I don't like Harper. I will not. I cannot. In fact, I hate her.

I hate her and her minuscule height, and honey-glossed eyes, and the mischevious curve of her lips, and messy golden hair that would look really familiar combed back behind her ears... No. Hate. Loathe. Snap out of it.

"What the FUCK is going on?"

"What?" I snapped back to attention, a bit alarmed at the girl's frustrated shout. Dean looked at me and threw up his arms symbolizing how done he was with everything for the day.

"Well, we do owe her an explanation. You do that, and I'll be at a bar." With a quick glance at Harper he swallowed the rest of that sentence (scoping for hot chicks) and headed for the door. Great, now I'm stuck with her.

She looked to me expectantly and I sat at the table, knowing this was going to take awhile. She followed me and, gathering up all the patience I had, looked her in the eyes to begin. "So you're probably not going to believe this..."

After what seemed like hours of explaining to a surprisingly quiet and attentive archangel girl, I took a breath and waited for her reaction.

"So, I am an archangel."

"Gabriel, yes."

"And what he did, that was all true?"

"Yep, all of it."

She paused. "He sounds like a dick."

I gave a light laugh, mumbling mostly to myself. "Yeah, a great big bag of dicks..."

She leaned back in her chair and sighed before saying, "Well, what are we waiting for Sammich? Are we going to find a spell for this mess or not?"

Dumbstruck, I couldn't help but ask, "Wait, you want to be turned back?" Now it was her turn to laugh.

"My current life isn't too spectacular if that's what you mean, Samalam."

"Don't you want to stay yourself, like what if you forget everything, and who you ever were?"

"If that does happen, and I'm betting on it, then it was never my life in the first place. Better to just go with who you're supposed to be than keep fighting to be someone you never were, right? I'll just, play my role."

I held my tongue, because this girl was dangerously similar to Gabriel, in more ways than just looks and humour.

So I think my day goes on the top twenty list of strangest days to ever occur. But I can only imagine how fucked up those boys' days get.

It's pretty nice, I suppose, knowing I'm an archangel. Even if I forgot all of my powers, abilities, and past. Judging by Sam's stories, though, I was kind of insensitive with a bitchin' sense of humour and taste in food. I sound pretty awesome, besides the whole kill-Dean-for-one-hundred-Tuesdays ordeal, but I think I can overlook that and forgive myself.

I'm not sure what's up with Sammich but frankly I'm liking it. My (hilarious despite what Dean thinks) comments are actually getting to him. Mostly he gets bitchy but there's always this fleeting moment of affection, whether it's a red tinge to his cheeks or a girly quirk of his lips resembling a smile. I should really joke around more often, I never thought of it as a serious flirting technique.

It's a few days after Bowlegs came home from some chick's house in the morning, looking like a man who just won the World Series (or scored a really hot piece of ass). Sam has been searching endlessly for spells to bring my memories back, without any luck, I might add. Most of the time we just hang around the motel, researching, drinking, or listening to Drama Queen Dean complain about his missing angel. Every once in awhile they allow themselves some daylight, with a lot of encouragement from me, and we go out for coffee, more grumbling, and research.

I was laying on one of the motel beds, popping chocolate into my mouth and listening to the frantic click of a laptop keyboard under Sam's fingers as I shook my foot in boredom. Dean was out buying the essentials: beer, pie, and candy. Focusing my gaze on the concentrated hunk of stress hunched over his laptop, I let out a loud, exasperated sigh. Sam glanced at me, but kept his gaze on the screen as he mumbled, "Stop it."

I sat up. "Stop what?" I smiled innocently enough.

"Staring at me."

"Why not?" Unwrapping a Snickers bar as I tilted my head with the words.

"It's distracting." I raised an eyebrow. Distracting?

"So is your ass but you don't seem to have a problem flaunting it around for all the girls to see," I stated simply, eyeing the candy between my fingers.

He straightened up a little and turned in his chair to face me as he retorted, "Actually I keep it well hidden under jeans and a jacket."

"That's a damn shame." I responded before returning eye contact as I slowly bit off the chocolate. Sam cleared his throat and turned back to his laptop, a red tinge creeping up under his collar. That little gesture made my candy taste a little bit sweeter.

The satisfaction was gone when Castiel, the angel with impeccable timing, appeared in the middle of the room. I yelped and nearly choked on my candy. Sam only flinched a bit when he heard Cas' voice. "Sam, Harper, where's Dean?" Of course that's what he asks first.

"Your boyfriend's out shopping for toys so you two can go and fuck out your feelings for eachother." I responded, rolling my eyes and dripping with sarcasm.

That seemed to have confused Cas, if not frighten him. "I don't understa-"

"Dean's out getting food," Sam corrected, throwing me a glare which earned an uncooperative smirk from me.

"Oh." Cas looked like he might hurt himself for a moment, trying to figure out what I had meant. He rid the thought from his mind and held up a piece of old cloth. "I found the spell to bring Gabriel's memories back."

Cool. Sam's eyes widened in surprise. "Great, Cas. I'll go text Dean." Oh, but he didn't need to because our prince in plaid armor opened the door with two plastic bags before Sam could reach his phone.

"Cas," He sounded happy and angry at the same time. "What's going on?"

"He found the spell to bring Gabriel's memories back," Sam explained. Castiel held the cloth out to Dean with a hint of childlike pride. Dean took it unceremoniously after setting the bags down and examined the faded material.

"Do we have the materials?"

"Nothing too hard to find, I'll be back with the ingredients."

Sam looked back to me. "Harper, are you ready for this?" He sounded like he was speaking to a child with a wooden sword about to fight a fire-breathing dragon.

"Yeah," I responded, shrugging. I unwrapped another piece of candy and chewed nervously.

Once the boys and Castiel had mixed and poured their freaky ingredients into a bowl to be lit on fire or something, I was hesitant. "Wait," I said, interrupting Dean's chant. "Let me just have a few minuted to say goodbye..." I started.

Dean threw me an incredulous look. "Say goodbye to what?"

I glanced at Sam.

"My vagina." A familiar look of disgust from Dean as the boys gave a confused glance at my crotch area. "Yep, I'm gonna miss this stupid son of a bitch." I said as I patted my stomach and threw myself into the motel bathroom. Muffled voices could be heard through the door but I just stood, confused and scared and mad at myself for being confused and scared. I should be happy I'm returning to my old self, right?

A knock on the door shook me from the emotional war rattling in my skull. "Harper?" Shit. It's Sam.

"Can I come in?" He asked awkwardly. I froze. After a moment of silence he started again. "Unless you're actually, um..." Should I tell him I'm masturbating?

I decided against it and opened the door. Moose looked relieved as he realized I was not, in fact, getting off in the bathroom. He stepped in the tiny bathroom with a self-concious glance towards a pissed off Dean and impatient Cas. They probably had wonderful angry sex.

"I just needed to say goodbye." I mumbled, concentrating on a fascinating wall tile.

"To your- vagina?" Sam asked, eyes narrowed in puzzlement.

Confidence began to manifest itself when I saw his small smile. "That," I began, smirk playing on my lips. "And another stupid son of a bitch..."

His brow furrowed in confusion once more as he began to speak. "Wha-?" and I couldn't help but lean forward on my tiptoes and peck him on his mouth that never seemed to stop talking.

The kiss certainly shut him up, and definitely left me a bit giddy as I whispered, "Goodbye, Sammykins."

He brought his hand up to his mouth like he wanted to wipe the kiss from his lips, but instead rested his fingers on his lips in shock. Deciding that was a good thing, I strolled from the bathroom and to where Dean and Cas were waiting. "Well, let's get this show on the road."

She kissed me. He kissed me? No, it was a she. He was a she, for the moment. That was- unexpected. I thought she was just kidding? Why did she kiss me? I want to just wipe it off and forget it but it feels- good. It was dirty just how chaste it was. Why did she kiss me?

...Goddamnit Gabriel.