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Prologue
Gabriel stared down his brother, his expression fierce yet pleading. He prayer his brother, for once, would do the right thing.
But, he knew he wouldn't.
It wasn't in the plan.
He wouldn't win this fight.
Dad dang it! He knew the moment he stepped into this crappy pagan trapped motel.
His own brother was going to try to kill him. Dang it, he wanted to cry. But, being the Trickster he was, he had to stay in character and finish the act. If this worked, he had time to cry later... And, if it didn't, well...there would be nothing left of him to cry.
Gabriel watched as his clone continued to distract Lucifer. He didn't even know why he was here.
This wasn't going to work!
No.
That was a lie.
He knew exactly why he was here.
Dean Winchester.
Deano and stupid freaking speech about standing up to his family.
Why the Hell did that affect him so much?!
He could have escaped! He could be across the world by now dealing out Just Desserts or kissing a hot babe!
But, his Grace constricts when he thinks this and Dean's words once again echo through his head.
Gabriel takes a non-needed breath as he creeps forward.
He was here now. There was no use thinking about it any longer.
Dean may be his motivation, but this was his choice.
They may not consider it, but he was now apart of Team Free Will.
By now, he was nearly on top of Lucy, and Gabriel braced himself as he readied his fake archangel blade. He made it from a blade of an angel that had already fallen and Baldor's staff. Hopefully Lucy wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
His life literally depended on this.
"Father," Gabriel prayed. "Please let this work. Please let them win."
With that, Gabriel struck and Lucifer spun around and plunged Gabriel's own blade—the, thankfully, fake blade—right into his vessel's heart.
By Dad it hurt!
His Grace felt like it was lit on fire by holy oil. Gabriel screamed in agony as he released his hold on his vessel and let his wings burn an imprint on the already blood stained ground with his last coherent thoughts.
It worked!
Now he prayed he could actually live through this.
"Thanks Dad," Gabriel thought as his world turned black, and in the back of his mind, he felt warm.