A/N: This chapter was so hard! It's also shorter than the rest of them, but it's important for the rest of the plot so I decided to leave it as it is and hope I'll get the next chapte longer.

Hope you'd like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Superatural, Criminal Minds or any songs.


"Dating is like a game.
If someone feels like they have won us over too easily,
they won't see our value and will go elsewhere
to find something they have to work a little bit harder for."
Daniel Willey

"I have decided!"

I jumped as I walked out of the shower and heard the familiar voice of Gabriel.

"What have you decided and why can't it wait until after I get dressed?" I asked.

He snapped his fingers, causing the towel to disappear from me. I almost jumped to hide myself behind something when I realized he formed a tight, green dress that sat on me perfectly. My hair felt like it was tied up, too, and though I couldn't see my face I would bet that it was fixed with makeup. Thankfully, the sandals that appeared on my feet, though fancy and nothing I would ever choose to wear, weren't heeled, so I still managed to walk around.

"I decided what I want." He continued as if nothing strange happened. "You owe me one," he reminded me, "and I decided what I want."

"Fine," I said, picking up my purse, "I'll play. What do you want?"

"I want you to go on a date with me."

I looked up at him with disbelief. "What?"

"You. Me." Gabriel raised an eyebrow in a manner that should have probably been seducingly. "Date."

"I can't." I said.

"Of course you can!" He said. "Come on. It will be fun."

"I mean," I said slowly, the way you explain something to a child, "I can't tonight. I already have a date. Not with you."

"I'll bring you back before the date starts." He promised.

"He picks me up in thirty minutes." I said and Gabriel waved his hand at me.

"Trickster." He said.

"Angel." I corrected.

"Still can do it." He said. "I can take you out to an all-night date and not a single moment will pass."

"Why do you want this?" I asked. "What is it with me that everybody wants to take me on a date today?"

"It must be your charming personality." Gabriel said mockingly.

I laughed humorlessly before looking at the clock. "You return me to this exact moment?" I asked and he nodded. "If we're one minute late, I'm killing you."

"I know." He replied, offering me his hand. "Shall we go, m'Lady?"

"You are such an idiot." I laughed and took his hand.

Immediately, we appeared in a room full of people. The music was blasting through the speakers and I saw people turning and jumping in the area not far from us.

"A dancing club?" I asked Gabriel when I comprehended where we were. "You took me to a dancing club?"

"One that plays your kind of music." He said with a smile, taking my hand and dragging me to the floor.

The song currently playing was Billy Idol's "Dancing with Myself", and as much as I wanted to pout at Gabriel for bringing me to a place like that, I couldn't help but enjoy the song. It really was my kind of music.

We started dancing to the music. Gabriel turned out to be quite the dancer – he jumped and turned and danced, all while holding my hand and making sure I don't feel like he's forgotten about me even for a second. We danced to the sound of Michael Jackson's "Don't Stop 'Till You Get Enough" and David Bowie's "Dancing in the Streets" before a new song, one I was unfamiliar with, started playing.

"So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
And I really wanna make you mine."

I looked at Gabriel in disbelief and he smiled, taking my hand and pulling me into a Swing-Style dance to the sound of the beat music.

"Oh, 4, 5, 6 c'mon and get your kicks
Now you don't need that money
When you look like that, do ya honey?"

He spun me around and threw me in the air, all the while singing into my ear.

"Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She's so sweet
With her 'Get Back' stare."

"You're an idiot." I informed him with a smile.

"I like it when you dirty-talk." He replied and I laughed.

"Well I could see,
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
Ain't got much to say,
Before I let you get away, yea!"

He stopped and looked into my eyes, putting a hand on his chest as he theatrically sang:

"I said, are you gonna be my girl?"

We stayed at the club for about an hour after that, before I decided to call it a night so that I won't fall asleep during my date with Daniel.

Even though I realized by then that we were in a world Gabriel created, and that he could just 'zap' me home whenever he wanted to, he insisted we'd walk. Said something about sealing the date.

We walked silently to my house, commenting about one thing or another but mainly just enjoying each other's company. As we reached my house, I paused and looked at him. Uncertain of what to say, I opened my mouth to speak when he talked.

"You know," he said playfully, "I never got to dance a slow dance with you tonight."

A song started playing to the background, I rolled my eyes, took his hands, and came closer to him so we could dance to the sounds of Michael Jackson's "You are Not Alone".

"I had a really good time tonight." I admitted.

"Me too." Gabriel said. "It's been a while since I did this."

"Been on a date?" I laughed.

"Been on a date with someone I didn't create." He said

The laughter died in my throat. "You're alone all the time, aren't you?" I asked in realization.

"Most of the time, yeah." He admitted.

"Is that why you wanted me to go on a date with you tonight?" I asked. "You didn't want to be alone?"

"What? No!"

But he was a terrible liar.

"Gabriel," I said softly, "I really did enjoyed tonight and I would love to do it again. As friends." I clarified. "I need to go now, but tonight doesn't count as the one I owe you. If you don't want to be alone, all you gotta do is ask."

I kissed his cheek before backing away and entering my house. The moment the door closed behind me, the world Gabriel created for our date dissolved and the late night hour turned to evening. A quick look at the clock verified that Gabriel almost did good to his word to bring me back to the moment we left.

Almost, because it was one minute late.


"Reservation for two under McCloud." Daniel told the hostess and I couldn't care but cover a smile.

"McCloud?" I asked. "Really?"

"Don't start." He said as we walked towards the table. "It's not like Chess is so much better."

"Actually," I said as I sat down, "it is."

Daniel laughed and picked up his menu, looking at it. "I'd like a steak, and a glass of red wine." He said.

"Make that two." I said, and she walked off.

"So how's at Quantico?" Daniel asked. "What are you doing there? I bet you're working at International Connections, using all the languages you know."

"Actually, I work at the Behavior Analysis Unit and using all the languages I know." I replied.

"Profiler?" He asked. "Did anyone ever tell you profiling was sexy?"

"I have to admit, you're the first." I said. "Most people think it's weird that I catch serial killers."

"I'm not most people." He said. "Most people find it weird that a girl is calling her motor 'Darlin' and that she can take care of it on her own."

"And you?"

He smiled. "It's just one of the things that make me love you even more. What?" He added when I rolled my eyes. "I'm just being honest here."

"How's the work at the Repair Shop?" I asked and the conversation rolled to mechanics and cars.

The date flowed from that point on. We talked and laughed and retold old stories, and for a moment it seemed like nothing has changed.

When the desert arrived, I thought I saw him saying something to the waitress, but minutes passed and nothing happened, so I decided I was probably imagining it earlier.

Dinner was over, Daniel insisted to pay for both of us, and I went to grab my coat when the music started playing.

"Do you remember this song?" Daniel whispered in my ear.

"Of course I do." I replied, smiling softly at him.

"They played it at the restaurant on our first date." He reminded me.

"I said I always liked it, so you made sure they'll play it on every date we had." I said.

"Including today." He whispered, and pulled me into a kiss.

This kiss was different than the other two we had since he returned to my life. The first one, I was too surprised so I pulled off quickly, and the second was nothing more than a peck. This was definitely more than just a peck, and this time I didn't pull off, but gave into the feelings that rose inside me, feelings I hadn't felt for a very long time.

We kissed, and the world melted into nonexistence around us. All that I felt was the warmth of his lips, the softness of his touch, and the music that still played as background to the scene we were a part of.

"I can't help falling in love with you."

Daniel pulled apart, causing me to lean forward in an attempt to make the kiss last just a bit longer. He looked into my eyes for a moment before clearing his throat.

"I should probably take you back home." He said.

"Yeah." I replied, trying to hide the disappointment I felt. "You probably should." He started walking towards the exit, and I intended to follow but my feet refused to obey. He looked at me questioningly as I offered casually, "Or we could go to your place."

A smile split his face apart. "My place it is."


I was Dean again, leaning on the Impala with a bear in my hand while talking to Sammy about managing to escape the Demons and Angels.

"Can't believe we made it out of there again." Sam said.

"I know you heard him." Dean said, his voice shaking.

"Who?"

"Alastair." The blood froze in my veins at the name of the Demon. "What he said about how I had promise."

So the boys met Alistair. How could I have missed that?

"I heard him." Sam simply replied.

"You're not curious?" Dean asked in surprise. I was surprised as well. Even though I lived Hell with Dean, there were still moments I didn't experience, and I wanted to know what happened. You could only imagine what Sam's feeling.

"Dean, I'm damn curious." He said. "But… you're not talking about Hell."

There was a couple of moments of silence before Dean spoke again.

"It wasn't four months, you know." He said.

"What?" Sam asked, confused.

"It was four months up here," Dean said, and I remembered how I explained Dave and Bobby about Hell-time, "but down there… I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years."

"Oh, my god." Sam whispered.

"They, uh," I can tell how hard it is for him to bring up those memories, to remember all he's been through, and I feel his pain. As I always have. "They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you…" He took a deep breath to steady himself. "Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly I would be whole again. Like magic." He added bitterly. "Just so they could start in all over. And Alastair, at the end of every day, every one, he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack if I put souls on. If I started the torturing."

The offer that broke my heart every time. The offer I sometimes wished Dean would take. Until the day he did.

"And every day," Dean continued, "I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy." He said in shame. "I couldn't. And I got off that rack." Tears rose to his eyes. "God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The – The things that I did to them."

I could see Sam's face, the look that crossed them, the desire to take all that pain away from Dean, and agreed with it completely.

"Dean," he said, "Dean, look, you held out for 30 years. That's longer than anyone would have."

"How I feel this inside me…" Dean choked on his tears. "I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing."


My cellphone was ringing. It was ringing for about ten minutes already, and I finally gave up trying to ignore it, thinking that whoever it was on the other side wasn't going to stop. I moved a little so I could reach it, but a firm hand locked on my waist.

"Don't go." Daniel mumbled into my shoulder-length hair. "Stay."

"I need to pick up." I said. "They won't let us sleep."

He let go of me for long enough so I could answer the phone before I fell back on the bed next to him.

"Hello?" I asked, still half asleep.

"Chessi, where are you?" Garcia asked. "I've been trying to reach you in forever."

"I think I overslept." I mumbled. "What's going on?"

"A new case popped by." She said. "Briefing's in fifteen."

"I'm gonna be late." I said, slipping out of the bed and away from Daniel.

"What?" Garcia asked. "Why? Your apartment isn't that far away."

"Penny, I'm gonna be late," I whispered, "or I'll arrive with last night's clothes."

"Oh." She said. "Okay. I'll make sure briefing's in thirty. But you have to tell me everything."

"Fine, fine." I said, swallowing a yawn. "See you there."

"You need to go?" Daniel asked from where he was laying on the bed.

"Yeah." I said. "A case popped up and, apparently, I'm already late."

"I don't want you to go." He said. "Can't you call a day off?"

"No." I said harshly. "I'm not calling days off for anything less than a 911, ever. That's rule number one, and it's unbreakable."

"Alright, alright." Daniel said. "Will I see you when you come back?" He asked.

"Definitely." I said, leaning in and kissing him. "I'll call you once I'm back in town."

"Looking forward to it." He smiled and I walked outside.

I took a taxi to my apartment where I tossed away last night's clothing for something more work-appropriate and ran outside. Jumping on Darlin', I drove to Quantico where I ran to the conference room, where everyone were ready to start the briefing.

"Sorry I'm late." I mumbled as I sat down.

"No problem." Garcia said with a smile and I rolled my eyes.

Todd explained us about the case and we walked out of the room and towards the exit when Garcia caught my arm.

"Spill it out." She ordered.

"There's not much to spill out." I shrugged.

"You stayed the night." She countered. "There's so much to spill out."

"He's an old boyfriend from Harvard." I said. "I met him when I took Darlin' to the garage and he convinced me to give what we had a second chance. The date was last night and things just… clicked."

"I bet they did." She smiled. "When will I get to meet him?"

"Nowhere soon." I said. "Things may be nice right now, but he hurt me once before and I do not intend to let it happen again. Until I'm not sure what's going on between us, nobody can know."

"How did he hurt you?" Garcia asked.

"I told him about the supernatural world because I was tired of lying to him." I said. "And he called me crazy`."

"Wow." She breathed.

"Exactly." I sighed. "So until I'm not certain I won't get hurt this time around, too, don't tell anybody he even exists."