A/N: I don't own anyone except for my OC's but I can dream though right?

A/N: I want to apologize for the slow delay as I was in battle with a nasty sinus headache. I won!

The voice filled Gabriel's mind as he struggled to rest his vessel.

Gabriel…..

Soon Gabriel…..

The Messenger covered his ears and gritted his teeth fighting to ignore Lucifer's soft taunts but the mark upon his wrist flashed crimson red something he couldn't block out.

"Stop! Leave me be!"

Soon Gabriel…..

Your body and soul will be mine…..

Gabriel could only close his eyes and curl in a ball as Lucifer's merciless taunts continued echoing in his mind.

Lucifer grinned as his violet pools glowing a rich indigo hue as he picked up on the angst coursing though his Messenger's soul. His Messenger, as it was before and will be again. Centuries passed but he never forgot his emerald eyed angel. Before the Fall Gabriel was his world, his reason for being. It was the way his body fit with his when they lay together beneath the stars. It was the way he would wrap his wings around Gabriel keeping him close against his own body. The feel of his skin against his lips was like tasting pure Heaven on his mouth. Most importantly it was the unconditional love the Messenger gave him.

A love that not even that demon Lilith could give him. Sure he had convinced her to join him as a blow against God but it was an empty victory. Gabriel had turned repulsed by what he had become. His form had been horribly altered leaving charred black flesh where once radiant glowing gold had been. His eyes no longer that sweet rich tropical blue but a dark hateful violet that flowed with rage.

It was that reaction from his former lover that burned the brightest in his dark tainted soul.

"Soon, my Messenger, you will come to love me again," he whispered to himself as his eyes turned a softer glow as he fingered the ring hanging from the chain around his neck.

"Samael!" He shouted calling for the demon.

Dean and Tariel were curled up together beneath the thin blankets as Sam was sitting at the small table clicking away on his laptop. The lovers had collapsed in exhaustion only exerting enough energy to peel away the blood smeared clothing, shower and then collapse beneath the thin yet very soft blankets. Dean had fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow as Tariel had soon followed her hunter, drifting into a troubled slumber with his arms securely around her.

Sam couldn't sleep and instead looked up anything and everything he could about the angel Remiel. He figured if he couldn't get any shut eye he could spend that time researching his past life. What information he had was from Afriel and Gabriel which wasn't too much in his opinion. He wanted to learn more. Unfortunately any and all information he gathered was taken from the same damn generic source! He leaned back in the chair running his hands through his face.

"Sam," the hunter leapt up to find Brooklyn standing before him. A streak of lightning lit up the room highlighting her beautiful features. Only those gorgeous slate pools were almost dull and bleak as her face was frozen in a frown.

"Brooklyn, what's wrong? Where's Cas?" He approached the angel looking down at the one he had guarded so long ago through so many lifetimes. The part of him that remembered the love they shared wanted to reach out and stroke her angelic face but didn't. He remembered his promise not to come between her and Cas.

"Cas is alright, Sam. He is home in Phoenix tending to Aiden. We found Seth and he is home as Markus is healing him. Lilith nearly killed him in Florida."

Sam saw the guilt and heard the remorse in her voice.

"Brook, why must you blame yourself? It wasn't your fault."

Brooklyn shook her head and put her hands up in a defensive gesture.

"Because I was the one who offered Seth up like a Thanksgiving Day turkey to Lilith. You don't understand the pain I'm feeling, the guilt I harbor inside. I could've fought it but I didn't. Instead I let Lucifer in and control me. That is something I will never forgive myself for, Sam."

The hunter noticed the tears welling in her eyes. He knew she was shaken and upset. Looking over to see Dean and Tariel still sleeping soundly, Sam didn't want to wake his brother and angel. But he couldn't leave Brooklyn here.

Sam spotted the keys quickly grabbing them and motioning for the angel to follow him out. Brooklyn silently nodded as she stepped out in the steady rain towards the Impala.

The roar of the engine was the only thing breaking the silence between them as Sam drove. He shot a sideways glance at the copper haired seraph seeing her stare straight ahead like she was in a trance.

"Listen there's a diner down the road and I was thinking we could grab something…."

Sam stopped himself mid sentence as he forgot angels didn't eat as food wasn't necessary to sustain themselves.

"That would be nice."

Sam watched her force a small smile as she looked at him before turning back to stare out the windshield. The hunter wondered if Castiel knew she was here.

The diner was tiny but clean and the pair found themselves to be the only customers there. The server was a guy which for Sam was nice change considering all the servers they ever had were big breasted women with legs up to their necks.

Sam decided on a double burger with fries and a Coke while Brooklyn struggled with the menu until choosing a cheeseburger fries and diet Coke. Sam chuckled at her choice of beverage earning a glare from his copper haired companion.

"So why did you come, Brook? I mean aren't you needed back in Phoenix?"

Brooklyn looked down at her hands which were neatly folded on the table.

"Lamashtu was summoned. We only have three Seals left before Lucifer walks," her voice was so soft at this point Sam strained to hear her.

"Did I just hear you correctly? Lamashtu's free? How?"

"Seth's blood was shed at the Castillo de San Marcos. Cas and I arrived to save him before Lilith finished him off but the Seal had been broken. We also found Aiden there as well. He was chained and beaten badly. His blood covered the stone floor. Judas delivered him to Lilith gift wrapped you could say."

"Aiden!? The same Aiden that nearly turned you?" Brooklyn sadly nodded her head. Sam felt his body tighten and tense at the name of the Elder.

"Yes, Sam, the same Aiden. But he has been redeemed he reclaimed the last shred of his soul and held it tight through everything they did to him. Brady forgave him as Aiden showed remorse for what he did to him. Sam, Cas forgave him. Forgave him centuries ago. And I forgave him too."

Sam was unsure of what to make of this as vampires were things that he and Dean hunted, not forgave. But as he sat there looking into those rich gray depths Sam felt his tense body relax in the booth.

"You just have to have faith and trust me on this one, Sam. Judas twisted his emotions and manipulated him for centuries. Don't you get it? Judas used the Elders as his own personal puppets using them to carry out his own plans."

"Do you think he knew about the Seals?"

"I am not sure but I would not rule it out. Judas betrayed Heaven if you recall and as punishment was damned to walk the Earth as he is now. Think about it. If you were punished liked Judas wouldn't you want to see vengeance?"

"I am but I don't like what the conclusion is."

Before they could continue, their orders arrived. Sam dove into the greasy offering on the large blue plate while Brooklyn took a more civilized approach. Though she didn't need food like Sam did, it didn't mean she wouldn't indulge in a good meal every once in a while. It made her feel human again.

As they ate, a pair of black eyes watched them from across the street.

Brooklyn managed to consume half her meal before pushing it away.

"How have Dean and Tariel been?"

Sam stopped mid bite knowing she would ask him that. If he told her fine that would be a lie and he was sure Brooklyn could tell when he was lying. So he went with the truth.

"Could be better. The last run in was with Barbas and Dean nearly lost her."

"What!? That bastard is running around free?!" Sam weakly nodded.

"Yeah, when the Gate was opened he broke free along with Lilith and the others. When he learned Tariel was in human form he came after her like a shark in the water. He nearly got her in Toledo."

Brooklyn held her head in her hands over the news. Barbas roaming free was the last thing Tariel needed right now. Brooklyn knew of the history between her and the former angel. Before Barbas had been cast from Heaven he had branded Tariel with his mark ensuring he would find her wherever she was. She wondered if Dean knew about that tiny detail. Knew that was why he was easily tracking them down from town to town and state to state.

"Sam, Dean needs to do everything in his power to protect Tariel. Barbas cannot get his hands on her."

"Why the sudden gloom and doom, Brook?"

"Because Sam Tariel is a marked angel. Barbas ensured he would find her no matter where she was. As he Fell, Barbas burned the symbol of Lucifer upon her body. Look I didn't want to say this but I may as well. Before they were cast from Heaven, some of the angels marked their former lovers and those closest to them with Lucifer's brand. You see, Sam, when the Fallen returned they could claim those angels as their own to do with what they wish or please. That is why Tariel is branded, Sam. Barbas wants her back."

Her gray eyes hardened at the last sentence as they remained transfixed on Sam.

They didn't notice the server placing the check between them.

"Anything else?"

"Uh no thanks, I think we're good."

To their shock, the server pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the pair. A smug expression plastered on his face. His eyes flooded to pure black as the others in the diner surrounded them. One of them locked the door. The dull click made Sam's blood turn ice cold in his veins as he knew they were surrounded. Brooklyn's eyes immediately flashed blue green as the demons surrounded them.

"Well if it isn't Sam Winchester or should I say Remiel and Brooklyn DeTaurius all alone without their little entourage," the demon before them said in a snarky tone.

Brooklyn stared at the demon knowing who they were up against. She subtly began positioning her body in the tight booth but the demon only chuckled at her.

"Nice moves, angel but I know you better than you know yourself."

"You always were one to run your mouth, Samael."

Samael smirked at them both as he leaned back and folded his arms across his host's chest. He saw the angel's eyes swirl blue green only causing him to widen his smirk.

"I love it when you get all bothered like that. Brings back memories of our time together," he reached out caressing her cheek. Brooklyn gripped the demon's wrist and flung it away with disgust and contempt.

"Don't you touch me ever again. You need to learn some manners."

"Ha! You think you can order me around, Brookie? That's where you're wrong."

Before the angel could react, Samael moved with cat like reflexes grabbing her arm and clamping his hand across her wrist. Sam rose to his friend's aid only to have two demons slam him against the wall. The hunter watched helplessly as Samael chanted in the archaic tongue as Brooklyn struggled and cried out in pain. Her skin burned beneath the demon's cold dark touch.

"Now let's see if your precious Castiel can try and save you now."

Samael released his vise like grip from her arm revealing the all too familiar sign. He turned to Sam sneering at the hunter as the demon repeated what he did on the angel with the hunter. He bellowed in pain as demon's vile touch scorched his skin. Horror washed over her as Sam realized what Samael had done. Brooklyn stared at the brand feeling ill all over as she dropped to her knees grabbing her wrist in vain. The fresh scorched skin burned like acid.

"NO! NO!" Brooklyn screamed at the top of her lungs as her black wings exploded from behind her. Her rage became unleashed as she shed her mortal coil blinding all the demons. Samael managed to flee mere seconds before the diner erupted in a bright cleansing white. The demons that remained screeched and wailed as their eyes were burned from their eyes. The angel angrily smited every single demon not holding back any of the anger as she unleashed her wrath on the minions of Hell. Sam felt the two towering minions release him as their hosts were vanquished in a blinding flash of gold and white which didn't harm him in the least. Rather it welcomed him and embraced him once again reminding him of a life long ago.

Her true voice rang out blowing out windows and doors showering them both in fine shards of glass and metal. Sam shielded his face and eyes as the wave of glass covered his hair and jacket. He silently reminded himself never to piss her off.

Brooklyn returned to her human body leaving the diner in total darkness. She collapsed to the ground landing in a thin layer of broken grass panting hard as Sam rushed to her side.

"Brooklyn, here let me help you," wrapping an arm around her waist lifting her up with ease to her feet. The angel looked around seeing what she had done spying the bodies of several demons sprawled across the floor.

"Bastards," she whispered. Sam pressed her against his body holding her close as the angel sobbed uncontrollably.

"Brooklyn, we will get through this. Samael won't get his hands on us."

Her friend's words offered little solace as the burning feeling against her skin served as a painful reminder. She wished her father was here.

"Sam, why did Samael call you Remiel?"

Sam gently pulled her away seeing a questioning set of gray pools looking up at him, needing to know. The hunter firmly gripped her shoulders staring her square in the eye. She needed to know everything.

"Brooklyn, there is something you must know about me, about us. But here it's not safe to talk. We need to find somewhere safe."

Brooklyn bit her lower lip thinking of a place they could go but found herself unable to think straight as the angry black etching seared her skin.

Sam quickly thought of a place. Grabbing the despondent angel, the hunter raced to the Impala bringing the engine to life and racing from the parking lot watching the tiny piece of Hell vanish in the rearview mirror.

Brooklyn could only stare at the ugly smear as she silently prayed to find a way to break the spell. She couldn't tell if she was more pissed off or distraught at this point as she raked her nails down the center of her wrist leaving a trail of dark red welts.

"I hate him," she simply stated while continuing to disfigure her wrist.

The grief, anger and hopelessness in her listless eyes felt like a stab in Sam's heart. He watched the fat tears roll down her face and onto the bench seat of the Impala as her scratching turned from strong angry raking to weak and disheartening scraping. Cas was going to be heartbroken when he learned of Samael's ruthless trick as would Dean. Dean would just be flat out irate and hunt down the son of a bitch without question.

Sam spotted a rest area off the interstate relieved to see no other vehicle as he eased the Impala down the ramp and into the empty lot. The rain had ceased leaving a heavy feeling in the air as they walked towards the small trail leading into a patch of woods. The ground was surprisingly solid despite the steady rains earlier but neither one seemed to notice.

Brooklyn eyed a large dry picnic table motioning for Sam to join her as they sat on the table. She turned to the hunter patiently waiting for him to speak. Brooklyn watched the hunter card his hands through his hair before gathering his composure.

"Brooklyn, I don't know how to say this but I was an angel. My name was Remiel and I was your guardian ever since you walked the Earth starting in Roman Spain. Every lifetime I was there for you watching over you, protecting you and loving you. We had fallen in love with one another but our feelings didn't go unnoticed. You see before you were born so to speak, I had been with another: Azazel. He was an angel before he was the yellowed eyed demon."

Brooklyn sat there holding her face in her hands as she fought to take in this newest twist. First Gabriel turns out to be her real father and now Sam decided to spill his guts and confess he was not only an angel who was banging Azazel but had been her first angelic love. This just kept getting better and better.

"Brook, I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you but I was hoping to talk to you about this when circumstances were not so stressful. I thought you deserved to know this."

Brooklyn silently nodded her head and turned to Sam greeting him with understanding and compassion.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for being honest you don't know how much that means to me. But this is all so overwhelming for me, Sam. Did Cas know any of this?"

"I am not sure, Brook. But if he does he isn't showing any reaction. But he trusts and loves you and I will not stand in the way between you both. I wanna make that very clear. You both were meant to be together."

Brooklyn smiled at him as she rested her arms on her knees. The pair sat there in a comfortable silence until that peace was broken by the snapping of a twig.

Sam almost instantly had his gun cocked as Brooklyn's eyes turned blue green at the unseen presence. The angel was on her feet as her muscles tensed ready to do battle. Sam was right by her side as the sound of footsteps started to become audible. From the thicket a form slowly stumbled towards them unaware of the pair.

Sam trained his gun on the dark figure as it continued approaching the angel and hunter mumbling incoherently.

"No….Lucifer…..Never…."

Brooklyn's eyes went wide with recognition as identity of their visitor came to light.

"Sam wait!" She gently pushed the muzzle down before racing towards him.

Brooklyn caught her father before he collapsed to the wet ground. Gabriel looked up at his daughter unable to recognize her. His usually rich emerald pools were dark and languid as he continued mumbling. Brooklyn cradled her father in her arms and lifted her head towards Sam. The hunter stood there dumbfounded.

"Sam, go back to the motel, my father needs me. Something is wrong with him."

"Brook, let me help," Brooklyn shook her head and shot up a hand at her friend.

"No, Sam you cannot help this time. Just please go back. I will come back soon I promise."

Sam turned and sprinted for the car as Brooklyn vanished with her father in her arms.

Was it a coincidence that Sam and Brook happened to find Gabriel? And how will Castiel Dean and the others react when they learn what Samael did to Sam and Brook?

Again I want to thank everyone everyone for reading and supporting these works and characters!