Hello! This is my first Supernatural fic so please be kind to me. I do drabble in roleplays though, if that makes any difference.

I do have to confess this whole story will be smothered in my OC. But do not fret! I would never dare pair her with any of the angels OR Winchesters. She's just a fan girl like us, so no worries.

This story will most likely have SMUT (oh my!) and just the tiniewinnie bit o' aghast. No worries, nothing major will happen, because it would hurt even me to kill/injure a character too much.

Please ignore the fact that my pen name is Zera and my character's name is Zera. This character is not me, nor am I trying to make her me. The truth is I just really love the name Zera, and it seemed to fit the character well. I'm sorry if this confuses you, so when I write notes I will sign them as "Henna" so you know its me and not my character.

My OC's full name is Zeraiane, but that's a freaking mouthful, isn't it? She is a very complex being, as you will find out soon, and will help the boys without regret (she'll also try and make some Sabriel happen. Lets see if it works in hers-and ours- favors.) I like making back story's interesting and can't help but weave them in with some facts and little somethings from the show. A character with no back story is a blank sleight with no purpose.

Also! This story is slightly AUish. In this story, demons were made by God. Also, Gabriel never died, or Balthazar.

There will be Destiel and Sabriel.

ANYWAYS! ONWARDS!

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Castiel added the last touches to the alter in quick, jerky movements. Dean could see the reluctance on his face. He had already voiced his reluctance to summon this being, and yet here he was, doing it anyways. He refused to look at any of them, and Gabriel smirked at that.

"He's sulking." Gabriel drawled, loud enough for Castiel to hear. Gabriel had a sucker in his hands that lingered over his lips, as if debating if he should have it now or later.

Castiel's back tensed at the comment and swirled around, glaring at Gabriel. "Gabriel, brother, summoning her is the last act of Desperation, or have you forgotten?"

"Yeah, yeah. The Eight Desperations and all that. Well, brother dear, you've already succeeded in the seventh, have you not?" Gabriel tilted his head and his smirk grew to fill his whole face. Castiel's eyes hardened and flickered to Sam.

"Accident." He said, his voice choppy and his face unreadable.

Gabriel laughed. "'Fraid not, Cassie. That was totally not an acciden-"

"Accident," Castiel said forcefully, cutting him off. "It was not meant to happen."

"What's The Eight Desperations?" Sam asked, his tone careful. He watched as Gabriel gazed easily at Castiel and Castiel glare angrily at Gabriel.

"Cas?" Dean asked pointedly.

Cas sighed in annoyance as he carefully placed a black rose on an engraved white rock, that Dean silently noted as not rock but shaped bone of some sort.

"The Eight Desperations are eight steps that have, at first, good outcomes. But they soon show their price." The way he glowered at the floor told them he wasn't going to say more on the subject. Of course, Gabriel loved saying things that most people would be uncomfortable saying.

"Like when you killed Lilith. Overall good outcome. Lilith's dead. Yay! But then, you know, there was that little problem about her death being the final seal and all that." He smiled, sticking the lolipop in his mouth so his next words were hard to understand. "And then Luci's freeee!" Both Sam and Dean stiffened at the little giggle the fake Trickster let out after that.

"Great," Dean sighed, angry at no one but himself.

"Okay, wait. If every good Desperation we do has a disastrous outcome, then why are we doing this?" Leave it to Sam to abstract the details.

"Because, Sammy boy, she's the final Desperation. And the strongest. So really we have no clue what summoning her will do. It could be Hell opening up or someone in the Whitehouse spewing milk out of his nostrils." Gabriel said, his voice chirpy.

"What is she, exactly?" Dean huffed out. His patience for the cryptic messages angels always seemed to give him apparently wearing thin. When none of the angels answered, he groaned. "Damn it, Cas!"

Castiel's eyes lingered over Dean's flustered and annoyed expression. "She is the second most powerful being in the universe."

Well that shut both of the brother's up.

Before any one of them could sputter out a reply, Cas vanished and comeback a few seconds later with a jar full of blood. Then he vanished again and came back with another jar full of blood, and also an empty jar. He quickly filled the empty jar with his own blood in a blink of an eye. "Demon blood, human blood, angel blood… it seems I am missing something."

"The Bowl of Thorn Garden?" Gabriel hinted, answered only by Castiel's disappearance.

Sam cleared his throat and shifted uneasily. "What needs angel, demon and human blood to be summoned? That's was an awful lot of power for a summoning."

"A creature that is the second most powerful thing in the universe, or did you not get that the first time Cassie said it?" Gabriel sounded slightly irritated.

"You guys weren't kidding?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Why in the world would I kid about thi-"

Castiel appeared and shushed him. "Please, would you all be quiet? I can't concentrate when you guys are bickering." He shot Gabriel a look and then started rambling off words in a mix of languages, pouring the angel blood, then human blood and lastly the demon blood into what Sam and Dean guessed as the Bowl of Thorn Garden. The bowl was sleek and black, with words in another language etched roughly into the rim. It seemed to absorb some of the blood that was poured into it, because the bowl was fairly small, and the jars containing the varieties of blood were easily two times as large as the bowl.

Castiel started chanting slowly in what seemed to be a mix of Latin, Greek and old English.

When he flicked the bone that looked like stone and black rose into the blood cocktail, everything went silent.

Deathly silent.

"Ok, so I'm gettin' the vibe you just finished the summoning." Dean said slowly, reaching behind him and taking the gun out of where it was tucked into his pants.

"Yes. It'll take a few minutes. It's sort of like what you guys call a long distance call. And I'd stand back, if I were you." Gabriel warned, stepping back until his back hit the wall of the room. Sam and Dean followed him, and Castiel remained on the other side of the room, close to the alter.

"Cas-"

"Has to stay there. He's the one that is summoning her, he has to remain close to the alter." Gabriel said, his voice hard.

A few minutes past and Dean's shoulders relaxed. "So when she's down here what are we gonna d-"

All heads snapped up at the ceiling when they heard a loud crash. Before anyone could register what was happening, something crashed through the ceiling and through the floor, leaving matching gaping holes in both the ceiling and the floor. A third crash echoed through the house, down in the basement.

Before anyone could move or react in any way, a loud groan was heard from the floor, floating up from the hole along with a frustrated female voice.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Dean and Sam looked over and quirked their eyebrows at each other.

"Gabriel, get me some freaking clothes. I just fell from heaven. You think I have a full wardrobe with me?" The female voice huffed. Dean heard a sound indicating that she was getting up. When he glanced at where Gabriel had been, he had vanished. "And don't forget underwear, you dick!" she shouted. Castiel stared at the hole, his mouth slightly ajar.

"I can't believe I did it." He choked out.

"Neither can I, honeybuns. Keep it up and you'll be a real superstar." The voice replied, a hint of fondness seeping into her tone.

"I just summoned Zeraiane, Origin of All." He whispered, seeming to be completely awed by the fact.

"Oh man, they still call me that? Just call me Zera. That 'Origin of All' crap gets annoying after a few thousand years." She groaned.