Part of me says the coffee is fine to drink, and the other says it could be poisoned because that's the type of world we live in. But the sweet aroma pulls me in as well as my sleep deprived mind. I take the lid off and down majority of the coffee on the way back to my trusty jeep.

I hop inside and find myself in the exact same position I was in a few moments ago. Annoyed, clueless about what we're dealing with, and nothing to gank. "People continue to die and get probed but on the upside I have coffee from a guy."

My engine starts and I drive around, not knowing where I'm going and not exactly having a destination. I park near the campus library and take in all the different students and professors walking about. It's close to the building that professor jumped from. My mind wonders back to the janitor.

"Jesus, Liv." I shake my head and push my car door open. I make my way towards the old, creaky library and mentally prepare myself for the hours of folklore I'm about to look into.

I place my phone on the wooden table, awaiting on a call from Sam or Dean. A pile of books sit on the table and as I open one dust flies away from the cover. Time passes slowly and I fight to keep my eyes open. I make it through one book and my head swells at the new knowledge of Demi-Gods. I grab the remaining books and head towards check out.

"Mythology class?" The middle aged man behind the counter asks me as he looks at my reading choices.

"Yeah, it's killer." He nods at my statement and passes my books back my way.

The drive back to 's is silent. No radio. The windows weren't down. A few people roam the sidewalks given the fact the weather is so nice after the rain earlier. My head pounds as I think of the janitor who has become my mysterious man, and the fact that I'm overly concerned about a freakin' guy than making sure this thing killing people in my childhood town is ganked.

I pull my jeep into it's parking spot and swing my door open only to hit something followed by an audible groan. "Oh! I'm so sorry I wasn't even-"

"Is that your thing? Do you hit guys that buy you coffee with your car door? I see you and stop to say hello and I get a car door to the forehead?" My cheeks flush and I can't seem to start spouting more apologies fast enough. I think back to him leaving the coffee shop so suddenly and my response to him is quick tongued.

"Is your thing disappearing after buying girls coffee?" I finally close the door shut and he grins at my response.

He snaps his fingers and points at me, "Ah, I knew I liked you for a reason."

"What are you doing here?" I pause in my excitement of seeing him to realize a small cut is on his forehead. "Looks like you gotta make a trip to the nurse." I click my tongue and pull him towards Mrs. Goodwin's home. "I have a first aid kit in my room."

Here's to hoping he doesn't leave so quickly and or that Sam and Dean don't call me. He looks me over before taking a breath, "Nurse, huh?"

I just continue to push him through the front door.

"Oh dear," calls as she see's me and this strange man bleeding.

"It's fine, I promise." I wave her off with a slight laugh and hope she doesn't worry too much.

"Yeah, she's a nurse." He scoffs as I usher him down the hall and into my room. He sits in a chair by the old wooden table with scattered newspapers and books on it. He surveys the area, looking at my bag thrown at the foot of my bed, the books I have sitting by the night stand, and the trash can filled with coffee cups.

"I'm so sorry about this," I dab the cut and clean it up, I pray it doesn't continue to bleed and I'm surprised when it actually stops. "You're a crazy fast healer...that's really odd-" I mumble while standing back but he interrupts.

"That's really odd that you're still in town? Yeah, it is, shouldn't you be about done with that story?" He cocks an eyebrow upwards.

"Uh, yeah," I can do better than that, "I mean, yes. I'm mostly done, I have a little time before the absolute finalization is due to the office but.." my mind trails as I spit complete bullshit from my mouth. "Something on this college campus has piqued my interest." That isn't necessarily a lie.

His eyes lock with mine as his lips pull upward, "it's me, isn't?" He sighs and takes a breath before continuing his overdramatized speech, "See, this is exactly what I didn't want to happen. The whole no name thing was to try and prevent you falling for me but," he clicks his tongue while standing from the chair, his arms swoop wide, "here we are now. You've decided to stay in this town longer because of me. I'm honored."

"Tch," I laugh and place my cloth and bottle of disinfectant on the table, "Not at all."

His eyes roll to the left, "Keep trying to deny it, fine."

Part of me feels bad for not trying to figure out what kind of creature we're dealing with. I'm off with a guy in my room making flirtatious eyes and wishing I would have brought him in to stay the night last time. "I think I will keep denying it, I mean, I'm doing a pretty good job at it now." I take the cloth and bottle to the bathroom, I can hear him stand and I'm sure it's him leaving.

Turning around and entering the room again, he's simply looking into the floor length mirror near the dresser. He's admiring the cut on his upper temple when he catches my gaze on him. "It looked a lot worse when we were outside," I walk closer to examine the cut after my comment. His arm brushes against mine and we both simultaneously pull closer together.

He smells of sweet caramel chocolate and it's dangerously intoxicating. I catch myself locking gazes with him and my heart jumps. Something about him is pure and soft. I find myself craving it more than anything. "Question," I speak softly, allowing him to lean closer to hear me talk for once.

"Answer," he responds quickly, his eyes never leave my face.

"Why'd you leave the coffee shop so quickly?"

My eyes squint waiting, he shrugged his shoulders before answering, "I had something to take care of." I begin to ask what business, he's a janitor after all. "But," he lingers on the word while pulling me closer to him by grabbing my hands loosely and then snaking his hands around my waist, "I couldn't stay away for too long. Obviously." His tone is matter of fact as he stands before me.

I begin to wonder how he does it. Appearing just long enough to pique my interest, leaving, and appearing after I've spent a good amount of time thinking about him. I laugh and shake my head, he gives me a questionable look, "I should be working but yet.."

"I thought your story was nearly done?"

"It's more like a new story I've been placed on, just some..odd things that have been happening lately."

"Ah," he snaps his fingers, "you mean like the alligator in the sewer?"

"You heard about that?" I pull away some, searching him for answers.

"Who in town hasn't? Served the guy right."

I look him over with furrowed brows, "You really think so?"

"Of course! What comes around go around."

His words cause a click in my brain as I search for my phone,"I'm so sorry but, I have to go." I grab my keys and open the door to leave while he follows me in a confused manner.

We walk out the front door, I wave off Mrs. Goodwin and she says to be safe. As I go to jump in my jeep I turn on my heels and let my mouth crash on his.

It's shocking and short lived. His hands are quick to grab my back as I'm pulling away, "Thank you!" I leave his arms and as I'm starting my jeep to head back to Sam and Dean's motel, I noticed 's house received an exterior makeover. And as I think about the inside, the peeling wall papers had been replaced with fresh paint.

I break nearly every law driving to the motel. I all but knock their door down to give them my news. "It's a trickster, a Demi-God. It finally hit me what we're dealing with." my breath is short and my eyes land on Bobby, "Oh, Bobby, I didn't think you were here yet."

His mouth twitches, "Shut up and sit down. I already knew what you three idjits were dealing with." Dean and Sam both open their mouth to say something to me but Bobby snaps at them, "At least Olivia had the common sense to piece things together after awhile." The boys both look towards the floor while I take a seat near them, waiting for words from Bobby.


Authors Note:

Wow! I haven't updated since last year! I'm so sorry, I had to. Anyways-you guys are some dedicated little readers. Again, thank you all for the favorites, reading, and following! With a new semester approaching fast I'm trying to write a lot of chapters in advance because I truly do not want to go so long without updating. As far as the length of this story...I will most likely end it after 10 chapters (maybe, that's a nice number and I feel like it leaves room to wrap things up where I want them). I can promise that when it ends it will be left open for the possibility of continuing/sequel/whatever you guys wanna call it. Because lets be honest, I'm always going to love writing about Gabriel as long as you guys continue to stick around.

Side note not at all relating to this or Supernatural: I saw The Force Awakens and wow I thought I was Star Wars trash before...I'm like a trash queen now. After this story is finished, I will most likely throw some TFA one shots out there. Anyone in favor? If not I'll still be trash and post them if I ever get around to write any.

- Simply-Colleen