Disclaimer; I, unfortunately, do not own Supernatural or any of the characters. I only Own Torianna. If I owned the Winchesters, or Gabriel, I think I'd have a heart attack

In other news, this is my first fan fic that I've ever actually published, though I've written a few of them. Thank you for taking the time to read, please R&R, I'm a big girl so if you see mistakes or anything, please correct and criticize me. It helps me be a better writer.

"Torianna?" A voice called from down the hall, sounding slightly annoyed. A young girl with long, ebony hair walked out of a bedroom at the end of the hall, her blue eyes glistening with anger as she stared at the man who had called her name.

"What" Her reply was laced with venom as she glared at the shaggy haired man, whose golden-green eyes stared back at her angrily.

"That was none of your concern, you had no right to jump in like you did" He snapped at her, his patience with her faltering.

"Oh go screw yourself, Gabriel. You're not my boss, it's a free country and I can do whatever the hell I want to. You have no right to get pissed at me, what I do is not and never will be any of your concern. So if it's alright with you I'd appreciate it if you left." Tori's expression was the perfect example of 'if looks could kill', as she was glaring daggers at the man right now.

"You listen here, Tori," Gabriel growled, his eyes flashing red. "I don't have to listen to a word you say…" Tori cut him off before he could finish.

"I don't give a shit if you're a goddamned archangel, Gabriel! Get the hell out of my house, off my property, and out of my life before I blast you so full of rock salt you start crappin margaritas for a year!" Her temper was clearly lost, but her words only seemed to piss off the angel even more.

"Torianna Michelle Singer, you're a tool. First off, rock salt isn't gonna do a damned thing to me, and second off, there's nothing you can do to me that will affect me or hurt me in any way, you made damned sure of that when you picked Lucifer!" He spat the last few words, and the shock revealed itself on her face as she stumbled backwards. He had never mentioned that in front of her before. Without giving her time to reply, he was gone.

Tori steadied herself on the wall while she rebounded from his words. That had nothing to do with what was going on now, and besides, he chose to leave before she chose Lucifer…

Flashback

"Tori, I'm offering you freedom, a way out. You can get away from all of this. Just take my hand and I'll make it all go away. I promise you that." The man held out his hand to Tori, who hesitated about taking it. He shook his hand slightly, urging her to take it.

"C'mon, Torianna. I can give you whatever you want, just take my hand." He said softly. His tone soothed her, and she reached out and took it, Gabriel's face being the last one she saw before she was thrust into darkness.

Present Time

Tori shuddered at the memory of a time so long ago, just after Adam and Eve were created, before Lucifer was cast out. Actually, the day before he was cast out. She still wasn't sure why he wanted her to go with him so badly, didn't understand what difference it would make to him. But that day, she took his hand and he made her a new life, one where she wouldn't be involved in supernatural stuff. That is, until this century, when the Winchesters came along.

Tori had been reborn again around the same time as Dean, the older of the 2 Winchester brothers. Being reborn was a part of her immortality that Lucifer couldn't take completely away when he made her mortal, or rather, didn't take away.

She scowled at the thought of the boys, if they hadn't called her father, she would've never had to hear from the angel, at least not this soon.

A few Days Earlier

They boys had called Bobby, who was Tori's father in this century, to get his help on a hunt. Tori went along with her father to see what was so important they couldn't talk about over the phone. Plus she really had nothing better to do at the moment. When she got there, she could immediately sense his presence. It filled her with warmth, and she shuddered at the feeling. She hadn't seen him in, well a few thousand years actually. Not since she fell, or rather, Lucifer pushed her. She shook the thoughts out of her head.

When she found out that they thought he was a trickster, she couldn't help but smile. He always did love playing tricks. She had opted to stay behind when they went to stake him, not wanting to see him 'die'. Even though she knew it wouldn't really kill him, she still couldn't bare to see him hurt. Then it dawned on her; why would he be so interested in the boys? Was he gonna kill them, or worse, kill Bobby? She jumped up and grabbed a stake, bolting out the door and towards the campus.

Once she got there, she followed the noise down to the auditorium. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat as she saw him again for the first time in so long. It took her a moment to collect herself and realize she hadn't been noticed by anyone, yet. She gripped the stake tightly as she glanced around to make sure everyone was alive. Sam and Bobby were fighting a man with a chainsaw, and Dean was fighting two girls. She smiled at his choice in villains, but quickly the smile faded. She knew what she had to do.

She ran up behind the caramel-haired man and shoved the stake into his heart, flinching slightly when she heard his surprised, painful gasp. She blinked away the tears in her eyes, reminding herself over and over that he wasn't gonna die. She let go of the stake and stepped back as he fell to the ground, his gold-green eyes boring into her. He seemed to glare at her slightly before his eyes closed. She knew he'd be paying her a rather heated visit later on for ruining his fun.

The strange thing was, why was he calling himself the Trickster now? And why did he carve out his soul… things were just getting weirder and weirder.

Two years later

Torianna's phone rang, dragging her out of a deep sleep. She grumbled and flipped it open, knowing of only one person who would be calling at this hour.

"What, Dean." She growled sleepily. His response was a laugh at having woken the girl.

"Actually, I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice at 3 in the morning." He joked.

Tori hissed, not finding any humor in the 'joke'.

"Just kiddin, Tor. Get up and get packed, we'll be there in 10 minutes." Dean said before hanging up. Tori knew better then to question or wait around; he wouldn't be coming to get her unless it was an emergency. She grabbed some clothes and through them into a duffle bag before throwing on some skinny jeans, knee-high black leather boots, and a red t-shirt just in time to hear the impala outside. She grabbed her bag and a cup of coffee before heading quickly out the door.

"So what's going on?" She asked as she slid into the back seat after tossing her duffle in the trunk. Sam handed her a file folder and she flipped it open, skimming through newspaper clippings and photographs of a missing, middle aged man.

"You think it may have something to do with the mystery spot?" Tori said aloud.

"It seems like it may be a possibility, but we've gotta check it out to know for sure." Sam replied. Tori nodded and handed the folder back to him, settling in comfortably and staring out the window into the dark summer night.

Tori hadn't realized she had fallen asleep till she was jerked awake by Dean.

"Wake up, we're here. Get up to the motel room and sleep there." He grumbled, tossing her the key. Her reflexes were slow from being tired, but she caught the keys nonetheless and grabbed her duffle out of the trunk before heading up the stairs to the motel room. She tossed her stuff on the second bed, figuring the first was Sammy's, whom she actually liked, and lay down on it going back to sleep.

And that's the end of chapter 1. Please tell me what you think, if you like it, I might continue.