I Am No Angel chapter 1
Hey guys! So, this is my new Supernatural story. I love this show and I think this will be a cool fanfic to write. Also, I'm going to be starting at Season 5 Episode 8, which is Changing Channels. I think that episode is one of the funniest, so that's where I'm starting. Anyways, let's get on with the chapter.
Angelica's POV:
Okay, something's wrong. Why am I walking up to a way to cheerful-looking hotel, that I'm pretty sure wasn't the hotel we had last night. I pulled out the hotel key and opened the door. My jaw dropped when I saw the inside. The ugliest blue and green flowered wallpaper covered the inside. There was a huge sandwich on the table and Dean looking slightly embarrassed, while Sam looked annoyed. A woman wearing only her bra and underwear walked past me out the door.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't just see that," I said.
Sam and Dean turned.
"Where have you been?" Sam asked.
"Um, I don't know. I just appeared walking up here when this thing started," I replied.
I sat on the counter and thought about what'd happened the last few days. Sam and Dean had been investigating some case and then we, well, they thought we killed the Trickster, but I know that they didn't. The only reason that I didn't tell them is because I like to make them figure these things out on their own.
"Son of a bitch!" I heard Dean say before the scene changed.
Scene Change:
Angelica's POV:
I appeared in a white room sitting at a table with some weird doctor in front of me. I was now wearing a gray t shirt and gray pants with those stupid hospital patient white shoes.
"Where am I?" I asked. "What am I wearing?"
The doctor looked up. "Now, we're making progress here. Don't slip back into your mind."
I rolled my eyes and got up from the table.
"Security!" The doctor yelled.
Two security officers walked in.
"Sit down, Angelica," one said.
I made a break for the door, slipping in between them and sprinting down the hallway. Thankfully, Sam and Dean weren't very far away and I soon found them.
"Where have you been?" Sam asked.
"Oh, the Psych Ward," I answered. "Apparently, the Trickster thought it would be hilarious to make me a mental patient. Asshole."
Sam, Dean, and I walked through the hallways, talking about what was going on and Dean explained each doctor that passed us. I wasn't listening. I couldn't care less about the doctors or Dean having a fangirl moment. I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on and the best way to find the Trickster and punch him in the face for putting me in the Psych Ward.
"One theory, any theory," Dean said.
"Uh, the Trickster trapped us in TV land," Sam suggested.
"That's your theory? That's stupid."
"You're stupid," I commented.
Dean glared at me. "Don't make me call security on you."
"You wouldn't."
"I'm the doctor."
"You're the jackass."
"Okay, not the time," Sam stepped in. "And Dean, you're the one who said we're on "Doctor Sexy, M.D."
"Yeah, but TV land isn't TV land. I mean, there are lights and cameras, and crew members. This looks real," Dean argued.
"It can't be. Dean, how can this possibly be real?"
We stopped walking. "I don't know, alright?' Dean admitted.
Then Dean started talking about the show doctors again.
"So, this show has ghosts? Why?" I asked.
"I don't know. It is compelling," Dean replied.
"I thought you said you weren't a fan." I smirked.
"I'm not. I'm not," Dean insisted.
Dean looked back down the hallway we came and Sam and I followed his gaze. Some other doctor was walking down the hall.
"Oh, boy," Dean muttered.
"What?" Sam asked.
"It's him."
"Who?" I said.
"It's him. It's Dr. Sexy," Dean clarified. The doctor got closer.
*Cough* "Fangirl moment." *Cough* I smiled.
Dean ignored me and looked all nervous. Sam and I looked at each other. I wish I had my video camera to record Dean acting like this.
"Doctor," Dr. Sexy greeted Dean.
"Doctor," Dean replied.
"Doctor," Dr. Sexy repeated to Sam.
"Doctor," Sam answered.
I rolled my eyes.
"You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do that experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beale?" Dr. Sexy asked Dean.
"One reason?" Dean repeated.
"Hmm."
"Sure."
Dean cleared his throat and looked down at the doctor's shoes. Dean frowned and then slammed Dr. Sexy against the wall.
"You're not Dr. Sexy," Dean growled.
"You're crazy," Dr. Sexy said.
"Really? Because I swore that part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes."
"Yeah, you're not a fan," I said.
"It's a guilty pleasure," Dean snapped.
"Call security," Dr. Sexy told some doctor that was nearby.
"Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know what you are," Dean said.
Suddenly, all the surrounding doctors froze and Dr. Sexy morphed into the Trickster.
"You guys are getting better," Trickster said.
"Get us the hell out of here," Dean snapped.
"Or what?" Trickster asked. "Don't see your wooden stakes, Big Guy."
Trickster pushed Dean away from him.
"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick," Sam stated.
"Hello-o-o? Trickster? Come on! I heard you two yahoos were in town,-"
"Um, hello? There are three of us," I cut in.
Trickster turned to me. "Yeah, but you're not a Winchester. Who are you anyway?"
"I don't know. Get us out of here and I'll tell you."
"Nice try." Trickster turned back to Sam and Dean and finished his first sentence. "-How could I resist?"
"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked.
"You like it? It's all homemade," Trickster replied. "My own sets, my own actors. Call it my own little idiot box."
"How do we get out?"
"That, my friend, is the $64 question."
"Whatever. We just- We need to talk to you. We need your help," Sam told him.
"Hmm," Trickster said. "Let me guess. You two muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess?"
"Nailed it," I muttered.
Sam elbowed me. "Please. Just five minutes. Hear us out."
"Sure," Trickster agreed. "Tell you what. Survive the next 24 hours, we'll talk."
"Survive what?" Dean asked.
I face palmed.
"The game," Trickster replied.
"What game?"
"Oh my god," I muttered.
"You're in it," Trickster said. "Your little friend here gets it."
Dean and Sam looked at me questioningly.
I shrugged "Of course. Obviously, we just have to survive his little TV game world for 24 hours and then you morons can talk with him. It's really not that hard."
Dean and Sam turned back to the Trickster. "How do we play it?" Dean asked.
"You're playing it," Trickster answered.
"What are the rules?"
Trickster smirked and poofed away. The world unfroze.
"Oh, son of a bitch," Dean said.
"Well said," I commented.
Some doctor girl walked past looking for Dr. Sexy. We started walking around the hallways again. Some woman tried to slap Sam, but he took a step back.
"Lady… what the hell?" Sam asked.
"You are a brilliant, brilliant-" The woman started.
Sam cut her off. "Yeah, a coward. You already said that. But I got news for you. I'm not a doctor."
"Don't say that. You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met… and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die."
"I have no idea what you're saying to me."
"You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again, and you're afraid to love."
With that, the woman walked away.
"That was so stupid," I commented.
"Yeah, we're getting out of here," Sam agreed.
Some random guy walked up. "Hey, doctor?"
"Yes?" Dean replied.
"My wife needs that face transplant."
"Okay, you know what, pal? None of this is real, okay? And your wife doesn't need jack squat. Okay?"
Sam and Dean started walking again, but I stayed back.
"Uh, oh," I muttered.
I could see a funny look on the man's face as he turned to look at them. "Hey, doctor."
Then he pulled out a gun and shot Dean in the back. Like, point-blank in the back.
"I knew it." I ran forward next to them as Dean started to fall.
"Real! It's real!" Dean fell to his knees.
"No, no, no," Sam said. "No, no, no, no, no! Hey! We need a doctor!"
"Um, they think you're a doctor, Sam," I pointed out.
Somehow, we ended up with Dean and an operating table and Sam operating with a bunch of nurses around. I stood in that one room where they wash their hands that has a window to the operating room. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but obviously Sam looked uncomfortable. At some point, Sam figured it out. I started hearing clapping and cheering, then everything went black for a moment.
Scene Change:
Suddenly, we were on the stage of some Japanese game-show with a way-to energetic host. I stood off to the side, wearing a short red dress that I would never wear for anything. I looked around. Two other girls were wearing red dresses that were worse than mine and I suddenly felt grateful for this dress. Sam and Dean stood on little platforms with buzzers and each had a thing that looked like it could swing up and hit them in the…. Well, you know.
"Let's play "Nut-Cracker!" the Host shouted.
"Oh, that's a great title," I muttered sarcastically.
"Sam Winchester…" the Host said. He pulled out a question card. In Japanese he said "What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother?"
Yes, I speak Japanese. I can understand almost any language. Maybe it's an angel thing, I don't know. I simply watched as Sam and Dean looked confused. They obviously, didn't speak Japanese.
"What? Uh…" Sam asked. "What am I supposed to say?"
"You think I know?" Dean replied.
"Uh, I-I don't – I don't understand, uh, Japanese," Sam told the Host.
The Host simply repeated the question again, but still in Japanese. I decided not to help. I just wanted to see what could happen, though I could guess.
"Is he screwing with me?" Sam asked.
"Well, the Trickster is," I muttered.
"I-I-I-I-I can't speak Japanese," Sam insisted.
The time ended and the Host groaned.
In Japanese the host said, "The answer is… Ruby."
He said "Ruby" in English. I knew that was the answer. God, I hated that woman.
"I'm sorry, Sam Winchester," the Host told him.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Sam said.
The audience laughed.
"Dean?" Sam said uncertainly.
The thing at the bottom of the platform swung up and hit Sam in the… well, yeah, you know.
"Nut-cracker!" The Host shouted.
Sam yelled in pain and I tried my best not to laugh.
"Sam?" Dean asked.
"Yeah?" Sam replied, his voice sounded strained.
The Host had to go over and do one of those stupid in-show commercial things and I took the opportunity to walk closer to Sam and Dean so that I could talk to them.
"Are you okay, Sam?" I asked.
Sam just looked at me like, Really?
Dean looked down at his "Nut-Cracker" machine and looked alarmed. Someone started banging on the big blue doors from the other side.
"Oh, now what?" I muttered.
The doors opened and Castiel walked out.
"Cass?" Dean said.
The Host pointed at Castiel and yelled something.
"Is this another trick?" Sam asked.
"It's me," Castiel confirmed. "Uh, what are you doing here?"
"Us? What are you doing here?" Dean asked.
"Looking for you. You've been missing for days."
"Well, get us out of here, then," I said.
Castiel walked forward and raised his hands to teleport us away. "Let's go."
But then Cass disappeared.
"I guess the Trickster doesn't want us leaving yet," I commented.
"No, no, no, no," The Host said. "Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels."
"Pretty-boy?" I muttered.
The Host said something else in Japanese and then pulled out another question card and said "Dean Winchester…" In Japanese he said "Would your Mother and Father still be alive… if your brother was never born?"
"Uh, oh," I muttered.
It's probably a good thing that they don't know what the question was. The countdown started again.
"What do I do? What do I do? I don't want to get hit in the nuts," Dean said a little frantically.
"I-I know. Uh, uh… J-Just, um… wait," Sam paused.
"What?!"
"I played a doctor. In – In "Dr. Sexy" I played a doctor. I operated."
"So?"
"So, I played the role the Trickster wanted me to play. Maybe we just have to go along with it."
"Go along with what?"
I face palmed. "Idiot."
"With the game," Sam told Dean. "I mean, we're on a game show, right? So, just answer the question."
"In Japanese?" Dean asked.
"Yeah."
"I don't know Japanese!"
"Well, try!" I yelled.
"Damn it!"
Just as the countdown was going to stop, Dean hit the buzzer. Surprisingly, in Japanese, Dean said, "The answer is… yes?"
I face palmed. If only he knew what he'd just said yes about.
"Dean Winchester – "Nut Cracker" champion!" The Host shouted.
"How did you do that?" Sam asked.
"I have no idea," Dean answered.
"So that's it," I said. "We play our roles, we survive."
"Yeah. Play our roles for how long?" Dean asked.
"Good question," Sam said.
I threw my hands up in frustration. "24 hours, muttonheads, that's what the Trickster said!" Before I could yell more, everything went black for a minute again.
Scene Change:
Now we're outside. Sam and Dean were playing basketball and Sam kept having to stop and say something about Genital Herpes… I don't even know. I was sitting in a bench a few feet away, now wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt with flip flops.
"Wow, the Trickster likes costume changes. Respect," I commented.
Scene Change:
Now we were back in that stupid motel room that we started in. Finally, I was back in my normal clothes. (Black jeans, red t-shirt with my army green jacket over it, which was cinched a bit at the waist, plus black combat boots.)
"Son of a bitch!" Dean repeated, like when we were here before.
"We're back here," I stated.
"How long do we have to keep doing this?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," Sam replied. "Maybe forever?" I face palmed.
"We might die in here," Sam commented.
The audience laughed.
I looked up. "How is that funny?"
"Vultures," Dean muttered.
Castiel walked in. His nose was bleeding now.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"I don't have much time," Castiel said.
"What happened?" Sam said.
"I got out," Castiel replied.
"From where?" I asked.
"Listen to me. Something is not right."
"Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious."
"This thing is much more powerful than it should be."
"What thing — The Trickster?" Dean asked.
"If it is a Trickster," Castiel agreed.
"I told you," I commented.
"Shut up," Dean snapped.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
Castiel was pulled back against the wall, forcefully. And the Trickster ran in. "Hello!"
The audience cheered and clapped.
"Thank you!" The Trickster gave them a wave.
When Castiel got back up, there was duct tape on his mouth.
"Hi, Castiel," the Trickster greeted.
Trickster waved his hand and Castiel disappeared.
"You know him?" I asked.
"Where did you just send him?" Dean added.
"Relax. He'll live. Maybe." Trickster said.
"I'm done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it," Dean told him.
"Yeah? Get what, Hotshot?"
"Playing our roles, right? That's your game?"
"That's half the game."
"What's the other half?" Sam asked.
"Play your roles out there," Trickster answered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean said.
"You know – Sam, starring as Lucifer. Dean, starring as Michael. Your celebrity Deathmatch. Play your roles," Trickster said.
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked.
"Hells, yeah. Let's light this candle!" Trickster replied.
"We do that, the world will end."
"Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box, hmm? Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So, let's get it over with."
"Heaven or hell – which side you on?" Dean asked.
"I'm not on either side," Trickster replied.
"Yeah, right. You're ankle-grabbing for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?"
"You listen to me, you arrogant dick."
I couldn't help laughing. Sam and Dean glared at me.
"I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s, believe me," Trickster said.
"Hmm. Oh, you're somebody's bitch," Dean argued.
Trickster grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the door.
"That was fair," I muttered.
"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am," Trickster growled.
Trickster let go of Dean, but only with one hand. The other hand was still holding the front of Dean's shirt, pushing him against the door. I was starting to get an idea of who he might be, but I can't be sure. Trickster's dark hazel eyes were a lot like mine, almost the exact same. That's weird.
"Now, listen very closely," Trickster said. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."
"And if we don't?" Sam asked.
"Then you'll stay here in TV land… forever. 300 channels and, uh, nothing's on."
Trickster snapped his fingers and Sam and Dean disappeared.
I stayed where I was and Trickster turned to me. "Who are you?"
I stared at him. There's no harm in telling him I guess. I've got nothing to hide. "Angelica Evans."
Trickster's brows furrowed. "It couldn't be…"
"What?"
"How old are you, Angelica?"
"15. Where are Sam and Dean? What do you want from me? I don't have some great destiny. I'm just some orphan with a knack for magic whose parents left in the care of a witch she's not even related to." That's not even sort-of the whole story, but I'm not telling him that."
Trickster paled visibly. "You don't have parents?"
I shook my head. "I don't even know who they are."
"It's not possible." He got a better look at me now. "Your eyes."
"What about them?"
"They're just…" Trickster trailed off.
"Like yours," I finished. "I've told you who I am. Now it's your turn. I know you're not a Trickster at all. I already think I know who you are."
Trickster looked alarmed. "How?"
"I know things. I think you seem familiar. Where do I know you from?"
"I could be wrong, but… The eyes, the magic, the name… Evans isn't a name you hear that much anymore."
I shrugged. "It was a family name. Not mine. My adoptive mother…. Never mind." Trickster stared at me.
"What?"
"Uh, never mind. We have to go," Trickster said quickly.
"Wait, where?" I asked.
Trickster snapped his fingers and the next thing I knew, I was standing in a park at night next to Sam and Dean. I was still wearing my normal clothes, thank the gods.
"Where did you come from?" Dean said.
"Uh, nowhere," I lied. "What's going on?"
"We think that guy might be him." Sam pointed to a man holding a lollipop. "Follow my lead."
He started walking over there. Dean and I looked at each other, but followed. Sam and Dean put on sunglasses as they walked.
"Seriously?" I said. "You look like douchebags."
We walked over next to the body where the man with the lollipop was.
"You, uh, you okay?" the man asked.
"Yeah," Dean replied in a weird gravelly voice.
"Why are you talking like that?" I asked.
"Shut up," Dean snapped. "What do we got?"
"Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck, he has what appeared to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat," the man informed him.
Sam took off his sunglasses dramatically. "Well, I say… Jackpot." He said it in that same weird voice.
"Seriously? I don't this is the—" I started.
"Shut up," Dean cut me off.
"Hmm," the man said. "Also… there was a stab wound to the lower abdomen there."
Sam walked around to the side of the body that the man was on.
"Well, I say… no guts, no glory." Dean put his sunglasses back on.
I face palmed. "Morons."
"Get that guy a… Tums," Sam said.
"Why do you only say something stupid when you're putting your sunglasses on?" I asked.
"Gutter ball." Dean grinned.
"That's a good one, guys," the man chuckled.
Then Dean stabbed him with a sharp stick. The cop behind us laughed and when we turned, he morphed into the Trickster. "You got the wrong guy, idiot."
"I tried to tell you," I muttered.
"Did we?" Dean said.
Sam snuck up behind Trickster and stabbed him with another sharp branch. As the Trickster collapsed, we were taken back to the warehouse that we started in.
"Well, that was weird," I stated.
We went back to the motel and Dean went to brush his teeth.
"I'm worried, man -" Dean said. "What the S.O.B. did to Cass. You know, where is he? Sam?"
I looked around from my place in a chair. Sam was gone.
"Oh, now what?" I grumbled.
"Where are you?" Dean asked.
"Obviously, he's gone," I snapped. "I don't think the Trickster is done with you yet."
"But we killed him."
"Maybe."
"Just come on."
I closed my laptop and put it in my backpack as I followed Dean out the door. Dean tried calling Sam as we walked to the car.
"Sam, it's me. Where the hell did you go?" Dean said into the phone.
"I get shotgun for once." I grinned.
Then we heard Sam's voice. "Dean?"
"What the…?" I trailed off.
Dean looked in the backseat, but there was nothing there.
"Sam?" I asked uncertainly. "Where are you?"
"I don't know," Sam's voice replied.
Then we realized where the voice was coming from. It was coming from the car radio.
"Oh, crap," Sam's voice said. "I don't think we killed the Trickster."
"I told you!" I snapped.
We ending up driving somewhere near a forest. In the car, Dean was talking to Sam the Car.
"Okay, stake didn't work," Dean said. "So, what? This another trick?"
"I don't know," Sam admitted.
"Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a Trickster," I suggested.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"Well, you heard Castiel. This thing is way more powerful than it should be. And did you notice the way he looked at Castiel? Like he knew him?"
"And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer," Sam added.
Then I knew I was right. Everything came to gather and Dean figured it out too.
"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I think I know what we're dealing with… or who," I said.
We parked in some wilderness area and Dean started digging through the trunk for weapons. I sat on a nearby picnic table.
"I told you so," I commented for the sixth time.
"Be quiet," Dean snapped. "You can be annoying when we finish this."
"Don't tell me to be quiet! If you two muttonheads had just listened to me, we could've finished this days ago!"
"You keep calling us 'muttonheads'."
"What's your point?"
"That's what he called us in "Dr. Sexy"."
"Oh my god, we share a phrase. Somebody alert the media."
"Shut up."
"Dean?" Sam the Car said.
"Yeah?" Dean replied.
"That, um, feels really uncomfortable."
Dean rolled his eyes and slammed the trunk shut.
"Ow," Sam said. "You sure this is gonna work?"
"No, but I have no other ideas." Dean looked around and yelled "All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll go it!"
"Should I honk?" Sam asked.
Trickster appeared. "Wow. Sam, get a load of the rims on you."
"Eat me," Sam snapped.
"Okay, boys, ready to go quietly?" Trickster asked.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast," Dean said. "Nobody's going anywhere until Sam had opposable thumbs."
I got up and walked over next to Dean and Sam the Car.
"What's the difference?" Trickster argued. "Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another."
"Can I punch him?" I asked.
"Not now," Dean answered.
"Rude," Trickster commented. He rolled his eyes, but snapped his fingers and Sam got out of the car, human again. "Happy?"
"Tell me one thing: Why didn't the stake kill you?" Dean asked.
"I am the Trickster."
"But maybe you're not…" I trailed off.
Sam pulled out a lighter and tossed it on the Holy Fire circle that we'd made earlier. It closed around the Trickster.
"Maybe you've always been an angel," I finished.
Trickster laughed. "A what?! Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?"
"I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the Holy Fire, and we'll see what happens. Call it our mistake."
Trickster laughed again then stopped. We got him. The trick ended and we were back in the real warehouse that we started in.
Trickster clapped from inside the Holy Fire circle. "Well played, guys. Well played. Where'd you get the Holy Oil?"
"Oh, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass," Dean replied.
I rolled my eyes. "Stupid."
"Where'd I screw up?" Trickster asked.
"You didn't," I said. "But nobody gets the jump on Castiel like you did."
"Mostly, it was the way you talked about Armageddon," Dean added.
"Meaning?"
"Well, call it personal experience. Nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family," Dean said.
"So, which one are you? Grumpy, sneezy, or Douchey?" Sam asked.
"Oh, I know." I stepped closer to the fire circle. "So, are you gonna admit it… Gabriel?"
He hesitated. "Fine, okay? They call me Gabriel."
"Gabriel? The Archangel?" Sam asked.
"Guilty," Gabriel replied.
"Okay, Gabriel, how does an Archangel become a Trickster?" I said.
"My own private witness protection," Gabriel said. "I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world… till you three screwed it all up."
"And what did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the Pagans?" Dean asked.
"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything," Gabriel answered.
"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam said.
"Well, do you blame him?" I said. "I mean, his brothers are completely intolerable most of the time."
"Yeah and heavyweight douche-nozzles," Dean added.
"Dean!" I hissed.
"Shut your cake hole," Gabriel snapped at Dean. "You don't know anything about my family. I loved my father, my brothers. Loved them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it, okay?! So I left. And now it's happening all over again."
"Then help us stop it," Sam said.
"It can't be stopped," Gabriel argued.
"You want to see the end of the world?" Dean asked.
"I want it to be over!" Gabriel said. "I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other, thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins! I just want it to be over."
"He has a point," I commented.
"Be quiet," Dean snapped.
"Well, it doesn't have to be like that," Sam told Gabriel. "There has to be some way to—to pull the plug."
Gabriel laughed. "Oh, you do not know my family. What you guys call the Apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You think you'd be able to relate."
"What are you talking about?"
I looked at them like Seriously? in the exact same way that Gabriel did.
Gabriel whistled. "You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it." He looked at Dean. "Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father." He looked at Sam. "And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you!" Gabriel raised his arms. "As it is in Heaven… So it must be on Earth. One brother has to kill the other."
"What the hell are you saying?" Dean said. I face palmed.
"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you?" Gabriel replied. "Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always."
"No. That's not gonna happen."
"I'm sorry… But it is. Guys, I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, ending wrapped up in a bow. But this is real. And it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's got to be. So, boys, now what? Stare at each other for the rest of eternity?"
"Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Cass back from wherever you stashed him," Dean said.
"Oh, am I?" Gabriel asked.
"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Or we're going to dunk you in some Holy Oil and deep-fry ourselves and Archangel."
Gabriel sighed, snapped his fingers and Castiel appeared.
"Cass, you okay?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine. Hello, Gabriel," Castiel said.
"Hey, bro," Gabriel replied. "How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful."
"Pretty much," I muttered.
"Angelica, be quiet," Dean snapped. "Okay, we're out of here."
Sam, Dean, and Castiel walked out the door. But something was nagging at me. I followed them to the door, then slammed it shut and locked it. I could hear Sam and Dean banging on the door, but I didn't care. I walked back over to Gabriel.
"What now, kid?" Gabriel asked. "Did they give you the job to try to kill me?"
I shook my head. "No. I wouldn't have a way to kill you if I wanted to, which I don't. But I think you know something about me and I need answers. Can you do that?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Yes. There's nothing that I can do to you, so if you don't want to help me, that's fine. But I only have one question."
Gabriel considered this. "Fine. What?"
"The only thing about my parents that I've ever known, is that my mother was a witch and my father was an archangel. My adoptive mother told me that much. Now at this point in my life, I know who my father isn't. It's not Michael, not Raphael, and sure as hell not Lucifer. So the one question that I have for you is this, and please tell me the truth: Are you my father, Gabriel?"
We stared at each other for a long time before Gabriel finally nodded. "Yeah."
I gave a small laugh and looked at the floor, unsure of what to say.
"Angelica?" Gabriel said.
I looked up. "What?"
"You okay?"
I shrugged. "Why didn't you tell me? Did you know this whole time? Why did you leave me in the first place? So many questions."
"I didn't know until we had that little talk in TV land. Then I started to see the similarities. Your eyes, the fact that you couldn't just be half angel, you're too powerful and you couldn't just be a witch because you can do stuff without a spell. I'm sorry that I had to leave when you were young but… It wasn't safe for you anymore. Your adoptive mother, Paige—she was… An old friend of mine. It was just safer to leave you with her."
"Who is my mother?"
"I don't think we have time for me to explain it all to you right now… But-"
Dean and Sam started banging harder on the door.
"Angelica!" Dean yelled. "Open the door!"
"I should go," I said. "I hope I'll be able to talk to you again… Dad."
Gabriel said nothing and I started walking away. When I got to the door, I heard Gabriel say, "I'm sorry, Angelica."
I looked back. "Yeah, thanks."
I reached over and pulled the fire alarmed which made the sprinklers started and put out the Holy Fire, releasing Gabriel.
"Bye, Dad," I said.
"Bye," Gabriel replied.
He disappeared. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. Dean and Sam stood there.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"I needed to talk to him," I said dismissively. "Let's go."
I didn't for them as I walked back to the car, but they followed. I refused to talk on the way back to the motel and eventually they just left me alone. I stared out the window and leaned my head against the window as silent tears rolled down my cheeks.
Alright, guys, so this is the first chapter of my new Supernatural story. I'm going to try to update every week. I'd like to update more, but I do have two other stories to run, so I don't think I'll be able to. I hope you guys enjoyed this story and please review. Bye guys, - Lily