A/N: Hey sorry it's been a while since I have updated this one. I have lost my muse and I am trying to gain it back. I had a little bit of this written and then finally pulled it up today and began to write more of it. So here it is, hope you like it! :)

5 Years Later…

"You mean to tell me, that these two knuckle heads actually were let loose on this world?"

Bobby watched the blond, about as white as, well, one person's hair can get, pace the living room with cell phone in hand. He had known that girl for a long time it seems, going through the rough patches of hunts and sending her out alone. The client…hunter…Richie decided to train his troublemaker nephews and leave them in the woods with provisions and to head to the nearest motel to start their careers. Truth was, Richie was a sorry excuse for a hunter and an Uncle, and it was about time he did something completely moronic.

"Yeah, well, nice going dickhead, they'll be dead in fifteen minutes flat. Do you even have the slightest knowledge that we have the Apocalypse riding our asses?" Gabriella finished, hanging up and tossing the device into the couch, not even allowing an answer on the other line.

"Angel…" Bobby began.

Gabriella turned on him, her blue eyes ice and bright. He knew that she wasn't necessarily full human; he had gained suspicion when he noticed her lack of aging, and hunting takes a toll on one's appearance. Besides, he'd held a fair share of angels in the past year…little did she know.

"Sorry," she sighed. "Richie is just frustrating."

"Nice of you to register that now…Listen, I love you like a daughter, but you need to slow your hide and settle down."

"Okay…spill. You've got something to say and you only tell me to take a breather when you have news."

How did she always know this? Then again Bobby knew that he could be about as inconspicuous as a 5 year old holding something behind their back and pretending like the parent can't see what they have.

"I have a job for you."

"What am I researching?"

Gabriella moved to the laptop on the desk, sitting down in the chair and already moving the screen up, the search engine Bing coming to her attention and she waited for the words to leave Bobby's mouth so then she could start typing. Five years, she had been doing this for that long and already she felt like she belonged. She was a normal human being besides the side affects of being a bound to earth immortal Angel. Sure there were no powers really, well none that she had yet to try, she wanted to be as much as a person as possible so she didn't experiment on them over the years to see if they were still active.

Her appearance had most definitely changed over time as well as way of speaking. She used to be so formal and blank like most angels, no emotion. Though her older brothers showed love to her…all three of them…just in a way that wasn't expressed here on earth. Now Gabriella had tattoos and piercings. The tattoos were something far different than what others got, they were just words written in Inokian done by her personally considering an artist in ink and needle didn't know how to do it correctly. Doubt on talent.

Decorated all over her arms, shoulders down to her fingers; protection, reminders of home, and a supposed help to channel her powers if she needed them, but she kept thinking maybe it was false hope on that last bit with the forever embedded ink on her skin. The piercings on her body consisted of two silver round studs underneath her eyes, a bobble in her tongue, and one more silver one underneath her bottom lip. Never would she have ever done these five years ago or in her lifetime as an angel, but she'd grown on being a human. Sometimes keeping ones body pure from taint and artificial holes couldn't be stopped, it was actually known as beautiful. Art and she most definitely agreed.

Swimming back to the present, she inhaled, glancing at Bobby and found that he looked more haggard than a few minutes prior.

"It's not really a job you can research Angel," he replied.

"Oh…so it's a field job."

Should he tell her or should he not? Bobby had been around the woman for five years---seems longer---and he had seen she was more experienced than a lot of hunters he had seen over his time in hunting. She hadn't done really any field work except for four occasions and they were pretty minor salt and burns. He had found out that she was an Angel a couple years back, and at first he thought that it wasn't logical, that is until he noticed the non-aging and he couldn't really not believe her. Bobby trusted her like he did a few other rare people in his life. Besides he had met two last year when a demon named Lilith was on the rise, breaking seals to set Lucifer free.

Gabriella didn't really hear that information from him, and he wasn't going to tell her. He hadn't heard from the Winchester brothers in a good few weeks or so, till he got a call this morning from Dean talking about how Lilith was dead and a whole hell of a lot of other things. They needed help and he could do it, but he couldn't just leave Gabriella here all alone at his home while the devil roamed free out in the world. Angels were sort of targets nowadays and what would happen if something or someone got a hand on her?

"Pack up, duffel or two of your belongings," he said, knowing that even though he was coming along to help for a short time he would want Gabriella with the brothers helping them 24/7 when he simply could not if he had to come back to his abode in South Dakota or friends that needed the lending hand.

"Where are we going?"

The blond closed the laptop after turning it off and lifted it, placing it into the carrier bag and zipping it up before walking over to the front door she set it down there. Together the two headed up the stairs side by side, heading down the hall and stopping right across from each other at their respective bedroom doors.

"Maryland."

Author End Note: Thanks for reading and please review.