A/N: This song is an Elvis Presley song that sings in the background to this chapter. You Ain't Nothin but a Hound dog I think is the title :p for some reason it just seemed to fit so well in this chapter I had to use it XD

Amy slowly stirred as she came back to full awareness; her senses becoming aware one at a time. Slowly blinking her eyes open, she took in her surroundings. The black and white décor and the huge TV mounted on the wall told her all she needed to know about where she was.

Sighing Amy closed her eyes and relaxed, lying back down. She tried to remember everything that had happened the previous night and as the events came back, she shuddered and a tear leaked out from the corner of her eye.

'Now I remember,' Amy thought to herself, 'I was attacked by Sam and Dean because they thought I was a trickster…that I was Gabe.'

Amy's heart squeezed painfully at the idea; Sam and Dean had been here for Gabe to kill him. She had to warn him! He may have actually killed those people and another professor but he was still her friend! Amy's heart twisted but she knew what she had to do. She couldn't judge Gabe she wasn't God so instead she would watch over him as best as she could.

"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit

And you ain't no friend of mine"

"Yeah man, sing it again Elvis!" a voice shouted from behind the couch coming from the kitchen.

Amy immediately shot up off the couch as soon as she heard the music blaring and promptly lost her balance, falling off the side. Peaking back over the back of it, she stared at Gabe.

He was standing there in his white wife beater shirt and a pair of deep blood red boxers. Tapping his foot, he waved his spatula around in the air crazily as he worked at the stove; a sizzling sound reached Amy's ears along with a sweet smell permeating the air.

Amy got up from her position on the floor and walked around the couch towards the kitchen.

"Gabe!" Amy called out.

Turning quickly Gabe saw her and gave one of his huge smiles that brightened his whole face and made his eyes sparkle and twinkle.

"Amy! Glad to see your up!" he shouted out as he snapped his fingers and the record player stopped turning.

Amy raised her eyebrows at this and turned to him. Gabe just shrugged his shoulders and turned back around to get the pancake from the frying pan. Flipping it onto a plate on the counter he whistled.

"I hope your hungry girl cause I'm making lots for all of us," Gabe said cheerfully, "oh and how's your shoulder feeling?"

Amy had opened her mouth to ask him who was coming, but upon being asked about her shoulder, all thought flew from her head. She reached up and lightly pulled down her shirt so that she could see the smooth unblemished skin. No scar, no bruise, her skin wasn't even raised in the slightest. Frowning Amy gingerly touched her shoulder and marveled at how well it felt. It didn't even feel stiff.

Looking back up, she saw Gabe watching her carefully. Amy swallowed hard and nodded her head at him.

"You did that I'm guessing," she said to him softly, "well thank you for that it doesn't hurt at all."

Gabe nodded and smiled gently at her. "I'm glad to hear that hun, but I am a God you know," he said to her winking, "I can pull off just about anything."

Amy smiled sheepishly. "Umm Gabe there's something I have to tell you-"

"Save it kid," Gabe waved his hand, "right now let's just enjoy the moment shall we? We have pancakes being made, a good song playing by the way, and your fine! Anything else can wait till a little later then you can tell me everything; now want to help me?" he asked her raising his eyebrow back at her.

Amy smiled. "Sure."

"Now that's exactly what I like to hear!"

Snapping his fingers again, Elvis Presley's voice filled the small kitchen once more. Amy pranced up to Gabe's side and looked down at the pancake.

"Gabe how many chocolate chips did you put in it!" Amy asked as her eyes bugged out slightly.

Gabe winked at her. "A fair few."

"That's more than a fair few Gabe, what are you trying to do, give us all cavities for life?" asked Amy laughing at this. It didn't even resemble a pancake anymore there were so many chocolate chips piled on it.

Gabe burst out laughing. "Relax girl that one's mine! Yours I just finished but I'm making a lot more so you better have a huge appetite."

Amy rolled her eyes as Gabe grabbed the spatula and flipped the pancake and Amy started whipping up the batch for the next pancake.

A chocolate chip came whizzing out of nowhere and smacked Amy on the nose. Jumping she turned and looked at Gabe, shocked.

"You little trickster!" she shouted at him indignantly laughing again.

"That's what they call me!"

Amy grabbed a dollop of pancake mix and lobbed it at Gabe, it flew through the air straight and true and would have hit him square in the forehead, however, at the last second, Gabe dodged it and it splat onto the wall dripping sluggishly to the floor.

Snickering Gabe turned back to her and waved a finger. "Ah, ah, ah, don't try to pull one on me girl, you'll lose."

Rolling her eyes Amy turned back to her batter. "We'll just see about that Gabe, I'll get you when your least expecting it."

Gabe flipped the pancake onto the plate and Amy poured the batter for the next one. Suddenly the song went to its instrumental piece.

Gabe perked up and grabbed Amy's arms. "Dance with me! I love the instrumental part to this song! You can't beat the classics!"

Gabe began twisting and dancing exuberantly on the floor of the kitchen. Amy laughed at him and shook her head. "I can't dance Gabe!"

"Oh pish posh dancing like singing comes from the soul! There's no right or wrong way to dance so come on dance with me! Besides you did great last time!" he said happily, as he grabbed her arms and started to twist her around.

Amy laughed and tried to stop but it was as if Gabe's good mood was infectious. The both of them began twisting on the floor to Elvis's song laughing too hard to care.

"See you are a pro!" Gabe shouted out.

"Haha well maybe next to you I look like a pro!" Amy shouted back to him.

"Hey!" Gabe shouted indignantly.

"Just kidding Gabe!" Amy cried back laughing so hard she thought she cramped her entire stomach.

Gabe looked up and sniffed the air, turning to her he asked, "Do you smell that?"

Sniffing to Amy could smell the pungent aroma of something burning. Both of them turned towards the stove at the same time and their eyes bugged. The pancake in the frying pan was starting to smoke.

Running up to it Gabe conjured up a fire extinguisher and pointed it at the smoking pancake.

"Gabe wait don't!" Amy shouted but it was too late.

Gabe pointed and fired the fire extinguisher. A huge spray of white foam shot out of the extinguisher and covered absolutely everything. Amy stood there shocked as the foam backfired and covered herself; turning she saw Gabe likewise covered.

Grabbing a spoon Amy looked at her reflection. Her eyebrows and hair were covered in the white foam and even her cheeks were white.

"Yeah well you should see yourself Mr. Santa Claus," Amy said sardonically as Gabe laughed at her visage.

He stopped laughing and grabbed the spoon from her. His whole face was covered in a fluffy looking white beard from the foam giving him a Santa Claus appearance. They both started laughing again as the fire extinguisher disappeared from the room.

"Well at least the smoke is out," Gabe said offhand as the record kept playing.

"Yeah, but now all the pancakes are ruined," Amy said chuckling slightly.

"Not to worry Aim," Gabe said clicking his fingers.

Suddenly all the pancakes were pristine as well as the whole area. The pancake that they had just recently ruined was sizzling gently on the frying pan and the both of them were all completely cleaned up. Even the pancake batter on the wall was cleaned.

Amy looked around and nodded her head. "I would love to do that once in a while," Amy, said.

Gabe shrugged. "Well since you can't that's exactly why you have me!"

He flipped the pancake over and turned to look at her. "Would you put more chocolate chips in this one?"

Amy nodded. "Sure."

She reached over to put some on when she suddenly lost her balance and tripped into Gabe. The bowl of chocolate chips went spinning into the air as they both fell into a heap on the floor little chocolate chips raining down on them making little pinging noises as they hit the tile. The bowl clashed down onto the stove.

Slowly getting up they looked down at the….pancake? It didn't even resemble a pancake anymore. The chocolate chips were bubbling and melting across the whole pancake batter so none of it could be seen anymore, and it took on a dark chocolate hue.

"I'm sorry Gabe I didn't mean for that to happen," Amy started to say but Gabe waved her away.

"Are you kidding me? This looks excellent!" Gabe exclaimed excitedly.

Amy gave him a dead panned look. "You're kidding me."

"I kid you not!" he exclaimed as he cooked the…pancake for another few minutes then put it on a plate separately from the rest.

"Just as long as you eat it," Amy warned him.

"Who else is going to?" asked Gabe questioningly.

Amy smirked and rolled her eyes at him. "Good point." The song kept playing as they kept on making their pancakes.

"Did you put it on repeat?" asked Amy askance after hearing the song for what felt like the tenth time.

Gabe raised his eyebrows at her suggestively. "What can I say I love this song! I actually knew Elvis you know."

Amy raised her brows at him. "Really?"

"Yup! Let me tell you the guy really knew how to party it up!" Gabe said to her winking.

Through the blare of the music, the talking, and the sizzling of the pancakes both of them didn't notice or hear the door opening and closing behind them.

"What in the world happened here?" a voice asked above the music.

Jumping Gabe and Amy turned around to look at the person who had just spoken. Lance and Jazz stood in the entryway to the kitchen staring at the mess littering the floor. Gabe and Amy looked down and saw all the chocolate chips that they had neglected to pick up when they had fallen a little earlier.

"Well Gabe, either you have a lot of little bunnies that like to poop a lot or it's chocolate chips," said Jazz decisively.

Lance stooped down next to her and picked up a small chocolate chip. Plopping it into his mouth he chewed thoughtfully for a second or two.

Swallowing he said, "Were good; it's just chocolate chips."

"Of course it is sheesh," Gabe said turning back to the frying pan, "hey did anyone see a missing pancake?"

Amy glanced at him confusedly. Looking down at the frying pan she noticed that it wasn't there, or on the spatula…

Suddenly with a splat, the pancake fell straight onto Gabe's head with a loud squelch. Lance burst out laughing and even Amy and Jazz had to laugh too at the look on Gabe's face.

"Never mind, found it," said Gabe dejectedly.

A few minutes later they were all seated comfortably around Gabe's table which he had enlarged to make room for not only them but for the toppings for the pancakes. Apparently they needed everything that you could possible imagine to top a pancake if you were going to eat them, from the plain maple syrup and margarine to things like whipping cream, chocolate syrup, different fruits, and even gummy bears?

Amy had wrinkled her nose at this but didn't otherwise say anything about it. Grabbing a pancake she lightly spread margarine on it, drizzled some syrup, and started eating. Jazz sprinkled some fruit lightly over hers and began and Lance just grabbed a chocolate chip one and began eating it plain. Gabe on the other hand grabbed his….pancake and loaded it with tons of whipped cream, chocolate syrup and even gummy bears on it. Amy could even swear she saw sprinkles and some other things that she just cared not to pay attention to.

Lance wrinkled his nose at this. "Gabe that's disgusting. It's not even a pancake anymore."

Gabe glared at him from across the table. "And am I forcing you to eat any of it? No. So buzz off Lance."

Jazz and Amy shared two twin smirks at this and lightly kept on eating. Finally, Jazz looked up again as Gabe kept scarfing down his…breakfast.

"Amy I heard what happened the other day," Jazz said quietly, "we all did actually."

It became quiet around the table, even Gabe seemed to have frozen. Amy lightly put her fork down and wiped her mouth on her napkin.

"Umm yeah, luckily Gabe found me in time," Amy said quietly, "umm who exactly were they?"

"Their called hunters," Lance explained from his end of the table, "their main goal is to hunt down anything supernatural that harms humans and put a stop to them."

"You mean they kill them," Amy said.

"Amy, some monsters in this world go extremely bad and need to be dealt with and that's what the hunters do," Jazz tried to explain.

"No Jazz that isn't all they do," said Gabe finally speaking up, "don't sugar coat it for her she should know. Some hunters Amy don't differentiate if a monster is good or bad they just kill them because their different. I've seen plenty of monsters who have tried to make a better living and live alongside people; but some hunters still don't like that and exterminate them immediately."

"But if they're not doing anything wrong-"

"That's just it Amy they don't believe you aren't doing anything wrong," Lance said, "they think just because you're different from the rest of the population that you're a nuisance and a pest that's dangerous but that's in actuality wrong. It doesn't always turn out that way."

"Why did they target you Amy?" asked Jazz suddenly changing the topic.

Amy fidgeted in her seat. "Because I was the most likely perpetrator I think. I had connections no matter how small to all the victims."

Lance's eyes blazed as he looked directly across the table at Gabe staring down at his food.

"This is your entire fault Gabe," Lance spat out through clenched teeth.

Gabe looked up sharply at him and frowned.

"If you hadn't have taken those kinds of victims then they wouldn't have looked at Amy to begin with!" Lance accused angrily.

"Hey I can't help it alright? They were the jerks on campus it's just my M.I.O to take them out alright?" said Gabe.

"No it's not alright Gabe! You could have killed her!"

"But she's fine and I didn't!"

Lance breathed heavily and it was absolutely silent around the table as the two men stared each other down.

"You will be the death of her yet Gabe, mark my words," Lance spat out at him and stormed out of the small apartment.

Jazz and Amy gazed at each other. Gabe silently ran a hand through his shaggy hair as he sat back down.

"Amy, what were the names they gave you?" he asked her quietly.

Amy swallowed painfully. "Sam and Dean," she muttered quietly.

Gabe looked at her sharply. "Are you sure that that was their names? Did they give you a last name too?"

Amy shook her head no at him. Gabe sighed and sat back in his chair.

"What are you going to do Gabe?" asked Jazz quietly. Amy looked at her with gratitude she didn't have the strength to ask the question that was most on her mind at the moment. She thought she knew the answer but yet at the same time she didn't want it confirmed.

"I'll deal with them," said Gabe.

"Gabe-"Amy began to speak but Gabe over rode her.

"No Amy I have to deal with this, don't talk to them and stay near Jazz and Lance I don't think they know about either of you yet."

It was silent around the table for a while. Finally, Gabe spoke up to Jazz.

"You know what's going to happen don't you?"

Jazz nodded her head dejectedly as Amy stared at her two friends worriedly.

"Sorry what's going to happen?" she asked confusedly.

"We're going to have to leave here Amy, possibly for good, and there's a good chance we may never see you again."

The pit of Amy's stomach dropped upon hearing this uttered out of her friend's mouth.

A/N: LOL I'm not laughing at the ending just at the beginning again XD I can just picture it all so well in my mind's eye I guess :p so I hope you all enjoyed it!