Sorry/Not Sorry for the LONG chapter ahead. I didn't want to split it in half so...
Well this takes an interesting turn. Was totally not expecting all the Gabanna moments in this chapter, but I gotta admit, I ship it.
We're finally bringing this 'episode' to an end though.
Got two minor characters I plan to bring in- though I can't say for sure when. One will definitely be in sometime during season 5 though. The other might be season 6. Maybe.
I actually created another video for this fic, which you can find all three on youtube. Just search for:
Legacies - Memories
Gabriel-Anna - if I had You
Legacies - Warriors (this one introduces the two new minor OC's)
It'll be videos by: Lokis Winchester
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
But Anna is alllll mine
"Supernatural is filmed before a live studio audience." Dean's voice rang out, before the screen cut to him, putting some things in a fridge. He turns around and applause rings out, before he walks over to a table with an over-the-top, foot-tall sandwich.
"I'm gonna need a bigger mouth," Dean says to himself, as a laugh track plays. Even I couldn't help but chuckle; it hadn't been long that I've known my brother, but even I knew he loved his food.
Sam entered the room through a motel door and another ring of applause sounded, causing Sam to look uncomfortable.
"Hey there, Sam," Dean greets," What's happening?"
"Oh, nothing. Um. Just the end of the world." More laughing as Sam saw the Sandwich, and stated," You're gonna need a bigger mouth."
"Seriously though- what's with the laugh tracks? They're so annoying and cliché," I frowned, looking to the side at Gabriel.
"Ah come on! Laugh tracks are great!"
"No, they're really not. They're overused and very poor. It's like saying 'this joke was so bad but we still want you to laugh- so dance monkey dance'."
"Whatever you say kid," Gabriel smirked, before we turned our attention back to the screen.
"—kinds of research. All night."
"Yeah? Hm."
The bathroom door opened and a woman in a very small bikini comes out as wolf whistles replace the laugh track.
"Oh, Dean…"
"Oh, eww. Seriously? Women don't look like that!"
"Sure they do!"
"In what land?!"
"My land!" Gabriel winked at me, causing me to roll my eyes at him," You could be her double! You look a lot alike- body—"
"I look nothing like her!"
Sam looked to her as Dean turns around, guilty, as the lady says," We have some more research to do."
"Dean…" Sam frowned, crossing his arms as a laugh track played.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed, cueing another laugh track. Sam walked over to the Bikini woman, glaring over his shoulder at his brother.
"Uh, I am really, really, very sorry, but uh, we've got some work to do," Sam said, as he escorted her to the door.
"But we did do work! In depth," She smiled to Dean as the laughter played in the background, and as she left, Dean waves as her. Sam shuts the door and shakes his head as Dean speaks through a forced smile.
"How long do we have to keep doing this?"
"I don't know.
Applause.
"Maybe forever?" Sam grimaces.
Laughing.
"We might die in here."
Laugh track.
"How was that funny? Vultures," Dean frowns.
"I agree with Dean," I huffed, crossing my arms in-front of my chest.
"Oh, come on cupcake! Where's your sense of humor?"
"On holiday."
That statement caused a genuine laugh from the Arch Angel beside me, catching me by surprise.
"On holiday! Oh, that's—" Suddenly, he sat up a bit straighter and watched the TV screen closely. Turning my attention back to it, I saw Castiel standing in the motel room with Dean and Sam.
"—have much time."
"What happened?"
"I got out."
"From where?" Dean questioned.
"Listen to me," Castiel ignored Dean," Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be."
"No, no Cassie. I'm… gonna be right—"
"Oi! Take me with you!"
"No can do butter—"
"Oh, come on! At least then my brothers will see I am okay!"
Gabriel frowned for a second, but relented," Fine—but don't say my name! Promise."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Promise."
With a snap of his fingers, Gabriel and I were suddenly standing right outside the motel room door. Gabriel snapped his fingers once more, as I heard a thud sound, before he jumped through the door with a huge smile on his face.
"Hello!"
Applause and cheers sound, as Gabriel plays off the 'energy'. I walk in behind him and watch as Castiel is standing up from the floor with duct tape over his mouth.
"Thank you. Thank you, ladies," Gabriel smirks, waving to the invisible crowd.
"Anna!"
"Annie!"
"Hey," I gave a small wave.
"You okay?!"
"This douche hurt you?!"
"No—no… he… he's just, hung out with me. Watched some TV. Talked some."
A muffled voice caused their attention to switch to the angel, as Gabriel looked over his shoulder and smiled," Hi, Castiel!" With a small gesture, the younger angel disappeared in a burst of static.
"You know him?" Sam asked at the same time Dean demanded," Where did you just send him?!"
"Relax, he'll live…. Maybe."
"Hey!" I frowned to him, as he gave a small sigh of annoyance.
"C'mon kid. Humor—we were just talking about this."
"Yeah, and if you'll remember—mine's on vacay mode until further notice."
The laugh track sounded, only adding to my irritation as I snapped," Oh shut up!"
"All right, you know what? I'm done with the monkey dance, okay?" Dean frowned," We get it."
"Yeah? Get what, hotshot?" Gabriel asked him.
"Playing our roles, right? That's your game?"
"If you only knew…" I thought, biting my tongue to keep from saying anything, before stopping and thinking," Wait… why am I on his side? My brothers should know the truth! But… they won't tell me the truth—so, why do I need to tell them anything if they wont tell me?"
"—Out there."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean demanded.
"Oh, you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play. Your roles."
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked, dumbfounded.
"Hells yeah. Let's light this candle!"
"Excuse me?!" I exclaimed, looking over at Gabriel incredulously," I thought you said-!"
"Shhhh gumdrop," Gabriel said, playfully putting a finger against his lips instantly taking my voice. My eyes went wide in indignation.
"How dare he!"
"Hey! You let her go!" Dean yelled.
"Don't worry, princess here is just fine," Gabriel smirked.
"We do that—say yes—the world will end," Sam continued.
"Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Hm? Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So, let's get it over with!"
Sam glared at Gabriel, as Dean asked him a simple question.
"Heaven or hell, which side you on?"
"I'm not on either side," Gabriel denied.
"Yeah, right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?" Dean probed.
"You listen to me, you arrogant dick," Gabriel said with a sickly smile, stepping closer to Dean. I don't know what it was—but I saw his whole demeanor change… and I kind of liked it.
"No! Don't think like that!" I chastised myself, tuning in just as Dean insulted Gabriel once more.
"Oh, you're somebody's bitch."
Gabriel's smile instantly vanished and he grabbed Dean by the collar- slamming him up against the wall. Upon impact, I felt my own breath be knocked out of my lungs—and I didn't know who to call out for.
Am I worried for my brother?
Was Gabriel's actions exciting me?
"Wait—exciting me?! The hell Anna! Pull yourself together!"
"—ever presume to know what I am. No listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."
"And if we don't?" Sam questioned, causing Gabriel to slightly smirk.
"Then you'll stay here in TV land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothings on."
Gabriel snapped his fingers once more—and before I knew it, we were both back in the other room, and my brothers still on the TV.
"The hell was that all about?!" I demanded angrily causing Gabriel to look up at me briefly. I saw a range of emotions in his eyes, but he disappeared without answering.
"Oh, come on!" Behind me, the TV flickered on, showing my brothers in yet another scene. With an exasperated sigh, I sat down on the couch in a huff- leaning my elbows on my knees and locking my eyes onto the screen.
0o0o
A man lies on the ground with a stomach wound; crime-scene markers surround him and cameras flash. Dean and Sam are stood outside the crime-scene tape, watching the various extras work. When they turned around, both were wearing suits with matching blue shirts and sunglasses.
"Oh, come on!" Dean groaned, as a Police Officer ducked under the crime scene tape.
"So, what do you think?"
"What do I think?" Dean bit out, glaring at the Officer," I think go screw yourself, that's what I think."
"Uh, could you give us a sec, please? Thanks," Sam told the extra, who walked away with a nod; Sam turned to his brother, saying," You gotta calm down."
"Calm down? We're stuck in crazy-land because of some douche bag trickster—who's got our sister who knows where—and I'm wearing sunglasses at night!" Dean frowned, yanking off the glasses," You know who does that? No-talent douchebags!"
Sam merely nodded in agreement, as Dean continued," I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here—oh shut up. We gotta figure out a way to gank this Trickster once and for all—and get Annie back. Then we're outta here."
Sam gave another nod, before noticing something at the crime scene behind Dean and took off his sunglasses.
"Hey," Sam murmured.
"What?"
"Check out sweet tooth over there," Sam gestured towards the officer from earlier. Dean looked and saw him standing near the crime scene, sucking on a lollipop.
"Think that's him?" Dean questioned.
"Just, um, follow my lead," Sam hesitantly said, as music began to play in the background. The two of them walk towards the body, putting their sunglasses on—the crime scene tape being raised to let them pass underneath it.
"You, uh, you okay?" the officer asked, when they reached the victim.
"Yeah. What do we got?" Dean asked, looking off to the side.
"Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck," the officer said, kneeling next to the body and pointing with the lollipop," He has what appears to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat."
Dean took off his sunglasses, taking out a flashlight to get a closer look- as Sam took his sunglasses off and descreetly looked around.
"Well, I say, Jackpot," Sam commented, as he put his sunglasses back on not even a minute later. The officer gave a snort of amusement, looking over at Sam.
"Also, there's a stab wound to the lower abdomen," the officer pointed out, indicating the bloodstain with his lollipop again. Dean grabbed a stick and poked at the hole in the shirt, getting blood on the stick. As he stood up, he put his glasses back on as well.
"Well, I say, no guts- no glory."
The officer gave another chuckle, as the brothers went back and forth.
"Get that guy a Tums."
"Gutter ball."
"Good one, guys," the officer laughed, as Dean walked around behind him with the stick. When he turned around, Dean took the moment to stab him. Almost instantly, the officer collapsed, struggling to breathe. None of the other people working the 'scene' seemed to notice or care- except one other officer, as he began to laugh—transforming into the trickster.
"You've got the wrong guy, idiots," he laughed.
"Did we?" Dean asked him, just as Sam staked him from behind.
0o0o
1st Person POV
I watched the scene play out, a bit bored—but as soon as Sam walked up behind Gabriel with the stake- my heart skipped a beat. In horror, I watched the wooden stake go clean through his body before collapsing onto the ground.
"Gabriel!" I exclaimed, standing up and staring at the screen as a burst of static began to play. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest and I couldn't help the constricting feeling my lungs. It was hard to breath and without realizing, I had fallen to my knees in-front of the tv.
"No… no—you can't… You said you'd be there…" I whispered, unaware of the golden eyes watching me from the back of the room. Gabriel quietly watched, his expression almost unreadable. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he looked off to the side before disappearing from the room, leaving me there alone once more.
0o0o
3rd Person POV
Dean finished brushing his teeth before spitting into the sink, calling out to his brother," I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas. You know, where is he? And where the hell is Annie? Shouldn't she be back with us already?"
No response came from the other room, causing Dean's brow to furrow," Sam?" He walked out of the bathroom only to find the room empty.
"Where are you?"
Not even ten minutes later, Dean walked out of the motel room and towards the Impala, phone to his ear.
"It's Sam. Leave me a message."
"Sam, it's me. Where the hell did you go?" Dean questioned, getting into the drivers seat as he snapped the phone shut.
"Dean?"
The eldest Winchester looked around, trying to find where Sam's voice came from.
"Sam? Where are you?"
"I don't know."
Dean looked at the dashboard and saw red lights flashing in time with Sam's words.
"Oh crap. I don't think we killed the trickster."
"Son of a bitch," Dean swore, slapping his hand against the steering wheel in frustration.
"Ow- watch it."
Later, Dean drove the empty streets, going around the curves as they tried to figure it out.
"Okay, stake didn't work. So, what, this is another trick?" Dean questioned.
"I don't know," Sam's voice answered," Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster?"
"What do you mean?"
"You heard Cas. He said this thing is too powerful to be a trickster."
"And did you notice the way he looked at Cas? Almost like he knew him," Dean agreed.
"And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer," Sam continued.
"Son of a bitch."
"What?"
"I think I know what we're dealing with," Dean frowned, pushing his foot further down on the pedal. After a while they came to a stop at a campground and Dean opened the trunk to rummage around for a few items they would need if this didn't work like he thought.
"Dean?"
"What?"
"That, uh, feels really uncomfortable," Sam told him, as Dean reached up and shut the trunk, causing Sam to complain," Ow. You sure this is going to work?"
"No, but I have no other ideas," Dean said, as he walked up towards the front of the car, before shouting up at the sky," Alright, you Son of a Bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!"
"Should I honk?"
Suddenly, the Trickster appeared out of nowhere, whistling as he said," Wow. Sam. Get a load of the rims on you."
"Eat me."
"Okay, boys- ready to go quietly?"
"Whoa whoa whoa, not so fast," Dean frowned," Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs."
"What's the difference? Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another."
Dean gave him a look, causing the Trickster to roll his eyes before raising his hand and snapping his fingers. The red lights went out as Sam stepped out of the passanger seat.
"Happy?"
"Now our sister," Dean demanded. The Trickster gave him a glare, but held up his hand once more and snapped, causing the youngest Winchester to appear to the side.
0o0o
1st Person POV
Suddenly, I went from being in the luxiorous hotel room to standing in the middle of a grassy clearing. The bright lights caused me to squint as my sight readjusted, but I heard a sigh of relief.
"Annie—are you okay?" Dean asked me.
"Dean? Yeah—yeah, I'm fine. Where are—" I stopped short, as my eyes adjusted and landed upon the one person I didn't expect to see. Alive.
"Y-your alive?! I—I thought—"
"Will take a lot more than that to kill me, gumdrop," Gabriel winked at me. My feelings were so conflicted. Happy he was alive, pissed he faked his death—what was going on with me?!
"Speaking of which," Dean said," Why didn't the stake kill you?"
"I am the Trickster."
"Or maybe you're not," Dean glared, as I turned to look at my brothers. They both had hard expressions on their face, annoyance evident. When Sam held up a flaming cigarette lighter, I felt my heart skip a beat once more.
"Are they going to light him on fire? Will that hurt him?"
Sam tossed the lighter onto the ground as a ring of fire sprung up around Gabriel.
"Maybe you've always been an angel."
"They know…"
Gabriel looked incredulous, laughing," A what? Somebody slip a mickey into your power shake kid?"
"I'll tell you what," Dean told him," You just jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake."
Gabriel laughed, still trying to play it off—before stopping mid-laugh. He knew he was caught. A burst of static changed the scenary.
Now, the group stood in the warehouse from a few days ago. Gabriel began to slowly clap in mild annoyance.
"Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?"
"Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass," Dean answered, causing me to shudder in disgust.
"What?!"
Dean gave a shrug as Sam looked uncomfortable. Gabriel tweaked his head slightly, asking," Where'd I screw up?"
"You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did," Sam told him.
"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon," Dean explained.
"Meaning?"
"Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family," Dean continued, his eyes briefly flickering over to me before landing back on Gabriel.
"So, which on are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?" Sam asked.
I saw Gabriel's jaw move slightly in annoyance, before he looked over at me momentarily. Somehow, I understood what he didn't even say.
"Gabriel. His name—is Gabriel."
"Gabriel? The archangel?" Sam questioned.
"You knew?!" Dean directed at me, a bit pissed.
"Yeah—I knew! Because he—" I said, pointing to the man in question," Tells me shit! He doesn't keep me in the dark and keep secrets from me! Open book—one hundred percent honesty for honesty!"
"We don't tell you everything for a reason! It's to keep you safe!"
"How is it keeping me safe?! How am I supposed to know the dangers out there—if I don't even know they exist?!" I yelled in frustration," At least now—because of Gabriel—I know not to accept bargains from angels that appear to me! I know not to accept an offer of any kind from Lucifer! Had Gabriel not told me that? Who knows what I would've have done! Maybe Lucifer had offered to bring back dad—or my mom—and I had jumped on that instantly. Or promised me something so good, so tempting that I didn't even think about it and agreed!"
"We wouldn't—"
"Wouldn't what, Sam? Let Lucifer get to me?" I asked, as Sam nodded," Well news flash— it seems he already did! And did I know who he was at the time? No! I thought it was another demon!"
"Lucifer approached you?" Dean frowned—as I noticed his protective stance seem to appear.
"Yeah—he did. Would I have known if Gabriel didn't tell me? No. Neither would either of you! Gabriel is protecting me—while keeping me informed! Maybe that's something both of you could learn from." I huffed angrily, crossing my arms over my chest and turned my back on the three of them. Gabriel let a low whistle flow from his lips, but my brothers stayed silent. No one said anything for a few moments- but Dean was the first to say anything.
"How's an angel become a Trickster?"
"My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you two screwed it all up."
"What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?"
"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything."
"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked as I slightly turned back around, just enough to see Gabriel out of the corner of my eye.
"Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles," Dean provoked.
"Shut your cakehole!" Gabriel glared," You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at eachothers throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again."
I felt my heart drop as Gabriel spoke.
"He cares about his family… the other angels… Castiel… Michael and Lucifer, even… I can hear it in the strain in his voice… It's the same level of care I hear in Bobby's voice when he's talking about Sam and Dean… and when the brother's talk about one another…"
"Then help us stop it," Sam told Gabriel.
"It can't be stopped."
"You wanna see the end of the world?" Dean asked him, incredulously.
"I want it to be over!" Gabriel exclaimed, my heart doing flipflops again at the agony I heard laced in his voice," I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, Hell, I don't care who wins. I just want it to be over!"
The pain in his voice, it seemed to erase all annoyance or anger I felt. Almost like a wave crashed over me—and I felt tears build in the corners of my eyes. I didn't register even walking over to him, but before I knew it- I wrapped my arms around him and just stood there. Behind me, my brothers were silent—and for a few minutes, Gabriel just stood there- almost uncertain. Just as I was about to let go though, I felt his arms wrap around my waist and he buried his head into my shoulder.
No sarcastic remark. No sexual innuendo.
And for some reason, for the first time in a long time, I felt one-hundred percent at peace. Safe. Loved.
"It… it doesn't have to be like that," Sam softly said, after clearing his throat," There has to be some way to… to pull the plug."
Gabriel gave a rough laugh, as I pulled away from him and took a couple steps to the side- my eyes on the ground shyly.
"You do not know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner," Gabriel explained," That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked him, uncertain.
"You sorry sons of bitches," Gabriel shook his head," Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael," Gabriel gestured towards Dean," The big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer," Gabriel then gestured to Sam," the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other."
"What?!" I exclaimed, my arms falling to my sides as I looked on shocked," No!"
"What the hell are you saying?" Dean demanded.
"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you?" Gabriel asked my brothers, seemingly ignoring my outburst," Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always."
I looked over to my brothers, as they looked down at the ground. The silence stretched around all of us—almost excruciating. Sam and Dean looked to each other, almost in silent agreement.
"No. That's not gonna happen," Dean argued.
"I'm sorry. But it is," Gabriel sighed," Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, happy endings wrapped up in a bow…" he looked over at me briefly, before his eyes went back to my brothers," But this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be."
The eerie silence stretched around us once again. Dean and Sam stared down Gabriel, who stood there, seemingly waiting for something. I swallowed the lump in my throat—hoping to any higher power that my brothers were right. That this didn't have to happen.
"I just… I just got them in my life… I can't…"
"So. Boys. Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?"
"Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him," Dean demanded.
"Oh am I?"
"Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel."
Gabriel rolled his eyes, sneaking a peak over at me, before raising his hand and snapping his fingers. Castiel appeared in the space behind Sam and Dean, looking unharmed.
"Cas, you okay?" Dean asked him.
"I'm fine," Cas replied, before turning his attention to his own brother," Hello, Gabriel."
"Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going?" Gabriel asked him, scrunching up his face in thought," Let me guess. Awful." His glance fell to the side, annoyance and sadness rolling off him in waves.
"Why do I just… feel this, overwhelming sadness for him?" I wondered," I only just met him a few days ago… and I feel more sympathy for him than I have for anyone I ever met…"
Castiel glared at Gabriel for his comment, but stayed silent. Dean was the one to break the quiet once again.
"Okay, we're out of here. Come on, Sam. Anna." Dean turned to walk away before Gabriel spoke up.
"Uh, Okay. Guys?"
Sam turned and began to follow Dean, seemingly ignoring Gabriel.
"So, so what? Huh?"
Castiel followed along behind Sam, as the three began to approach the door. With a sad frown, I began to walk after them, slowly getting closer.
"You're just gonna… you're gonna leave me here forever?"
Dean stopped at the door and turned around to face Gabriel.
"Maybe we are! For all the crap that you've done to Sam and I the past couple years- it's the least you deserve!" Dean told him heatedly," And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you—being too afraid to stand up to your family!"
Dean turned and walked out of the building, Cas and Sam close behind.
"A-Annie? Gumdrop?" Gabriel questioned, uncertainty lacing his voice. When I reached the door, I stopped and slowly turned around to face him, before looking around the space. Seeing the glass covered fire alarm, I used the only thing available to me to break the glass. My elbow.
"Just like old times," I thought as I grimaced from the impact, reaching in past the shards and pulling the bar. Gabriel looked up above him as the sprinklers began to rain down around him, slowly putting out the fire.
"Don't say I never did anything for you," I told him, as I got ready to walk out the door.
"Anna—" Gabriel called out to me once more, the strength in his voice pulling me back," If you go with them, you'll only end up dying."
"You just don't get it, do you?" I asked him, taking one step towards him," They are my family, Gabriel. They are all I have left—and after being alone all these years? Sure, being with them might be a death sentence—but I wont be alone any more. I'll take death over the loneliness any day. Family sticks together—no matter what. Sure, might fight with one another, get on each others nerves and argue… but in the end, you still love them. I'll stick with them until the day I die—no matter the cost to me. Could you say the same thing?"
He stood there, listening to me- not attempting to interrupt or change my mind. His expression was unreadable. With one last look to Gabriel—I turned and walked out of the warehouse into the sunlight, joining my brothers and their angel friend.
"You good?" Dean asked me when I finally came out.
"Ask me again tomorrow," I softly said, not able to meet his eyes. I noticed the dress shoes to my right though, and looked up—my eyes locking with brilliant blue. "Oh…"
"Ah—yeah. Cas—this is Anna. Our sister—half sister, but—formalities," Dean shrugged," Annie—this is Castiel. Angel of the Lord."
"Uhm… hi?" I greeted, uncertainly.
"Hello," Castiel returned," I was not aware that John Winchester had so many children."
"Neither were we," Dean rolled his eyes, before walking towards the impala with Sam.
"You're… so much different than Gabriel… Personality wise," I noted.
"Yes. Unlike Gabriel, I have not spent much time on Earth. My people skills are lacking and interactions with humans are not my strong suit."
"Ri—iiight," I nodded, before remembering back to the Angel lore that I read in one of Bobby's books," Castiel—the Angel of… Thursday's, right?"
"Correct," Castiel nodded curtly," Not many humans are aware of that."
"I'm not most humans," I joked half-heartedly.
"I am aware."
"Uh… right… Uh.. I should—go…" I said, pointing to where my brothers stood. Without any further conversation, I walked up to where they stood, catching the end of the conversation.
"—was back in a TV show."
"Yeah, me too."
"I think I'll stick to books for the fore-seeable future, thanks."
"Ha, right," Sam agreed.
"Ready to head home, kid?" Dean asked me.
"Yeah… think so," I nodded, my mind back in the warehouse. Was Gabriel still standing there? Did he leave? As we got in the Impala, I said to Dean," Your angel… he's very… intense."
"You're telling me," Dean muttered, as he revved the engine and drove off, heading back to South Dakota.
Back home.