5 Years Later
I was fully healed. Not a single cancer cell in my body. I had grown all my hair back and gained more weight. I went back and finished my last year of college. I lived with mom for three years before she died of a heart attack. She's had a lot of stress on her the last few years with bills and my cancer and I guess her heart just gave out. I've been living in the house for the last two years.
Halaliel couldn't save her. By the time I found her it was too late. She explained to me that she couldn't bring people back to life. I stayed in my room for days, crying. I also felt bad for Halaliel. She's an angel. They don't experience emotion. She said that when she was in me, whatever emotion I felt, she felt. Feeling tremendous sadness must be terrible to her.
She comforted me during those few days. I was finally able to get out of the house. She told me she was craving pizza and I laughed. She told me how angels were no fun. The acted like sticks were shoved up their butts. At least this angel had good taste in food. I went to Anne's Diner. I got a regular cheese pizza and a diet coke.
Can we get cherry pie?
Sure.
"Can I get some cherry pie please?" I asked my waitress.
"Alright." She replied before leaving with my empty plate.
I sighed and started ripping pieces off my napkin.
It may be my time soon.
What do you mean?
Something is happening in Heaven. They're talking. Actually, they never stop talking.
What are they talking about?
The Apocalypse.
The Apocalypse? That's a real event?
It will be. It is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break.
Who is the righteous man?
Dean Winchester.
I was walking back to my house after lunch when I felt a bit of pain in my head.
Sorry, Angel. I need to take the wheel.
It's okay.
Two days later I was in a diner in Broward County that was in Florida. Angel hasn't spoken to me yet, and I was getting worried. I sat down at the counter when the door opened.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Can't stay unless you order somethin', Cal. You know the rules." The waitress said.
"Some coffee." Cal replied.
"What can I get ya, sweetie?" Denis, the waitress, asked.
"Do you have pie?" I asked.
"Yeah, we have cherry, apple, and blueberry."
"Cherry pie, please." I said. "And a cup of coffee."
"Sure thing." Doris replied.
"Hey, Tuesday. Pig N' a Poke." A man said.
On the wall in front of me there was posters with the specials on it. The man was talking about the breakfast special.
"Do you even know what that is?" Another man asked.
"Are you boys ready?"
"Yes. I'll have the special, a side of bacon, and a coffee." The first man replied.
"Make it two coffees and a short stack." The second one finished.
"You got it." Denis replied.
"I'm telling you, Sam. This job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."
"Okay, sure. Let's get right on that. Where is she again?"
"Shut up."
"Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this."
"Here you go, sweetie." Doris said, putting down a slice of pie and a cup of coffee right in front of me.
"Thank you." I replied.
"No problem." She said before leaving.
"All right, so this professor..."
"Dexter Hasselback. He was passing through town last week when he vanished." Sam said.
"Last know location?"
"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." Sam answered.
"Where the laws of physics have no meaning?"
"Two coffees - black, and some hot sauce for the..." Doris gasped, "Oops. Crap. Sorry."
I turned around when I heard something smash on the ground. Apparently the hot sauce from Doris' tray fell and broke on the ground.
"Clean up!"
I saw the men who were sitting in the booth. My eyes widened. Dean and Sam Winchester. I should've known. The word on the street is that Dean sold his soul to bring his brother back to life and had a year to live. His time was running out. Only a few months left.
I ate my food and drank my coffee until the Winchester's were done with their meal. When they left, I left. Luckily I could make myself invisible to the human eye.
"Sam, you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. The only danger's to your wallet." Dean said as he looked at a pamphlet.
"Okay, look. I'm just saying there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people like the Bermuda Triangle, the Oregon Vortex." Sam replied.
"Broward County Mystery Spot?"
"Well, sometimes these places are legit." Sam said.
"Alright, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass 'if', what's the lore?" Dean asked.
"Well-" Sam started before a woman ran into Dean.
"Excuse me." She said before she continued walking.
"The lore's pretty freaking nuts, actually." Sam continued. "I mean, they say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space-time, sending victims no one knows where."
"Sounds a little 'X-Files' to me." Dean replied.
"Told you it wouldn't fit!"
"What do you want, a Pulitzer?"
These two men were arguing about putting a desk inside a building.
"All right, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we got to check it out, see if we can do something." Sam said.
"All right, all right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look." Dean turned around and seemed to look right at me, "Does it feel like someone's following us?"
"Dean, there's no one there." Sam answered.
The mystery spot was most likely fake, so why follow them? I decided to get a room at the motel down the street. After getting a room for one I sat down on the couch and decided to watch cartoons.
The next morning I decided to get some real breakfast at the diner I was at yesterday.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The man behind the register said as I sat down.
"Yeah, yeah."
Just like yesterday.
"Can't stay unless you order somethin', Cal. You know the rules.
"Some coffee."
"What can I get ya, sweetie?" Doris asked.
"Uh, just coffee, please." I said, despite the rumble of my stomach.
"Sure thing."
"Hey, Tuesday. Pig N' a Poke." Dean said from behind me.
"It's Tuesday?" Sam asked.
He noticed, too. It's like déjà vu.
"Yeah." Dean answered.
"You boys ready?" Doris asked them.
"Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon, and a coffee." Dean replied.
"Uh, nothing for me. Thanks." Sam said.
"Let me know if you change your mind." Doris told Sam before leaving.
"I'm telling you, Sam. This job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Dean said.
Sam didn't respond and Dean snapped his fingers, "Hey. You with me?"
"What?"
"Here you go, sweetie." Doris said, setting down my coffee.
"Thanks." I told her.
"You sure you feel okay?"
"You don't... you don't remember any of this?" Sam asked.
I do.
"Remember what?" Dean questioned.
"This. Today. Like it's happened before?" Sam replied.
"Like déjà vu?" Dean asked.
"No. I mean like it's really happened before." Sam said.
"Yeah. Like déjà vu." Dean replied.
"No. Forget about déjà vu. I'm asking you if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again." Sam said.
Dean was silent for a moment, "Okay, how is that not dej-"
"Don't! Don't say it! Just don't even..."
"Coffee - black. And hot sauce for the... oops! Crap." Doris said.
I didn't hear the smash on the ground, I turned around and saw that Sam caught the bottle.
"Thanks." Doris laughed before setting the bottle on the table and leaving.
"Nice reflexes." Dean said.
After they ate I decided to follow them again.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Dean told Sam.
"Okay, look, yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too." Sam said.
"Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced." Dean replied.
"So you don't believe me?" Sam asked.
Dean laughed before the woman from yesterday ran into him, again.
"Excuse me."
"Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know? Even-for-us crazy. Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another one of your psychic premonitions." Dean said.
"No. No way. Way too vivid." Sam responded. "Okay, look. We were at the mystery spot, and then..."
"And then what?" Dean asked.
"Then I woke up." Sam answered.
He was lying. He wasn't very good at it. Something happened yesterday at the mystery spot. I should've gone.
"I told you it wouldn't fit!"
"What do you want, a Pulitzer?"
"Wait a minute! The mystery spot. You think maybe it..." Sam started.
"Maybe what?"
"We got to go check that place out." Sam said. "Just go with me on this."
"All right. All right. We'll go tonight after close get ourselves a nice, long look." Dean replied.
"Wait. What? No." Sam responded.
"Why not?" Dean asked.
"Uh... let's just go now. Right now. Business hours. Nice and crowded. " Sam answered.
"My god, you're a freak." Dean said.
"Dean."
"Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." Dean looked past me, "Does it seem like we're being followed?"
Sam looked back at me too and Dean started walking across the street. Once he was half way across a car ran into him. Dean flew into the air before landing hard on the ground.
The car stopped and Mr. Pickett looked out the window
Sam ran over and picked up Dean, who wasn't moving. He was dead.
"Dean. Come on. Dean."
I gasped. I was back on the sidewalk where I was the day before. Sam was right. Everything was happening again. I went back to the diner and sat down at the same seat.
"Hey, Pig 'N a Poke." Dean said.
"Dean, will you listen to me? 'Cause I am freaking out." Sam replied.
"You ready sweetie?"
"Just a coffee, please." I said, really freaked out.
"All right." Doris said before leaving.
"Are you boys ready?" Doris asked them.
"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee- black. Nothing for me. Thanks." Sam answered quickly.
"You got it." Doris replied before leaving.
"Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that." Dean commented and I covered my mouth to hold in my laugh.
"Quit screwing around, Dean." Sam said harshly.
"Okay. Okay. I'm listening." Dean replied.
I'm listening, too. I have no idea what's going on.
"So... now, you think that you're in some kind of what?" Dean asked.
"Time loop." Sam answered.
"Like 'Groundhog Day'." Dean suggested.
"Yes. Exactly. Like 'Groundhog Day'." Sam replied.
"Uh-huh."
"So you don't believe me?" Sam asked.
Dean chuckled, "It's a little crazy. Even-for-us crazy. You know like..." Dean started.
"Here you go, sweetie." Doris said, placing a mug with my coffee in front of me.
"Thanks." I replied, smiling.
"Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy?"
"How'd you know I was gonna say that?" Dean asked.
"Because you've said it before, Dean. That's my whole point." Sam answered.
"Coffee- black. And some hot sauce for the..." I knew what was gonna happen so I turned around and watched as Sam caught the bottle. "Oops! Crap. Thanks." Doris said, grabbing the bottle and setting it down on the table and walked away.
Sam had this bitch face as he looked at Dean.
"Nice reflexes."
"No. I knew it was going to happen." Sam replied.
"Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation." Dean said.
"You're just gonna have to go with me on this, all right, Dean?" Sam responded. "You just have to. You owe me that much."
"Calm down." Dean told him.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Sam exclaimed. "I can't calm down. I can't because..."
"Because what?" Dean asked.
"Because you die today, Dean." Sam answered.
"I'm not gonna die. Not today." Dean replied.
"Twice now, I've watched you die. And I can't. I won't do it again, okay? And you're just gonna have to believe me. Please."
"All right. I still think you're nuts, but... okay. Whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean said.
I once again followed them after Dean ate. Once again, there was the dog, and the lady, and the two moving men trying to fit the desk inside the doorway.
"And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it." Dean said.
"Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The magnetic fields bending space-time or whatever." Sam replied.
"I don't know. That all seems a little too 'X-Files' for me." Dean commented.
"Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" Sam yelled.
"All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look." Dean said.
"No, no, no, no. We can't." Sam replied as he stopped walking.
"Why not?" Dean asked.
"Because you..."
"I what?" Dean questioned. When Sam didn't finish, he continued, "I die there?"
"Blown away, actually." Sam replied.
"Huh. Okay. Let's go now." Dean said and looked back at me, again, "Does it seem like we're being followed?" He asked before starting to walk across the street.
Sam pulled him back just as Mr. Pickett flew by, "Get out of the way!"
Dean laughed and Sam looked angry, "What, did he..."
"Yesterday. Yeah." Sam answered.
"And?"
"And what?" Sam questioned.
"Did it look cool like in the movies?" Dean asked.
"You peed yourself." Sam answered ans I had to cover my mouth again. If I laughed they would most likely know I'm there.
"Of course I peed myself. A man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" Dean said before turning around, looking both ways for cars and crossing the street.
Dean was most likely going to die there. Why bother following. I was in no mood to see that crappy place. I was confused. I wasn't gonna bother getting a motel room. I was going to end up back on the side walk anyway. I sat on the bench in the park, watching humans live their daily lives. That got me thinking about Angel. I haven't hears her speak inside my head yet.
It was night time and I was still on the bench. Maybe I should have gone with Sam and Dean. Tomorrow, whether or not it's still Tuesday or not, I'll ask what the hell is going on.
I blinked and I was back on the side walk. I sighed before going to the diner. Instead of sitting at the counter, I sat in the booth Sam and Dean are going to sit in.
"You ready, sweetie?" Doris asked.
"Um, I'm waiting for two people. They should be here in a few minutes." I told her.
"Okay. I'll be back in a few minutes then." She replied before walking away.
I sat there, my head leaning on the palm of my hand. The other hand on the table, my fingers tapping on the table. When I heard the door open, I turned and saw Sam and Dean walking in. Sam looked over at me and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"I don't bite." I told him when he came up.
"Who are you?" He asked me.
"I'm just a hunter passing through," Total lie, "I'm confused as hell. For the past few days it's been Tuesday again and again. You're here so I'm assuming you have something to do with it."
"What are you two talking about?" Dean asked.
They sat down, Sam next to me and Dean across from us. We told him everything about the Tuesdays and him dying.
"I think you're nuts, but, whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean said, looking at Sam.
"Thanks." Sam replied softly.
"So, what's your name?" Dean asked, looking at me.
"Angel." I answered.
"Angel, that's Sam and I'm Dean. But I'm pretty sure you know that." He smiled.
I nodded, "Yeah. You guys are legends in the monster hunting world."
"So, if you're stuck in 'Groundhog Day', why?" Dean asked. "What's behind it?"
"First I thought it was the mystery spot. Now I'm not so sure." Sam answered.
"What do we do?" Dean asked.
"Well, we keep you breathing, try to make it till tomorrow." I said and they looked at me.
"Good idea." Sam replied.
"Shouldn't be too hard." Dean commented.
"Yeah, right. Dean, I've watched you die a few times now and I can't ever seem to stop it." Sam responded.
"Well, nothing's set in stone. You two said I order the same thing every day, right?"
"Yeah. Pig 'N a Poke, side of bacon." Sam answered.
Dean turned to Doris, "Excuse me, sweetheart. Can I get sausage instead of bacon?"
"Sure thing, hon." She replied.
"See? Different day already. You see, if the three of us decide that I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonna die." Dean said.
Denis came over and gave Dean his food, "Thank you."
He took a bite of his sausage and winked at me. A few moments later he started choking.
"Dean."
I reached over the table to help him but I was back on the side walk.
"Son of a bitch."
I sighed and went back to the diner, expecting Sam and Dean to come, but they never did. I ate a real breakfast, bacon and eggs with orange juice. After paying I left. I was walking down the street before I was pulled into an alleyway.
I tried to scream but he covered my mouth with his hand.
"Who are you?" A man asked.
I sensed his grace. An angel. Shit.
"I don't know what you mean." I answered before I felt a blade against my back.
"You're an angel. But I don't recognize you. Who are you?" He asked again.
"I don't recognize yours either." I replied.
"Tell me." He commanded, digging the blade further into my skin.
"Halaliel." I answered. "Now you."
He let me go and I turned around and I saw a man about five foot eight. I couldn't really tell the eye color. They were sort of greenish brown. Hazel, maybe. He had long brown hair that reached the nape of his neck.
"It's a shame you don't recognize me." The man smiled, twirling his angle blade.
"I answered your question. Now tell me who you are." I replied, crossing my arms.
"Gabriel."
My mouth opened in shock, "Gabriel? You've been missing for years."
"So have you. I've been listening to teh angels talking. They said you were dead." He replied.
"Really? Why do they think I'm dead?" I questioned.
"Beats me. What are you doing down here anyways?" Gabriel asked.
"I didn't agree with them so I ran away. Then I ran into the Winchesters here. Are you the one who put Sam in a time loop?"
Gabriel nodded.
"Why?" I asked.
"Dean's gonna die and go to Hell. Sam needs to get used to it." He answered. "I'll let you go. Only if you don't tell the Winchesters what I am."
"What do they think you are?" I questioned.
"Trickster." Gabriel smiled.
"So they've dealt with you before." I stated.
"Yep. You should've been there and seen their faces when strippers attacked them." He said and I laughed.
"Have fun with the eternal Tuesdays." Gabriel said before snapping his fingers and he disappeared.
Many, many, many Tuesdays later I saw Sam and Dean come into the diner.
"You look happy." I said, noticing Sam's face.
He sighed before sitting next to me. Dean frowned and sat across from us.
"I'm Dean." He said with a flirtatious smile.
"Angel." I replied.
He winked before looking at the special, "Hey, Tuesday. Pig 'N a Poke."
Sam put car keys down on the table.
"What are those?" Dean asked.
"The old man's." Sam answered.
"Mr. Pickett?" I asked and Sam nodded.
Dean looked confused, "Trust me. You don't want him behind the wheel."
"You three ready?" Doris asked.
"Yes, we are. I'll have the special, a side of bacon, and a coffee." Dean answered.
"Hey, Doris." Sam said, "What I'd like is for you to log in a few more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."
"How do you know-" She started.
"Lucky guess." Sam interrupted.
"Did she shoot him?" I whispered to Sam.
"Yeah." He answered.
"Did you tell him yet?"
"Yeah."
Dean looked at me, "So, Angel, how do you know Sam?"
"Oh, I'm a hunter just passing through town." I answered, sticking to my story.
"And has Sam told you about his 'Groundhog Day' experience?" Dean asked.
"Yes, it's happening to me, too. I've been living through 105 Tuesdays." I replied.
"You kept count?" Sam asked me and I nodded.
"Hot sauce." Sam said.
"What?"
"Coffee- black." Doris said, walking over with a tray, "And some hot sauce for the-" The hot sauce fell and Sam caught it before putting it on the table, "Oop! Crap. Thanks!" She said before leaving.
"Nice reflexes." Dean commented.
"I knew it was gonna happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen, Angel and I both do." Sam replied.
"You don't know everything."
"Yeah. I do."
"Yeah, right." They said at the same time.
"Nice guess."
"It wasn't a guess." Sam replied.
"Right, you're a mind reader."
"Cut it out, Sam."
"Sam!"
"You think you're being funny, but you're being really, really childish."
"Sam Winchester wears makeup."
"Sam Winchester cries his way through sex."
"Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed, and every morning, when he wakes up, okay enough!"
"That's not all." Sam said before looking at Randy, "Randy, the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Meyers? At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit." Meyers heard Sam and he dropped his glass of chocolate milk, "Over there, that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."
"What's your point?" Dean asked.
"My point is I've lived through every possible Tuesday. I've watched you die every possible way. I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything I know to save your life, and I can't." Sam answered.
I'm starting to feel bad for Sam. Everyday he has to see his big brother die.
"No matter what I do, you die, and then I wake up. And then it's Tuesday again."
"The dog." Sam and I said at the same time.
When we passed by the animal, it started to bark.
"There's go to be some way out of this." Dean replied.
"Where's my dang keys?"
We passed by Mr. Pickett, "Where's my dang keys?"
"Excuse me."
The girl holding the papers ran into Dean, "Excuse me."
"She's kinda cute." Dean chuckled. "Hey. All the times we walked down this street, I ever do this?"
Dean ran to catch up with the girl, "Excuse me! Miss?"
"No." Sam said.
"100 Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Dean asked, showing us the paper. "This the guy who went missing?"
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"That's his daughter back there." Dean said.
Sam grabbed the paper and ran over to her. We stood there and the dog started barking.
"Hey, buddy. Somebody need a friend?" Dean asked before going over to pet him.
"Dean, maybe you shouldn't-" I started.
"Ah!"
I met up with the boys again and Sam and I explained to Dean, once again, what was happening.
"So, the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is." Sam said, looking at his laptop screen.
"What is he?" Dean asked.
"I talked to his daughter. The guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog." I looked over and saw Gabriel in disguise get up from his seat and leave the diner, "He writes about tourist attractions- mystery spots, UFO crash sites. He gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here." Sam turned the laptop so we could see the page he was on.
"Dexter Hasselback: Truth Warrior? More like pompous schmuck, if you ask me." Dean said.
"Yeah. Tell me about it. I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written. He must have weighted a ton, he was so full of himself." Sam replied.
"When did you have the time to do all this research?" Dean asked.
"Come on." Sam said.
Dean laughed as he stood up, "What?"
"It's funny, you know. I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on mystery spots and then he vanishes in one. It's kind of poetic, you know? Like Just Deserts." Dean said before walking towards the cashier.
"You're right. That is Just Deserts." Sam replied.
I stood by Dean and looked back at Sam. He was staring at where Gabriel has sat the last 106 Tuesdays. I knew he was caught. All of the Tuesdays, he had maple syrup. This time, he had strawberry.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"Guy had maple syrup for past 100 Tuesdays, all of the sudden he's having strawberry?" Sam questioned.
"It's a free country." Dean said. "Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?"
"Not in this diner. Not today." Sam replied. "Nothing in this place ever changes- ever."
"So why does he have a different syrup from all the other Tuesdays?"
Again, I was on the sidewalk. But, Dean didn't die. Gabriel just knew they were getting close. I decided to wait outside the diner for Gabriel and the boys to follow him. I smiled at Gabriel as he past me and when Sam came out, I walked beside him.
"What is he?" I asked.
"Trickster. He's got to be." Sam answered.
"Who's the chick?" Dean asked and Sam hushed him.
"Angel. Nice to meet you, Dean." I smiled over my shoulder.
We caught up to Gabriel and Sam pinned him against a fence and put a stake on his neck, "Hey!"
"I know who you are." Sam said. "Or should I say what?"
"Oh, my god. Please, don't kill me." Gabriel begged.
"Sam..."
"It took me a hell of a long time, but I got it." Sam said.
"What?" Gabriel asked.
"It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just deserts. Your kind loves that, don't they?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah, sure. Okay. Just put the stake down."
"Sam, maybe you should-" Dean started.
"No! There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing, making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops. In fact, you'd pretty much have to be a God. You'd have to be a Trickster." Sam interupted.
"Mister, my name is Ed Coleman. My wife's name is Amelia. I got two kids. For crying out loud, I sell Ad Space!" If I didn't know any better, I'd say this guy was a normal human.
"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!" Sam yelled.
The man's face mrphed into Gabriel's, "Actually, bucko, you didn't."
"Why are you doing this?" Sam asked.
"You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" Gabriel answered.
"And Hasselback, what about him?" Dean asked.
"That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." Gabriel laughed. "Huh? Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."
"So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" Sam questioned.
"One, yes, it is fun. And two, this is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your brother die everyday. Forever." Gabriel answered.
"You son of a bitch."
"How long will it take you to realize you can't save your brother... no matter what." He said.
"Oh, yeah? I kill you, this all ends now." Sam said, pressing the stake further.
"Oh, hey! Whoa. Okay. Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, it'll be Wednesday. I swear." Gabriel replied.
"You're lying." Sam said.
"If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner." Gabriel responded.
Sam looked at Dean and I before turning back to Gabriel, "No. Easier to just kill you."
"Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that." Gabriel said before snapping his fingers.
"What happens now?" I asked Gabriel the next day.
"Dean dies permanently now. Cal is going to rob him and shoot him." He answered.
"Have you seem Sam? He's going to find you and kill you." I replied.
"As soon as he learns what being without Dean's gonna feel like, I'll bring him back to this day." Gabriel explained.
"Good luck." I replied before leaving.
6 Months Later
I was in California. It was really warm actually. I've been all over the country, hunting things down. I've only done ghosts and demons so far, nothing too big. At the moment I was am looking for a werewolf, actually. My first one. I'm using a gun, too.
"Hey, big boy." I said when I found him, eating a heart in the middle of the woods.
He turned around and growled at me.
I lined up the gun and pulled the trigger. When I opened my eyes, I was in front of the motel where Sam and Dean where at when Gabriel put Sam in a time loop. I walked to their door nad opened it,
"And I remember her." Dean said pointing to me.
Sam looked at me and smiled before picking me up and hugging me, "I meant to look for you. But then Dean-"
"Dean died. I know. Six months later I shot a werewolf before I ended up here. What happened?" I asked as he set me down.
"A friend of mine and I found the Trickster. We talked, and he told me he was bored of th game. He snapped his fingers and I woke up and it was Wednesday." Sam answered before turning to Dean, "Let's go."
"No breakfast?"
"No breakfast." He turned back to me, "You too. Want to come with?"
"What?" I questioned.
"You don't have anywhere to be right?" Sam asked.
I shook my head, "No-"
"Great. You can hunt with us. Grab your stuff and meet us back here." Sam said.
"I don't have any stuff to go get." I replied.
"No clothes? Weapons? Phone?" Dean questioned.
I shook my head, "I, um, had to leave the house pretty quick. Didn't have enough time to get things. Only had the clothes on my back and the money in my pocket."
"Leave the house from what?" Sam asked.
"Demons." I lied.
"All right. We have enough weapons for one more person. I'll go pack the car." Dean said.
"Wait, you're not going anywhere alone." Sam replied.
"It's just the parking lot, Sam." Dean argued.
"Just... just trust me."