AN: So how the show dealt with Gadreel and the way some of the fandom treats him just drives me crazy. I don't think the show did him justice, so I'm gonna rewrite it a bit. Yes, I'm adding a new character, because all Gadreel really ever needed was someone who would listen to him and tell him that they believed him and that he was forgiven for everything. So. That's why Mina was created. I use the transcripts for the show that are posted on the Supernatural Wiki for reference for dialogue sometimes, but I don't own anything but Mina. I hope you enjoy this.


The rumble of an engine appeared behind me and grew louder. I turned and walked backward, sticking my hand out and putting my thumb in the air, hoping I could catch a ride. The approaching headlights made me squint, but I noticed it was slowing down and I half-smiled. When it pulled to a stop beside me and the passenger's window rolled down, I leaned forward to look in, letting my hand drop to my waist and rest cautiously on the pistol in my waistband. But the faces that peered back at me from the interior of the car weren't the faces of strangers that I was expecting. "Sam?" I asked, incredulous. "Dean?"

"Mina?" Sam Winchester asked from the passenger's seat. "Mina Burch?"

"One and the same."

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Dean Winchester asked. "Last we heard, you were in some small town in Washington taking care of a vamp nest."

"That was almost three years ago, bud. Give me a ride and I'll tell you what I've been up to."

"Sure, get in," he said, jerking his head to the back seat. I smiled and opened the back door, tossing my bag to the far side of the seat before sliding in after it. Dean pulled away from the shoulder of the road and roared back down the highway.

I smirked as I recognized the car I was riding in. "You guys still driving this old piece of junk?" I asked.

"Woah," Dean said indignantly. "I could pull right over again and let you out, you know."

"Hey, I'm just observing. I was sure this thing would have broken down for good by now."

"When she breaks, I fix her. She's never leaving us."

"Oh, good. You've got an obsession. That's healthy."

Sam turned and grinned at me but Dean just glared at the road. "So what've you been up to, Mina?" the younger Winchester asked.

"Well, that job in Washington was easy as pie. Some vamps took advantage of the recent hype of the Twilight series and set up a nest in the actual town of Forks. I headed there with Peter-"

"Your boyfriend, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. We headed over and did the usual routine: I let them give me some of their blood, start the turning process, and lured them off one by one to kill them. Then we changed me back."

"So where's Peter now?"

I was silent for a moment before answering. "Dead."

Sam looked at me again, this time with those big, sad puppy eyes, and said, "What happened?"

"About a year ago," I began, begging my voice not to crack as I spoke. "We found another vamp nest. Those were always our speciality. These vamps were different, though. They weren't looking for people to turn. They were looking for pets, for humans to keep around and feed on when they were hungry."

"Lazy vampires?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, you could call them lazy. Anyway, we knew we'd have to do this hunt differently, but I still chose to be the bait. I let the recruiter vamp hit on me at the bar, and I flirted back. Our plan was that I would go with him to his lair and turn on the GPS chip I'd hidden in my boot so Peter could find me and bring the weapons. But it was a long drive, and Peter took longer than expected. I had to let them drink from me to keep up the charade, and when he finally did arrive, I was exhausted from blood loss. I fought as best I could but a vamp got me pinned down while the last one tore out Peter's throat. Adrenaline kicked in then and I rolled the vamp over, cutting off its head and then spinning to decapitate the other. Peter couldn't even speak as he died."

I paused and took a deep breath before continuing. I could feel both brothers' eyes watching me. "One of the vamps had called 911 before I killed it, probably trying to get me caught as retribution. I was forced to burn everything: the house, the bodies, our car and all the IDs we'd had. I filled a bag with clothes, weapons, and cash, and left the scene. I've been hitchhiking it around the states since then, hunting wherever I hear about a case and hustling for cash."

"You should've called or something, Mina," Sam said, looking at me sadly.

"Nah, I couldn't do that. You guys were doing your own thing. You didn't need to worry about some broken hunter messing up your cases. I got along fine, anyways."

"Well," Dean said. "Now you're with us, you can stay with us for a while."

"I can pay-"

"Nobody's paying for anything. We've got a place, a permanent place, in Kansas, and there's plenty of room for you to stay there. If you wanna leave the next day, that's fine. But you're gonna at least get one night's good sleep and a meal not made in some dirty kitchen at a truck stop."

I'll admit, what these boys were willing to do for me, despite the fact that we'd met exactly two times before, made me a little teary-eyed, but I blinked the wetness away and said, "Thanks, guys, I really appreciate it."

"Hunters gotta have each others' backs," Sam said with a small smile. I smiled back and finally allowed myself to get comfortable in the back seat, watching the blur of scenery as Dean sped down the highway.


I don't remember falling asleep. What I sure as hell do remember is Dean's loud voice rousing me with a far too cheerful, "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." My eyes flew open and I sat up straight, hand going for my gun. "Woah, hey, you're good," Dean said quickly. I looked around and saw him leaning on his forearms in my window. "It's just me. Here," he tossed me a packaged chocolate chip muffin and a bottle of water. "Breakfast."

"Where are we?" I asked, opening the muffin and taking a bite out of it.

"Couple hours from home." I made a mental note that Dean thought of this secret hideout we were heading for as "home" as he continued. "But we thought we'd make a pit stop and get something to eat, check on the other passenger we have."

"Other passenger?"

"Oh yeah," Sam interrupted, pushing Dean to the side and leaning down to the window. "Didn't we say? We have the King of Hell chained in our trunk." He was giving Dean the signature Sam Winchester bitchface, which I'd personally experienced on our second hunt together, so I knew they weren't in agreement on something here.

"Oh really," was all I said, though. "That's interesting."

"Yes," Sam said tightly. "It is."

"Sammy," Dean said.

I could tell they were about to get into it, and I didn't want to be there for that, so I said quickly, "There a bathroom at this pit stop? I gotta take a leak."

"Yeah," Dean said absently and pointed to a small wooden building. "It's there."

"Thanks." I pushed open the door, moving the Winchesters at the same time, and hurried away. I looked back at the bathroom and paused. For a moment, I could have sworn that Sam's eyes glowed blue as he straightened and prepared to argue with Dean, but I blinked and it was gone. I marked it down as exhaustion mixed with a trick of the light and entered the dingy bathroom. I hadn't been lying about needing to pee, so I took care of that and then checked my appearance in the mirror, stalling to give the boys time to yell it out. I sighed at the sight of my hair: some of the dark brown curls were pressed flat against the side of my head from where I'd leaned on the leather seat, and the rest were frizzy. I turned on the water in the sink and did my best to get my hair back in order. It seemed impossible, though, so I sighed and pulled my hair back, securing it with the hair band from my wrist. Then I splashed my face with water, wiped it off with a rough paper towel, and headed back out to the Impala and the Winchesters.

I watched the brothers as I walked. Sam was slouched back down again but the two were still arguing. He looked my way then and looked confused. "That was fast, Mina," he said when I was within earshot. Dean turned to look at me too, but there was no confusion on his face. I knew I had been gone for at least ten minutes, what with dilly dallying to avoid their argument, but then Sam said, "I just saw you walk into the bathroom like a minute ago."

There was a flash of panic in Dean's eyes, and I got the strange tingle in the back of my head that usually occurs when there's something going on beyond normal human senses, so when I spoke all I said was, "What can I say, Sam, I'm the world's fastest pisser." Sam stared at me for a moment, then shrugged and got back into the Impala. I brushed past Dean, determining to keep my thoughts to myself for now, and slid back into the seat next to my bag. Soon we were back on the road, heading for this new "home" the Winchesters had in Kansas.


As I got out of the Impala and surveyed the unassuming metal door set into the side of a hill, my eyebrows rose and I said, "This is what you call home now?"

"Just wait," Dean said, going to the trunk and opening it. "You haven't seen the inside yet. Gimme a hand here, Sam." Together the two of them hoisted a short man in a ruffled black suit, head covered by a black bag, out of the trunk and set him on his feet. Then Dean slipped a pair of sound-muffling ear muffs onto the man over the bag and said, "Alright, Sam stay with Crowley here while I check if everything's good inside. Come on, Mina. Let me show you the Batcave." I smirked but followed Dean to the door and let him lead the way inside.

We came to a balcony overlooking a huge room with a large table in the middle. I let out an appreciative whistle that was cut short by a crossbow bolt embedding itself in the railing in front of us. "The hell?" Dean said as he pulled the bolt from the wood.

"Dean?" a timid voice said. I risked a glance over the railing to see a young man emerge from behind a table, crossbow in hand. "You're alive!"

"Yeah, 'cause you're a crappy shot." He paused slightly before adding, "Katniss."

"Who's that?"

"Mina Burch, another hunter." We walked down the stairs as he introduced us. "Mina, this is Kevin Tran."

I held out my hand to shake as I asked, "You a hunter too, Kevin?"

He shook my hand as Dean scoffed and said, "Him? No. He's a prophet of God."

"A prophet?" I looked the kid up and down. "Isn't he too adorable for that? I thought prophets were old dudes who smelled and drank too much."

The Winchester chuckled. "Don't worry. He smells, too. One hundred percent prophet."

"It's been a bad couple of days," Kevin explained to Dean. "After we talked, this place went nuts, alright? Th-there was some alarm, and all the machines were freaking out, and the bunker just locked down. I couldn't open the door, my cellphone stopped working, I thought the world was ending."

"Close." He paused. "The angels fell." I nodded and grimaced at the prophet.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing good." He grabbed the crossbow from the boy and said, "Listen, next time the world's ending, grab a gun." Then he tossed it onto the table with a shake of his head.

I walked into the next room and examined some of the books that were shelved there while Dean and Kevin talked about cell phone service. Sam's voice broke my reverie. "Hey." I turned and saw him standing at the top of the stairs with Crowley. "All good?"

"Is it ever," Dean replied, motioning for Sam to bring the demon down. "Come on." As the younger Winchester manhandled the King of Hell down the stairs, I watched as Kevin's face grew pale and angry.

"No," he whispered as the brothers took Crowley into one of the side hallways.

"What's wrong, kid?" I asked.

"He killed my mother." I could hear the venom in his voice. "He told me himself."

"How long ago?"

"A few months ago. She was the last person I had from my other life."

I nodded. "That's tough. I know about losing people."

"Oh yeah? Who'd you lose?" His voice was bitter, like he was challenging me to beat the loss of his mother.

Steeling myself, I gave it to him straight. "My dad went to jail when I was nine. Dealing drugs to buy food for my mother and I. Latinos didn't have it easy in the prison he was sent to. He was dead before the week was up. Suicide." Kevin's eyes had gone wide. "When I was fourteen, a couple vampires showed up and decided to make a nest in my hometown. They kidnapped my mom and turned her. This hunter named Peter showed up and I insisted on helping him take out the vamp nest to save my mom, but she died anyway. After that, I traveled with Peter and became a hunter like him. We fell in love, eventually. Then last year, vamps killed him. I've been on my own since then."

The prophet seemed speechless. "Wow," he said. "I-I'm sorry."

"We all lose people, kid," I said. "And then people lose us. That's the way life is. Especially this life." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Some people choose this life, like me. Some are forced into it, like you. Some have a complicated relationship with it, like Sam and Dean. But we all choose how we live this life. So we can spend our years being bitter, or we can get over it and move on and do some good. What are you gonna pick?"

"I wanna do good," he said, looking me in the eyes. "I wanna help people."

I nodded. "Great. So what does a prophet do, exactly?"

He was about to answer when the Winchesters returned, minus one Crowley, and Kevin turned to them. "What's Crowley doing here?" he asked. "Why isn't he dead? Why aren't you stabbing him right now?" I rolled my eyes; still obsessed with revenge a bit, wasn't he?

"Alright, alright," Dean said. "Chill out, Kevin, okay? We need him."

"What?!"

"Kevin, look," Sam explained. "If we can get Crowley to give us the name of every demon he's got topside, we can hunt them down. All of 'em."

"He will break, okay," Dean continued. "When he does, we'll hold him down while you knife him. Then we all go out for ice cream and strippers."

"Just stay away from him, alright?"

The prophet nodded reluctantly, but I could tell from the tension in his shoulders that he would probably pay Crowley a personal visit very soon. "So what now?" I asked.

"I gotta make some phone calls. You," Dean pointed at Kevin. "Need to hit the angel tablet, see if you can find anything on the spell that Metatron used to empty out heaven."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, maybe we can reverse it before the God Squad does too much damage."

"Yeah, if we're lucky. Alright, Sam, get Mina a room and then you two can check the net for anything angel-y."

"Or demon-y."

"Or monster-y," I added.

"Or ghost-y, or," Dean frowned. "It's gonna be a busy year."

Sam nodded, then said, "Come on, Mina, let's get you a room." He led the way down a hallway off the main room. "You got a preference whether it's close to where Dean and I are staying or not?"

"I don't much care."

"Alright. Here, then." He stopped in front a door with a simple numeral eight on it. "This can be your room whenever you're here."

"Thanks." I opened the door and went in, tossing my bag onto the bed and looking around. It was bare, with a chest of drawers on one wall and a closet in the other. There was a simple wooden desk and chair and a single shelf over the bed. "Cozy," I said, cracking a small smile as I turned back to Sam. "I really appreciate you guys letting me crash here for a while."

"It's no problem, really. We have almost too much space here." He paused, then said, "You didn't seem surprised when Dean mentioned angels."

"Because I wasn't. I was camping out at a truck stop when the angels fell. One landed in the parking lot out back. I knew it was an angel in its vessel from the way the girl glowed blue from her injuries."

"Did she survive?"

I shrugged. "I didn't stick around to see. Something like that is bound to bring the authorities, and I didn't need that. Besides, one angel will bring another, or so they say, and most of the time those guys are dickbags."

Again, I thought I saw a little spark of blue appear in Sam's hazel eyes, but then it was gone and he was saying, "Well, we know just one who's okay, so far. Hopefully, there are others like him out there, but for now it's just us and him."

"Awesome."

"Let's get back. We need to be looking for signs of anything bad happening."

"Good idea."


Hours later, I found myself walking down a chemically-contaminated street, my guns loaded with bullets with devil's traps carved into them and holy water flasks on my hip. The Winchesters and I moved along the street, then made our way carefully to an abandoned diner, where we figured the two hunters we'd come to save, Irv and Tracy, were being held. As Sam and Dean checked them to make sure they hadn't become meatsuits for demons and then freed them, I kept an eye on the windows and doors, looking for signs of the three Army guys and Abaddon. Then they let them restock with guns and ammo as Dean explained the devil's-trapped bullets. A noise caught my attention and I saw two demons walking to the diner. "They're coming," I said.

"Good," Dean replied.

"And they've got assault rifles," Sam added, having joined me at the window.

"Okay, less good."

"So," Irv asked. "What's the play?"

Minutes later, we were standing just outside the back door of the diner as the two demons burst into the front. "Alright," Dean said. "We gotta flank SEAL Team Douche in there, so, uh, Irv, you and me will go left, and Sam, Tracy, and Mina, go right."

"Okay," Sam said. "Let's move." He put a hand on Tracy's shoulder briefly, but she shoved it off.

"Don't touch me," she said harshly.

"Woah," Dean said. "What's the problem?"

"My family's dead because of him."

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward around the edge of the building, scanning for the other Army demon and Abaddon. Then Sam, Irv, and I were moving around the right of the building to ambush the demons in the diner.

"You two copacetic?" Irv asked as we neared the corner.

I nodded and Sam said, "Yeah," with a bit of confusion.

"Good. Now hand me that toothpick and you two and Dean and Tracy, you beat feet out of here."

"What?"

"I'm going in there alone. I'll buy you as much time as I can."

"Irv, that's death." I was studying the older hunter through narrowed eyes. There was the familiar tingle in the back of my head that told me something was up. Literally up, my senses said, so I stepped back slightly and scanned the rooftops. I edged away from the two of them, backing back down the way we'd come. I had backed up enough to see the sniper on the roof catty-corner from the diner, and as I let off a shot, so did he, hitting Irv in the heart. My shot missed, as did Sam's, which he fired off as he made a mad dash for the diner. I made to run for the diner too, but the sniper stopped me. I cursed and made my way back, deciding to try to get on the rooftop to kill the sniper.

I got halfway to my goal when I noticed he was climbing down and heading for the diner. There were shots from the left of the diner, where I knew Dean and Tracy were, but I knew they could handle themselves as I began to climb back down from the rooftops. I had almost reached the door to the diner when a bright, white light filled the building. The tingling in the back of my head reached a spiking pain and then the windows burst out and the light was gone. I cautiously walked in through the front door, expecting an angel. "Sam?" I said. The tall man straightened from where he was bent over the body of a demon, pulling the demon blade out of its chest and looking at me. But the way he tilted his head and regarded me curiously, the way he was standing straight instead of slouched, and the now roaring pain in my head told me this wasn't Sam. "You're an angel," I said quietly. Then I half-stepped out the door again and shouted, "Dean Winchester, if you're still alive, you get your ass in this diner right now!"

Then I stepped back in and stared at the angel in Sam's body. "Why'd you stab that demon after you killed it with angel mojo?"

"So that Dean or you could say you had killed them."

"Why-?" And then the answer hit me. "Sam doesn't know you're in there."

At that moment, Dean crashed into the diner and the angel addressed him. "They were going to kill him, Dean."

"Ezekiel?" Dean said. I filed the name away. "The hell did you do?"

"I was protecting your brother. I thought that was what you wanted." So the angel was protecting Sam. But from what? Sam was a capable hunter.

"Right, yeah, no, I-I… sorry, I'm just still getting used to this whole thing."

"As am I."

"Alright, okay," I interjected. The two men turned to look at me. "Dean, tell me why there's an angel inside Sam. What's he protecting your brother from?"

"It would be unwise to tell her anything, Dean," Ezekiel said. "I could wipe her memory of this whole encounter."

"Uh, no, you won't. I've got this thing, it's a pain at the back of my head, it tells me when something wacky is up. It'd try to remind what you'd erased. Eventually we'd come back to this point. So tell me. If this is because you think I can't keep this a secret from Sam, then you need to think again, because I've been keeping secrets from you two for as long as I've known you."

"Sam nearly died, Mina," Dean eventually sighed. "The night the angels fell, we were trying to shut the gates of Hell forever, and it took a toll on him. He was dying, and I prayed to any angel out there, and Ezekiel answered. But the only way to save Sam was to trick him into accepting Zeke's - I'm gonna call you Zeke - help to heal him from the inside."

"So if Sam knew he was hosting an angel, he'd eject him and die?"

"Yes," Zeke said. "That is why it must remain a secret. He must never know I am here, at least until he is well."

"You say your name is Ezekiel?" I asked again because there had been a strange look on his face when Dean called him that.

"It is." He was lying. I knew it. But I didn't tell Dean, instead intending to find out his real name on my own. What did it matter if this angel went by a fake name as long as he was healing Sam?

"Alright," I said, crossing my arms. "I can do that. My lips are sealed. Sam won't find out through me."

"Thanks, Mina," Dean said. Then he asked Zeke, "So Sam's okay?" As the two talked, I shot the sniper and another demon in the head. "What are you doing?" Dean asked incredulously.

"She is making it look as though you and she finished off these demons," Zeke explained. He handed me the blade and I stabbed the demons in the throat as well.

"Right," the older Winchester said. "Smart."

"You are troubled, still."

"Yeah, it's just that, uh... this is on me. I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up Hell. Okay? So every demon deal, every kill that they make... well, you're looking at the person who let it happen."

"You were protecting your brother. I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows, I know. And I know that what you did, you did out of love." I smirked. That was gonna go over well.

"Yeah, uh, look, Zeke I'm not really with the whole, uh, love, and... love."

"But it is why I said yes."

"Yeah, and if that goes sideways, that's on me too."

"That's not going to happen."

Dean shook his head. "This is nuts. I mean, you're Sam, but you're not Sam, and normally he's the one I'm talking to about all this stuff. I'm trusting you, Zeke. I just gotta hope that you're one of the good guys."

"I am." The angel seemed to consider his words. "But I suppose that is what a bad guy would say." That was definitely reassuring. "Dean Winchester, you are doing the right thing."

"I have to agree with him on this one, Dean," I interjected. "Sam might not be able to understand it for a while, but you're doing this for him, you're doing this to help him. It's the right thing."

The angel caught my eyes and inclined his head to me as a gesture of thanks. I smiled back, but I knew I'd have to keep an eye on him, and figure out what his real name was.


AN: So that's chapter one. Longer than I like to make them, but I just needed to get it all in at once. Each chapter might end up being this long because I'm gonna try to stick to one chapter per episode, especially since one of my other fics averaged three chapters per episode, and that was too much, I think. Unless you guys like lots of chapters per episode? Let me know in a review or PM. If you like SPN, look for my other stories on my page. Thanks, and see you next chapter!