Deanna Winchester had been hunting on her own ever since her brother went missing a year before. She missed him, but after months of searching for him, she accepted that he either wasn't coming back or didn't want to be found.
The Impala purred as it raced down the road, the evening sky silhouetting the vehicle amongst the trees. Deanna glanced at the clock; it read 8:15. She considered pulling over to a motel; it had been a long day, after all.
It had taken her three days to track the damn vampire nest, and it had taken two hours just to kill them all. She reminded herself that she needed to stop pushing herself so hard; she was working alone now and she couldn't be reckless anymore. Not if she wanted to live anyway.
She wasn't always alone. She talked to Bobby often, and Cas would help out when he could, but he was busy, being an angel and all.
Deanna sighed. The thought of her angel made her heart throb. Was he her angel? She had no idea. Yes, she had feelings for him, but did he reciprocate them? Gabriel seemed to think so, but Deanna wasn't sure. As much as she wanted to believe what the archangel said, she knew she couldn't trust him. He was the trickster, after all.
Deanna glanced at a sign on the side of the road, informing her what she could find if she turned off on the nearest exit. She had the choice of three motels and multiple burger joints. Oh,what the hell. She thought to herself, turning on her turn signal as the exit came into view. She deserved a rest, after all.
Deanna bit into her burger, making a delighted noise as she chewed. Damn, this burger is good. She hadn't had this good of a burger since-
Deanna frowned. She hadn't had a good burger since her hunts with Sam.
She swallowed her bite and placed her burger back on the table. She had a lose of appetite, which really sucked. It really was a good burger.
With a sigh, she got up from the small table and walked over to the TV, switching it on before grabbing a remote and settling on one of the beds, channel surfing.
Infomercial. News. '80s sitcom. An old western. With a groan, she turned off the TV, throwing the remote to the side. Nothing on interested her.
With nothing else to do, Deanna pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly as she rolled onto her side. Do NOT cry. She told herself. You've put up with worse than a missing brother. Come on, Dean, you are stronger than this.
Her words did nothing to soothe how she felt, and soon she could feel her eyes stinging, tears filling them at a rapid rate. She opened her mouth to take in a deep breath, only to have a sob released. She raised a hand to her mouth, covering it and forcing the sobs to be silenced.
She glanced at herself in the closet mirror that sat across from the bed and cringed. She looked so weak, tears streaming down her face. She felt childish. What would her father think? He'd scowl at her, spit out a "Man up!" gruffly, remind her that she had to be strong for Sammy. But Sam was gone now, as well as her father. She didn't have anyone to be strong for anymore.
She wiped her face slightly, allowing another sob to escape. At least Dad can't see me. She chuckled through her sobs at the thought. He would be so disappointed in her, first going to Hell, then losing her brother. She had failed him.
"And I thought strippers had daddy issues." A cynical voice spoke from behind her, chuckling. Wiping her face, she turned. Gabriel.
Deanna narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?" Her voice shook slightly.
He tilted his head, smiling slightly. "Why, Deanna, are you crying?"
She glared up at him, gritting her teeth. "What do you care? You're the Trickster, you could care less about me."
Gabriel held his hands up defensively. "Whoa, just because I like to play tricks doesn't mean I don't care about your feelings!"
Deanna crinkled her nose. "Since when do you care about me?"
He smiled again. "Since you started spending more time with blurry eyes and a swollen face. If I remember correctly, that's not what you usually do with your free time, now is it?"
Even though her face was already red, she could feel herself blushing. She coughed slightly, embarrassed. "Shut up, asshole."
Deanna stood, making her way to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed water onto her face tiredly. She felt Gabriel come up behind her. She turned around abruptly, finding him too close for comfort.
He smirked. "Make. Me."
Deanna knew hundreds of comebacks, learned and used over her many years of hunting. And yet, as the archangel stood before her, Deanna's mind blanked. She did the one thing that, if maybe her mind wasn't foggy from her sobs, she never would've done.
In a swift motion, she grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him hard. He gasped slightly in shock, but rather than pull away like she expected, he stayed put, kissing her back with just as much force.
In the back of her mind, a little voice spoke. "What the hell are you doing, Deanna?" Shutting him up. She thought back, forcing the little voice to be silenced.
She moaned slightly as he pressed her against the wall, one hand on the small of her back, the other resting closer to her neck. He stared into her eyes for a moment before he met her lips again, his own lips parted ever so slightly. Dean parted her lips as well, allowing the kiss to deepen more so.
She knew she'd regret this, but she needed it. She needed to feel something she hadn't felt in a long time; She just couldn't figure out if what she wanted was love or lust.
At this moment, she didn't care. As she fumbled with his clothes, she closed off all her other thoughts and senses, allowing herself to fall apart just to him.
At first, when Deanna awoke, she couldn't recall the event of that night. She knew something was off though. For starters, she wasn't wearing anything. Secondly, there was a bulge stirring beside her.
Deanna gasped, raising a hand to cover her mouth. "Shit." She whispered. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" As quietly as she could, she pulled herself out of the bed, in search of her clothes.
Why Gabriel? Of all the assholes I could've had a one night stand with, and I chose this douche? What the hell is wrong with me! Deanna fumbled with her jeans, ignoring the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and reached down for her bra, hooking it around her before putting her arms through.
From the bed she heard chuckling. "If I had known that you were holding that back, I would've been all over you years ago, Deanna."
She stood, forcing out a harsh laugh. "What happened meant nothing, you hear me? You were here, I needed comfort, that's all."
Gabriel looked at her, up and down, before smiling slightly. "Are you sure? Last night didn't feel like nothing to me."
Suddenly self conscious of her stare, she wrapped her arms around her chest, looking away slightly.
Gabriel snickered. "A little to late to cover yourself up, don't you think?"
In one swift movement, she stepped forward, punching him in the face. She fell back, holding her fist as pain pulsed through her arm. Goddammit! "Asshole." She muttered.
Gabriel clucked his tongue, tsking. "Oh, Dean...What's your angel going to think?"
Deanna froze, her throat suddenly thick. "Cas..."
Gabriel nodded, with a look of fake sympathy plastered on his face. "You seemed to forget about him real quick."
Deanna opened her mouth, then closed it. She had no idea what to say. Gabriel was right; what was Cas going to think? She swallowed hard. "I-I have to go."
She picked up her shirt from off the ground, pulling it on as she slide her feet into her boots, knowing that if she stayed any longer, she'd collapse.
From behind her, Gabriel started to speak, but Dean held up her hand. "Shut it. I don't want you to ever speak of this, you hear me? Don't mention it to me, and don't you dare mention it to Cas."
Gabriel shut his mouth at her tone, watching her as she reached the door. "This should have never happened." She spit out, wrapping her hand around the doorknob.
With a deep breath, she pulled the door open, stepping out slightly before gasping a sort of choking noise. Her eyes locked with the figure before her, who looked once at her, then at Gabriel, his eyes filling with understanding.
"Cas, it's not-!"
He glanced back at her, a look of disappointment in his eyes mixed with disgust, before he disappeared into the night without a word.
Fuck.