In this fanfic you will get to meet a girl who is my OC character, she will play kind of like a guide or a cupid like figure to mostly Gabriel (Maybe Castiel if I feel like it).

This is my first Fanfic so let me know what you think...I hope Im not to bad. If it takes me time to update...its not you, I work better when I am walking (little hard to take a computer with you when going for a walk tho).

Please feel free to leave comments and criticism (if thats how you work)

I do not owe ANY of the Supernatural characters, they belong to Eric Kripke.

This is being edited by Nathy and Batsark

PS: I would love to see fan art, and yes I will post the links here

Fist Fanart can be found at: art/Love-in-the-Oddest-Places-oil-painting-filter- 398934632

Sam

Sam sat bolt upright in his bed in a cold sweat, panting heavily - he looked around the dark, dinky motel room - the only light that came in was the light from the motel sign outside the room that shone through the window, as well as the light from the alarm clock on the nightstand next to his bed. He could hear rather than really see that Dean was still sleeping – more like snoring lightly - in the bed to his left.

Sam rubbed his eyes, still adjusting to the low lighting in the room. He looked more closely at the alarm clock and noticed that it read 1:30am. He let out a deep, painful sigh, knowing – actually assuming - that he had only been asleep for less than half an hour, tiredness sinking into every fiber of his body and soul.

What could he possibly do? He had just gotten out of hell less than a year ago, or something close to that, and he had been alright – if you did not count the fact he didn't ever sleep – other than the fact he had also been missing something. Well, not just something – Sam had been missing his very soul.

When Dean came back to hunting and found that little piece of information out, Dean asked Death if he could get Sam's soul out of hell. Death would help, but only if Dean played Death for 24 hours. Dean agreed to the terms, except he lasted less than 24 hours - Dean had the feeling that Death knew he wouldn't last that long. Death, being quite merciful, still got Sam's soul out of Lucifer's cage.

Death had told Sam to not scratch at the walls in his mind that he had put there to block the memories he had of his time in hell, and Sam thought he was doing a pretty good job at it at first. Then this case in the town that Sam and his grandfather - Samuel - had done early in the year when Sam still did not have his soul - nor had he really cared for it. It was during the time that Dean was still playing a "normal man, with a normal life", not knowing that Sam was out of hell or even alive for that matter.

When they went to this case that in truth Sam and Samuel had never finished, Dean and Sam had to close it and clean up the mess. Dean was unaware that it could break part of the wall in Sam's head, and bring back bad memories for the younger Winchester.

Sam plopped his head down on the pillows, again trying to get back to sleep, but if there was indeed a sandman out there he could bring all the sand in the world and it still wouldn't put this Winchester to sleep.

Sam sat up with a sigh, pulling the blankets off of himself. He slid his legs off of the bed and with a low but deep grunt he pushed himself up from it. Sam walked over to the bathroom as quietly as he could to not wake Dean - it was not Dean's fault that sleep just was not welcoming Sam anytime soon.

Closing the door behind him he flicked on the light in the small lime green with yellow poke-a-dots flaking wall paper. Sam walked over to the sink and turned on the tap planning on splashing some cold water on his face.

Sam let out a small sad sigh when he caught sight of how he looked in the mirror that hung on the wall just above the sink – a small little laugh escaped his lips as he saw that his normally hazel puppy dog eyes were blood shot from lack of sleep, and that his hair stuck out at odd angles.

Looking at the eyes in the mirror that looked back at him, Sam could not help but feel a lonely soul looking back at him. It had been sometime since there was even a slight happiness in those eyes – after Jessica there was almost a blank slate there - or a coldness – that changed after the Winchester brothers had first meat a little certain sneaky trickster. Sam tried not to think about it. He always thought it was his fault that Gabriel had died at the hands of his dick of a brother in the first place.

Sam sighed again, closing his eyes while thinking 'great I really can't stop thinking about him after all...if – if only I was stronger...Then – then". Sam had to stop himself before he could go any further with that train of thought.

Leaning his head into the dirty mirror Sam tried to keep himself together – mostly not to cry for the hundredth time or so. He had lost count at this point of how many times he broke down thinking about the archangel.

Sam never told Dean how he really felt, knowing that his older brother would likely make fun of him, and at the same time try to point out that it was not Sam's fault. In truth it was really Kali's. If she had not tried to use the Winchesters as bait then Gabriel might still be alive.

Sam let out another sigh and mumbled to himself "stupid woman...stupid...me". He closed his eyes, resting one of his large hands on the wall next to the mirror. "I'm sorry-Gabriel."

Gabriel

Gabriel let out a low moan lifting his arm over his eyes as he tried to block the light that was trying to wake him, but he still felt tired – even though he did not really needed to sleep being an archangel and all – he just really enjoyed it. He rolled over thinking that it might keep the light out of his eyes; even though he almost had his head buried in what he thought was a pillow, there was still light hitting him in the face. "Darn light", he thought to himself.

Gabriel let out another moan, almost louder this time. Where ever this light was coming from it was starting to bug him – and not many things could really do that.

That's when he started to hear a light song somewhere close by. He did not want to open his eyes just yet to see where this song was coming from, or even who might be singing it. All Gabriel wanted was to sleep, it was one of many things that he really enjoyed doing – that and sex, pulling pranks on those that highly deserved it, and eating a whole lot of sweet things.

He let out another small sigh and tried yet again to roll away from the light that seemed to be everywhere trying hard to awaken the now getting grumpy archangel. Gabriel was glad that the light still could not get under his tightly closed eyelids.

Gabriel tried to just lay his head in the pillow light object hoping so much that the darn thing could keep the light out of his sight. He let out a little happy sigh when finally he could no longer see any more of that annoying light that seemed to be desperately trying to piss him off.

He heard the person who had been singing stop half way through whatever song they had been singing and walked over to where Gabriel was.

"I know you're awake, and there really is no point in you getting anymore sleep than you have. I mean you've been sleeping more than a year, and you're finally fully healed and all". Gabriel did not know who the voice belonged to, nor did he really care, but he could tell that it was a female's voice that had both kindness and a little bit of annoyance to it.

Gabriel did not move nor make a noise hoping that this women would just go away, but from what he heard she just sighed, sat down close by and cracked her knuckles annoyingly. In her own annoyance or just to bug Gabriel he could not really tell. He could feel that her eyes were on him as he laid there.

That's when her words started to sink in "Healed? Wait, what is she talking about?" Gabriel remembered what had happened with Lucifer, Kali, the pagan gods, and those Winchesters.

Kali and the other pagan gods were having a little get together trying to figure out a way to deal with Lucifer and had the Winchester brothers as hostages, along with the staff of the motel.

Well what the pagan's were not really ready for was the fact Lucifer showed up before they had a good plan that would work for them. Most – well all of them other then Kali – had died at his brother's hands. Gabriel did not really care – in fact he was giddy about it.

Then he remembered that Lucifer had stabbed him right through the heart with an angel blade after the Winchesters had gotten Kali out to safety. So, how was he even alive? Gabriel knew that when an angel dies they cease to exist - grace gone, their vessel gone, all equals angel gone – end of story.

So then how was he alive? He gave up going back to sleep - there was no point now that his mind was asking him thousands of questions. He got the feeling that this mysterious girl might know most of the answers.

Gabriel pushed himself up and turned to face this girl. She looked at him with a blank look, but there was a hit of boredom there, just a hint.

Gabriel knew that he had never seen her before, and as he looked around him he could tell that he was back home. The home that he had left years ago, though nothing had changed.

This girl just sat there with her legs crossed, looking at him as he took in his surroundings without saying anything. Gabriel looked back at her and noticed that she looked like someone he knew – but who? Her aura, he'd never seen before – so how could he know who she was? As if on cue she said "No we have never met before this".

Gabriel just stared at her trying to figure out not only who she was, but how she knew what he had thought. She kept talking. "To sum it up for you, let's just say I was asked to go and grab your soul – grace – before your loving brother killed you".

Gabriel looked down and noticed no hole in the shirt, and sadly he still had his small vessel. "Well darn", he thought that if he returned to heaven that he'd lose the short vessel.

She had laughed slightly at this point. Gabriel looked back up to notice that she had one hand in a fist to her mouth trying to stop herself from laughing.

He could not help smiling at this, he noticed that she looked like she was sixteen, as well as dressed like one with a cut sleeves night sky blue shirt, jeans and knee high black boots – but that could just be that the vessel was sixteen and had dressed like that.

While thinking he noticed she looked a little sad, but did not say anything. There was a part of him that wanted to scream, to ask why?

Wait, why did he care about her feelings? He needed to know why he was alive and how she had done it – that's when she answered.

"I would love to tell you why, how, and all that but I'm - I was told to hold off on all that. Let me tell you it's getting a little annoying, but", she rolled her eyes "when I can, I will, you can trust me on that." Gabriel could feel himself nod slightly at that.

"What I can tell you is that it's been over a year since... Well, since you "died". She had made hand movements – more like quotes - when she said died.

Gabriel nodded slowly, taking in what she was telling him. He knew that he really wanted to know who was telling her not to tell him the good stuff, but he still waited for her to finish. He seemed unable at this point to take his eyes off her hazel ones.

"Your brothers - well everyone that is – they all think that you're dead right now. Which is good since I could not really deal with any of your brothers or sisters". She gave him what looked like an almost stern look - almost. "I've been stuck here making sure that you were healing right. I've lost count of how long it's been since I started".

As she went on and on with her story, he acknowledged that she wasn't just sad, but also lonely. For some reason that broke his heart. She leaned her head to the side slightly, her long brown bangs leaning with her as well as her high tide pony tail. Her hair seemed to go to her lower back, and at the end it curled slightly.

"Just so you know, the apocalypse never really happened... To sum up that story, Sam said yes and Dean did not, but they used the Winchester's younger half brother Adam. But rather then Lucifer and Michael getting their big "so" (She made air quotes again, then went on.) needed fight, well the Winchesters used the info that you gave them about the cage, got the rings and well Sam was going to step into the cage but Michael grabbed him but the shirt and went in. Door closed – end of the apocalypse". She said acting happy, but he could tell that she was just acting – slightly – he could tell that there was more to this then just that, but he needed to take in what she had just told him.

"Wait..." Gabriel said slowly as EVERYTHING she had just said sank in. "You mean to tell me that both Lucifer and Michael are now in the cage?" She nodded her head, looking at him with that blank look. He looked down at his hands that he had folded in his lap sometime when she had first started talking. He kept thinking about both Luci and Mickey, and that's when a voice in the back of his head yelled "SAM, what about Sam?"

He looked back up at her and noticed that there was a small smile on her face – could this girl hear what he was thinking?

"Just to answer that I can...don't really always want to – but hey it helped me to know that you were up". Gabriel sweared under his breath at that, only to have her laugh slightly.

"To answer that little voice in your head, Sam is out of the cage..." she let out a small sad sigh closing her eyes she went on "Castiel got him out – which is good in that way". Gabriel felt glad that Castiel had done that, but noticed that there was still more to be said.

"The thing is...he forgot Sam's soul in the cage. It was there for roughly a year before Dean made a deal with Death to get it out. Death did it – but also warned Sam to leave the wall in his head that blocked the memories. Sam was doing alright at it – but now that" she opened her eyes looking to the side "well to sum it up he scratched the wall, now he is seeing things – things being Lucifer".

Gabriel could feel his heart sink at this, his brother still had a hold on the younger Winchester. His hate for his brother for killing him could not beat his hate for what his brother had done to the poor boy.

"And why am I even really telling you any of this is? Because it's connected to why you were saved". Gabriel looked at her; he could feel his mouth open slightly.

"Ill pop in to help when I can, but I can't when Sam or Dean or even Bobby are around", she went on saying as Gabriel tilt his head slightly. "You are to go and help them – the Winchesters – make sure that Crowley never opens purgatory".

Gabriel knew what that meant and knew why it would be bad if that happened – but all he could say to that "So I'm a tool for the Winchesters again?"

She laughed, but most likely knew what he was really thinking. She just nodded and said "If that's what you want to call yourself, I don't plan to stop you". She took a deep breath, gathering herself "So, for now that's all I can really tell you. Anything else you want to know – or are you ready to be a tool?" She asked, smiling fully now. Gabriel knew right then and there that he could quite enjoy having this girl around.

"Since you can't really tell me how, or fully why you saved me, how about...", he stopped and thought before he contained "Maybe what's your name, unless you want to be called double D's?" He said, gesturing his thumb towards her chest.

She blinked a couple of times then let out a load of laughter. He felt like he had heard it somewhere else, but decided not to sit on that one.

"Yeah, I think I can do that." She said, wiping away a tear from her face. Gabriel could feel that he liked it when she laughed, and that he was also smiling to match hers.

"But don't freak out after I tell you".

"It can't be that bad...unless it's Sundrop-who-dances-in-the-wind", Gabriel said getting an eyebrow lift from this girl.

"No and I so don't want to know where you got that name from", Gabriel laughed at that. "My name is Serena, Serena Winchester".