YOU BUILD ME UP, YOU BREAK ME DOWN-2

Dean stared at the girl in front of him, dumbstruck. She was young...way younger than he had expected- she wasn't older than 16. From what Dean could assume, she was a head shorter than him. The girl was wearing a white top and red jean, with large red hoops in her ears. She had a light complexion and curly, chocolate brown hair-which she had tied in a ponytail. She was gazing at Dean with her deep brown eyes. She was breathtakingly beautiful for a girl of her age. She gave him a charming smile and said, "I know I am damn good looking, but I would appreciate it a lot if you would just give me your hand and stand up real quick." Dean was embarrassed and gave her his hand. She helped him up and immediately ran over to a sobbing Annabeth.

"Annabeth...It's OK...I am here..." The girl comforted the older angel. Annabeth looked up and whispered meekly, "My...My win...My wings." She glanced at the wings on the floor- Their magnificent magenta colour had become dark grey, and was beginning to become black at some spots. She gently touched them and muttered something in a low voice. There was another flash of bright light and Annabeth was on the floor, her wounds completely healed. She looked up and laughed. She stood and embraced the younger girl, tears in her eyes, "I thought I would never fly again...Thank you so much...Thank you." She bowed down in front of the girl, smiled at Castiel. "Goodbye Castiel, take care." Saying this, she gave all of them a broad smile and disappeared.

She lifted her hand, clicked her finger and there was a sound of unanimous fluttering of wings. There was a silence for a couple of minutes, in which all Sam and Cas stood up and exchanged puzzled looks- they had not yet seen Gabriella's face. Gabriella sighed and turned to face them all, grinning. Sam looked just as baffled as Dean but Castiel seemed to have recognized her.

"It's been long Castiel," smiled the girl, "Too long." Castiel gave her a smile as she went forward to embrace him, "Sister? They hugged each other and smiled. Dean looked perplexed and so did Sam. He coughed loudly so as to draw their attention. The girl turned and became conscious of their presence again. "I am sorry for being so rude... I guess introductions are in order...The name is Gabriella M..." She paused to correct herself, "Gabriella."

"So you an angel or something," asked Dean as he walked toward the Impala. Gabriella smiled and replied, "What do you think Dean? It's kind of...WOW! That is one hell of a sexy car!" Dean smiled proudly and then turned to face her. "No I thought so...But you seem...way too young. How old are you?"

Gabriella sighed and replied, "Yeah I get that often. I am 15...Angelically of course." Cas interrupted, "What- surely you are over a 1500 humans years old!" "Of course I am, silly. Not your measure, the archangel measure of age." Castiel chocked out, "Surely not THAT old...15, 00,000?" Gabriella winked at him and smiled. Dean managed to ask her, "Then why choose a meat suit that young?" Gabriella stopped abruptly, looked up nervously and whispered, "This isn't a meat suit...I don't need one." Cas stopped too and asked her, "You don't-need-a-vessel? What the hell are you? " Dean and Sam looked nervous too- What was she?

"I am...different...Castiel", were her last words before disappearing into thin air.

"What the hell?"asked Dean. Castiel shrugged his shoulders and said, "She is definitely an angel- But what sort...I can't understand... She is, indeed, very different from any angel I've ever met."

Dean changed the topic to discussing Crowley and Castiel joined in. There was something still nagging Sam's brain. She looked vaguely familiar to him-As though he had known her since ages. Why- Even he couldn't understand that.

In the courtyard of an abandoned church outside of Kansas, he was walking. It had just started raining. He had always liked the rain- it was something which the humans hated and that made him love it. He moved slowly across the courtyard and reached the primeval door. He paused for a second and then snapped his fingers once. The doors opened and he walked inside.

In front of him was the statue of Christ on the cross and in front of it, the girl he had waited for what seemed like a lifetime. The girl, who looked restless till then, suddenly froze as she heard him approaching. Her dark brown hair were tied in a bun and her black dress glimmered in the pale moonlight. "Lucifer", she whispered, uncertainly. He nodded in response. She turned around, a smile on her face. She ran toward him and hugged him, tightly, overjoyed on seeing him.

It isn't her, she didn't come- was all the Morningstar could think as Lilith wrapped herself around him. The Morningstar had not experienced emotions ever since his fall, but he couldn't help feeling forlorn - She had to come today, to see me...Then where is she?

Back in the motel room, Sam sat on the bed with his laptop in front of him. Dean had persuaded Cas to come with him for a round of drinks to celebrate, though Sam had flatly refused. He was confused- How did he and Dean escape the church after Lucifer was released that day? Who had resurrected Castiel? A long time had passed since then but it was a very irksome question. Was it Lucifer? Michael? God?

"OK you can stop the guess work now Sammy- It was me...And no thanks BTW... I think I'll pass." Sam turned around quickly, only to find Gabriella smirking at him as she leaned against the door. "Gabriella?" She walked towards him, "The one and only-In the flesh. You can start the interrogation session now Sammy- I know there is loads you want to know."

"What are you?"

"An Angel."

"What sort?"

"The winged sort"

Sam rolled his eyes.

"I'm not kidding you know- Seriously...what sort of an angel are you?"

"There are 10 levels of angels in the angelical hierarchy- I happen to lie higher up the order than your little winged friend."

"What level are we talking about?"

"Too much information alert! I can't tell you everything right now...It will ruin the fun later Sammy."

"OK- But why are you helping us?"

"Just doing my work sweetheart"

"Do you work for the Devil?"

There was a murderous look in her eyes and the lights started flickering.

"I'd rather burn in hell than work for...him..."

"OK- and thanks by the way...For everything"

She smiled and disappeared, leaving Sam behind with some huge doubts in his mind.

Sam, Dean and Castiel had spent the past month controlling the apocalyptic damage Satan had been making, with frequent help from Gabriella. She had become an integral part of their team- "Team Free Will"- as she had named it. She had come out of nowhere and just blended into their lives so much that it was now difficult of them to imagine living without her. While Castiel remained as serious as always, Gabriella's cheerful demeanour would liven them all up in any situation. She was nowhere near as naive as Castiel- In fact she appeared to be a total contrast to his personality.

In the mean time, Dean had discovered that he was meant to be Michael's true vessel and Sam was meant to be Lucifer's. Zachariah's frequent attempts to force them had always been thwarted Castiel and Gabriella.

One fine morning, as Gabriella walked along the banks of the Nile, she sensed the boys' distress call. "Bastards," she sighed and left immediately.

She landed in the middle of a room which looked a lot like an abandoned factory's boiler room. There was no one to be seen as far as she could look, but then she heard voices coming from the door behind her.

"..The archangel? You know what- Never mind, we've got a friend from upstairs who will tell us exactly who the hell you are," came Sam's voice.

"OK," came another male voice from inside. The sound of this voice made Gabriella's heart skip a beat. She burst the door open and stood there, gaping. Sam and Dean stood next to a man in a tan jacket, who was encircled by a ring of holy fire. All three of them turned towards her in unison. She felt the man's golden eyes staring at her.

"This dude says he is...well...Who's this freak Gibs?" asked Dean.

Tears welled up in Gabriella's eyes- It had been a lifetime since she had seen him last. "Dad," was all Gabriella could say before she threw herself at him, hugging him so hard that he couldn't breathe (not that he needed it).

"Where the hell were you- I waited for so long Gabriel- Where the hell did you go? Do you know how much it hurt? How could you even do this to me?" Gabriella was screaming at him now, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Shush...Calm down darling- I'm here now and I don't plan on going anywhere now... Shh...Just...Breathe Gabriella...Breathe"

He pinned her against his chest, rocking back and forth as she calmed down.

"Hold on – Dad? What's going on Gibs?" Dean asked, utterly baffled by seeing Gabriella like this- She had always been the image of calmness in his head- This was something different.

"Yes he's Gabriel- The archangel. He's my father- He raised me since birth," Gabriella said, smiling weakly as she looked at him.

"Angels have fathers?"

"Told you I'm different- I'm not God's direct creation- I am an archangelic creation."

She explained it all to them- How Gabriel created and raised her on God's command. Gabriel told the rest of his story- Why he left heaven, what was gonna happen now in the apocalypse.

As the five of them walked out of the ware house, Gabriella mumbled to Gabriel, "Don't ever leave again"

"I won't darling- Not unless I die."

Gabriella punched him playfully and walked out.

It was so ironic wasn't it?