Divine Intervention

Rating: T for now.

Genre: Romance, Angst, Supernatural

Characters: Gabriel, Original Female Character and other OC's

Disclaimer: The only thing that belongs to me is little Vivian, Gabriel and Supernatural belong to a greater power. I don't claim them as my own :)

Authors Note: There wasn't enough Gabriel fanfiction out there for me. Especially not enough Gabriel / OFC fanfiction ( My personal preference ) . I decided to write my own. I've never written Gabriel before but I'm very, very well versed in the Supernatural!verse. I wanted our beloved Trickster / Archangel to get a girl of his own, and hopefully during the course of this story he will get one! ;D If you guys could help me out by leaving a review it would be greatly appreciated, I'd definitely like some feedback on this one. If you all like it I'll keep the story going and I'll post the second half of this chapter!

( I'm not perfect and this hasn't been through a beta, any mistakes are my own. )

"Did you really think that this would get you out of it? A deal's a deal. You're not the first person to try." The harsh words cut through the still night like a razor. He had been observing for no less than five minutes but already he was weary. He'd been scoping out the new town when he'd sensed the disturbance. Something likes angelic sonar. A demon was present and with it, hell-hounds. His almost childlike curiosity had gotten the best of him. The path led him to a crossroads and an incredibly chilling scene.

A young woman, she couldn't have been more than twenty-five was lying on her side, curled in a fetal position. Blood was pooling around her and it was obvious that she'd been gravely injured. He bet it was the hounds. There was a demon standing over her. No one he recognized, but crossroads demons were low rank, there was a new one popping up every few minutes – waiting to buy out some poor sucker's soul. They were a dime a dozen The demon was male, not very tall; 5'7 at the most. The only thing that stood out about him was a pale yellow bundle that he currently held in his arms. From where Gabriel was standing he could see the look of disgust almost perfectly. He knew exactly what was in the blanket. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. It was a baby. Had to be, given the one-sided conversation that was currently going on. On occasion desperate women had been known to attempt to back out of the deal by getting pregnant. Under the illusion that demons actually cared about things like that. People like that made him want to weep for the rest of humanity.

"We don't take 'em. Can't, part of the rules. I've gotta wait for some holier-than-thou prick to come and deal with this…" The demon glanced down at the baby who was surprisingly quiet – he wondered if it was still alive "Thing." The black-eyed man finished with a tone of disgust. The woman on the ground was now straddling the thin line between life and death and the demon looked incredibly impatient. He was waiting for an angel. They weren't permitted to take children to hell. Children were pure, innocent. There was no place down there for them. In these situations an angel was tasked with retrieval and the re-homing process. It had been that way for as long as he could remember. One of his fathers rules.

Before he'd skipped out on heaven he'd had to do it himself once or twice, usually because his brothers decided that they were too busy for a simple task. He'd been referred to as the bleeding heart one a few occasions. What surprised him was the fact that no angel was present. Due to the now strict enforcement on this particular rule, they were usually there before the parent in question died. He was the only angel in the area. He didn't want to merely jump out, granted the demon wouldn't know who the hell he was. No, this wasn't his job anymore. It was for someone else.

He could hear the faint muffled cry and then silence. The woman was dead. He didn't need to get up-close and person to know that. Almost as soon as the last breath escaped the woman, the bundle in the demons arms began to scream. The inhuman shriek that only a human child could manage. The demon glanced around, as if scouting the area. He hadn't noticed Gabriel's presence, as it should be. The demon carefully placed the bundle on the ground beside the dead body. The second the yellow fleece was touching the gravel, the demon vanished. Leaving the baby beside the now lifeless corpse. No doubt in a hurry to ferry that soul to the rack. The screaming grew louder and louder. Gabriel grimaced. Where were his brothers and sisters? They couldn't just leave a baby there. The crossroads was at least half an hour away from the closet town, over an hour away from the nearest city. The area was famous for scavengers and 'swamp people'. The demon might as well have just taken the kid right to hell with its mother!

He'd been among humans long enough to find the noise unsettling. It could mean any variety of things, all of them bad. He considered leaving, silently reminding himself that this was no longer what he did. He didn't answer to any of the asses in heaven. No, he was out of that game. Still, a human child. An innocent. He couldn't seem to just walk away.

Gabriel stood up, brushing the dirt off of his already worn jeans. He was better than the rest. He saw the value in human life. They weren't toys, they were things. They deserved as much of a chance, some of them anyways. It took seconds to jog up to the center of the road from the brush that had expertly hidden himself in. His brows furrowed at the sight of the mother. There was nothing he could do for her. The demon had already collected. He could however, help the child. He crouched down, slowly picking up the squirming small mound of blankets. His fingers made contact with a sickly warm patch and when he glanced to the side he saw the red. The demon had set the child down in a pool of its mother's blood.

Bastards.

"Sh, come on kid. You're fine." He murmured as he pulled back the piece of blanket that blocked most of the infants face. A pair of piercing blue eyes stared up at him, for a second the baby was quiet. It almost looked confused. It wasn't very old, less than a year. Ice blue eyes and a small head covered with black hair. It looked like a doll. The baby didn't seem hurt, just scared too move. He pulled back the blanket a bit more, tearing his own caramel eyes way. The baby began to cry again. He caught a quick glimpse at the light purple jumper and a word embodied in white on the right sleeve.

He fixed the blanket as it had been before, bringing the bundle closer to his chest. "Vivian, huh? Sorry you had to be here" Gabriel glanced back down at the woman before turning away. There was no way he was leaving the kid there. "Don't worry, I'll look after you." The archangel promised. The screaming toned down to a sniffle. He wondered if somehow, little Vivian understood what he had said. Gabriel didn't dwell much on it. All that mattered was that she had settled down. Now he had to do something with her. Anything. Already wondering how exactly he could make good on his promise.

The archangel took one last look around, cringing at the sight of the body. There was nothing he could do for her. Her soul was probably on a rack downstairs already. With a low sigh he and child disappeared into the night.

When daylight broke mere hours later, he made good on his promise. He'd taken the child to an adoption agency in the city. They were incredibly discreet; though he wasn't sure they believed him when he said the child wasn't his. The social worker swore that they would find a good home for the small girl and when it came time for him to hand the baby over he paused for a moment. Gabriel had only found the child no less than five hours earlier but since he'd picked her up off of the road, he hadn't put her down – not once. Little Vivian had spent most of her time asleep; the screaming likely had tuckered her out. Not that he minded – his ears hadn't quite recovered from the previous assault. When the kind lady asked for him to hand over the baby, he'd hesitated. Part of him worried about waking the child again, it was too early for the blood curdling cries. Another part didn't exactly trust the woman when she'd assured him that they would find the baby a loving home. An angel would have done that themselves, had one actually shown up. While he'd seen the good in humanity, he'd also seen the bad. Children put up for adoption had half a shot at a good life if he left her there. Half wasn't good enough.

The baby was cute, in a obnoxious human sort of way. For a split second he considered walking right back out and taking the baby back to his newest home. An archangel, covering as a Trickster, raising a human child? There was no way in heaven (or hell) that he could do it. So reluctantly, he passed the sleeping baby on. Vivian didn't stir when she was placed in the social workers arms, amazingly she stayed asleep. The woman said goodbye in a sickeningly sweet tone, one which he interpreted as his cue to leave. For the first time in a long time, he felt a stirring. Sadness and distrust – though the faintest amounts. By the time he jogged down three flights of stairs and made it to the large glass doors he resolved to keep an eye on Vivian. Cliché as it was, he'd be something of a guardian angel. At least until he knew that she was in a good home.

During the next few months he observed from what he considered to be a safe distance. To his credit, Gabriel only interfered once. He'd more or less…picked Vivian's home for her. Three couples sprang up immediately and he only believed that one was suitable. Once couple clearly had more money than brains, how the social workers had deemed them suitable candidates was beyond him. The second couple was worse. The husband had made a deal with a crossroads demon. He couldn't get the details and honestly, he didn't care. The kid wasn't going to that house either. It was the third couple who he had approved of. So much so that he'd taken the liberty to sneak into the office and finalize the paper work himself. A stamp here and a signature there. No big deal. They were a nice small town couple. Early thirties, married for almost a decade. They had attempted to conceive children on their own but for whatever reason, it didn't work. They were sane with a steady income. He was hovering in the office the day they came to pick up Vivian, in the guise of a delivery boy. Everyone seemed genuinely happy, including Vivian herself. She was happy baby. Everyone who saw her said it. They couple agreed to keep her first name as it was. They both liked Vivian, said that it sounded elegant.

Gabriel managed to get one fleeting glimpse of the blue eyed child as they walked by. He felt proud, happy even. She was going to a good home. She'd have a family and hopefully no demonic interference. A normal, happy life. He told himself that everything would be fine, and for a little while it was.