Title: Just the Basics
Warnings: Mild Language, Spoilers
Summery: Jo meets the strange, unangelic angel who rescued her soul.
Jo reclined in a field of purple Orchids, watching the clouds roll above her as she waited for the man who stole her soul to Heaven. He didn't tell her anything about himself just that he was to protect her and her mother from those who would use them as bargaining chips. She didn't even know his name, that is, if angels had names to begin with.
"We do, not that most of us like ours." Jo jumped as the sudden voice, only to find a short man lying beside her. The warm breeze rustled his whiskey brown hair as he turned to face her, "What? Surprised to see the guy you're waiting for?"
"Not without a little warning?"
"What can I say; quickness is kind of my thing."
Jo tried and failed to stifle a snort of laughter, but the mysterious angel just winked and replied with a smirk, "Not like that, buttercup, and if you play nice I'll prove it to you."
She chuckled before turning her attention back to the sky, "So, if angels have names, what's yours?" He looked up to the cloud she was watching, and with a quick snap, it morphed into a dog - running circles to chase its tail.
"I don't think telling you would be the safest option," he responded, snapping again to make the cloud-dog a fish, swimming circles. Jo clasped her hands behind her head, and spared an amused glance to him, "What's so dangerous about Heaven?"
"There are angels here who would gladly toss everyone the Winchesters love into the pits of Hell to get Dean to say yes to Michael. I happen to not want that to happen."
Jo sat up violently, "They want to send my mom and me to Hell?"
The angel nodded and folded his arms behind his head, hazel eyes meeting hers, "This isn't your Heaven, Jo, it's someone else's - it's far too dangerous to place your soul into your own. I had to catch you as soon as you died."
"What do you mean, my Heaven?"
"Everyone has a personal little chunk of Heaven, where your greatest memories replay themselves on a loop from now until forever - we're in the memory of a little girl from England currently- but I have to bounce you two around from Heaven to Heaven."
Jo just 'oh'd' and laid down again beside him, "So, if you're all the company I'm going to have until Dean and Sam put a bullet in Lucifer's face, can't I know your name - or at least what to call you?"
"Gabe, you can just call me Gabe."
Jo rolled onto her side, watching him through the flowers, "I know you." She laughed, "You drank six whole bottles of Vodka in one night five years ago - you told me that you had the alcohol tolerance of all of Ireland combined."
"I had to keep my eye on you two suckers some how."
Jo picked one of the Orchids and twirled it between her fingers, "You're not very angelic for an angel, and how do I know you really are one?"
There was sound like the rustling of feathers, and Gabe was suddenly above her - hands by either side of her head, holding him up. His body tensed and a pair of magnificent wings materialized behind him, unfurling slowly. They were large enough to block the sun shining above them and cast shadows across the field, but the golden colored feathers seemed to shine by themselves. Jo dropped the flower, suddenly dull in comparison, and reached out to one of them. Only inches away from feeling the mesmerizing appendages, they vanished in static fuzz, she recoiled sharply, but Gabe just shrugged and pushed himself to a standing position.
"Sorry, I'm not running full-power at the moment - limited wing action - my vessels pretty good looking enough to compensate though."
For the first time, Jo looked at him - really looked. He wasn't a short as he appeared to be lying in the grass, but he still wasn't as tall as the Winchester brothers. But he defiantly layered up like one; a dark button-up was partially covered by a thick green jacket all over a pair of jeans. As she raked her eyes across him she couldn't help but think that the angel was right. His vessel wasn't that bad. He arched and eyebrow and smiled knowingly.
She propped herself up on her elbows, cocking her head to the side, "So, angels can just do whatever then? Drink, smoke, fuck?"
Gabe leaned in close, warm breath on her neck, and whispered conspiratorially, "Nope, but Archangels can." He vanished, leaving her bereft and confused in a field of wild Orchids.
A/N: I had two ideas for chapters in my mind, this wasn't even one of them. Maybe one day Jo will get to touch Gabriels wings. Maybe... *insert usual plea for ideas and prompts here*
