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Well, here's chapter two Let me know what you think.(: I'm quite pleased with it to be honest.

Gwen was sitting at the table in Bobby's kitchen, staring down at the piece of paper in front of her. The thought of bringing her father out of Lucifer's cage haunted her mind. All the other angels believed that Michael was admirable and it was Lucifer who was the sinner, it Gwen's eyes, it was the other way around. Michael was once loved by God and everyone who came to know him, but Gwen never did.

Her thoughts wondered to Gabriel. She let out a defeated sigh, taking a sip of the wine in the glass on table. Her uncle had raised her when Michael had pushed her away. No one knew the heart Gabriel really had. He never wanted to be part of the fighting; he only wanted it to stop.

She watched the dark red liquid as it sloshed around in the glass. The liquid resembled blood too much for her taste, but she had never acquired a taste for beer or whiskey. The bottle of scotch she had taken from Crowley was already gone, there hadn't been much left but it been worth it anyway. Her fingers traced the tattered edges of the stained piece of paper lying on the table. She had spent almost a week trying to decipher the damn thing, but so far, nothing. The more she read, the angrier she became. She knew fucking around with Crowley was bad news, but when it involved the welfare of humanity, it always became a dirty game he played.

Over the last 9,000 years, it felt as if everything had been taken from her. She was robbed of a father, a husband, children, her wings, white dresses, and even her very existence. The only thing she had left was her grace, which Michael had left intact. She could still hear his voice in the depths of her mind. The voices of the various vessels, most recently Adam. It had left her disconnected from heaven with a bitter taste in the back of her mouth and sour feelings toward Michael that she hadn't yet come to terms with.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the sight of a word that sparked her interest. Crowley had played her ever more than she could have ever imagined. Gabrielwas written in corner of the paper. She knew it! There was always a catch. Resurrecting a human was a quick and easy job, but when you throw an Archangel into the mix, it drained almost all of her power. It had to be done.

She took one last long sip of wine before placing her glass in the sink. She closed up all the books, stacking them up in the corner of the table. She folded up the piece of paper, adding more wrinkles to its fading surface.

"You've been reading a lot more lately." Dean said, stepping up behind her. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"It's nothing." Gwen shook her head. She felt the guilt starting to weigh on her. "Just trying to see if I could find anything to help."

"Ah." Dean nodded. "Well, you find anything?"

"Nothing that would really make impact. They don't necessarily write a book on killing God." She said sarcastically, grinning up at him.

Dean smirked, resisting the urge to stare down her shirt. He glanced down, but looked back up quickly.

"Smooth, Dean. Real smooth. And subtle." She rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should go get laid."

Dean shook her head. "Not right now." He frowned. "I'm still worried about Sam."

"Me too." Gwen nodded. "Dammit, Castiel.." She mumbled to herself, pulling her cellphone from her back pocket. She unlocked the touch screen phone in her hand. "You need anything, sweetheart?" She really did love these boys. It hurt her so much more when she realized there was nothing she could do.

"No, I'm fine." Dean gave her a small smile. "Wait, I do have a question." He frowned.

"What?" She pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"I read something about.. Michael's Massacre." He watched the expression on her face change. "He killed your children."

Gwen looked away from him, hiding the anger in her eyes. "That was a long time ago, Dean. That part of my life is behind me."

"How is it you know Cas so well?" He crossed his arms.

"How do you know about that?" She whirled around to face him, narrowing her eyes.

"Like I said, I read it.." Dean held his hands up, trying to showing her he meant no harm.

"I-I have to go.." She disappeared before he could say anything else to add fuel to the already blazing fire.


Gwen was once again facing the side of Crowley's trailer, the angel proofing symbols doing nothing to keep her out. She slid her hand into her back pocket, pulling out the piece of paper. She appeared inside the small kitchen. "Honey, I'm home." She smirked when Crowley came up out of his chair.

"Well, isn't this lovely." Crowley's smile was cruel. "It took you a little longer to figure it out than I thought it would. Let's drink to it, shall we?"

She watched as he poured them both a small glass of scotch. "The rest of that bottle was great, thanks." She leaned back against the counter.

"Of course, darling." He sneered. "Anything you want. Your wish is my command, you know that."

"Always," She rolled her eyes, taking a sip from the glass.

"Never forget it." Crowley whispered from behind her. "You know, you're missing one simple clue, love. You're looking far too hard for the things you need."

"What do you mean?" Gwen frowned, turning around to face him.

"Think about it." Crowley rolled his eyes. "Do you really believe Lucifer would kill his own brother?"

"I was there. He's dead, Crowley. I saw it all." Gwen shook her head. "I saw his wings."

"You saw what Lucifer willed you to see. How can an angel like you not understand that?" Crowley downed the rest of his drink, closing his eyes. He loved the burning feel of the alcohol. It was a very welcome sensation.

"Are you saying I have to pull him from perdition?" Gwen asked, watching Crowley closely.

"You got it." Crowley placed the cap back on the bottle of scotch.

"Why do I need Gabriel?" Gwen inquired, narrowing her eyes.

"Why do you need Gabriel?" Crowley asked mockingly. "Only an Archangel can help you open the cage now. And since the others are'dead,' he made quotations with his fingers, "It's supposed tostay closed."

"I knew I'd find you here.." A piercing voice came from above as Castiel emerged in front of them.

"Castiel.." Gwen took a deep breath, looking away.

He nodded silently. "You can't hide from me, Gwen. You are, once again, an Angel of the Lord."

"I pledged my allegiance to saving Sam and Dean, not to you." Gwen seethed, stepping forward as excruciating pain racked her whole entire body. She felt as if she was being burned from the inside out. She let out a loud scream, falling to her knees.

"I don't want to have to kill you, Gwen." Castiel said softly, increasing the pain.

Gwen collapsed onto the floor, no longer able to scream. The pain was too much to take. The blood inside her vessel began to boil. Sweltering tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving burnt and bloody spots in their wake. "C-Cas.." She managed to choke out.

"Finally come to smite me, have you?" Crowley asked, pouring himself a shot. "Before you do, let me have this one last drink." He lifted the shot glass to his mouth, but it disappeared from his hand.

"This doesn't involve you, Crowley." Castiel leaned down to Gwen, touching two fingers to her forehead retracting the pain from her body. "This is your last chance. When I come for you again you will pledge your allegiance to meor I will destroy you." In Gwen's mind, he forced the images of their dead children into her mind. She caught a quick glimpse of Luke, but before she could ask questions, it was gone. The projection began to transform, the faces of her children became those of Sam and Dean. She saw them wrapped in chains, tattered and bruised with dried blood caked onto their skin.

Gwen shook her head quickly, hoping the images would fade from her memory. She could taste the salt from her tears, the burns on her face stung as they healed.

"An angel.. Should never touch the ground." Castiel said with a tone distaste before he vanished from their sight.


"C'mon.." Crowley frowned, pulling Gwen up off the floor. For the first moment in his time as a demon, he hated seeing someone in pain. He couldn't bear seeing her like this. Castiel had her by the throat, he could see it now.

"I'm fine." Gwen shook her head again, her face in her hands. "I'm fine.." She paused. "I.. I need your help." Never once had Gwen ever asked for his help. "Bringing Gabriel back."

"Come with me," he sighed irritably. He extended his hand. Crowley decided he would do Gwen this one little favor and when it was over, she was on her own again. He cared too much about his own life and his position over Hell. He wouldn't let her compromise any of it. The faster it was done, the faster he could hide.


Gwen stood with Crowley inside the empty barn somewhere not far from his trailer, her body still throbbing from the pain. If Castiel would have tried it on a human, they would have died instantly. Gwen was unfortunately an angel. Her wounds healed straight away. She never had to worry about disease or even growing older. She had been in the same vessel since the Massacre. She watched as he made a large gash in his hand with a jagged blade, dripping the blood into the shape of a pentagram. She noticed the odd look of pleasure on his face.

Crowley's lips moved slowly as he mumbled the Latin words under his breath. Being in charge of hell definitely had its perks. He closed his eyes as the ground beneath him began to rumble. He could hear the sound of the gates opening, the tortured screams of the ones beneath. A large fissure formed in front of him, getting larger by the second. The concrete underneath them disappearing.

Gwen had seen resurrections before, but never someone being pulled from the depths of hell. She could feel her heart pounding in the chest of her vessel. Then, before her eyes, Gabriel appeared. The body of his vessel was bloody and beaten, but surprisingly he had enough strength to be standing on his feet. His clothes were torn and burnt. Her eyes widened and she took a step forward, but Crowley stuck an arm out to stop her.

"Wait..." He whispered, watching Gabriel through his narrowed eyes. Gabriel's eyes so dark and vacant, Crowley believed he had been possessed.

"Gwen." Gabriel's wounds healed immediately as he popped the knuckles on his right hand. "What a pleasant surprise.." He took a look around the barn.

Gwen could sense the difference in Gabriel. His aura was darker now, all his emotions buried beneath the surface. "I need your help, Gabe."

"You want to open the cage.." Gabriel speculated, running a hand through his hair. "Why me?"

"Because only an Archangel, or Castiel, can open the cage now." Gwen looked down at the front tips of the stiletto heels on her feet. "I believe Lucifer can unleash his true power and defeat Castiel.."

"And what happens afterwards? Hm?" Gabriel asked sarcastically. "Do me, you, Lucifer, Raphael, and Michael go back to being a happy family?"

"Michael and Lucifer will be bound to me." Gwen held her hand up. "Just like you are now."

"You can't bind the Archangels, Gwen. You know better." Gabriel took a small step forward.

"We have to defeat Castiel.. If we don't, he's going to kill anyone who doesn't bow down to him. Like Sam and Dean." She paused. "A-And Luke."

"Castiel wouldn't kill your son." Gabriel lowered his voice slightly.

"I don't know anymore." Gwen mumbled. "You don't understand, I have to save them.."

"I told you not to get attached!" Gabriel said harshly.

"They saved me. From Michael. I owe them both my life." Gwen snapped. She knew arguing with Gabriel was pointless, but for once she knew she was right. "We both know now that your father has disappeared, Lucifer's true power will be returned to him."

Gabriel lowered his gaze to the ground, the portal below them returning to their sight. He closed his eyes, raising his arms above his head.

The screams returned, but louder this time. Gwen could hear the sounds of chains being rattled and the squeak of a door being opened little by little. She pulled the paper from her back pocket and grabbed the knife from Crowley's hand. She made a large laceration to her palm, her blood dripping into the blazing hole beneath them. The words on the paper poured from her lips when she heard the sound the gates slamming beneath her.

"Well, look who it is." Lucifer stood across from Gwen with his brother Michael at his side. "If it isn't the Dynamic Duo, Gwen and Gabriel."

Michael narrowed his eyes. "You foolish girl.." The words were Michael's, but came from the lips of Adam.

"Hello, father." Gwen wore a sinister smirk. "Nice to see you again."

Michael rushed toward Gwen only to be thrown back to the ground roughly, the dust of the concrete filling his eyes.

"Ah, ah, ah.." Gwen shook her head. "Not this time.." For the first time in her long life, she had control over her father. He could no longer harm her or even attempt to. Maybe, after all these years, she would avenge her children and find her son. Little did they know, they were soon to become Gwen's greatest weapons.