Epilogue
The ringing of the phone echoed in the huge, empty house. The sound pierced the silence, one ring after another, but no one was there to answer. Finally, the call went to voicemail.
"You've reached the Trickster mansion," Christine's cheerful voice said in the recording. "No one's home, or perhaps we're being too loud to hear the phone. Leave a message, we won't call you back anyway. Beep!" she concluded, then laughed. The recording stopped and the machine did a real "beep".
On the other end of the phone, Dean Winchester cleared his throat.
"Hey guys, you there?" he asked. He waited a few seconds, but no one picked up. "Ok, fine… so, uh, call me if you get this. I know you don't really give a crap, but we're having a bit of a problem around here… we could use some help. See, there's this chick…"
"Eve, Dean," Sam's voice scolded him.
"Yeah, Eve, whatever," the elder Winchester mumbled into the phone. "Anyway, just… call me back, ok? Seriously. Ok. Bye," he said, then hung up.
"End of message," the machine's metallic voice stated, and a red light came on, on the side of the phone. It would be hours before the couple came home, and when they appeared in the kitchen, neither of them noticed the flashing red light on the phone.
Christine stumbled on her own feet, nearly falling down her high heeled shoes. Gabriel caught her and held her up, and she let out a cheerful laugh.
"You're so drunk," he commented, smiling.
"I am not!" she objected, and Gabriel raised a brow. "What was that I was drinking anyway?" she chuckled.
"No idea," he smirked.
"It tasted funny!" she laughed.
"Ok, this is the last time I let you hang with Dionysus."
"He's definitely my favorite god," she chuckled, struggling to get the words right.
"I thought Thor was your favorite god," Gabriel smirked.
"Thor's hot," she agreed, and the archangel snorted. Christine laughed at him and placed a kiss on his nose.
"Okay, you need to sleep…"
"Look, look! Pretty red light!" she cheered, pointing at the phone, trying to break free from Gabriel's hold. The archangel didn't let her go, she would surely fall flat on the floor if he did.
"Yes, ok, calm down, sweet cheeks," he chuckled, and watched in amusement as she tried to hit the right button on the answering machine. After a few tries she was successful, and they heard Dean's message.
Gabriel snorted, and she just laughed again.
"Eve," he thoughtfully said. Christine tilted her head in confusion, then gasped in realization, and happily pointed at a bowl of apples on the kitchen counter.
"Apple!" she cheered. "Garden! Snake!" she added, and then burst into laughter again. Gabriel shook his head, smiling.
"Yes, honey."
"Eve," she repeated, pouting her lips. Gabriel chuckled and swooped her up in his arms, ignoring her complaints. He took her upstairs to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. He was gonna leave her there to go call Dean back, but she reached out her hands and pulled him down in a kiss.
"Don't go, love," she said, and the archangel smiled back. She got so needy when she was drunk. Not that it bothered him. He grinned, and kissed her softly. Christine smiled against his lips, and threw her arms around his neck.
"I ain't goin' anywhere, sugar."
the end
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