Talia
"Well if he's Loki, then who is she?" A woman asked me and Gabriel. We had gone to save the Winchesters, and we- well Gabriel, saved the woman from a Wendigo.
"Name's Chérie-Fleur, I'm his- what was the word?" I asked rhetorically, I was about to say 'assistant' but Gabriel beat me to the chase. I hated the name Chérie-Fleur, I mean it sounded pretty but it wasn't for me. I mean, honey flower? Really?
"Girlfriend." He smirked, I smacked him upside the head. I was oh so close to stabbing him, but then that would leave me with an awkward conversation about angels and tricksters. It would be just awkward and long and even though I'm an angel and can live forever, I don't have the time.
"Assistant." I answered instead. "He's pissed me off too much for me to like him. It's a long story." I smiled friendly at the girl, who looked to the Winchesters for confirmation. They nodded, still wary of Gabriel's intentions. Hell, I would be- no scratch that, I didn't even know. "What are we doing here Gabriel?" He turned around and looked at me, smirk on his face which shot my expression down.
"Oh, nothing, just screwing with the Winchesters Tally" Oh for the love of Daddy. I shook my head, wondering why I had to get stuck with Gabriel. I already have control of my powers, I have no need for Gabriel to 'mentor over me'. They could have at least put me with Castiel or Balthazar if they could, bless his soul, I'd probably even get along with Raphael. "Well, I can see we're not very welcome here, Chérie, we best get going." He winked at me and I sighed. We're going to put them into a parallel dimension again. I stared at him blankly. We both snapped our fingers and the surroundings changed into something fresh out of an awesome graphic video game.
"What did you do?" Dean scowled at us. It was very obvious he hated both of us, well maybe a little more me because I got to kill him when we did a mystery spot and repeat trick. That was epic. Basically, I may have screwed another few ways with the Winchesters.
"Oh hush Dean, just make your way through the game and we'll see where we stand if you live. You all got 5 lives. Be careful." I said before snapping myself and Gabriel out of there. It was a bit like a video game in the sense that there was crappy music, easy and hard levels. Only differences is that a- there were no replays, so once you died after the 5th life goes, you die and b- we're in the actual game itself, just to make it a little more fun.
"Nice going kiddo." I rolled my eyes. I may be significantly younger than him but I'm not a kid. Although I do miss being a kid. I got taught how to fly by Balthazar, Castiel and Gabriel, hell, I even think I got taught by Michael but I don't remember. But what I do remember is that my powers caused a lot of havoc and I had the sneaky habit of disappearing.
As I sat cross-legged on the cliff face, Gabriel laying on his elbows next to me, I remembered my childhood. The flying lessons, the frequent lectures of not disappearing, the magic lessons. I remember then Castiel and Balthazar having to go off to fight in the war and by that time Gabriel had disappeared from the face of Heaven. Since I was the only other angel with these powers, I couldn't be taught anything new. So I ended up leaving heaven and searching for Gabriel. I could tell it was him easily. His 3 sets of wings are pretty hard to miss. When I found him, Michael must've been following me, and then we got snapped straight back into heaven. Once the abandonment lecture was over with, since I was and still am one of the youngest angels in existence, Michael reluctantly handed over his trust to Gabriel to look after me and since I had his powers, he was to teach me on how to use them. I slumped my shoulders and my expression changed. "Tally." I turned over my shoulder and faced him with a given up look. "Are you okay?" It's probably the most normal and calm moment we've had; and I wouldn't have changed it. I turned round to face the view and didn't answer. "Thinking about heaven?"
I nodded, I tended to have these little remembrance moments often, especially more now since we've been screwing with the Winchesters and now that they know about Castiel. I rarely get to see Castiel now, I doubt he'd remember me. He always used to be confused when I started magic-ing candy from out of nowhere. Gabriel just smiled and Balthazar just shook his head and complained at how something so cute and sweet wasn't more related to him. He was comparing me to Gabriel. I didn't appreciate that then and I don't appreciate now.
"C'mon, we should get back to the game. The Winchesters won't screw themselves." I tried a failed attempt at humour. But even I could see it was miserable. Gabriel snapped his fingers and we were back into the game, the Winchesters and the girl were on level two. A seemingly empty and easy haunted house. They had almost finished, finding the key to get out, however wasn't so easy. I hid it in a blindingly obvious place, but it was still so hidden that no one seemed to think to look there. There was a jar of pure salt on the half broken table in the centre. It wasn't the only thing on the table so it blended in. Gabriel zoomed himself into the next level whilst I made myself invisible and pushed the jar clear off the table so it broke, breaking the sound of murmurs from the winchesters and the girl. They all swerved around and noticed the change in surroundings. The key stuck out like a sore thumb or like Gabriel being anywhere. From my point of view anyway since I can see his wings.
Dearest Sammy picked up the key and unlocked the door which led to a normal looking garden. Wrong. The words "LEVEL 3" flashed up in neon green letters and the location switched. So we'll fast forward a bit here. Our game was a basic 10 level game. With 10 being the hardest. Okay, by the time we got to level 10, good ol' big brother Dean had 2 lives, the girl had 2 but Sammy was down to just one. Now for this one, we were having a lot of fun just randomly dragging enemies from random video games. Our favourites were from final fantasy, mine- Vincent Valentine, cuz he's a badass and cute as hell; and Gabe's was Sephiroth, I have no idea why. Both jackasses though so they have something in common. Okay, so we were down to the boss battle, Dean and Bree (I finally learned her name) were fighting Vincent and just random low level enemies, Sammy had sneaked off the find one of the few weapons we hid around the arena. But Sephiroth had come up behind him and I shot Gabriel a worried look. Since he's like the Prince of Cool, he ignored me and my worried expression, as per usual. As Sammy started to turn around, Sephiroth raised his Nodachi (Japanese sword) and that's when something in me flipped. I grabbed a common fighting sword straight out of England and blocked Seph's blow, pushing Sammy backwards with one hand. I snapped up another sword and stabbed his stomach as he had both hands on his sword and still pushing with a huge amount of force. "End the game Loki." I shot a glare to Gabriel who ended the game with a snap. Seph and the rest of them disappeared and we went back to where we started. Wherever we started actually was. I turned to face Gabriel, who actually looked confused and beaten down for once. I may have just shut him up. Oh dear Daddy.
"You saved me." Sammy stuttered, pulling himself up off the ground. Nahhh, I just let you die and we're in heaven. Really. My vessel's blue eyes flickered over to him and then to Dean and Bree who were just confused.
"Of course." I murmured, unsure of how to answer. I felt awkward and I couldn't take the amount of eyes staring at me. Even though it was only 4 pairs, it felt like a million. I snapped myself out of there quicker than you can say archangel. I left Gabriel to explain or maybe not explain. But at that moment in time I just wanted to be alone and maybe think about things. Well a lot of things. The pang of hurt in my chest when I saw Sammy get hurt in level 5 and the heart beats I missed in level 10 when I was hoping Sammy would survive on his own. Which was definitely not the case. Damn it. Why am I feeling these feelings, this sympathy. I don't know anymore.