AN: Hey guys! This is Rose speaking. Alright, so this was basically me forcing myself to write something. ANYTHING. Thanks to my friend, it turned into this. Gadreel and Benny are my two favourite minor characters. I absolutely refused to believe the season finale. Gadreel can not be dead. I cried so hard. So...if you're like me, and you love either or both of them, please enjoy this fic. What if Gadreel and Benny were to meet? Hm... *WARNING* My works are not beta'd, so if you catch any mistakes, they would be totally mine.

When Benny first felt that strange tug in his stomach,m he knew something was off. He swore as a heavy axe blade swung past, just barely missing his head. He ducked to the side, and jerked up his blade. The other vampire got enough time to hiss out,"Traitor!" before Benny separated his head from his shoulders. Benny wiped the blood clean, then leaned against a tree as the strange feeling came again, sharper this time. He looked down, wondering if it was some wound that he didn't know he had, but he could see nothing. What the hell? The tugging grew stronger and more insistent, and a blindingly white light began to surround him, filling his vision. The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back on grass. The blinding white light turned into sunlight, making him sit up and rub his eyes. Topside, again. What was going on?

Gadreel fully intended to die. He wanted to die to save Castiel, to save Heaven, so that he could be redeemed. But he even failed that one simple task of dying properly. His Grace poured out of him, blasting the cell doors open. Then a terrible pain filled Gadreel, one that was shockingly familiar. He was falling again. He could feel what remained of his wings burning away into nothingness. He opened his mouth to scream, but found that he could not. Finally the pain faded, and he found himself climbing out of a smoking crater in the ground. All around him, flashes from- cameras, his vessel's memories provided- were going off and many pairs of eyes were staring at him, concerned and curious. "Sir, are you alright?" a woman asked. "Please, you can't leave, sir," a burly man in a uniform said. "Standard protocol says that we have to bring you in for questioning. No, wait-" Arms reached out to hold him back, but Gadreel pushed past them, suddenly glad for his choice in vessels. Cameras crowded in around his, and the men and women asked him questions at such a fast pace that it made him disorientated. It was then that he realized not all the voices were from the humans. He could still hear his brothers and sisters inside his mind, on what Castiel would have called "angel radio". That meant he still retained some of his Grace. That thought gave him some comfort, but not much. He started walking away from where he Fell, stumbling a little, across the grassy field. He ignored the humans vying for his attention as best he could. He did not know where he was going, but that didn't matter. All he knew was that he had to start walking.

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