AN: Its pitiful and short, but its something, right?

It took a week of Dean treating me like I had some disability or disease to snap me. Then I lost it.

Dean was suggesting another way to get the bracelet off when: "Shut up!"

He fell silent in shock. Sam looked up from his research worriedly, but I didn't care. He was just as bad as Dean, treating me like I was fragile. Like the bracelet was killing me. Looking back, I can see that he was jealous. Made sense. After all, the bracelet did- No, I'll tell that bit later.

So, anyway: "What part of 'I don't want it off' do you not understand?"

"The don't," he replied drily.

I mentally conceded that that was a rather good answer. Regardless, however, I kept on with my rant. "I made a choice when I put this bracelet on and its not one I mean to reverse!"

Sam jumped in, trying to placate me. "I'm sure you did, but it was the heat of the moment. You didn't know then what you were doing. Anyway... Don't you think that it would be nice to have it off?"

"What part of my 'no' are you not getting?!" I asked incredulously. "The n, or the o? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Want. It. Off! And I'm sick of you treating me like I'm broken! I'm done. I've had enough and I'm going. Good bye, and leave me alone."

They moved to restrain me so I couldn't make a move. They thought the bracelet had me under a spell. That I was a danger to myself. They were wrong. And when they touched me my gathering power threw them across the room. I was dealing with none of this idiocy today. My power, I hesitate to call it magic, finished gathering around me and pulsed. I closed my eyes (now glowing violet) and opened them in Gabriel's house.

To say the least, he was surprised. I was a bit surprised as well, I suppose. I didn't know where my power would take me. Only that it was out of the Winchesters' reach.

"What are you doing here?" he asked curiously. "Not that I'm not delighted to see you, but I thought you'd be with those two chuckleheads still."

I snorted derisively. "Chuckleheads is right. I'm not putting up with them for any longer. Not only are they stupid, but they're incredibly stubborn."

"What did they do now?"

"I just got tired of being treated like a mentally ill five-year-old."

"Well, you're welcome to hang around here, sweet-cheeks."

"Not that name again," I muttered. "If you have to give me a different name, call me by my real one." I was as shocked he was at this statement. I had all but forgotten that Attica was a fake name.

"And what name would that be?"

I sighed in defeat. He might as well know. "Nelsa. My name was Nelsa, back in that other world." I no longer thought of it as my world. "Just don't use it around Sam and Dean, okay?"

He looked at me strangely. "Sure. If you're positive that's what you want."

I sighed in relief. "Thanks, Gabe."

Gabriel rewarded me with a grin. "Any time, Nelsa. Any time."

I ended up taking up residence in Gabe's guest room, since he didn't want me sleeping on the couch and I didn't want to sleep with him. We agreed that this was for the best.

In addition to letting me stay, he also started training me. With time I lost control less and less until it almost didn't happen. Then and only then did we decide that I was ready to go back to the Winchesters. And we decided that the best way for me to do that was to get involved in hunting again.