AN: So, another Gabriel/oc story. As mentioned before on a different author's note, I have a billion of these things. Can I just say I'm in love with Gabriel and I want one of him? The moment we can mail order people, I'm getting him.
ANYWAYS... I tried to keep him in character, sorry if he's not.
I'm thinking of doing a Crowley/oc story... hmm...
Hateful mail makes me upset and angry.
Enjoy~!
It was just a regular day. At a regular campus. Well, I thought it was.
I was sitting on the couch, reading a book about the supernatural. The apartment I was in belonged to Ellie, Kat, Soph and I. It only had two bedrooms, so Soph slept in my room with me. It was a fairly good sized apartment, rent was only $1000 per month, but spilt between four people, it's cheap. Every room was a different colour. The owner let's us paint it, as long as it's all white when we move out. The living room was a light grey, so whatever furniture we brought in could match. The kitchen was a dark red, which suited the light finish on the cabinets nicely. The bathroom was a light blue, with yellow accents. Sophie's and my room was a light shade of pink, and our accents were every colour. Our room looked like a clown threw up confetti coloured furniture. Ellie's and Katie's room was purple and blue. We all basically had the rainbow in our apartment.
Well, anyways, I was reading a book on the couch. I looked up to check the time. Work needed me around four to set up. Work being a bar. Yes, I was a bartender. Getting up, I stretched and plopped the book onto the table. My feet slowly lead me to the bathroom for a shower. I was dreading going to work. All those drunk guys and their hands. I shuddered and started the shower.
"Millie, can I come in? I have to tell you something!" Ellie knocked on the bathroom door. I sighed and quickly undressed. After my clothes were in the hamper, I unlocked the door and hopped into the shower.
"You can come in now, Ellie!"
The door opened loudly, and I heard her shut it and lock it. I peeked out the shower curtain, and saw her sitting on the closed toilet, with her knees pulled to her chest. Her makeup was running, and her dark brown hair was a mess.
"Ellie, what happened? Who's ass am I kicking?" I closed the curtain and ran my dark wavy blonde hair under the water.
"My professor, Professor Cox, he's... he's dead."
I dropped the shampoo bottle, and it landed with a loud thump. Professor Cox, the one who wrote the books? Wasn't he the one who got around a lot?
"Ellie, I'm so sorry," I tried to soothe her, he was her favourite. Ellie had a weird obsession with him. I think she was hoping to be his next conquest, which is really disturbing to think about.
"Do you know if your classes are on hold?"
She sniffled, "Yeah, until there's a new professor. He fell from his office window. They're saying it's suicide, but, but he wouldn't kill himself. He has too much going for him. Millie, I can't believe he's dead."
"It's okay. It'll be fine. Okay, I'm getting out. Turn around." I looked around the curtain, and saw Ellie facing the door. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself.
"Okay, I'm good. Ellie," I cupped her face with my hand, "it'll be okay. Come to work with me, and every drink can be on the house, okay?"
She nodded and left the bathroom.
It was well after opening, and the bar was packed. But it was a normal night, except for the buzz of talking about Cox's passing. I was cleaning a few glasses, and Ellie was sitting at the bar drinking shots.
"How you feeling Ellie?" I put away the glasses and grabbed the whiskey. Pouring her a few more shots, I slid the glasses to her.
"Horrible, but relaxed." She laughed and took a few more shots, slamming each empty glass onto the bar.
"Whoa there, no need to break the glasses. Stay here, I'll be right back." I walked around the bar, to a table I had kept my eye on. Jen and Curtis were sitting with this really tall guy. The closer I got, the taller he got. How tall can one guy get? I saw a recording thing on the table. Oh, he must be a reporter.
"Curtis, shut up!" Jen looked at Curtis. He must've said something to ruin her story. I laughed a little, and pulled out a chocolate bar from my apron pocket. Yes, I have a sugar addiction. No, I don't need help. Unwrapping it, I stood at the table and looked at the reporter. Jen smiled at me.
"Hey Mills, can you get me a beer?" Curtis smiled at me, and I nodded. The reported looked me up and down. He grabbed his recording thing and excused himself. I watched him as he walked towards another guy who was at the bar.
"Be right back, Curt." I walked over the bar, and checked on Ellie. She was doing fine. Hell, better than fine. She was flirting with this really attractive guy. I grabbed her arm and she was about to leave with the guy.
"Ellie, be careful. You have my number." She nodded at me and I watched her leave.
Walking over to the back of the bar, I grabbed a few beers, and made my way to Curtis and Jen. I set the beers on the table, and excused myself.
I looked around, and saw a few more people standing at the bar. Sighing, I began to make my journey to my station. Along the way, a few hands grabbed, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
Once at the bar, the guy the reporter was with waved me over. I pulled out my unfinished chocolate bar, and walked over to him.
"Hey sweetheart, mind hooking me up with more of these?" He held up a shot glass or purple stuff.
"Purple Nurples? I don't mind at all, Hun." I've learnt that if you flirt with your customers, they're more likely to leave you a tip. And I wouldn't mind more tips.
I filled up a few shot glasses, and slid them to him. I winked at him and told him to let me know if there was anything else he needed. The reporter was standing next to him, looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Hey, I'm Millie, do you need anything?" I reached down and grabbed a few glasses, preparing for whatever he wanted.
"Sam. And uh, no, thanks."
"Well, suit yourself, Sam. If you need anything, just shout."
"Wait, Millie, do you mind answering a few questions?"
I smiled at him and shook my head.
"I don't mind at all. But I won't be much help if it's about Professor Cox." I watched him pull out his recorder.
"Why is that?"
"He wasn't my professor. I'm here for acting, not any of his courses. And I don't think highly of him. Professor Cox um, well, he slept with a lot of the female students. He has a wife, I think. Honestly, I think he deserved whatever was coming to him." I shrugged and bit into my chocolate bar. Sam was looking at me like I was crazy, but eventually he shrugged.
"Maybe he deserved it, maybe not. But who's to say we can play God?"
"No one. But that doesn't stop some people, does it? Uh, one other thing. He was religious I think. And suicide is a sin. I think somebody killed him."
Sam nodded and put away his recorder. He thanked me and left with his friend.
I walked over to my coworker, and he smiled at me. I smiled back at looked at the clock. Wow, time goes fast. Another ten minutes and I could go home. Kyle, my coworker, saw me looking at the clock.
"Mills, you can leave early. I got this fort." He shooed me away and laughed. I laughed too and agreed.
"Thanks Kyle, I owe you one."
It was colder outside than it usually was. I had walked to work, so now I was facing the consequences of trying to live healthy. Hugging my jean jacket closer to me, I found myself crossing the building the professor had fell from. I stopped in my tracks, and looked up. The window he fell out of, the office, was clearly visible. Someone was in there, I could tell because the lights were on. Must be the janitor. Looking down to the stairs, to where he was found, I saw a blood stain. A big one. I covered my mouth, trying to prevent the strangled sobs.
The front doors opened, and I saw Sam and the guy he was with walk out. I quickly wiped the stray tears and looked away.
"Millie?"
"Oh, hi, uh, Sam." I smiled and looked at him. He looked a little concerned. I sighed and looked at the bloodstain. He must've followed my stare, because he walked over and stood in front of me. He blocked the view of the stain. I looked up at him, and I mean I had to look up. He was really tall.
"So, what are you doing out here?" Sam looked down, then over to his friend. He gestured to his friend, and he walked over and stood beside Sam.
"I was, uh, walking home. Um, hey. I'm Millie." I held out my hand towards the purple nurple guy.
"Dean. Wait, Millie, the waitress?" He shook my hand and looked at Sam.
"Bartender, waitress, whatever the bar throws at me. Yeah. Nice to meet you. What are you guys doing here so late?" I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked between them.
"Uh, well, we were interviewing the janitor. Yeah, uh, he's the one who found Cox."
I couldn't help but snicker at Sam's choice of words. Pretty soon, Dean caught on and chuckled. Sam smiled and shook his head.
"I uh, could've said that better."
"Yeah, you could've. Listen Millie, you should head home. It's getting late, and you don't know what's out there." Dean patted Sam on the shoulder and they started walking towards the road.
"I will, see you guys around. Stop by the bar tomorrow, first drinks on me." I smiled as I watched them pile into a very sexy black car. Checking it out, I figured my car was better, even thought I was a little jealous of that one.
Turning around, I saw the janitor standing in the window. He must've been watching us. That's really creepy. I sighed and I began to walk again.
About ten steps later, this metal sound rang through the air. I looked around, and saw Curtis looking up. Watching him curiously, a bright light was shined on him. The source was somewhere in the sky. He started running, but he tripped and fell. I dropped my bag, and ran after him. This, lightning came from the light source, and began to pull him to the sky.
"Curtis!" I grabbed his foot, and started pulling him back down. Well, tried to. I started being lifted off the ground too. Arms wrapped around my waist, and pulled me away from Curtis. We fell to the ground, and I watched Curtis disappear.
"Curtis!" I screamed out. Looking down, I saw the janitor had saved me. He didn't even look the slightest bit scared or confused. He ran a hand threw his hair and looked at me.
"You okay?" He placed a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and sighed.
"Yeah, yeah. Uh, thanks. Thank you." I stood up and hugged my jacket around me. The janitor stood up and looked to where Curtis had disappeared.
"Hey, no problem. At least I got one of you." He looked over to me, and very obviously checked me out. I resisted rolling my eyes, and sighed. He held out his hand.
"I'm Charlie."
"Millie." I shook his hand and eyed him. He wasn't bad looking, hell, I'd say he was attractive. His hair was light brown, almost like a honey-brown. I couldn't quite see the colour of his eyes, but I could tell they were captivating. He looked like he could be well toned under his work uniform. I don't get around like the other girls do, but I'd sure like to share a bed with him, if you know what I mean. Maybe even possibly date him. He seems like a nice guy, he did save my life, so he's not heartless.
"Well, Millie, it's nice to know you, but can I have my hand back?" He chuckled, and I looked down. I still had his hand. Warmth rushed across my face, and I let go. Well, I probably just ruined any chance with him.
"Uh, sorry. Must be, uh, the shock. What, what just happened?" I looked up to the sky, and fear rushed through me. Where did Curtis go? What the hell just happened? I looked to Charlie, and noticed that he was standing closer to me. A little too close, but I didn't really mind. Maybe I didn't ruin those chances.
"I'm not sure, but we shouldn't stay here. Let me walk you home." He held out his arm, and I just looked at it. Did he really want me to link arms with him?
"Well, come on, I'm not gonna bite, unless you ask me to." He winked at me, and the warmth came back to my face. I looked down and started walking.
"So, where do you live?" He came up and started walking beside me.
"A few streets down." I led him to where my bag was, and picked it up. I reached inside and felt safer when my hand felt the cold hand gun my father had insisted I keep with me 24/7.
We continued walking, in silence. He'd ask the occasional question along the lines of school and work. When we reached my apartment, he looked around, then back to me.
"Thanks, Charlie. For saving me, and walking me home. I really owe you one."
"Well, actually, you owe me two. One for each." He smirked at me, and I looked down to the ground. Fingers touched my chin, and tilted my head up. Before I knew what was happening, he gently placed a small kiss on my lips.
"Now you owe me just one favour." He smiled and began to walk away. I smiled and yelled out to him.
"That was incredibly cheesy!"
"Honey, I'm everything but cheesy!" He laughed and disappeared around the corner. I laughed and made my way inside.