Sam and Castiel found Elizabeth holding Gabriel in her arms. The two shared a look between each other, and then made themselves known. "Is everything okay?" Sam asked. Elizabeth raised her head off of Gabriel's, her eyes were red but she smiled from ear to ear. She nodded. Sam walked over to the bed, as he did Gabriel and Elizabeth untangled from each other. Elizabeth sat on one side, Sam the other, and Gabriel was sitting in-between.

"Maybe this will speed the process," Sam spoke as he took a small vile of bright blue grace from his pocket. Without looking away from the vile, Gabriel's hand searched for Elizabeth's amongst the sheets. When he found her's he held on tight, Elizabeth responded by gently rubbing her thumb across his hand. Sam opened the vile and gave it to Gabriel. At first, Gabriel hesitated, he looked over at his younger brother Castiel. He had a sad look across his face, which was different from his usual emotionless expressions. Looking over at Sam, Gabriel wasn't surprised to find him looking like a sad puppy wanting his owner to feel better. Then Gabriel looked at Elizabeth. She had a smile on her face, she was hopeful. Her eyes motioned for him to take the grace, her face told him that everything would be all right. It was then that he put the vile to his lips and sucked the grace into him. A moment passed, the three of them were all quiet. Gabriel could sense that they were waiting for something to happen.

"Is it helping?" Elizabeth asked kindly.

The hope in her eyes made Gabriel want to lie but he couldn't lie to her, not anymore, "I don't know…"

Before Elizabeth could say something comforting Sam's phone rang. All eyes were on his pocket. Hesitantly, Sam grabbed his phone and picked it up, before answering he pressed the speaker button, "Hello?"

"Samuel," the voice that spoke Sam's name was southern and smooth as honey. It also made Gabriel latch onto Elizabeth's arm tight. It was Asmodeus, the last living prince of Hell. He continued, "I hope you're having a pleasant day. It's come to my attention you folk have something that belongs to me, and I'd like it back."

Sam looked up from the phone to Elizabeth and Gabriel, and then to Cas, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I believe you do. And I'm-a give you one chance to return him to me. No harm, no foul."

"I'm hanging up," Sam promptly replied.

Asmodeus' calm voice changed quickly to raw anger, "Do not hang up on me!" There was a pause as if he wanted to see if the hunter followed his orders. When he continued his voice was calm again, "Gabriel is of no use to you in his current condition. Should you choose to resist me, I will have no choice but to take him by force. I will reduce you and that sad little bunker of yours to ashes. You got 10 minutes to decide. Now you can hang up." Before Sam could, the call ended.

Sam, Elizabeth, and Cas stared at each other, switching from face to face. Gabriel looked at the bed, he began to rock back and forth as he held onto Elizabeth's arm tight. The group stayed like that for a moment until Sam stood up.

"I'm going to make sure the bunker is properly warded, Liz could you go grab some weapons just in case?" Sam asked politely.

"Yeah of course—" As Elizabeth began to stand Gabriel pulled her back to the bed. He looked at her with horror in his eyes, his voice seemed to vanish again but Elizabeth could tell he was begging her to stay. "Cas could you grab them?" She asked.

Castiel nodded, "Okay." With that, Sam and Castiel were out of the bedroom.

Gabriel began to rock back and forth again. Elizabeth motioned herself so that she was sitting in front of him. His head was bowed, his eyes were staring at the bed, but Elizabeth could tell his mind was elsewhere. "Gabriel?" She called softly, trying to bring him back. He didn't acknowledge her. Elizabeth would have felt invisible if it weren't for his hands grasping her left arm. With her right hand, she gently held his chin and lifted his head. "Gabriel, he's not going to take you. I don't know how he got you in the first place but you have Cas, Sam, and I to help you this time. But we may need your help, and I need to know you'll be able to help us." She looked into his eyes as he looked into hers, but his mind was still miles away. "Gabriel?"

Castiel came into the bedroom first, he walked over to the bed and handed Elizabeth an angel blade. Elizabeth could remember the first time using one, it felt awkward. The blade was longer than her pocket knife but it was thinner than her hatchet. Now the feeling of it felt comforting. She stuck it in the inner pocket of her jacket.

"Thanks," her voice sounded more tired than grateful. Castiel replied with one of his side-smiles.

"All right," Sam spoke as he rushed in through the doorframe, "I did what I could to help the bunker's warding, but who knows if it's enough." Sam took a minute to notice Gabriel, "How's he?"

Elizabeth looked back at Gabriel before she answered. The broken angel was still rocking back and forth. "I'm not sure," Elizabeth answered.

Before Sam could reply the lights of the bunker went out. The four of them were only in total darkness for a quick moment before the emergency amber lights went on. Sam and Castiel ran out of the hall without a word. It wasn't soon after that that Elizabeth could hear them fighting what she could only assume to be demons. How many were out there? She thought. Asmodeus has all of hell at his command, he could have ordered every demon to the bunker to drag Gabriel back. She felt a rush of fear course through her but she pushed it down. She couldn't afford to be scared right now. To calm herself she focused on Gabriel.

All the while Gabriel was focusing on Elizabeth. Trying to memorize every tiny detail of her face before he was sent back to hell. He knew he was going back and that terrified him. He knew when he got back Asmodeus would punish him. The Demon Prince will tie his mouth shut once again just to let Gabriel tear them open to let out scream after scream when he was being tortured. In the beginning, Gabriel fought as long as he could. He joked and mocked the Colonel Sanders look-alike but sooner than he'd like to admit he broke. His words this evening in the bunker were his first in what felt like decades. And now he was back to being silent, being frightened, being broken. But he thought maybe, just maybe, if he can memorize Elizabeth's hopeful face he could make it through all the centuries of silence to come.

Then he heard it. Down the hallway, there were two demons marching towards them. They must have slipped past Castiel and Sam because those two were already in the bunkers main room. Gabriel's eyes glanced at the doorframe for a moment. Elizabeth caught the movement. She whipped her head around expecting to see someone but no one was there. Her human ears couldn't pick up the demons footfalls, but she knew Gabriel sensed someone coming.

"I gotta go help Sam and Cas," Elizabeth tried to stand off the bed but Gabriel pulled her back again. She saw his begging eyes, they seemed to be twice their usual size. "You have to let me go Gabriel." He looked at his hand that was grasping her arm and then he let go. His knees bent up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. Before leaving, Elizabeth gently pushed some locks of hair off his forehead with her finger before kissing the top of his head. "It's going to be okay," she spoke gently into his hair. With that, she left the bedroom.

The hall seemed to be darker than the bedroom. Elizabeth's sight was tinted red by the emergency lights as if she wore tinted red sunglasses. Even though her vision was poor, it wasn't hard for her to see the first demon charging towards her. Like most upper-class demons this one was wearing a suit, Elizabeth couldn't tell if it was grey, black, or dark blue. Holding an angel blade up like an icepick, The demon roared a battle cry as he charged her. Just as the demon got within Elizabeth's range she swiftly sidestepped and held out her blade in the space where she originally stood. The demon ran right into it. A red light shined off and on under the demon's skin before its body went limp. Elizabeth pulled her blade out just as another demon charged her. This time Elizabeth charged the demon as well. With only moments before the two would collide with one another, the hunter jumped into the air and brought her knee up as if she was about to give the demon a front kick to the gut. This made the demon bring his arms down from his face, blacking his torso with his forearms. Elizabeth smiled, she brought her knee back and punched her blade through the demons right eye. She landed her jump kneeling beside the dead demon's head. Again, she pulled her blade out and moved forward.

The first thing Elizabeth saw when she stepped into the main room of the bunker was Castiel and Sam laying on the floor. She thought they might have gotten stabbed or worse but it wasn't until she was brought down by some powerful force that she knew it was something else. She couldn't move an inch. Her head was facing the door of the bunker, that's when she noticed Asmodeus. With a flash, he was a few feet away from her.

"And where do you think you're going, missy?" Asmodeus spoke with an evil grin.

Elizabeth wanted to sass him, to yell at him, to kill him for what he did. But all she could do was glare. She watched as his mouth quirked, he was about to say something to her, but then his eyes caught something on her left. The Demon Prince smiled. Trying her hardest to look to her left, Elizabeth saw two demons dragging Gabriel out of the hallway. The broken angel looked terrified as his eyes shifted from Elizabeth to Asmodeus.

"Oh, I missed you, boy," Asmodeus voice was sweet. If you didn't know him you could mistake it as genuine, but to Elizabeth, it was anything but. Asmodeus' eyes were glued to Gabriel as the demons dragged him up the iron staircase towards the bunker's door, "I'm-a have to punish you rather severely, I'm afraid."

Then he turned back to face Sam, Elizabeth and Castiel, "as for you three…" With a flick of his hand, the three started to writhe in pain. Elizabeth felt like her body was burning and ripping apart all at the same time. It was like nothing she ever felt before. The only thing she could do was scream out in pain.

Her scream triggered something in Gabriel's brain. His mind started to come back, passing by moments of the past where he was always there for Elizabeth. From the time she almost fell off her bike up to the time she was almost killed by his brother. When Gabriel was around Elizabeth was never put in harm's way, yet there she was screaming in pain. The sound sparked a flame inside him. With a blink, his golden eyes glowed blue. Gabriel rolled his shoulders with such impact that the demons on either side of him went flying.

"Gabriel! What are you doing, son? You know too well what I can do to you. I broke you!" Asmodeus warned. Yet Gabriel didn't seem fazed, his eyes changed to bright white as his wounds healed. "You're too weak!" The demon roared. But Gabriel didn't coward like he used to. The light from his eyes started to surround him. There behind him, was the shadow of his angelic wings. Asmodeus yelled as he shot a ball of energy towards the archangel. Gabriel swatted it aside as if it was a petty fly.

"Not anymore," Gabriel spoke with his signature smirk."Oh, by the way, I always hated that dumbass suit." With a snap of his fingers, Gabriel made Asmodeus turn to flames.

As the Demon Prince burned and died, Elizabeth could feel the pain slink away. She breathed in deeply as she sat up. Looking over at Sam and Castiel, she could see that they were free as well. Her pulse was like a beating drum in her ears as she tried her best to take deep breaths. When Asmodeus inflicted that feeling on her, Elizabeth shut her eyes. She could hear what was going on around her but it was almost like it was all happening miles away. The only sound she could focus on was her screaming. Suddenly she remembered Gabriel. She looked up to the balcony of the bunker but no one was there. A dark feeling crept from the pit of her stomach. They got him. She thought.

"Hey sweetheart," a voice came from beside her. Looking to her right she saw Gabriel looking down at her. He no longer had blood, stitches, or gashes on his face. He smiled at her as he did dozens of times before. The type of smile that could melt the North Pole. He looked like the Gabriel she once knew, her Gabriel.

"Gabriel?" Her voice was but a whisper. Am I dead? Or am I dreaming?

"The one and only," Gabriel smirked. He held out his hand for her. Cautiously Elizabeth took it. With one swift motion, Gabriel pulled her up. Her face landed in the crook of his neck and her arms wrapped around his torso. He no longer smelled like death. He smelled like peppermint, the scent that always reminded her of him. It truly was her angel.

"Gabriel, you're okay?" Sam asked from behind Elizabeth. Elizabeth pulled away from the angel. Her cheeks grew a touch pink as she realized they weren't alone.

"Nice to see you had faith in me, Samantha," Gabriel smiled.

"Yeah. He's fine," Castiel commented.

"How about you guys? I see you got a new pad. A bit classier than your usual motel but hey it's an improvement," Gabriel walked around the room as he checked the place out, "so whats new with the Scooby gang?"

Elizabeth, Sam, and Castiel shared a look before she answered, "well it's a long story…"


Sorry, this chapter was super late guys. From now on I'm going to be focusing on quality, not quantity. I can't promise you that you'll get a chapter each week. But I can promise you that I'm going to complete this story. So stay tuned. I'm not going anywhere and neither should you.