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A/N: Missy's Visions
I'm so so sorry! I've got a job now, and it's so hectic around the house. The other day I remembered, "OH SHIT MY FANFIC."
So, here I am... XD
Tears for the Angels
A SUPERNATURAL FAN FICTION
Chapter Four:
A Promise
Gadreel had no clue what to do about the sleeping woman in his arms. He wanted to take her to a shelter better than her truck, for it was confined and stuffy for the both of them to lay in. Releasing her gently from his arms, he moved over to the driver's seat. Gadreel stared at the wheel before him for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Although, a song started to come from Missy's cellphone, which laid on the truck's dashboard, and interrupted his thoughts.
"Everybody plays the fool~ There's no exception to the rule~ Listen, baby~"
Gadreel had no intention of spying, though he was curious. He picked up the phone from the dash, and saw the caller I.D., it read, "666".
Gadreel glared hard at the device, and with a swipe of his finger, he answered the call and put the phone next to his ear.
"Hello, darling, how are you?"
Gadreel knew that voice, the voice he had heard while occupying Sam Winchester. The King of Hell, Crowley. Gadreel became angry, why was this demon contacting Missy?
"Darling?"
"Why are you contacting her, demon?" Gadreel asked with a sneer.
"Ah, the Angel-boy, didn't think you'd be answering, is she alright?"
"Why are you contacting her?" Gadreel asked again, as he glanced over at Missy, seeing she was still pressed up against the door, sleeping.
"Just checking on an investment of mine, and well, seeing as the last Prophet you laid a hand on had his eyes burned out of his bloody skull..." Crowley spoke with a hint of disdain.
Gadreel shut his eyes in shame, "That was a mistake-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses, just take good care of my girl." Gadreel frowned, at the demon's words, staring at the steering wheel below.
"Tell her to call me back, and hands off my investment, flyboy." The phone call ended with a click! and Gadreel put the cell phone back on the dashboard.
The graceless Angel sat there, his hands gripping tightly onto the steering wheel. Wherever he went, he was only reminded of his mistakes, his wrongdoings. He had begged and begged, and even had sacrificed himself so he could be remembered as the one who gave Heaven a second chance...
Gadreel took another look at the Prophet before starting the truck. For now, Gadreel would have to forget his own mistakes, and keep a promise.
Gadreel was knowledgeable of how to drive, his time in Anthony and Sam Winchester had left many human experiences left in his mind, and he was glad he had those, because now he was human.
The keys were still in the ignition, so Gadreel started the car and drove down the dark roads, surrounded by woodlands. The ride was silent, except for the sound of the engine and Missy's light snoring.
He found that he disliked the silence. Gadreel did prefer silence, though in the company of Missy, he had come to enjoy their conversations and the sound of her voice...
Wait...what?
"Where's Gadreel?" Missy glared hard at the Archangel before her. Gabriel had been there the moment she woke up, and wasn't greeted with a "Hi!" or "Where am I?".
Gabriel rolled his whiskey eyes, "He's fine, oh, and you're welcome!" The Archangel pouted, "I get no respect."
Missy sighed, ignoring the Archangel and began looking around at the hospital setting that surrounded them, "What's with the hospital get up?"
"It's an old favorite of mine." Gabriel smirked, and shoved his hands in his scrubs, "Anyway, you're about to wake up. You were out longer than Gadreel."
"Alright." Missy said simply, her hands in her lap as she waited patiently for the Archangel to snap her out of his illusion. Though, he hadn't yet, and Missy became impatient.
Gabriel snickered, "Ah, you've got it to. Isn't this lovely?"
Missy looked at the Archangel, confused, "What?"
"You like Gadreel." Gabriel stated, smirking, "Youuuu like somebody."
The Prophet rolled her eyes, "So what?"
"So what?" Gabriel mocked, "If I remember correctly, you haven't had anything close to a crush since Nathan."
Missy fidgeted at the name, and the Archangel shrugged, "What? You never talk about him, but ya know, perks of being a Guardian. Right?"
"Take me back." Missy growled dangerously, "Now."
Gabriel shrugged again, "Whatever, kiddo. Just sayin', maybe it's time to move on."
Missy was silent as she looked at her hands, "Take me back."
And with a snap of his fingers, the Archangel sent her back to her body. He stood in the empty room, his hands deep in his scrubs as he grinned. The Trickster, the great Archangel Gabriel, was going to play a game.
Once Missy had awoken, her immediate reaction was to sit up straight, and look at her surroundings. She did so, though, she did not remember checking into a hotel last night, or tucking herself under the covers. Maybe it was Gabriel?
'Nah, he's a dick.' she snorted. The crummy hotel room was empty, besides herself. The Prophet turned to the door as the knob turned, and in came Gadreel, looking quiet annoyed, until he saw his companion had awoken. The realization hit her in that moment. Gadreel had done this.
"Missy, you're awake." He walked over the bed, and she nodded hoping her red cheeks weren't noticeable, "Yeah, sorry about the accident thing...visions don't tend to do that."
"It is alright." He said standing awkwardly close to her as she sat up on the bed, though Missy didn't seem to mind.
"I was trying to open the drink dispenser, though it would not open." Gadreel furrowed his brows slightly. The guy's face was almost stone like, and any twitch made his feelings quite obvious.
Missy chuckled, "You mean the vending machine?" She grasped Gadreel's arm so she could lift herself to her feet, and he assisted her by holding her waist ever so gently. She tried to ignore the tingling sensation of his touch by continuing to speak, "Did you put money in it?"
Gadreel retreated his hand to his side, and looked down, almost ashamed, "No..."
"I've got some quarters in the truck," she chuckled, though words continued to slip from her mouth against her will, "Or would you prefer a real drink?"
Gadreel gave her a curious look, "A real drink?"
...
And that was how Gadreel ended up drunk.