might as well since this will be long and the heels aren't helping her case. "Samantha Evelyn Winchester, how many times does a supernatural being capable of sensing souls and their states have to tell you that you're pure, your soul and generally, you are a pure person." She thankfully didn't have a voice to protest because she was anything but pure, college does that to a person.

She just settled for looking away and gritting her teeth, it's not because she was ungrateful of what he did or that amounting trust he put on her, it was because of past life experiences.

It was her general reaction.

She's a damn Winchester too! Emotional redundancy and trauma stay even when they get help for it, it's permanently ingrained for her since she can thank God for the photographic memory.

Gabriel was seriously questioning himself, the how's and why's of his life and the big question...

Why in his Father's name is he attracted to this stubborn woman?!

She has no trouble in helping someone see their own self-worth but when it comes to her own well-being, it was just talking to a brick wall that he wanted to smash but sadly the brick wall was made by his Dad so it's smite-proof! He wanted to take a peek in her mind just so he can see why he does this to herself?

Just a small peek damn it!

"Sam." It was a tone she was familiar with, it wasn't laced with mischief or mirth but pure unadulterated seriousness that speaks Archangel Gabriel. She turned her head to his direction and yelped in surprise when he was just centimeters away from her face. She tried to back away but she was technically pinned by the sofa and him. She pushed him a bit that indicated he should back off a bit.

Did he listen? No.

He rested his hands on the armrest and his gaze was absolutely smoldering because those normally chill whiskey hues were bright like melted gold. "You're lucky you have a mental block, Sammy girl because if you don't I'd settle for you being pissed at me for invading your mind than letting yourself dive in a dark pool that you can barely swim out of." He whispered in her ear while she was surprised by the mental block, the threat made her raise red card and one thing she didn't think she'd do.

She kneed him in the crotch. Hard.

And he howled in pain.

What the... hell

They were stuck at a standstill.

He returned her voice after he got some ice pack for his little buddy and they didn't speak to each other for a while, Gabriel sat on the chair she had previously occupied, she was sitting on the armrest and biting her lower lip nervously. He was worried yes but having him invade her personal space and threatening to read her mind without consent warranted a kick to the balls and honestly, she thought it wouldn't work but unfortunately for him, it did.

"... I guess I owed that." He started off while she scoffed a bit. "... Loki, you threaten to read my mind, if my brother was anywhere near the vicinity he'd be emptying the shotgun in your face and balls." She said evenly while Gabriel cringed knowing full well that Dean wouldn't hesitate to do so.

A few more minutes passed.

"I'm sorry I kneed you in the crotch." She said and Gabriel chuckled despite the pain in the lower region, he couldn't stay mad at her. "Stop apologizing, I know I can be a grade A douche when no one stops me, I'm the one that supposed to be the one apologizing, Babydoll." He said and when the pain finally subsided the ice pack disappeared and he rested his back against the chair and for good ol' measure, he wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and she landed on his lap.

"You seriously want me to anywhere near your buddy after I just kneed you?" She asked as she twisted around to look at him. They were in an odd position, Gabriel was sitting with both his feet planted on the floor and arms around her wait and her body was facing to the left with her legs were dangling freely while she was facing Gabriel with a questioning look. "You did that out of self-defense and it's even in my book since I was being a douche." He basically buried his head on her shoulder.

'Take that, poochie, she's mine again!' He smirked knowing that Maxi is going to smell that soon but relished the moment, he never had moments like this with Kali because with that woman it's always burning intense rigorous sex.

Sex, not lovemaking.

As much as he loves Kali when they have their fun time, they both know that a relationship that's only sexually filled is a relationship that's going down South but he crossed the line when he imagined that his partner wasn't the Indian Goddess of Destruction but the kind, compassionate, witty and undeniably sexy woman on his lap.

It was a cruel thing to do to a partner, imagining someone else in their place because you can't have or get the person that you want, he could try to turn up the seduction and get what he wants from Sam but that didn't even feel remotely right. The woman already has self-worth issues and if he did something that vicious so he could figure out what he remotely feels about her, who knows what damage she could do to herself.

He sighed deeply, he knows she wouldn't blame him but she'll blame herself before she'll put the blame on him and he feels like he'd been dumped with spoiled chocolate, he didn't like it at all. "Loki, what's wrong?" Her leather-clad hands touched his cheek and rather than her shoulder, he was faced with those, honest to his Father, unearthly green hues sprinkled with golden specks were going to be his undoing.

He can't cheat an honest man. Much less, Samantha Evelyn Winchester, Miss Who Wears Her Heart On Her Sleeve.

It was just so expressive, every emotion displayed was something that Kali will never be, he would be considered a fool to let someone like Sam slip through his fingers. "Honestly, Samshine... There's a lot of things wrong with me and you're just here being you making me feel that I've made bad decisions." Sam didn't honestly know how to respond but gasped in surprise when she felt those lips briefly on hers.

"But I know what I want and I'm not letting you go that easily."

Dilemma.

After their moment, Gabriel snapped them back in the auction house and what seemed like hours for them was only a few minutes by the clock and as much as she wants to be happy and to stop the pounding of her heart, she didn't want this to happen. It was too soon and she can't afford any distractions from anyone, she just can't because one little mistake could cost her everything.

Did she want this or need this?

'But you liked it even before, you'd wish that he would just kiss you rather than tease you endlessly, right?' Her mind was being a traitor and reminding her of the previous life, the life when she held annoyance and contempt for the angel who sacrificed his life for them.

The annoying cocky son of a bitch who ate too many sweets that by just looking at him eating it made his teeth ache, the person who admittedly cared about him and his brother and died by giving him a sweet lingering look before he faded away. And here was a chance that presented itself with a pretty bow, a chance that Samuel Winchester lost but Samantha Winchester gained.

Would she really risk it?

For a love that never happened, would she really allow herself to be happy? She groaned in pain as the situation was giving her a headache and heartache... Why didn't she see this coming?

God, you are such an assbutt.

They managed to eliminate the problem with two additional members who kicked some ghostly ass even if it was just one little deranged psychopathic little girl. Rather than staying with Dean and Gabriel, she opted to stay with Sarah in her family penthouse, it wasn't the fact that the kiss bothered her but it was just the emotions... She was comparing and calculating the what-ifs of her life and epically failing, sure she had a lot to say to reject Gabriel but that was in the past, the past that had yet to exist in her new life. "What's eating you, Sam?" Sarah asked as she plopped down on the bean bag near Sam with a bowl of strawberries and three kinds of chocolate dips on a tray and placed it on the carpeted floor.

She contemplated whether she'll tell or not but with her previous experiences with women, they were relentless when trying to pry information.

"It's Loki-""Ha! I knew something was going on!" Sarah cut her off excitedly while Sam had an annoyed expression at first for being cut off but the annoyance morphed into confusion. "What do you mean?" She asked while Sarah just gave her a 'Are You Serious?' look while Sam honestly gave her the puppy look of confusion. "Both your brother and I can sense something going on between you, Hell ... Your brother can sense it, Sam, didn't you say that Dean was emotionally constipated when it comes to feelings?" Sarah said while the green-eyed girl bit her thumb and furrowed her brows. "He usually is..." She mumbled a reply while Sarah waved it off. "Tell me what happened between you and Loki, I want details, every single one." And they say demons were scary, they haven't experienced the relentlessness of women when it comes to finding out the truth or details.

"...He..kissed...me..."

The entirety of Upstate could hear a squeal so loud that it originated from the Blake residences.

She didn't get to sleep very well.

Sam wasn't even remotely prepared when she saw both Dean and Gabriel together, she prayed to God that the Archangel didn't say anything to Dean because it would just mean hell for her, she approached them with tentative steps because Sarah, the vulture, she was right behind her with a smirk that could make a demon cringe. "Wow, you look like crap," Dean said while Sam flipped him off. "" You're not even remotely pleasing to the eyes without moisturizer." She said evenly while Dean scowled at her which was easily brushed off. "Everything good?" Gabriel asked while it took Sam a while to process.

A long while to process that caused Dean to be suspicious and Sarah giggling.

"Peachy..."

The four of them went out breakfast before the Winchester leave to another case but what made Sam queasy was the booth style seats and Sarah wasn't making it any easier for her when she insisted that Dean goes in first and Sarah was facing her since Loki insisted that she goes in first. The 'U' shaped booth was cozy and spacious but the fact remains that Gabriel was literally glued to her side and Sarah was just giving her the wiggly brows that she groaned in embarrassment and hid her face in the menu. "Alright, Samantha, what have you two been doing last night?" Dean eyed the two women with a questioning look. "Girl Talk" The way Sarah said it like it was normal made Dean guffawed at the fact that his sister, bookworm, and logic ruling extraordinaire would do something ... He hasn't seen.

God.

"Seriously, Sammy?" The said woman ignored them happily hiding her flushed face behind the menu but the nudge on her right, a glance and she cursed mentally. She has a mental block but Sarah doesn't so that means that the God beside her knows exactly what happened during the night. "You could've just talked to me, Babydoll." The amused tone in his voice made her shrink and Dean remained happily clueless. Thankfully, the waiter came and took their order but when her food came, there was something else on it that made her raise a brow.

"Excuse me but I didn't order this." She stated politely seeing the bowl of strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries with a whip cream top and chocolate syrup and a single white rose. The rest of her companion looked interested and one mildly irritated, it didn't take a genius to guess. "It came from the gentleman over there, Miss." The waiter happily replied, he probably got a good tip for that one.

"Oh damn... Sam, remember that guy who I told you about, Blaise Bass?" Oh damn. Stanford Days are catching up to her fast. "I didn't see him for three years, what happened?" The two men were oblivious but let the women do their thing. "Drugs, Public Property Damages, Sexual Assault and Sexual Harassment. Like he was possessed, his life turned a 180 degree by stopping it and now he's the bad boy of the Upstate Elite and what he wants, he gets." Sarah said while Sam looked up from Sarah to see those silver-blue eyes stare back at her.

"It may be a possibility that he is possessed but don't rule out the possibility he may be human that did those blue moon transformation." She said while the black haired woman puffed. "Done? Great. Now tell." Dean said while Sam lightly nudges him with her leg. "Rich spoiled brat that I met during my Freshmen Year, the same year I met Sarah when we have this Meet-Ups. Blaise was this party animal who likes getting shitfaced drunk, stoned or high and hedonistic acts that'll shame the Greeks. I blame Brady and Lory for dragging me to a party." She said with a wave of her hand then sat back remembering the first meeting.

The half-naked crowd, ear-splitting music and people who lost all of their inhibition for logical thinking...

"I wish I could forget some of those parties," Sam uttered while Dean cocked a brow. "Some?" He parroted while Sarah snorted. "I heard from Jess that one party was raided, is that true?" The scowl that Sam had was an indication that they needed. "It was sickening, they'd use a party as a disguise to distribute drugs to the customers... That one party that was raided was my first introduction to Blaise and the second one was when I hauled his beaten ass off the road and dropped him off at Health Services and since then he'd be this unexpected bomb that drops in every now and then." She said a bit troubled while Gabriel took her unoccupied hand and gave a comforting squeeze.

She squeezed back.

"Want me to threaten him?" Dean asked with a serious expression while Sam smiled endearingly at him. "It's not worth it, Dean. We're dropping off the grid anyway." She eyed the dessert, it was such a waste if it was untouched. "Anyone want one?" She'll just indulge with the people she cares about.

After breakfast, Dean and Sarah went off to God knows where since dear big brother wasn't satisfied with the information given and rather than pester her, he'd pester the woman who wasn't immune to the Dean Winchester charm. "So..." Gabriel started while he eyed the tall woman who was looking straight ahead, she inclined her head to the side to indicate that she was listening to him. "Are we talking about with what happened or not?" He asked while Sam slowed down and halted to a stop when they reached an empty park bench. "Normally, it's the girl that asks." She said as she sat down while Loki remained standing, looking at her with those eyes that haunted her.

"Let's not be a sexist here, Samshine. I'm not a patient guy nor am I the sharing kind." He said with his ever-present smirk that faltered a bit seeing Sam sighed. "Loki... With my kind of life, there are times I'd be doing things that normally cause a question in one's sanity and besides, you're a great guy do you honestly see yourself being monogamous with a mortal woman?" It was a valid point and seeing the emotions that passed through her eyes made him sigh.

"I'd never hurt you, Sam."

"But you might whether it's consciously on unconsciously. What makes me so special from the rest apart from the pure soul you keep telling me?" She was pleading some sort of answer because it hurts her if that's the only reason why he's staying. The Archangel cursed softly and sat next to the woman who is so unsure of herself, so unsure of her own worth. "Because you're one-of-a-kind, I may have been around for a long time but I have never met someone so ready to be a shield and forgive those who strike her down, someone who keeps everyone so close and protected like an Angel who's shielding her charges with her wings." She peered into his eyes, his eyes were sincere that she brushed his cheek.

She felt the warmth and the closely hidden Grace under the skin and she took a chance by tracing a finger to his lips and thumbed it softly. "Calling me an Angel is a bit of a stretch when you're the Angel who caught me when I was falling..." Literally an Archangel. Sam said and leaned in a bit with her forehead on his.

"Close your eyes..." And let be selfish.

It was just perfect.

Didn't Judas give a kiss to Jesus when he betrayed him?

Her lips were the sweetest thing he added to his list.

It was soft like bubblegum but he wondered what she'd taste like? Gabriel held himself back when their innocent kiss lingered, by his Father's name, he wanted to devour her. Her smile at the end was something he'd want to see every day and with the bloody Apocalypse on its way, he doubted that Sam could smile like that again and that made him scowl.

His Father left them with the End of the World Scripture but he never said they have to go through with it because no one was setting it in motion but if the news in the Angel Radio was right, Michael and Raphael were preparing for it. And those two thousand years of peace was going to end with a big bang.

He didn't want that. He likes Earth a lot and it's people, especially it's people...

They had the capability they never had and that was the capability to make a choice.

Sam and Dean were on the road when Dean's phone rang...

"Hello?... Dad, where the hell have you been?"

Crap.

It's time to meet up with Dad.