Hello mah peeps! Yeah... let's not do that again. Anyways, here's a fic I've been debating whether or not to publish. I decided, why the hell not?

So, here you are!

Knock-knock-knock!

There was silence.

"Bobby!" The voice called from outside. "It's Aubrie! Aubrie Carmichael!"

The door swung open slowly, revealing the older hunter to the younger. The latter grinned. "Hey, Bobby."

Bobby eyed her. "Aubrie. Have any luck with that Trickster case?"

"Um…" She cleared her throat, then gestured towards someone standing just out of sight. "That's one of the reasons I'm here."

The man stepped out, and Bobby let out a string of surprised curses. "The hell is it doing here?"

The Trickster grinned sheepishly, waving. "Nice to see you again."

Aubrie took a step in front of the Trickster, arms held out in defense. "Sorry for the surprise. May we come in?" She glared jokingly. "I don't to see any stakes on the table, Mr. Singer."

Bobby sighed, opening the door wider and stepping back. "Come on in." He still kept a wary eye on the Trickster until they were all seated in the kitchen.

"Can I get you anything?"

Aubrie flashed him a smile. "Just water, thanks." She jabbed her thumb at her companion. "He'd like something a little more… diabetes-inducing."

Bobby's eyes narrowed. "Right. That… Trickster sweetooth going on."

The Trickster just nodded, keeping his gaze low. Aubrie snuck a glance at him, nodding slightly. Bobby turned to get the glasses down, but noticed her reach out and grab the monster's hand out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh, just skip the formalities," Aubrie spoke up suddenly. "I know you're planning on lacing that with Holy Water. Just come out and spritz me with it, why don'tcha?"

Bobby blinked, then turned back to the pair. He nodded slowly. "I mean, if you want me to…"

"Ah!"

Aubrie squeezed her eyes shut as a thin stream of liquid hit her square in the face. After a second, she opened her eyes once again. "So, you took my advice."

Bobby shrugged, pocketing the water gun. "Small, efficient, accurate. I thought, why the hell not?"

After wiping her face off with a napkin, Aubrie held out her left arm, rolling the sleeve up. "Okay, now silver."

Bobby hesitantly brought out the knife, but then quickly drew it across her skin. She didn't even blink, just pressed the napkin to the wound.

"So, you got another tattoo?" Bobby asked casually.

Aubrie rolled her eyes. "Yes, in fact, I did." She smiled faintly as she glanced at it. "It happens to mean a lot to me."

"Okay," Bobby held his hands up. "Didn't want to start a fight."

There was something not quite right about this situation. Bobby felt something gnawing at his thoughts, but couldn't put his finger on it. He turned and opened a drawer behind the Trickster, so he couldn't see.

"There's one other test I need to do before I can trust you…"

Aubrie's eyes widened as she saw the object in Bobby's hands. "Gabe, look out!"

The Trickster grunted in pain as the stake penetrated his body. His hands gripped the table, his eyes starting to glaze over. Aubrie glared at Bobby.

"I said no staking!" She leaned forwards, an annoyed expression on her face. "Okay, it was funny the first fifty times, but now he has to know."

The Trickster shook his head. "N- no… I can't- everything's going dark…"

"Oh, stuff it." Aubrie rolled her eyes. "You don't have to do this every time."

The Trickster's breathing slowed, then stopped. Bobby stared, not sure what to do. Then, the Trickster's body began shaking.

"Aw, killjoy." He sat up, chuckling. "If I don't do it, its not as dramatic and impressive when I do this."

Wrapping a firm hand around the stake, he yanked it out. He then turned to Bobby. "Sorry to break it to ya, but it won't work." He tossed it halfheartedly, and it flew by itself back into the drawer.

Bobby blinked. "Okay… just like I thought. You're not a Trickster, then what are you?"

Aubrie bit her lip. "Well…"

The Trickster stood, rolling his shoulders as the holes in his shirt began to close. "The name's Gabriel." He nodded to Aubrie. "And I'm her fiance."

"What?"

Aubrie turned a hopeful look on the older hunter. "And… I was hoping you could perform the marriage ceremony."

Bobby sank into a chair. "You… you're Gabriel… the Archangel?"

Gabriel sighed. "Yes, the dude with the trumpet. One of the reasons I don't tell people who I am."

"And you want me- me- to… marry you two?"

Aubrie nodded. "I know, you want an explanation."

"Damn right I do," He added.

Aubrie shook her head. "Then I'll give you one." She turned to Gabriel. "Get some drinks, will ya? This might take a while."

She took a deep breath. "Okay. So, this story starts about three weeks ago…"

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