AN: Hi! I just wanted to let all who read this that Arielle is not my character. I am tying in a few stories throughout this one and the first one to do that is Arielle from lioness lullaby's "The Sister Archangel, Arielle." Savannah, who is coming in next, is also lioness lullaby's from "For the Love of a Trickster". I strongly suggest reading them (They are really great stories!), though you will still be able to read this story with no problems (I think…. I hope…). Thank you and enjoy the story!

"It's good to see you too." She said coming towards me with a smirk on her face. "I understand you go by Angel now."

"I was named that because I don't know my real name." I said stepping to meet her. Talking with her was like I had never lost my memory at all, it was so familiar.

"So it's true, you can't remember anything?" She asked her smile fading.

"When I sleep I relive random memories, but some of them are less than pleasant." I said. "I have had to repress the dreams by drinking lately."

Arielle looked to Crowley, who just shrugged at her. "I told you not to expect much, love."

"How long have you been watching me?" I asked severely creeped out that they knew things that I haven't told them.

"Just since Sam came back and led Crowley straight to you. When your mom died, I lost track of you completely." She said. "Your father gave up all hope and believes you're dead."

"That's why I wanted to find you: Who is my father?" I asked quickly. "Why does everyone want me dead?"

Arielle went to speak, making me believe that my journey was almost done, but Crowley stepped in and interrupted her. "I wouldn't tell her just yet." I just looked at him. "Well, you wouldn't want to destroy your pretty, little mind would you?"

"Damn! I forgot about that." Arielle cursed sitting on a chair. "Come on, it's only a 2:1 chance, right?"

Crowley just chuckled and went to the small bar in the corner of the room.

"Wait, what does all of this have to do with my mental state?" I asked sitting on the sofa across from Arielle.

"When Zachariah tried to kill you, you put a barrier around your memories to protect the plan." Crowley explained causing Arielle to growl at the mention of Zachariah. "If we just blow a hole in the wall, your whole psyche could crumble down."

"Well I've remembered things without breaking my head so far, so there has to be some way to do this." I said willing to do anything to figure all this out.

"You will need to sleep." Arielle said seriously, dropping all playful sarcasm she once held.

I am willing to do anything but that.

"No. There has to be another way." I said getting up and pacing.

"Angel-"

"Do you know what Zachariah did to me?" I asked interrupting Arielle. "Or, even worse, do you know what Alistair did to me? I don't want to relive that."

I was bordering hysteria, but I couldn't go through that again. I felt everything that happened and I couldn't do a thing about it. I felt my breathing become shallow and rapid as I thought about everything. Right as I felt myself slipping into a panic attack, a thoughtful look fell on Arielle's face.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of it before?" She said hoping up off the chair. "I know someone who can help."

Before I could ask what she was talking about, she disappeared exactly the way Cas does.

"I guess I will be off as well." Crowley said heading for the exit.

"Wait, why are you working together to help me. Both of your races are trying to kill me." I said wary of him.

"This plan could save my ass." He said in his proper British accent.

"What is this plan and how does it save you?" I was beginning to get a tad annoyed with the cryptic messages.

"That, my dear, I cannot tell you." He said cockily. "We wouldn't want that precious mind of yours to shatter."

If he wasn't such an ass, I think I would really like him.

Crowley left me to my own devices, which caused me three hours of hell. I didn't have any alcohol (Crowley had taken the scotch from the under stocked bar with him.) and I was running off of three hours of sleep. Finally, by the fourth hour my body began to betray me and I fell asleep.

My mind must really hate me.

"He will be in the hospital for a self induced seizure; it will be the best time to inject him." The man said.

The same introverted world and the same man, but I knew that this memory was safe.

"It will be an easy in and out mission, don't worry." I said with a small laugh. "How's Lilith doing?"

Wait, Lilith? The final seal?

"She is clueless as ever, showing great progress." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Excellent. We don't have to wait much longer." I said with a hopeful tone.

Who is this man?!

The memory began to shift into a dark room and my body pain to hurt from various cuts and bruises. I began to have a panic attack when Alistair appeared from the darkness holding a gun to my head.

"Tell me what I want to know and all of this will end." He said with sympathy I knew was fake.

I had wanted to give up, to tell him everything, and make the pain go away, but I also had known that if I told him millions would die.

"Eat me." I said with a fading strength.

A mischievous smirk grew on his twisted lips as he pulled the trigger only to have a blank fire, destroying my hearing. Then it all began happening again, the cuts, the pain, and the mental exhaustion. I fought to wake up, but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I screamed at the cut to my chest and tried harder to wake up.

"Awake." A male command called. I opened my eyes hoping to see Dean, but I saw an older man with balding black hair sitting in front of me.

"Are you alright?" Arielle asked me from behind the man.

"I'm fine. Thank you." I said to the man. He saved me from that torture and I was beyond grateful.

"Now, I do believe I have the right to know why I was intruded upon and transported to this place." He said turning to Arielle after nodding to me.

"You didn't tell him?" I asked as Arielle just gave us an innocent smile and rocked on her heels.

"Fine!" She said when she realized that we weren't falling for her little ploy. "She put up a block around her memories and we need to take it down. I was worried that she may shatter her consciousness if Crowley or I did it."

"And what makes you think that I would willingly help you?" The man asked relaxing back into his seat.

Arielle looked at him and snapped her fingers causing a meatball sandwich to appear before him. "Because you have a bit of a junk food fetish, Death." She said her eyes flashing gold.

Death?! Whoa…

"Hm… Well played, but I will only do this once." He said turning to me. "Lie back down."

"You're not going to make me sleep are you?" I asked feeling panic rising up in my chest.

"In a way yes, but the dreams will not be as vivid as before." He said with a visible impatience.

I did as I was told and closed my eyes. I felt one of his hands on my forehead and the other on my chest.

"This may hurt." I heard his voice ring, but before I could say anything a short stabbing pain shot though my head.

The pain was intense, but it soon gave way to a rapid-fire of memories.

Killing vampires.

Stabbing a cold angel-blade into an unfriendly angel.

The djinn had a teenage boy and almost got me.

Pitiful pagan gods easily killed by their weaknesses.

I guess I'm one of the good guys.

I have killed so many monsters, but I have just as many scars from those hunts. Claw marks, bites, cuts, you name it.

There are so many visions of blood and gore; a few were even of my time with Alistair. Even the memories with my mom were full of horror.

I had rushed in blindly to attack a windigo that was about to eat a little girl who was no more than 10 years old. I did save the little girl, with the monster's attention on me she was able to get away, but that had left me with a severely pissed off cannibal. I had taken a gash to the side and was about to get my head ripped off, when my mom came out of nowhere with a home-made flamethrower.

"Mom, are you ok?" Before I could say more a sharp pain sprinted across my cheek.

"You need to be more careful! What if I hadn't been here?"

My mother was so pretty with her petite blonde stature, but she had a temper, the red handprint on my cheek proves that.

Even when I was with that man in the inverted reality, I wasn't truly happy. Something reminded me that he wasn't real, I couldn't touch him, and I couldn't hold him. I must have some ties to him, a relation or a love, but mom knew him first.

"Why, have you come here, Pandora?"

That man must be something to me!

"This is Azriel. She's yours."

Who are they talking about? Who's Azriel?

They both looked to me.

Okay… that's me… This man's my father!

"That can't be." The man said looking me over.

"It's true. She's your daughter, Lucifer."

LUCIFER IS MY FATHER!

My memory self just smiled at him.

The visions went rapid again and I remembered every hunt, every kill, and, more importantly, everything that I knew I had to do.

I sat up with a start as the pain faded away.

"There she is cured; do not call on me again." Death said vanishing.

"Angel are you alright?" Arielle asked sitting beside me.

"My name is not Angel." I said looking at her. "I remember everything."

Arielle hugged me with tears in her eyes. "I know that your life hasn't been pleasant and, had there been a choice, I would have let you live out your life with the Winchesters, but we needed you for the plan. You, your mother, and your…. father were the only ones who knew what to do. With your mother dead and your father throwing the biggest temper tantrum known to mankind, you are the only one."

I understood everything, I didn't blame her, I knew that I can never regret my life, it has made me who I am, but I was concerned about one detail.

"So Lucifer is my father then?" I asked standing up.

"Yep," She said rather cheerily. "My big brother blessed the world with the first angel-demon hybrid."

Sarcasm must run in the family.

"I have to find Nick." I said feeling the shock ware off.

"The vessel?" Arielle asked. "What does he have to do- The plan."

I merely nodded. If I find him, the Apocalypse will stop dead in its tracks.

Arielle began pacing between the couch and the bar thinking of some way to help me track down the devil. "I've got it! Find Gabriel." She said excitedly.

"The archangel? My uncle?" I asked confused.

I have never met him. When Mom and I first met Arielle, she had said that he had gone into hiding. He was so camouflaged that we were able to find an angel that was known to be dead easier than him.

"I know a general area that he might be in. Your boy toy is right around there too." She said with pride in her findings.

"Dean is not my boy toy!" I said taken back by her implication.

"Don't you lie to me honey, I've been watching you remember?" She retaliated causing me to shrink back in shame. "I know you have a thing for him."

I hate it when she smiles like that because when she does she knows she has won.

"Yeah, yeah, so how do we find Gabriel?" I asked changing the subject.

"You don't. He will find you." She said raising her fingers.

"Wait!" Upon my exclamation she stopped in her tracks. "Before you zap me off, what's the story on you and Crowley?"

Arielle did the last thing that I expected: she blushed.

"Oh my-" I couldn't finish my sentence before she snapped her fingers and I appeared in the back seat of the Impala.

"Holy Hell!" Dean yelled as he tried not to drive off the road, taking Sammy for a ride.

"Uh… Hi?" I said after Dean pulled to a stop.

"Where have you been?" Sam started as we each got out of the car, but Dean soon began his own rant.

"You have been gone for days! Where did that bastard take you? Did he hurt you?" Dean continued on while every now and again spinning me around to check for wounds.

Too bad my only wounds are in my head.

"I'm fine Dean, really." I said pushing him off me. He seemed a bit shocked, but my demeanor has changed a bit since he last saw me. "So, are we on a hunt?"

"Yeah, actually. On our look for you, we came across a woman who says her husband was killed by the Hulk." Sam said looking between us.

"Well, that explains the suits, but the Hulk?" I asked.

"Complete with purple pants. She says that he burst in the house after her husband. We were just heading back to the hotel so I could look some stuff up and Sam could go investigate the crime scene." Dean said going back to the driver's side door.

"Alright, let's get going!" I said getting back in the Impala.

It's good to be back! I didn't know I could miss these guys so much.

The guys followed after and I knew that they could tell I was different. It wasn't my fault; I was a slightly different person before I lost my memory. I never cared before. I didn't believe that my life was worth living, but once I met Dean I was able to have a purpose, even if it was just to hunt.

Ok, no more whinny moments.

"So, what actually happened with Crowley?" Dean asked about 5 miles to the hotel.

"He…" I began happily, but a loud voice rang through my head.

"You cannot tell them about me!"

"Geez, Arielle! Don't do that!" I thought back, slowing my heart rate. "Why can't I tell them?"

"All of the angels believe I'm dead and it needs to stay that way." She replied in a tone that told me not to question her.

Why does it sound like she's scared?

"Uh... told me to tell you that you two are far too easy to mess with." I finished lamely. I could tell that neither of them bought what I was selling.

When we arrived at the hotel Sam immediately took off for the crime scene, leaving me with Dean like normal. Only this time, I was worried that to be alone with him.

See, Sam would only ask a few questions and then get back to the job, but Dean will keep pushing and pushing until you give him what he wants.

I'm sure he was popular in the sandbox.

Dean sat at the table and began researching the man on the net. "So what really happened with Crowley?"

Damn!

"He helped me remember how to stop the Apocalypse." Short, sweet and not a lie, but it did cause Dean to almost fall out of his chair.

"What? How?" He asked getting back up and walking towards me.

"I can't tell you." I said only causing him to glare at me. "Dean, Alistair tortured me over this. Zachariah tried to kill me. I won't give them anymore reason to come after you."

Dean hesitated and I could see in his eyes that he wanted to protest, but he knew that I was right. The demons already wanted him dead and he was on the angels shit-list, why give them one more reason to be pricks?

I continued to look in his eyes to the point I was beginning to see his mind again, but it was guarded. The more I searched, the harder the wall became. I finally decided to give up, when I realized that Dean was staring at me with the same intensity I had been. It seemed like an electric current began flowing between us. I couldn't look away, hell, I couldn't breathe I was so afraid to break it. Dean, though, inched forward until his face was mere centimeters from mine.

"Damn it." Was all he said before I felt his lips crash on to mine.

The act alone was enough to shock me, but when I felt his tongue trace my lip for entrance, I couldn't help but respond. I didn't care if his frustration was driving him to this; the fireworks sounding throughout my being were enough to erase all reason. It wasn't until our lungs began screaming for oxygen we broke away.

"Fine, so what's the first step?" He said in a complete change of subject.

"We wait around this area for an old friend to find us. He will point me in the right direction." I explained as vaguely as possible. I may have been in shock, but I knew not to give away too many details.

Those Ass hats would go after him for the tiniest piece of information.

"Alright then, let's get back to this case." He said going back to the computer.

He was still frustrated, but that kiss made him more… embarrassed? Or perhaps a slight hesitant? I just swung a chair around and hovered over his shoulder trying to help him find anything useful. It only took about 30 minutes for us to find about all we could.

"Court-ordered anger-management, two counts of spousal battery, domestic disturbances; this guy had a temper that could rival Knuckles the Hedgehog." I said from my chair.

"Or TV's greatest hot-head: The Hulk." Dean countered turning to face me.

When we made eye-contact, I felt that same pull towards him as before and I knew that he felt it too, but before either one of us knew what to do with it, Sam walked in.

"What did you find?" Dean asked as we quickly turned away from each other.

"Well, there was a giant, eight foot wide hole were the door used to be." Sam said looking between us.

"A Hulk-sized hole." Dean said before explaining what we had found on the guy.

"You might say 'you wouldn't like him when he's angry.'" I said finishing Dean's explanation.

"Huh, a hot-head getting killed by TV's biggest hot-head." Sam said with a thoughtful expression. "It kinda sounds like just desserts. It's all starting to make sense now."

A look of understanding and annoyance passed both of the guy's faces, though Dean didn't quite have all of the understanding. He had more of a confused hunch.

"How is all this starting to make sense?" I asked feeling very out of the loop.

"Well, I found something else at the crime scene." Sam said reaching into his pocket and discarding the papers onto the table. "Candy wrappers, lots of them."

It was then that understanding passed through Dean's head, as well as severe annoyance.

"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill them: we're dealing with a trickster aren't we?" He said as Sam discarded his coat onto the bed.

Oh, yeah, that's cause for annoyance.

One of the books I had read had the hunt on Mystery Spot: the time that the Trickster killed Dean over a thousand times while Sam had to relive the same day over and over.

"That's what it looks like." Sam said.

And this is where another argument begins. Dean wants to kill the trickster and Sam wants to talk with him.

"He's a Hugh Hefner type, right, women, whine, song? Maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this angels-and-demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us."

"You're serious? Ally with the Trickster?" Dean said with his "Sam you're insane" voice.

"Yeah." Sam responded hesitantly.

"A bloody, violent monster and you want to be facebook friends with him?" Dean said still in the voice. "Nice, Sammy."

"Look, guys," I began deciding it was my time to interfere. "It's worth a shot, but if he doesn't agree, I say we just kill him."

I don't really care about asking him to help us, considering I already know how to stop the Apocalypse, but he may be able to help me find Gabriel.

Both guys looked at me with mild shock but quickly looked back to each other for a silent agreement.

"How do we find this guy anyway?" Dean asked.

"This guy never takes just one victim, right?" I said. "He'll show."

It's kind of nice knowing some of their past from those books. It's almost like a Winchester Field Guide.

After a few hours of sharpening stakes and awkward silences, an odd call came through the police scanner. A possible 187, but the officer at the scene was panicked and couldn't describe the situation. We took off immediately, but when we arrived there were no cops and no murder scene.

"How does this look to you?" Dean asked.

"Terrible." Sam responded quickly.

We grabbed the stakes and flashlights from the truck, but right as Dean shut the trunk, a midnight black '74 Gran Torino pulled up in front of us.

"Hey bro's, what chaos are you boys into?" A shorter girl said as she climbed out of the driver's seat. She looked similar to Arielle crossed with a resemblance to the guys.

"Savannah, what are you doing here?" Sam said giving the girl a hug.

Oh! I had read about her too! Savannah Winchester, the middle sibling who always complains that her baby brother is taller than Sasquatch. She is quite the hunter.

"I'm tracking the Trickster. I assume you guys are doing the same." She said sweeping over us, but stopping when she landed on me. "Who's she?"

I was going to introduce myself, but Dean was a little more worried about something else.

"Uh, Savannah, not that I'm not happy to see you, but where's Parker?" He said his voice rising just a hair.

Parker? She wasn't in any of the books I read. Who is she?

Sam and Savannah began walking to the building so Dean and I followed along.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, but I let her go out on a few hunts on her own." She said as if she was waiting for a punch to come her way.

"You What?!" Dean yelled almost sending that punch. "How could you let her go on her own? You were supposed to be watching her!"

Dean's acting awfully protective. Is she his girlfriend?

I felt a pang of jealousy shoot through me. I tried to smother it but it was kind of hard. I mean, come on, he kissed me. Why would he kiss me if he has a girlfriend? I was about to ask who she was when Dean's rant was cut off abruptly as we walked through the door. I looked around to find myself completely alone in a neutral colored living room of, what seemed to be, a mansion.

Ok, this is weird.

"Miss Fine!" I heard a British accent call. It was much too high to be Crowley, so I turned to see who it was and who they were referring to. "Miss Fine! I thought you were out with your mother?"

The man was late 30's and clean cut. Definitely from a well-to-do family.

"Are you alright Miss Fine?" The man said again looking directly at me.

"Um… Huh?" I said stupidly.

"Don't tell me you're drunk." He said.

This all seemed very familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen it all before.

"Oh please, as if Miss Fine would ever turn up drunk." Another British voice said coming in through the door.

This one was a butler of some kind. Older, but spry.

"Of course, how could I doubt her?" The younger man said before leaving the room.

The Butler looked around then came up to me. "What was it? Vodka? Tequila?"

Wait a minute! Cute British father, smart-ass butler, decent homing; The Nanny!

This was a TV show that stared Fan Descher. Ok, it may have been my favorite show at one time… Alright it still is.

Now all we are missing is the blonde bitch.

"Oh, Angel, there you are!" C.C. said coming into the room."We still have to talk about my wardrobe."

Ok, blonde yes, but where the bitchiness?

"What? How you need to burn it all?" Niles, the butler, said.

"Oh, aren't you so funny?" C.C. responded with a smile.

I grabbed the blonde by her collar and pinned her to the wall.

"What are you doing?" She said with a scream.

"You're not Miss Babcock, you're the Trickster." I said "You forgot how much of a pain in the ass she was."

Niles, who had been moving toward me, froze. It was as if someone hit the pause button.

I looked back to the fraud and found a smirk placed upon her lips. Then her face morphed into a man's with medium long brown hair and a playful, childish face.

"I must say you are much better at this than those two yahoos you came here with." He said grabbing my arms and pulling them away with an almost painful grip.

"What did you do with them?" I asked glaring at him.

"They are just in the next set over," He said with a smirk. "But it's not like I would let you waltz over and find them."

"Fine then, just where am I?" I asked figuring the more I knew the easier it would be to get out.

"You like it?" He said looking around the room. "It's home-made. Call it my own little idiot-box."

"Yes, it's just peachy." I said never once taking my eyes off him. "Listen, we just wanted to talk to you."

I only seemed to make his smile wider, as a fake contemplating look came across his face.

"Hmm, let me guess," He said. "Your friends there broke the world and now you want me to fix it for you?"

"That's why Sam wants to talk to you." I said rolling my eyes.

He must have already talked with them.

"I want to talk with you because I'm looking for someone." I finished.

His smile fell just a bit, making my pride blossom just a tad, but he still seemed confident.

"Tell you what, survive the next 24 hours and I help you to the best of my abilities." He said give a slight bow, reminding me a lot of the old-fashioned demons portrayed on TV.

"Survive what?" I could only guess this wacked-out version of TV Land.

"The Game!" He said excitedly.

So it's a game he wants, well let's play.

"What are the rules?" I said feeling officially challenged.

He merely looked at me, waggled his eyebrows, and disappeared.

"What?" I shouted at no one. "That is not helpful, you drugged-up Cheshire Cat!"

Then, the play button was hit and Niles stepped toward me confused. Instead of saying anything he just leaves the room with a confused expression.

Ok, I have to survive the game, but how? Wait! It's a game maybe I should just play along.

A short blonde walked in through the front door and I recognized her as Sylvia, the mother of the woman I was playing.

"Darling, tell me what's wrong." She said sitting me down on the sofa.

"Oh, Ma, I like Mr. Cheffield, but I don't think he likes me back." I sad complaining about the first thing I thought of, but apparently it was enough.

I heard gunshot ring through the air. I ducked in front of the sofa, but when I looked up I was behind a police car in full uniform.

"Angel, listen I need you to stand guard and try to shot the guy when you get a clear shot, alright?" A cop said from behind me.

"Yes, sir!" I called. I spotted the guy in question and tried my best to fire at him with being shot back.

I was only able to fire three shots before the guy realized where the fire was coming from and began to shoot back at me.

It's not like I'm in any danger this is an illusion.

A bullet ricocheted off of the hood of the car and hit me straight in the shoulder.

It's real! It's diffidently real!

I held on for one more shot and nailed him straight in the head, then I fell to the ground.

I don't know how the Trickster did it but I could feel the bullet grinding against my shoulder bone. The pain didn't last long, though, when the male officer came over to me the scene changed.

Now I was on the Match Game '73, annoying, but harmless enough. I was safe and knew how to play this one, but I was wondering where the jerk sent Dean and Sam. Were they getting shot at? There was no way to know if they were alright or not. Or was there?

Cas! I need help!

"Now Angel has been our reigning champion for the past three games, let's see if our next contestant can halt her winning streak." Gene Rayburn said gesturing to the turn-around contestant area.

When it revealed who the contestant was everyone was shocked, me in happiness while everyone else was recoiling in disgust.

"Cas, thank God!" I said in relief. When I tried to move forward, Gene grabbed me and pulled me back securely by the shoulder.

"I'm afraid affiliating with the pretty-boy angel is against the rules." He said in an evil tone you would not believe.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" He asked looking around at his surroundings.

"We are hunting a Trickster. I need you to go find the guys, we were separated and I don't know if they are ok." I said quickly.

"Alright." Was all he said before zapping away.

"Now maybe we can get back to the game." He said making all of the celebrities cheer.

I went through so many more shows it wasn't even funny. I was well past the 24 hour mark, but it seems the Trickster doesn't care. I wasn't until I was on some soap opera that Cas made his way back to me.

"Are you alright?" I asked seeing that his face was bloodied.

"I am fine." He said. "We must go to Sam and Dean. This thing is much more powerful that it should be."

I nodded my agreement right before he placed his two fingers to my forehead and zapped us into a world where the colors nearly burned out my retinas

It was the same motel the three of us had been staying in but the color of this place was on steroids.

"Cas, Angel! Where have you been?" Dean asked coming up next to me.

"She has been stuck in the same place you have." Castiel said in a hurried tone. "I got out. Listen this thing is much more powerful than it should be."

"The Trickster?" Savannah asked with Sam right behind her.

"If it is a Trickster at all." He said.

We waited for him to continue but he was flung against the wall, knocking me over in the process. When he stood back up his mouth was covered in duck tape.

"Hello!" We heard as the Trickster came into the room with an exaggerated skip. "Hi Castiel!" He said with a smile.

Cas shot all of us a look that said one thing:

Familiar!

The smile on the demi-god's face fell into a frown as he waved Castiel away.

"Where did you send him?" Dean asked enraged.

"Oh, relax, he'll survive. Maybe" He said with a waggle of his eyebrows. Then he turned to me."Didn't I tell you that I wouldn't just let you roam around?"

"Technically I didn't, Castiel did." I said trying to make him falter.

His smile returned ten-fold. "And look where that got him."

Then he waved me off and I was being man-handled into what looked like a hole in a dungeon floor.

"You will never escape." A short balding man said from above me.

Oh great! What am I, James Bond?

The villain went through his monologue, but I might have tuned him out. Well, until the last bit.

"… And know you will drown in this hole like the worm you are." He said with an evil smirk.

That caught my attention. I looked at my hands and found they we chained to the wall and there was water at my feet and it was rising fast. The man and his henchman, the one who put me down here, left as I began trying to pull the chains from the wall. I fought for more than fifteen minutes, but the chains wouldn't budge and they were too strong to break. The water was to my chest and still rising.

I kept fighting the chains, but soon the water was above my head and I was sure that the Trickster was going to kill me.

I am going to die by the hands of the Trickster. After all the angels and demons did to try to kill me, the Trickster is finally going to succeed.

Right as I felt myself lose the breath I kept inside of myself, I felt myself fall to a hard, concrete floor and oxygen filled my lungs again.

"Angel! Are you alright?" I heard Dean say as he pulled me up, a firm grip on my shoulders.

I nodded while still gasping for air. I looked around seeing I was back in the warehouse with Dean, Sam, and Savannah. Then, I saw the Trickster dead on the ground with a stake in his heart. I should have been happy, I mean the guy had almost killed me, but somehow I was sad. Not disappointed that he couldn't help me find Gabriel, but genuinely sad that he was dead.

Well all went back to the hotel and washed up. It was nice to see it in a normal color spectrum. Savannah and I were discussing what had happened in our separate realities, Dean was washing up, and Sam was packing up his bag.

"I'm worried about what that bastard did to Cas." Dean said stepping out of the sink area. "Where's Sam?"

Savannah and I both looked around to find Sam had disappeared. "Ok, he was just here." She said looking back to Dean.

We all grabbed our bags and headed out to our cars, while Dean was leaving a message on Sam's voicemail.

"Where's my car?" Savannah said spinning around in the now empty space that she had parked her Gran Torino.

"Ride with us, Sage." Dean said (using her nickname) hopping into the Impala leaving no room for argument.

"Maybe Sam just took your car and went for food or something." I said as we both followed suit.

"Dean?" We heard Sam's voice say right as Dean was about to start the car.

We all panicked and looked around but we didn't see him anywhere.

"Sam, where are you?" Dean tested.

"I don't know." We heard Sam say, this time we pinpointed it coming from a digital stereo that looked like it came out of an old, 80's, Sifi show. "Oh, crap. I don't think we killed the trickster."

This caused a groan from all parties.

"Okay, so the stake didn't work." Dean said after he had been driving for a few miles. "So, what, this is another trick?"

"Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster?" I said from the backseat.

"Cas did say that this thing was too powerful to be a trickster." Sam said the lights from the stereo timed with his words.

"And did you see the way he looked at Cas?" Dean said. "Almost like he knew them."

"And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer." Savannah said pointedly.

Oh, crap!

"Son of a bitch." Dean said and I knew he figured out the same thing I had. "I think I know what we are dealing with."

We stopped at the first clearing we could which happened to be a park in the middle of a wooded area. We had just set the trap and Dean was putting away the supplies in the trunk.

"Uh, Dean, that feels really uncomfortable." Sam said making Savannah and I chuckle while Dean just shut the hatch causing an 'Ow' from Sam.

"Ready?" I asked knowing a small bit of what to expect.

"No," Sage said truthfully speaking for both her and Dean. "But it's the only plan we've got."

"All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!" Dean called out to the sky.

"Should I honk?" Sam said after a beat.

That's adapting for you.

"Sam, get a load of the rims on you." The Trickster said coming out of nowhere.

"Eat me!" Came from the car.

"Alright, all of you ready to come quietly?" He said looking over all of us.

"Not so fast." Dean said taking a step back when the Trickster moved towards us. "Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs."

"Why? Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another?" The smile never once left the Trickster's face.

We all shot him the same look so he rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. We all turned to find Sam step out from the Impala.

"Happy?" The Trickster said.

"Just one more thing," Savannah said "Why didn't the stake kill you?"

"I am the Trickster." He said the smile growing wider.

"Or maybe you're not." I said pulling out a lighter and dropping it sparking the ring of holy oil we had laid.

"Maybe you've always been an angel." Dean finished.

The imposter began laughing incredulously. "A what? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?"

"Tell you what, you just jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake." Dean said with a creepy innocence anyone could tell was fake.

The smile finally fell completely from the unknown angel's face and the world around us burst into static and reappeared as the real warehouse. "Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?"

"You might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Savannah said earning a glare from Sam.

"Where'd I screw up?" The angel asked.

"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." Dean said. "Call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family."

"So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?" Sam asked with a less than amused face.

"Gabriel, okay?" He said. "They call me Gabriel."

We were all in shock but I spoke up because I was the only one I was happy to see him.

"Gabriel! I'm so glad it's you!" I said causing a few looks to fly my way.

"I'm actually surprised you didn't figure it out sooner." Gabriel said the smile creeping back up.

"Well, it's not like I expected an archangel to become a trickster." I said.

"My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you two screwed it all up." He said turning to Sam and Dean.

"Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked.

"Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles." Dean said just trying to rowel him up.

"Shut your cakehole." Gabriel snapped. "You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again."

"Then help us stop it." I said.

"It can't be stopped." Gabe said as if I were a child that didn't know the first thing about life.

"You wanna see the end of the world?" Savannah cut in.

"I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over." He yelled hitting a chord deep in all of us.

"It doesn't have to be like that. There is a way to pull the plug." Dean said looking over to me.

Gabriel just laughed. "You do not know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner, but you know that, don't you?"

When Gabriel turned to me I knew that things were about to go downhill fast.

"What are you talking about?" I hissed hoping to get the silent message of 'shut the hell up' across.

"They don't know?" He asked the Cheshire Cat smile coming back as he looked to the three Winchesters.

"That she's half angel half demon?" Sam cut in. "Of course we do."

"Oh no, it's the specific angel that she has not told you about." Gabriel said taunting me. "You see her father-"

"Shut your damn mouth!" I said to no avail.

"-Is the one that you are trying to kill."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked his eyes and tone growing dark.

"Dean, listen, I wasn't in on-" I started but I had no time to finish.

"That's right buddy-boy. Your sweet little Angel is actually Azriel." Gabriel said turning back to me his smile wider than ever. "Lucifer's daughter."

I felt like I needed to puke. I looked back only to see confusion from Savannah, disgust from Sam, and betrayal from Dean. I turned back to Gabriel as calm as I could, after all I still needed him to find Nick.

"And as Lucifer's daughter, I can stop all this. I just need to know where Nick is." I said trying not to jump the holy oil and strangle him.

"Your mother didn't even train you to use your angelic powers and you think that you can just put a stop to it just like 'that'." He said shaking his head.

"That doesn't matter." Dean said stepping up surprising me and the archangel alike. "Just bring Cas back."

"And if I don't?" Gabriel said.

Boy we have him wound tight.

"Then we are going to dunk you head first into a pot of holy oil and deep fry us an archangel." Dean said making it clear he wasn't bluffing.

Gabriel just snapped his fingers and Castiel appeared beside us bloodied once again.

"Are you alright?" I asked mentally assessing his wounds.

"I am fine." He said. "Hello, Gabriel."

"Hey, bro." Gabriel said in his snarky tone. "There, so now what? We just stare at each other for the rest of eternity?"

"We have to talk." Dean said with a growl grabbing my arm.

Dean led me out and Sam began to follow.

"Uh, okay?" Gabriel stuttered losing his cockiness. "Wait, are you just going to leave me here forever?"

"No," Dean said whipping around. "Because we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family."

"You are choosing to listen to the one whose sole purpose is to aid the devil over an angel?" Gabriel said attempting to lure us back.

"Yes and you want to know why?" Dean said about ready to jump over the holy fire. "Because this girl has ten times the courage that you do. She can actually say no to her family."

With that Dean turned on the sprinkler system and pulled me outside.

"So what's the plan?" Sam asked.

"Well, if we go and find Nick-" I started but it didn't last.

"There is no we." Dean cut in. "You are going to go off and find this person while Sam, Savannah, and I are going to the kill the devil."

"Wait, what about the plan?" I said trying to keep my stomach from eating itself.

"I don't care." He said with a shrug. "We have our own plan. Now go."

"Dean, why-" I tried again.

"You are the daughter and niece of the guys who wants to ride Sam and I into the Apocalypse." He said cutting me off for the fifteen hundredth time. "And you want us to just trust you? Get out of here."

Dean got into the Impala with trailing behind him. Castiel just gave me a sad look and fluttered off. I turned and walked back into the warehouse to my uncle. He may have been a jerk but he's still the only one that could help me.

"Why would I want to help you kill my brothers?" I heard Gabriel say.

"Listen, I get why you're doing this, I do. We're in the same boat!" Savannah said a desperate tone creeping into her voice. "I'll do what I can to save your brothers, but I'll need your help and hers."

"You are putting your faith in a girl who has no idea the powers she possesses." Gabriel said taking a step back, the holy fire now extinguished. "Just make sure she goes where I told you."

With that he vanished. By the look in Sage's eyes I could tell that douche bag of an uncle must have said something right.

"He was right," I said cutting into their little moment. "I haven't been trained."

She jumped back guiltily. "Well, we are going to fix that."

She gave me a smile that was very similar to Gabriel's.

"What do you mean?" I said with a small step back.

"You and I are going to take a trip and go find an uncle of yours that will actually help." She said walking out to her Gran Torino, the guy long gone.

"What do you mean?" I asked earning me an 'are you stupid?' glare?

"I know you heard Gabriel." She said looking over the top of the car. "Gabriel told be of someone who can help you and we just have to go find him."

I think she might be crazier than her brothers.