"Who are you?" Luke asked sounding pissed off then turned to Gabe "I swear Gabriel if this is a stripper..." Gabe was sure he wouldn't be that angry if he promised to share. Maybe.
The woman's eyes grew wide and her hand stopped reaching to where he was sure a weapon was hidden. She certainly didn't look like a stripper or the type he'd go for, she was far too ordinary for his taste. "You're Gabriel?" Her eyes narrowed "Archangel?" he could feel the distrust roll off her.

Gabe nodded. Not a stripper. From her love of plaid and the mud splattered on her, his guess was she was a hunter. For one no woman who wasn't a hunter would walk around with mud on their face and crusting in their hair.
Gabriel saw her hesitation but finally she said "Sameal sent me. I'm to take you with me and protect you." Gabriel smiled and rubbed his chin as if in thought.
"Nah, I got myself a witch. Plus he's helping me find a couple of knuckle heads." he saw her roll her eyes and Luke glared at him with crossed arm's as if to say 'I am not your witch'.
The woman rolled her eyes "Just like Dean." she muttered and imitated Luke by crossing her own arms. Gabe kept his smile in place at the mention of Dean, for all he knew this could be another Dean and not THE Dean Winchester.

Leaning casually against the couch Gabriel tried to play it cool "So uh..who's this Dean? Your brother?"
She regarded him with suspicious eyes "Yeah, my older brother."
Luke had thrown his hands in the air and went to make coffee. He was never happy when a woman ignored him, much like Gabriel really.

Gabe nodded "What's your full name?" he asked hoping it was them. The woman gave him a questioning look and Gabe tried to maintain his air of unconcern.
"Emily Hunter At...Winchester."

Gabe raised an eyebrow, he never knew there was another Winchester, for fathers sake he could hardly managed two. He could see the cogs working in the huntresses head, probably thinking why he wanted this information. Suddenly Gabe clapped his hands and the edgy woman jumped ready to attack, he found it amusing how wound up she was. "I've had a think and I think I will come with you."
Emily eyed him carefully "Why the change?" Then a look of understanding dawned on her face "Cause I'm a Winchester." She shook her head at him at sighed "come on then, But we have to walk." the face she gave at that resembled something he saw on the internet one time, what was it Called? Ah yeah, Grumpy cat.

Gabriel gave her an easy smile "Nah, my body's not made for walking. Just looking pretty." He gave her a wink, which she gave a eye roll to, and waved his hand dismissively. "We can take Luky's car."
Said witch popped his head out of the kitchen brandishing a teaspoon "You dare Gabriel and I will kill you, and you'll stay dead this time." he warned. Gabriel gave a childish pout "Fine." he said crossing his arms. He had no doubt Luke would kill him, with the teaspoon given a chance.

Emily had been staring at him in disbelief and Gabriel rounded on her "What?"
"Can't you just...poof there?" Gabriel gave her an offended look, his arms crossed and he looked absolutely horrified at what she just said. Hell he was horrified.
"I have never POOFED anywhere in my life, I'm not a magic dragon. But if you mean flying then no, unfortunately I'm powered down." Emily blushed. Gabriel absently asked himself if he could sound any more like a transformer.
"Fine." She said walking towards the door and hesitated, she glances at Luke and Gabriel could tell what she was thinking even without angelic powers.

"He won't hurt you." Gabriel said rolling his eyes. Emily gave him a glare and Gabriel didn't care as long as she got him to safety. Instead of the slap he expected she just nodded and walked out of the door, Gabriel hurrying after her. By the time he way out the door she was already halfway down the road on those ridiculously long legs that reminded him of the youngest Winchester, "Hey, wait up." He shouted scrambling to keep up. By the sour look on her face he could tell she wasn't happy about walking.
"Then keep up Wings." she snarked back and Gabe wondered who'd pissed her off.

ooo

Cas lay his head against the cool window of the Impala. The trip to the boy's room had taken more energy than he expected, his grace was worryingly depleted and he knew the inevitable was close approaching. He glanced at Dean who seemed tense and focused on something not the road. "Dean."
Dean looked at him "Yeah." the tension was still there in the set of his shoulders. It worried him, Dean always shouldered the weight of the world even when it was unnecessary. "I didn't come to go drinking with you." Cas said watching Dean sigh.
"Yeah, I figured. Did you find a way to kill Abadon or what?" Cas could tell he was trying to keep the hope from showing in his voice. It almost broke Cas' heart, although figuratively not literally because...

He was getting off track.

The point was he couldn't watch his friends hope be dashed because he was a sorry excuse for an angel. Cas turned to look out the window, hands picking at the sleeve of his trench coat in a very human way. "No Dean, I haven't."
A huff of air from Dean and a curse. Cas looked up when Dean said "Yeah, well. It was a long shot anyway."
"I have found one of Metatron's followers. But he won't talk. I was hoping you could...persuade him." He hoped that the capture of this angel and the fact Dean could do something to help would lift the hunters spirits but it only made him angry for some reason.

Dean gave dry laugh as they neared the bar Dean had spotted on the way to the motel he and Sam currently stayed at. "I see." he muttered when he pulled in to a parking spot. Dean hadn't moved to get out and Cas decided it best to follow Dean's lead. "So what? hmm?" Dean yelled turning his body sideways to look at him, "You want to carve her or there. Or maybe you want me to make him scream until he spills." His voice was harsher than Cas had ever heard it and it scared him a little. "No I..." Cas tried to interject but Dean continued.
"What am I to you, huh? Just someone you can pop in and tell to torture people? You haven't changed. It's like Alistair all over again."

Cas broke at that. His fist had collided with Dean's face before he could think and he was leaning so far into Dean's personal space that their noses almost touched. "I would never have allowed you to do that had I not been, what I thought at the time, for the best. I thought it would save my brothers and sisters. My family, Dean. My family who I left for you." Cas pushed Dean back as he himself lent back, keeping his emotions from making him do something else that was so rash as it did when he had hit Dean.
"And I did want to see you to make sure you and Sam are ok." He said softly before the fire of anger again lit his eyes "And if you don't want to help that's fine, all you had to say was no."
Dean stared at Cas and Cas stared right back, refusing to be the one to look away.

Finally Dean let out a sigh as he got out of the car, Cas followed him. "Whatever, I'll do it. Just give us a couple days to get rid of the witches and get Emmy up to date." He said.
Cas looked confused "Who is this Emmy?" Dean gave a small smile.
"She an old friend of the family. She's called Emily Atwood, we use to talk when we were young." Dean said "She's a couple inches taller than me but not a giant like Sam. She's annoying and you'd probably like her." he said fondly. "Your her type too."
Cas looked confused "Type?"

Dean laughed "Never mind." and they walked into the bar.

ooo

Sameal strolled through the canopy of tortured screams, fire licked at the empty spaces between each Persons personal hell. He kept walking hoping no one would notice him, if he just acted like he was meant to be there then maybe he would get away with it. It being a secret meeting with another exiled from hell and other places Sameal himself could not tread.
Turning down a path next to someone's personal hell filled with rusty iron nails pushed through the mans hands and feet, this pinned him to an upside down cross. Jophiel gave a roll of his eyes, this guy must have been a hypocritical Christian or priest.

Finally Sameal found what he was looking for, a door. Slipping through it he found himself in a dark room "Eli? I come baring news."
The shifting, scraping sound of heavy metal. "What news?" rasped a voice as if it hadn't been used for centuries.
"I found her. The one. I'm bonded with her."
"Does she know her deal will not be full filled?" The voice asked getting stronger with use.
"No, but it is better this way. She will work faster and harder to..."
"She will rush in to things without thinking, inevitably she will make a mistake." Silence fell between them and Sameal shifted uncomfortably. When he came to deliver the news he did not think he would be reprimanded.
"But our plan is now in action." Sameal said and the thing grunted an acknowledgement.

Yes their plan was in action.

So what's the plan? What's up with Dean? And how will Emily and Gabriel get along?

I am sorry for this being sooooo late but life got in the way and I have mock exams. Eh life sucks sometimes.