[The warehouse at the end]

Dean stood with one hand on the fire alarm, ready to pull it, when her voice rang out through the room.

"Wait!"

Jen was the last person Dean was expecting to show up here, especially with an angel involved. He turned and there she was, although Dean was shocked at what he saw. Jen was dressed in a white Celtic style dress that fell down to her ankles, and her hair fell long against her back. She walked toward Gabriel, and he watched her come toward him. Dean could see the recognition in his face. They clearly knew each other, and it seemed like more than just in passing.

Jen kept walking and stepped through the flames without them touching her dress. She stepped right up Gabriel and cupped his chin in her hand. For a moment the two looked into each other's eyes, and then Jen leaned forward and their lips met in a kiss.

Dean's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He didn't need to look around to know that Sam and Cas must have had similar expressions on. What could that mean?


[Immediately]

Jen knew that her appearance would shock Sam and Dean, but she had to speak with Gabriel, and she wanted them to hear what she had to say.

Gabriel accepted her kiss easily, and for a moment she allowed herself to get lost in his gaze, but she quickly remembered her mission. She spoke quietly, but made certain that Sam, Dean, and Castiel would hear her words.

"I told you it wouldn't work, they wouldn't change their minds."

Gabriel shrugged at Jen. "So you did."

"You don't really want them to play their parts anyway. That would mean one of your brothers would have to kill the other. You don't really want to lose either of your brothers."

Gabriel shifted uncomfortably and turned away from Jen's gaze."Fine. Fine, you're right. I don't want that, but I don't see another choice other than to keep watching them bicker and slowly destroy the world in the process."

Gabriel was still angry, but his eyes betrayed the deeper sadness that Jen had always been able to see in him, and she knew that her words were breaking through.

"There can be another way. We may not know what it is yet, but if anyone can find another way, it's these boys, and you know that."

Gabriel met Jen's eyes again. "I suppose I do."

Jen could see a plea in Gabriel's eyes, but she held her stare against him. Then, he reached out and grabbed her hands. He whispered to her.

"Come back to me, Ceibhfhionn. I need you. I always did."

Jen shook her head. "These boys need me more. This mission is too important. We could save so many lives. My attentions cannot be divided."

Gabriel dropped Jen's hands, but maintained his gaze into her eyes. "I know."

Jen softened, and she stepped in to cup his cheek in her palm again. "I still love you, Gabriel, but you need to forgive your family and yourself before you can truly love again." She leaned in further and dropped her voice to a whisper, cutting off her words from the remainder of the room. "These brothers have learned some hard lessons about forgiveness, perhaps they can teach your brothers."

Gabriel's eyes filled with tears, but his expression remained solid so only Jen could see the emotion. He responded almost silently to her. "I can only hope."

Jen leaned forward again to kiss her Gabriel once more, and this time she also opened up sprinklers above them. The water poured down on the two of them putting out the flames. The kiss ended, and the circle was broken. Gabriel looked at Jen once more, and then disappeared.

Jen stopped the water, though she always remained dry, then she walked over to Sam, Dean, and Castiel who were still clearly agape at Jen and Gabriel's conversation.

Dean was the first to regain coherence. "You?" He pointed at Jen and then toward where Gabriel had been. "And … and him?"

Jen nodded. "For almost 500 years."

Sam took a step toward Jen. "Wait … so, did you know the other times? With the mystery spot?"

Jen nodded. She could tell that Sam was angry about that, but she would have to deal with it later. She had to let this revelation settle first. They would understand, just not yet.

"You need to go, and so do I."

Jen didn't wait for a response, she simply vanished.


[Later]

"We should just call her and make her explain it to us!" Sam nearly shouted at his brother across the motel room.

"It's Jen. You know she'll come when she thinks it's time." Dean sighed and looked back at the computer.

Sam knew his brother was right, but he was confused, and angry, and wanted answers now. He opened his mouth to argue back again when a wind gusted around him. That was her. He looked back and forth, and as he expected, Jen appeared in the middle of the room, back in current clothing, slacks and a shirt. She spoke before Sam could.

"I'm here now, and I imagine you have questions."

"You could say that!" Sam was aware at the loudness of his voice, but he didn't care. He simply couldn't get over what he had seen and his attempt to reconcile that with their other encounters with the Trickster, or Gabriel, or whatever his name is. Sam knew that he and Jen had never had romantic feelings for each other, but oddly enough, he almost felt cheated on not knowing about this. "Let's start with the details of you and … him."

"Okay." Jen took a seat on the bed and gestured for Sam to sit across from her. He did so, reluctantly. "We met almost 2000 years ago after he left Heaven because he was unhappy. We were lovers for nearly 500 years, and then the Catholics destroyed my village in Ireland. I got angry and took it out on him, and we never really fully recovered from that. Prior to him meeting up with you two, we hadn't spoken in a thousand years."

Dean jumped in when Jen finished, standing up from the chair and coming around to the other edge of the bed Sam was sitting on.

"You told me about that, about your village being destroyed."

Jen nodded. "Yes, I did."

Now, Sam started thinking back to conversation they had a long time ago. "And I think you told me about him once. You called him an ex-boyfriend, and said that he was a prankster."

Jen nodded again. "That was definitely true."

Dean was shaking his head. "I can't believe you dated the Trickster."

"Gabriel." Jen corrected. Sam looked over at her, but Dean responded first. "That's even worse! I mean, you dated an Angel, an Archangel even! How does that happen? You don't even like Angels … oh."

Dean made the connection, and Sam just a moment behind.

"That's it, isn't it." Sam spoke quietly. "That's why you don't like Angels."

Jen sighed. "That's part of it. I heard too many stories about what happened, and how things went. Gabriel was terribly unhappy with his family, so maybe I got a biased view, but it's what I got. Then, the Catholics and their destruction of Ireland, really, a lot of little things just added up."

Now, it was Dean who spoke quietly. "But, you still love him."

Jen smiled and nodded. "I think a part of me always will."

Dean seemed satisfied, but Sam still had unanswered questions.

"Okay, okay, now let's go to the part where you knew who he was and we didn't."

Jen began quickly. "Well, the first time you met him, he was still undercover and so was I. You didn't even know I wasn't human, so I certainly couldn't say anything."

"But he could have killed us!" Sam jumped to his feet. Jen remained still in her spot.

"I knew he wouldn't. He knew who you were. He knew I was with you, and he knew about your destiny."

Now, Sam was pacing back and forth between the beds. "What about the second time? When he kept killing Dean?" The words caught in Sam's throat for a second and tears stung at his eyes. He hoped no one noticed, but clearly he was wrong because he felt Dean's hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, why don't you sit back down." Dean's voice was half an order and half concerned, but Sam knew that he was right, so he sat again, trying to breathe slowly and not get angry at his friend again.

"Yes, I knew about that. You have to understand though, those were difficult circumstances. First of all, we both knew what could happen down the road, and Sam, you were in such terrible denial about Dean's deal. We knew this was going to be temporary, it was like an alternate reality, and he promised to return you to your reality at the end. Second, Gabriel was going to do something, and he wasn't going to let me interfere, so I worked with him. Believe me, it probably would have been worse or gone on much longer without my influence. I want you to know, though, how hard that was to watch you go through that and not be allowed to help."

Sam looked at Jen, and could see that she truly meant that. For a moment, Sam just stared at Jen and really let the whole thing sink in: his best friend, in love with an Angel, who was the Trickster. She really couldn't have told them anything. Would they even have believed it? This time too, what could she have done? Castiel kept being kicked out, Sam could only imagine that Gabriel would do the same to Jen. Part of Sam will always wish he never had to experience the Mystery Spot, but now he could see that Jen couldn't have stopped it.

Dean's voice broke up Sam's thoughts, and his hand once again squeezed Sam's shoulder.

"You okay, Sammy?"

That's when Sam realized that his eyes had filled with tears and two had tracked down his cheeks. Sam reached up and wiped them away.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Jen stood up and slowly walked over and sat on the other side of Sam. She looked right at Sam, and he at her.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you earlier."

Sam couldn't dismiss her sincerity, nor the fact that her eyes were pleading with him to forgive her. He pressed his lips together to keep his chin from trembling, and then he gave in and grabbed his best friend in a hug, letting tears slide down his cheeks. She wrapped her arms around him as well.

I'm sorry, too, Jen. Sam thought.

Thank you. Her voice echoed in his head.

Sam only held on a moment, and then let go and wiped his cheeks off. Dean broke the silence.

"So, we're all okay here? We can be done with the chick flick stuff?"

Sam turned to his brother and playfully punched him in the arm. "Jerk."

Dean stood up, rubbing the spot. "Bitch."

Yeah, everything pretty much was okay. For now.