Christmas with the Winchesters sure was great. Maybe it was because I'd never had one before, or maybe it was due to the fact that now had a family. A real family. Not one made of orphans and people who would always overlook me.

But the fact that it was with the Winchesters, Bobby and even Castiel, made it worth it. It was my first and last Christmas with them. But it was the best thing I could ever ask for.

We had it at Bobbys. We had the usual ham, turkey and other things. Then of coarse there was pie. Lots of beer and whiskey. It was all in all a great night. Best of the year.

Took our minds off of all that was going on. But, I bet you want to know what happened.

Christmas Day, Singer Salvage Yard.

Bobby had sent me out to get a few things, for hunting purposes. It was the only thing he trusted me with. Anything else and he didn't want to risk it. But it was risky enough, just with me leaving and going into the small shop.

I had forgotten what time of year it was, so when I pulled into the yard seeing the Impala, I was surprised. First thing to flash through my mind was that something was terribly wrong. Maybe Dean had said yes, or Sam had. Or one of them... I didn't want to think about it.

I practically flew out of the car, grabbing the bag as I went. Nearly forgetting it in the rush, and then going in.

The door opened, I walked in and there was a tree in the study. Tinsel and baubles decorating it. And then Castiel in his usual trench coat placing an angel atop it.

My mouth was slightly agape, I turned to the kitchen seeing the boys talking. They hadn't even noticed me walk in yet. I put the bag down, then walked to the brothers who were standing next to each other. I slung an arm around each of their necks in a kinda half hug, making them support my weight. "Hey guys. Long time." I chimed.

Bobby was trying to stifle a laugh, Dean just gave me his look. The one where he was just so done. And Sam just smiled, giving me a hug of his own. "Hey Anna."

Then Dean gave in and hugged me with one arm, "Hey."

"You get the stuff I asked ya ta get?" Bobby broke the reunion, a hint of a smile on his face.

I just nodded and handed him the bag, Castiel had made his way to the kitchen by now. Standing awkwardly by as he always does. I decided that if the brothers got a hug, then Cas would too, so when I opened my arms towards him, he looked to the others for some sort of confirmation. Or help. And then he got hugged, and stood stock still. "Hey Cas'." I let go after a moment or two.

Bobby was rifling through the bag, putting things away.

The table was set. Red and green the theme it seems.

Then it hit me. Christmas. I'd forgotten. "It's Christmas, isn't it?"

"That seems to be the case." The first words to come from Cas was the confirmation of the date. Great.

Sam pushed his hair back, "Yeah, Merry Christmas."

"You forgot Christmas?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Unbelievable."

"I have had a lot on my mind. Unlike you, Mr. Pie Mind..." I poked my tongue out at him before adding, "Merry Christmas."

The rest of the day went by with more awkward Cas moments and Sam's bitch faces, idjit moments and Dean being Dean. It was the last fond memory I'd had with them all. The last moment before hell broke lose and the last moment we all had to ourselves. The last chance we'd had to unwind properly. Without incident.

It was the best day of my life and with the only family I had. A family I'd lost. And now, I had to work to get everything back to what it was. Or as close to it as I could.

But now isn't the time for reminiscing.

Gabriel.

Help.

The room was silent, a sickening scowl was on the mans face. Eyes blacker than hells depths pierced into the injured girls own. Watching as she called to some unknown entity. As she lost consciousness.

A rustling of feathers filled the room, something the creature had only linked to that of a bird. But the thing before him was far from that. Bright and brilliant. Fierce, absolute, loyal. The Winchesters would argue that it was a ripe pain in the ass.

But the golden eyes screamed bloody murder at the demon. There was no escaping his wrath. A wrath brought on from the pleas of his self-appointed charge. Something that was swift.

In the time the creature realised what it was facing it was to late. His fingers snapped and the life, or whatever was left in the demon that you could call life, was snuffed out.

And another snap, they were back at the hotel. Car out front. He wouldn't forget that. Dean would have his head, even if he was dead. And then he would have to deal with a very, very pissed of Annabell. And he didn't want that either. Nor did he want her to suffer the injuries.

He placed two fingers to her forehead and she was as good as new, even her clothes were fixed. But she didn't wake up. She was still out. Asleep.

The archangel looked at her for a moment longer, and he saw why. She was dreaming. Going somewhere away from all the pain of reality.

He even saw how awkward his brother was when he was given a present. How happy she had been. And he looked at how she had been with him, and found it hard to believe she was the same person. But he knew how dark times could change people. Perhaps for the better.

Gabriel-

I knew I shouldn't have let her go in there alone. I knew it. Luci's up to something. Now she just here. Asleep. No, she's not in a coma.

But I know where he is. But she needs to be ready, to trust me. If she doesn't... It may not work. We won't beat him. It'll be like the Elysian Hotel all over.

Annabell-

It felt as though the suns rays were piercing through the curtains, straight to my face. Only the demon, and Gabriel... But if he didn't come why is the ground so soft and the air so bright.

"Where am I?" I tried to say, but it came out as a drowsy grumbled mess.

"She's awake!" The cheery voice of Gabe rung out.

I only just tried to open my eyes, it was so bright. "Where are we?" I asked again, this time I hoped I was understandable.

"The hotel... Are you alright?" He asked.

I looked around. It looked... Different. Like something was eating it away. "I'm-I'm fine. Just..." I squinted when I looked at him. "Why are you so bright?" The only thing I could really make out was his bright silhouette and burning golden eyes. And he seemed to light the whole room, and then there was the outlines of two gigantic wings that billowed out behind him.

"Uhh... You can see me?" I could hear an ounce of concern in his voice, like it wasn't meant to happen.

"I can see the glow... Just not you, YOU. I think?" I rubbed the bridge of my nose, and blinked a few times trying to concentrate. This glow was going to give me a headache. But just like that, it was gone. All but the eyes. But the room was still brighter. "Okay you just stopped... But your eyes."

He sighed and started mumbling about something. That this was odd and wasn't meant to happen with what I was meant to do. "We should go."

"Where? We don't know..."

"I know where he is. Okay?" I just stared, he knew? And he just said nothing. We could have headed there straight away.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

He just looked at me with the glowy eyes. It was creepy to say the least. "You did say you had no idea how to do what you were born to do." He pointed out. "And failed to do it..." He mumbled the last part.

"But now I have glow-o-vision." I countered. "And no time will prepare me for facing your brother. Even if it is suicidal..."

"Nothing short of what the Tweedles woulda done." He said softly, "SO. Eat up, get ready. And pick a destination."

"Can't I..." He shot me a look that told me he wasn't taking a no, especially after what I pulled. So that's what I would do. Even if I didn't agree with it at the moment. "Fine."

About an hour passed and we were out on the road again. But I was barred from driving because of the glow-o-vision. Just in case I suddenly started to see extremely bright beings once more. Even after some arguing about them more than likely not being on earth any more. Apart from the fallen.

But I was still unable to. So now an archangel is driving. Driving Deans car. The archangel that killed him a few hundred times in a row, just to make a point to his brother. At least he doesn't remember any of it...

But now we're on our way to face the final battle. I think. That is where he last knew Not-Sam to be, so that is where we are going. To New York. Who knew he'd be slumming it?