A/N: Hi, guys! Happy Day Two! Now, I've been out all day, so I have a feeling my hands are going to be ready to fall off by the time I get done. Enjoy the suffering my art has brought me.

I wish I could say that this was the part of every story where things seem bleak for our heroes, but they're about to get better. This did have sports movie vibe about it and the underdogs were about to come back and win the big game. The quarterback was going to get the pretty cheerleader and they'd all live happily ever after. Unfortunately, Disney never told the story about the little girl being sought after by Lucifer.

We were boned. There was no delicate way of putting it. The optimistic crap I told Rowena was to keep her from killing us all. I knew how this was going to end. Bloody. Unnecessarily bloody. Do I want to be with Lucifer, doing whatever it is he wants me for? No. Do I want my brothers possibly dying over it? Hell no.

Rowena holed herself up in the dungeon, trying to figure out what's keeping her, while the rest of us went in separate directions. Chuck still needed to keep a watchful eye over Heaven and could use all the manpower he could get. Even Crowley left to look in on Hell. That left my brothers, my uncle, and me...

A year ago, I was just a high school kid that liked to get into trouble and cause mischief. I hung out with stoners, a reformed cokehead, and the mom that held them all together. Wake up, goto school, hang out with the band, deal with the nuns, jam, go to bed, repeat. I miss the days when things were that simple. Before I had monsters on my ass...

Why coudln't they have left me in Hartford? Why did they come in and stop that bum with the busted bottle? I could've bled out and I'd be less of a pain in the ass for them to deal with. No. Lena, you know damn well why they didn't leave you. Because we're family now. And in this family, we don't leave each other behind. They saw something in me.

What, I may never know, but here I am, spitting in the face of that second chance. What am I doing? I was supposed to die in a house fire when I was a baby, but I didn't. I was supposed to die in an orphanage fire when I was fourteen, but I didn't. I'm supposed to be brought to the feet of the damn devil himself, but there's no way in hell I'm going to. No sense in wallowing in self-pity like this.

"Boys," I pounded on their respective doors, "Get up."

"Not now, Lena," Dean grumbled on the other side.

"Come on," I kept knocking, "War room. Now."

"We appreciate the enthusiasm, Lena," Sam groaned, "But maybe you could tone it down a bit?"

"Nope!" I chirped, beating on the doors some more, "Come on, boys. Up. Now."

"Fine!" Dean was the first to come out of his room, "What do you want?"

"I got a sudden surge of energy," I made a beeline into the main room, "I feel like I could punch Lucifer right in the nads right now. No weapons."

"If you'll pardon the pun," he chuckled to himself, "That's pretty ballsy, kid."

"Uuuugggghhhhhh…"

"That's my girl," Uncle Bobby was already at the table, "Maybe you're more Singer than Winchester after all. Instead of bitching and moaning that won't get us anywhere, you got an idea."

"I never said I had an idea," I clarified, "But we could be making a more productive use of our time than accepting Lucifer as our lord and savior."

"And how do you propose we do that?" Dean sat down and cracked a beer on the table.

"We have to have something," I figured, "What about that weird gun you guys have? The one that can kill anything."

"The Colt can't kill Lucifer," Sam came out, "Been there, done that."

"Yeah," I remembered reading that. Stupid Lena.

"And there aren't any other spells in our vaults," Dean took my hand, "Valiant effort, kiddo, but we're not getting anywhere. All we can do is go down swinging."

"No," I refused, having my own movie moment, "I am not laying down here! Now, we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part. And if being with you two has taught me anything, it's that we're just the idiots to do it!"

Sam and Dean exchanged glances. Another thing I've learned with those two. They can have a full conversation and not say a single word. I'm just hoping what I said clicked with them. After a moment of silent delegation between the two of them, I think they finally had come to a decision.

"Your optimism is sickening, Lena," Dean smirked a bit, "But only you could put things into perfect perspective with an Animal House reference."

"Hell yeah, I can!" I gave him a high five. Mission accomplished, "So, what do we do?"

"Look into every piece of lore we got on archangels," Sam suggested, "Find a way to take one out."

"Alright, boys!" I cheered, "Let's get down to business."

Sam and Dean left to the bunker's extensive collection of lore books and got to work. Damn, motivational speaking takes more out of me than I expected. A part of me wanted to steal some of Dean's beer, but it's bad enough I'm taking his whiskey without him knowing. I'll let him keep his beer.

"You missed your calling, pumpkin," Uncle Bobby jabbed.

"I'm still young yet," I scoffed, "I can still reach my calling."

"You're into this hunting thing too deep," he sighed out, "This has become your calling. Besides, someone's got to keep an eye on those two, so they don't kill each other."

"Why me, though?" I pouted, "You'd think that two grown men would be able to reason things out amongst themselves."

"You'd think," Uncle Bobby laughed, "But Sam and Dean have been butting heads for as long as I've known them. But when I look in on them once in a while from upstairs, they haven't been at odds nearly as much as they used to be. And there's only been one new factor introduced in the past year."

I thought for a minute or two, "Me?"

"Yahtzee."

"How have I been holding them together?" I wondered, "You're not getting senile on me, are you, old man?"

"I'm dead, Lena," Uncle Bobby gave me a shove, "I think the senility train left the station when my lights went out. Joke all you want, though. You've been the glue with those boys since you came into their lives. I didn't put two and two together that it was you until Chuck told me, but I'm not surprised. You always had that air of rainbows and sunshine about you, despite everything that's happened."

"I haven't been rainbows and sunshine in a long time, Uncle Bobby," I confessed, "I'm barely held together with duct tape. Hell, I need Cas to go on a smoke run for me when he gets back. Between you and me, I have a minibar under my bed. I'm not the saint you make me out to be."

"Never said you were," he assured, "I'm just saying, pumpkin. Don't leave them two unattended. That's when bad things happen."

"I should proobably go check on them," I figured, "Make sure they didn't kill each other."

"Good idea."

Knock, knock.

Immediately, I jumped, reaching for the gun under the table, "Go get Sam and Dean."

"Be careful," Uncle Bobby warned, "Don't do anything stupid."

"I won't," I walked up the stairs, gun in hand, and heard the knocks again. I deepened my voice a little, "Who is it?"

"Tengo su pizza, señorita.," a familiar voice answered.

Hold on...No freakin' way...Slowly, I cracked the door open, pointing the gun in the gap, " Dónde está mi pizza, angelito?"

"Lena!" the door flew open, "Weird seeing you not in your head. You're cuter in person. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"Lena?" Sam came out, "Everything alright...?"

"Yeah," I skipped down the stairs, "Everything's cool. Just the pizza man, but nobody ordered pizza. I almost shouldn't let you in because of that, Gabriel. You owe me a pizza."

"Gabriel?" Dean followed, "Like...Gabriel, Gabriel?"

"Your friendly neighborhood archangel," he sang, "Hiya, Dean, Sam! Long time, no see!"

"Lena," Dean looked over at me with worry in his eyes, "Is he legit?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "It's him."

"Hold on," Sam thought it over, "Gabriel, how did you know where we were? You've never seen the bunker."

"Maybe it was that giant bat signal you had in the sky," Gabriel figured, "That spell you casted? I thought I said to get an experienced caster to do that."

"We got the most powerful witch we know!" I defended, "And if I remember correctly, you're the one that told me to get her in the first place."

"What's with all the noise?!" Speak of the devil, "I'm trying to work down there and you bloody idiots are up here making all kinds of racket! Only Winchesters can take something simple like research and make it loud."

"Hey, baby..." Gabriel charmed, "Miss me?"

"I think I'm going to be sick," Dean gagged.

"Ditto," Sam agreed.

"Gabriel..." Rowena gasped. She slowly approached him, resting her hand on his chest, "Are you...real?"

"Genuine article," Gabriel promised, slipping her a quick kiss, "So, I ask again. Did you miss me?"

THWAPP!

Rowena's hand whipped across his face, "You leave without even the slightest courtesy? No goodbye? No one last night together? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I deserved that," he nursed his reddening cheek, "I'm sorry, Rowena. I had things to do. I should've left a note."

"YOU SENT A TEXT MESSAGE!" her tirade continued, "And not even a message! You just sent me a frowny face emoji! TWO WEEKS LATER!"

"Ouch," I cringed, "Sorry, Gabriel, but I'm going to have to take Rowena's side here."

"As much as this is tickling me," Dean broke them up, "What do you mean, bat signal?"

"You think I'm the only one that saw that?" Gabriel asked, "No, no, no...When Rowena casted that spell, you broadcasted a giant signal to every angel and archangel to ever exist. And who else would be included on that list?"

"Lucifer..." I shook.

"That's right," he nodded, "And if someone were to pop the gates of Hell right now, Luci wouldn't hesitate to jimmy the lock on the cage and pop right out."

"Where did I go wrong?" Rowena asked, "You owe me, Gabriel. At least help me with this spell."

"Did you get all the herbs right?"

"Yes."

"The crystals?"

"Yes."

"The two bloods?"

"We used three," I told him, "Mine, Cas, and Chuck. Figured having the blood of God couldn't hurt."

"But it did," Gabriel groaned, "We can't use Dad's blood for this. That's like the divine times infinity! Cas' blood is fine. My blood would be fine. GOD? Not cool. Not ok. Let's try this again. Where's your altar?"

"In the dungeon," Sam directed him.

"In your what?" Gabriel gave him a look, "Why, Sam, I never thought you'd ask."

"Gabriel," I stopped him, "Quit hitting on my brothers."

"I saw them first," he nudged me.

"Go."

We all went back down to the dungeon to try the spell again. Rowena had her herbs and crystals perfectly arranged and organized. All we needed was the blood again. I took my knife out of my boot and ran the blade over the freshly scabbed cut I made last time. No sense in making a new scar, right?

"Hold on," Gabriel did a head count, "We're short one. Where's my little brother?"

"Heaven," I brushed him off, "Come on, Gabriel. It's a few drops."

"Me?" he squeaked, "Oh, hell no. Don't get me wrong, Lena. You're a sweet kid, but I don't think so."

"What's the matter?" Dean taunted, "Scared of a knife?"

"After I had an angel blade shanked through my ribcage?" Gabriel scoffed, "Yeah! I don't do knives very well."

"I have a little suggestion," Rowena flirted a bit, "I think I know how I can get the blood of the divine from you..."

"Even after I left you?" Gabriel got her message, "You'd still be willing to do something like that for little old me?"

"You...Me..." she ran her fingers up his chest, "Good champagne...Chocolate covered strawberries..."

"Rowena, you minx," he smirked, "You know me all too well, don't you?"

"Ok," Dean cringed, "I really am going to be sick."

"Come on, sweetie," I took him out of there, "Let's go back upstairs. None of us need to see this. Just get the spell over with, Rowena."

"My pleasure," Rowena threw Gabriel's jacket aside and the rest of us went upstairs. After that, I think we could all use a little bit of whiskey.

A/N: So, we're attempting the spell again. And even better, Gabriel's here! He passed up TJ to come play with the Winchesters. Honestly, I'd do the same. Even stranger yet, I didn't intend for Gabriel to be back until tomorrow, so yay! Early presents are fun. Also, I love how Lena's become a motivational speaker. I, for one, find that adorable. Maybe that's just me, but I do. Update, though: My wrists are throbbing and I need to break for a while. See you next chapter! xx