Okay. So this story is based on some roleplay that went on, on facebook. So it will be a little confusing at first but the story gets way better towards the end! *Promises* This is my first story I am ever putting out for more than just friends to read, so I'm a little nervous buuut, reviews are very welcome!

I hope you guys enjoy!

She felt as though she had just been thrown off the top of the Prudential Hotel roof. Laid out on the ground looking up at the sky. 'Heaven' she smirked to herself. More like an abyss of helplessness. Struggling to prop herself up onto her elbows, her head pounding with a bout of nausea. Through the darkness and the headache she was able to make out her surroundings. She was on an old hiking trail she had often visited as a teen. Although it was familiar, she had the feeling something wasn't setting right. Something had changed in the world. It was quiet. A wave of nervousness swept over her as thunder clapped in the distance. 'Electrical Storm' thinking to herself, out of instinct, jumping to her feet in pain, cursing under her breath. Checking her body for any serious injuries. The clothes she had on weren't her normal dress and heals, instead she had on a pair of jeans, kneed high army boots, a worn out, fitted black t-shirt and her old leather jacket. Next things noticed were the colt.45's strapped to each leg, and hunters knife, presumably iron, silver or dipped in Dead Man Blood, hanging from her belt.

"Alright…" Grazing her fingertips over the butts of the guns. "Someone was expecting my return". Looking over her shoulder towards the edge of the mountain and saw no lights were on in the city. This heightened her senses, and common sense kicked in, telling her to 'get the hell out of dodge'. Making her way to the trail opening, tripping among various objects that littered the earth. When she had finally made it to the parking lot, she was more than ecstatic about seeing a car. She rummaged through the dash before finding the keys in a matter of seconds. 'Too easy…' Confusion hit her like a ton of bricks, looking out the windshield. Shrugging it off, hopping out of the car and popped the trunk. "Guns? Rock salt, holy water." She picked up a plastic jug with bold lettering 'H.O. USE WISELY'. "Holy oil? What the hell?" she slammed the trunk closed, climbing back into the driver seat turning over the engine as fast as she could. It started on the first try. Pursing her lips as she threw the car into drive, speeding down the mountain road.

By time she had reached the city it had started pouring and just like clockwork the car had ran out of gas. She grabbed a equipment bag out of the bag seat and loaded it with what she could and what was important for this type of situation, from the trunk.

The buildings were rotted and falling apart, graffiti with 'Croatoan'.

"You gotta be shitting me? Croatoan…." She looked up and down the deserted street trying to pin point her location. She was home. Lawrence, Kansas. "Home sweet home my ass." She glared at the wall before continuing on her search for some form of civilization.

The streets were empty and quiet. She tightened her grip on the Knife she had every time the wind scratched a leaf along the ground, panicking. Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement. Before she had time to think she was tackled to the ground one of the infected. Struggling for one of her guns against the hold of the man. She had managed to gain advantage when to reach her knife. Digging it into the side of his neck and giving it a twist, quickly pushing him off before any blood had gotten on her. She couldn't even remember who she was. The last thing she needed was to get infected.

She had found a way into a boarded up home. Trying the light switch to no avail. 'Blessing in disguise' trying calming herself. 'Rather not have a spot light on me anyways.' She threw her bag of supplies next to a worn out couch before making her way to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror pulling twigs and leaves out of her damp hair, she couldn't even recognize herself. Instead of the black hair, it was now, from what she could tell through the mess and darkness, blonde. At least her eyes were still green. With that, there had been some comfort.

Turning her attention to the shower, nearly screaming out in excitement that there was hot water. She wasted no time undressing and climbing in.

"Hello Jennifer!" Chimed a voice from the other side of the shower curtain. "Long time, no see!"

She stood vigilant, trying to figure out the fastest way to her guns. Obviously he wasn't infected due to the fact that he was speaking, but having them couldn't hurt any less than the current situation.

"Oh don't be so shy princess. It's just me, Gabriel!" He rolled his eyes smirking as he tugged the shower curtain open "Oh my! I can see why Michael adored you so much. Could I interest you in a candy bar?" Making two appear in his hand.

Jennifer turned off the water not taking her eyes off the strange man who stood before her. "Michael?" she stepped out of the shower quickly pushing pass him, avoiding touching his body, and grabs an old dirty towel out of a cabinet.

"Yes, Michael. You do remember your husband don't you?" He clapped his hands together, igniting some candles she had missed filling the bathroom with a dim light as he turned to approached her. "Or did I just completely overwhelm your mind with my good looks and romantic gestures?"

Her mind flashed to the man who always wore a suit. The only way she could recall him, perfect gentlemen. Something in his eyes pained her. She shook her head quickly, trying to rid her mind of them.

"What a shame. That means you've forgotten me…" He frowned a few feet in front of her. "Let me refresh your memory. It was 5 years ago…" He tapped on his chin with his index finger. " We met at a bar, you were wearing that slinky black dress," He winked. "You picked me out from every other man in that bar." He started circling her, eying her up and down. "Why?" Sarcasm washed over him.

"Because I needed help?" Jennifer choked on her voice. Protection from my brothers and sister? Myself?"

"How much faith did you have to lose in Michael to come to me for help? It's Michael. The Archangel of Archangels. And he chose you. Yet, you doubted his ability to protect you?"

"I had lost all faith in everything by that point. Everyone started falling one by one. It was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down on us." She practically sang with calmness, remaining alert "You wanted this to be over and so did I. Although I'm guessing my approach to the situation apposed your purpose." Jennifer felt as if her answer was forced. like someone was standing next to her, whispering it into her ear. Word for word, yet, the answer seemed all to familiar. Her stomach wrenched.

"Correct-omundo genius." He laughed wagging a finger in her face. "They needed to play their parts and you screwed that up. Now since I held up my end of the bargain to both you and Dean, it's your turn to repay the favor."

She shook off the feeling of nausea and looked him straight eyed. "Gabriel, is it?" Tilting her head to the side "I have no idea what or who you're talking about. Michael, Dean… These names mean nothing to me." She sighed, looking down. "I'm not sure if my name is even Jennifer."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at her. "How do you feel, right now?"

"I feel, lost, sick… Confused. Like I'm human, but not. Somewhere in between maybe." She looked him in the eyes. "I feel hurt and mostly betrayed. But I don't remember anything"

"Nothing at all?" his voice lowered with concern.

"Faces… But no names. The virus, Croatoan… I vaguely remember the night at the bar and the man in the suit."

He stood quiet nodding. "Jennifer, I'm sorry…"

"For what?" she asked quietly, fighting back tears.

"For this." He grabbed her by her wrist, pulling her into his arms placing a kiss on her forehead.

There was a flash of light and she pulled away. Her surroundings had changed, she was clothed.

"Where are we Jennifer?" Gabriel pried at her memories.

"I-I don't know." She stuttered as she tried to catch her breath.

"It's your home. Or what's left of it anyway." He took her hand in his. "This will only work if you allow me to help you remember. It could hurt, more than anything you could ever experience. It will all come back in bits and pieces, and I won't be with you all the way. This is something you are going to do yourself, mostly. Be cautious of everyone you meet on the way."

"Even you?" Jennifer smiled faintly, gently squeezing his hand.

"If you feel the need. After all I am The Trickster!" He laughed light heartedly, recalling his own pass, letting go of her hand. "Take a look-see, find the things of significance."

"What am I suppose to look for?" Turning to face him, but he was gone. "Great!" frustration graced her lips as she started to explore the ruins of what seemed to be a mansion.

The thing that she had found strange, if it was her home, the one she had shared with her husband, why weren't there any pictures? Something that could reboot her mind.

She wandered upstairs, glancing from one room to the other, before she noticed the French doors at the end of the hallway. Jennifer took a deep breath as she headed for them, her hand shaking as she reached for the doorknob and pulled them open.

She was taken back. The room was huge. The furniture turned over, broken and covered in plant life. Clothes were hanging out of the drawers of the remnants of a dresser, glass from the windows and mirrors cracked under her weight as she walked in. A gust of wind passed through the room, creaking the closet door she was a few feet from open, gaining her attention.

On the inside of the door hung a wedding dress. It was in perfect condition, as if it had been placed there for her to find.

"He did say 'things of significance'" She narrowed her eyes reaching out to touch it to make sure it was real.

"Do you remember the wedding?" A faint voice called from behind her causing her to jump.

She turned around slowly, looking at the man leaning in the doorway.

He was wearing an all white suit, tall and muscular, shaggy brown hair that was slicked back, with blue eyes. He made no attempt to go near her, simply relaxed his gaze as their eyes met. He looked down smirking, straitening his stance and suit jacket. "I almost didn't believe it when they had told me you were back."

Jennifer turned back to the wedding, running her fingers along the lace flowers. Her head started to pound as images of the wedding started to surface.