Chapter 3: List of Sins

Gabriel landed back in the hotel room he had left earlier that morning with a soft touch down to the worn carpet that was barely noticeable aside from his pressence flickering into existance where thin air once was.

"Gabriel."

The arch angel let out a long sigh. He reconized that deep voice and he reconized the snarky tone that it was currently using. Dean Winchester. And from the sounds of it, he had an issue. He spun around to face the hunter, preparing himself for what he was sure wasn't going to be a pleasent coffee conversation.

"Dean." He slid his smirk into place. No sense in letting his charm drop after all. Even if he was wasting it on a human who no longer let his games trick him and didn't give a rats ass about his holyness.

Dean stood up from the bed and Gabriel was a bit relived to see him leave the .45 he had been polishing on the matress. At least there wouldn't be any death threats this time around. At least none that were being backed with a gun anyways.

Dean saw him eyeing the gun and scoffed. "Even if I did shoot you, it's not like it'd hurt you."

"It'd hurt my feelings." Gabriel stated and tried his best to look hurt and imitate Sam's wounded puppy expression but he couldn't help but let the smirk slide wider across his features.

"Anyways," Dean continued, "I know I seem to be asking this alot but, hey, why the hell stop now?" He leveled the angel infront of him with a stern glare and Gabriel met his gaze back and unwavering. "Where were you?"

He had to give the kid guts. He kept a close tab on everything Supernatural, especially him considering Dean knew first hand what kind of damage Gaberiel could wreck on the world. He should have laid lower after he'd already taken a leave of abscence and gotten the hunter's intrest in his disapperance peaked but hey, he was the Trickster. He could change alot of things with the snap of a finger, but he wouldn't change himself of how he handled things even if he could.

It had taken him a long time to get where he was today. When he had first ran away from heaven he was frightened of being on earth among these imperfect beings, much less inhabiting one of their foreign bodies. He'd tried so hard to be the good angel his father had created him to be but as time went on he found himself thinking more and more about Lucifer's disobeyal. He watched the humans, he saved a few of them, helped dozens, but he couldn't help but wonder...why were they so special? Why did they deserve to be served by such powerful beings as the angels? Why were they worth his little brother being locked in hell?

And he couldn't come up with one single answer.

Then he'd met the Norse gods. The powerful creatures with human apperances that the mortals bowed down before and worshipped devotingly. To say Odin and Thor were distant and mistrustful was an understatement. They didn't know what he was, but they knew he was stronger than them, even with their sacrafices giving them immortal power. And Baulder straight up hated his angelic guts.

So he'd hunted down Loki. One mischevious Norse God wasn't hard to take out for someone with his abilities. Loki was cocky and over-confident in his own abilities. One wrong move and the fight was over quickly. He copied Loki's snarky attitude and carefree grins and when he was finally able to formally approach the Gods, his act was more than convincing enough that he was the real deal.

Odin knew he wasn't the real Loki, but the elder God never asked him a single question of his true orgins. He sheilded him from his own sons, taught him the way of Earth and became somewhat of a surrogate father to the run away angel. His cold blooded eyes held a sparkle that Gabriel liked and he let the human sacrafices slip past his attention, secretly making sure that they were only being offered the blood of those humans who had sinned.

Then slowly, Gabriel turned to sin himself.

First it was wrath. As calm as Gabriel tried to remain while helping the innocent humans, rage built up inside of his vessel's body more and more as he was forced to watch corrupted humans steal, rape and murder as he stood by, watched, and did nothing.

He remembered the day he snapped clear as a sunny sky. He remembered the darkness chilling the air around him and how he smelled the blood before he heard the wimpers. He found the girl laying in the street, her limbs curled inwards around herself as she choked on her own blood, her dirty hair strewn across her beaten and bloody face and he could sense the second fading heartbeat within her, the tiny fetus that hadn't had a chance of being born.

And then he saw the man that he done it, wiping his knife on her apron he'd taken off as he smiled to himself, no doubt feeling relived and satisfyed with himself that he wouldn't have to bear the responsibility of being the father of a whore's child and no one in the town would have to find out that someone with such a high rank in society as him had cheated on his wife with such lowly filth.

There were no tricks the first time. No lessons to be taught. The blood dripping from the girls body as she toke her last breaths flooded his vision as he felt his own bloody burn inside him, his limbs shaking with an uncontrolable rage. He pulse thundered in his ears and he appeared next to the man, his eyes barely being able to show surprise before his head was bashed into the wall beside him, breaking and splattering parts across the dirt and stone building as if someone had shoved a bomb inside of his head and let it go off. His lifeless body dropped to the ground instantly.

Gabriel must have spent hours standing in that street. Looking at what he had done. The life he had taken out of anger. The sheer bloody violence he had displayed.

And it had felt good.

And he didn't regret it.

And he would do it again in a heartbeat.

However, not all humans were so corrupt they couldn't be put back on the right path with a few tricks and curves thrown at them. And over the years Gabriel learned to hone those abilities with patience as well.

Next came Lust.

Gabriel watched the humans. Alot. All day, every day. He watched them wake in the morning, work in the feilds, pray to the alters, and shop in the market.

But he also watched them shower and bathe. And make love to each other.

Foreign intrest in how his father made these humans able to re-produce by themselves soon turned into plain and simple fasination of the naked human body. The noises they'd make of pleasure when they coupled together, and sometimes the estatic screams. Their slick bodies and passionate kisses.

And then he'd witnissed the Gods and Goddesses going at it. He bit back a groan as he wondered why it seemed like everyone was allowed to have this simple sinned pleasure except for him. Why weren't angels allowed to do this? Sure in heaven it was because they didn't need to reproduce, and more importantly because they were, as Dean put so elegantly, 'junk-less.' But here he stood on Earth now, in a vessel's human body with parts that were more than accominating and responding to the need to relieve himself.

After all, he'd already sinned with wrath. What could lust hurt?

In the end it was that damned Freya's fault. Go figure, if anyone could turn an angel to lust, it'd be the Norse goddess of love and sexuality. Her long auburn curls and pale skin still haunted his daydreams sometimes at night when he was alone outside and he could smell the damp grass all around him, reminding him of their passion under these very stars only two-thousand years ago.

Pride came quickly after Lust.

And thats when Gabriel got scared.

The second he looked at a human and thought 'what does it matter? I'm better than them.', he dropped everything and ran. He ran back to Valhelm and hid with Odin who said nothing, but gave him gentle, understanding glances and shooed Thor away from him.

Pride was what had gotten Lucifer thrown into hell. The memory of Michael branishing his flamed sword at the younger angel still burned painfully in his mind, as painful as Raphael's arms gripped around him as he held him back from interffering, forcing him to watch Lucifer fall at his older brother's hands, at his fathers orders.

He had sinned wrath and lust, but what if pride was the final straw? What if Michael came down here himself and locked him away with Lucifer? Lucifer had been father's favorite, and he threw him away without a second's hesitation. There'd be no hope for Gabriel if the order passed for his own demise.

But days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years. He watched the Gods and Goddesses come and go, sacrafice and smite as they pleased. He watched the world turn into a new era as Christianity came to light and he came to realize he had nothing to fear. His father, his brothers, his family...they didn't care what he did anymore. When he had run away, he had ditched his identity and they went along with it. The old Gabriel that had lived in heaven with them was dead. Leaving only the new Loki on Earth.

He had every right to be prideful; after all, he WAS better than these humans. He was older, stronger, and smarter. And since he was better than them, it was time he re-toke his place among them to protect them from themselves.

Over the years he perfected his swagger, his lessons and his deadly jokes and games. He grew a love for anything with sugar in it, and sometimes even sweet fruit. The world continued to turn and evolve into the modern world you see around you today, and finally, he experienced Envy and Greed all rolled into one ball at the same time.

He'd been tormenting the Winchesters for years and he was teetering on the edge of Team Free Will when he finally crossed the line.

He was in a bar in Utah. Who knows where in Utah, he'd just zoned in on the Winchester's aura and found himself in this dimly lit wooden infestation. He resisted getting himself a Martini as he figured this wasn't the kind of place that would serve those and he didn't want to draw attention to himself over the loud cracks of pool balls hitting against one another and the glass breaking of beer bottles being thrown into the trash cans.

Dean Winchester had one of his hands burried in a girls dark curls, his other buried, well, it wasn't visible and wasn't that why girls wore skirts to these places anyways?

He rolled his eyes and sought out the younger Winchester, Sam. Sam was especially fun to torment but he wasn't expecting to find the tall hunter pinned in a dark corner with another man pinned up against him sucking on his neck.

His eyes flickered to Dean wondering if he knew what was going on with his little brother as he felt the fire burst inside of him, gnawing at his insides. He didn't reconize the sensation he was feeling, he didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that he wanted that man off of his Sam immediatly. Wait...his Sam? That was weird, when did Sam become his?

He shook his head as the man lifted his head to Sam's, letting their lips brush together and Gabriel snapped. The instant, this second, was when Sam became his. And he'd be damned if he was letting someone else touch his property.

That night Sam found himself sitting biwildered and quite ticked off on a velvet green couch while Gabriel sat on the roof trying to figure out what the hell had just come over him to make him kidnap a human hunter spur of the moment. It wouldn't be the last time however that Gabriel acted out on his urges and Sam would find himself trapped on that couch for the next 24-48 hours.

It had taken centuries, but he had finally broken away from the good little soldier angel his father created, and became who he truley was. A happy, tricky, damned sonnovabitch fighting on the human's side inbetween two of his brothers power struggle over his dad's toys.

And now here he was. After months of deliberate flirting and coaxing, he had relaxed and charmed Sam into being with him and now he was standing in a run down motel room, not even trying to come up with a lie to give Dean about where he was this morning.

So instead he just shrugged and let two cups of coffee appear, holding one out to Dean. "Would you believe I went to get coffee?"

Dean accepted his cup, looking at it carefully as if he was expecting it to be pudding instead or for the loch ness monster to pop out. Sure, he had good reason for those thoughts, but Gabriel could at least pretend to be offended.

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Phil hung up his phone and tossed it onto the dashboard. He didn't even bother to start back up his SUV, he knew that once he started making good time again it'd just ring again and force him to pull over so he could take new notes.

Most of the hunters that had called him back insisted that the Winchester family merely had the worst run of luck imaginable and a bad case of wrong place wrong time throughout the years.

But enough of them had voiced concerns about the rumors about Sam Winchester that were floating around that this was no longer a situation that Phil could ignore.

Psychic dreams, psychic powers, demon blood, the Devil's Gates, Steve Wandell and now apparently the rising of Lucifer the prince of darkness himself all circled back to Sam Winchester.

He wasn't willing to believe in any of it. He didn't believe in angels at all, much less Lucifer but there was no denying that the world was going to shit around him. The apocalyse part he could easily believe. But what caused the apocalypse? Phil wasn't exactly a church going guy, he'd given up on the idea of God long ago when his family had been ripped from him in one terrifying life changing night.

His phone beeped again, this time a simple text and he checked it, seeing a town in Washington illuminated on the bright screen and the name of a man. He put the phone down once again and started his vehicle, driving with purpose to the closest town so he could get an internet connection and check out why his friend had given him that information.

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"Don't try and distract me with coffee." Dean continued, glaring down the trickster infront of him.

"Coffee is a distraction? How so?" Gabriel countered, coffee may not be a distraction but a conversation about how coffee wasn't a distraction was a distraction.

Or maybe not, he thought bitterly as Dean shook his head, clearly not easily side-tracked by the angel's tricks anymore. He'd been around these humans too long, they were catching onto his games and becoming level playing partners.

"Got a call from Bobby. 6 foot wolves in North Carolina ring any bells for you?"

Gabriel lifted his olive eyes to the ceiling, mocking pondering. "Sounds like something that someone should go take care of."

"Yea..someone did. Some hunter named Phil killed a thing called a Trickster that was behind it." Gabriel mentally cringed as Dean's green eyes bore into him but didn't let anything show on the outside, looking like he was merely bored of the conversation.

"You don't say..."

"I do say. What the HELL were you thinking? I thought you were on our team now, which, sorry I didn't get you a handbook, but one of the rules is that you DON'T go around killing people for shits and giggles anymore!" Dean's voice rose almost to a shout, his voice deep in a militaristic growl.

"I get a handbook?"

Dean opened his mouth to continue his argument but Gabriel was thankfully saved as Sam choose that time to come back through the door with a bag of lunch that smelled not surprisingly like burgers and fries. Didn't these guys eat anything else?

Dean shut his mouth, giving Gabriel one last departing glare before turning his mouth. For whatever reasons, the older hunter was apparently choosing to not share Gabriel's extra-ciricular activities with his little brother. And that personally didn't bother Gabe at all. Sam would freak out just like Dean had, but where the angel could handle Dean's smart ass remarks and anger, he couldn't take Sam's betrayed puppy dog eyes and accusatory questions.

Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple started playing and Dean leaned over from his bed to grab his phone off the table between the two beds.

"Hey Bobby what's up." He spoke into the phone, holding the device between his shoulder and ear as he unwrapped a bacon cheeseburger with his free hands.

Sam sat down against the headboard of his own bed, giving Gabriel a small smile as the angel scooted over next to him. It must have been starting to rain outside. He could feel the slight dampness of Sam's clothes next to him and smell the fresh water scent clinging to his hair.

"Washington you say..."

Gabriel closed his eyes and toke a deep breath as he felt Dean's suspicious eyes on him once again. Aw come on dad, he thought, I know you hate me and all but give me a break here. And damn Bobby Singer, everyone knows your an amazing hunter and researcher but how was it that the old mechanic was able to so easily track all of the arch angel's actions?

Dean snapped his phone shut and tosses it beside him on the bed, eating in silence but Gabriel could feel the tension in the air and could practically feel the cold fury raditating off of the short haired human in waves like poison.

Sam seemed to sense the tension as well as his hazel eyes darted back and forth between his brother and his supernatural lover, tucking his long brown hair behind one of his ears out of nervous habit. Sam had such a habit of playing with his long hair, Gabriel wondered how on earth the young hunter had ever survived when he had short hair.

"What did Bobby want?" Sam asked Dean.

Gabriel wanted to shove Sam off the bed. Don't ask stupid questions. Well, more importantly, don't ask questions that are going to get me in trouble.

"Just letting me know about a hunt in Washington...sounds like someone's already taken care of it though..." Dean casually lied to his brother and Gabriel didn't fully understand why he seemed to be protecting him.

"So we're still going to Chicago?" Sam asked, and Dean nodded. "Kay, lemme just go get the maps out of the car and i'll get started on the directions." He stood, stretching out his tall body, letting the tips of his fingers almost brush the ceiling.

Dean waited for the door to close before letting his eyes snap to the angel's form on the opposite bed. Oh boy, here we go again, Gabriel thought, crossing his arms.

Instead Dean sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at the floor.

"It's because he's whiny."

Gabriel lifted an eyebrow.

"Say what?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "He's whiny. If I tell him your out there murdering people again he's just going to whine."

"I don't consider it murder..." Gabriel started slowly, not really wanting to try and explain his thought process or reasoning behind why he did the things he did.

"Well I do. He does. All hunters do. Why do you think people like putting stakes through your feathered ass?"

"Because their intimidated by my perfection?" Gabriel smirked.

"Yea...about that...wasn't pride what got your brother thrown into hell in the first place?" Dean spat back out, knowing his words sent an involuntary flinch through Gabriel's heart. "And now that we're being serious," He gave Gabriel a sarcastic smile, "The only reason I didn't tell Sam is because I don't want him moping around because of you. I'm not going to lie to my little brother again. Especially not for you. So get your act together if you want to stay around, 'cause let me tell you, whatever holy almighty charm you may think you have isn't enough to keep Sam from leaving you if he finds out your still the same old trickster asshole. He's not going to stay with someone with blood on their hands."

With that Dean got up and walked into the bathroom as the door to their room re-opened, reveling Sam holding a map. His eyes tracked his older brother's back into the bathroom, suspicious for a second but shrugging it off as the sound of the shower turned on, breaking the uneasy silence.

Gabriel flopped over on the bed, burying his face in Sam's pillow and taking in the scent of his honey conditioner. Dean had finally voiced aloud what a voice inside Gabriel had been whispering for a long time...that Sam would kick him to the curb if he found out about Gabriel continuing his lethal games with humans. A small part inside of him had hoped and convinced himself that Sammy would understand his reasons if he found out and overlook his actions because he loved him...but now that Dean had put everything out in the open...he knew that wasn't true. Sam was a hunter, and not one of the savage kind, but one of the gentle ones. He knew a part of Sam died everytime he was unable to save someone from something supernatural and Gabriel bitterly wondered how much of Sam was dead because of him. He knew he had a good six months that he'd never be forgiven for already. Six months that Gabriel had killed Dean, and left Sam compleatly dead and devoid of emotions on the inside until he cried and begged for his brother back.

And at the sight of his tears, how could Gabriel say no? He had faltered back then, the large human crying had defently not been something he was expecting. Anger, violence, but not a compleatly broken human shattering before his eyes. He'd made some snarky comment and excuse back then about how it'd gotten boring anyways but deep down he knew that was the day he'd started falling in love with Sam.

Funny how just earlier he was thinking back about how he became who he was now, and how nothing would change that. Now he was realizing that he could no longer be Loki, the norse god whose idenity he had assumed with the help of Odin. It wasn't in his blood to kill humans. He'd never be the angelic soldier his dad had created him to be, that Michael and Raphael were, but it was time to strap his wings back on and step up to the batting plate of a new game. The old Gabriel was dead, now Loki was dead as well. It was time for the new Gabriel to be born, rising from the ashes of this apocalypse.

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Phil sat infront of a computer, scrolling over the morbid images of a man who had been half eaten alive by some sort of creature that was yet to be identified or found. However, upon his autospy, peices of human flesh were found in his own stomach contents and a search of his own had reveleved him to be the murdered of a 6 year old girl who had gone missing a week ago. More disgusting and distrubing, his freezer in the basement reveleved that instead of burying the girl's body, he hadn't let her 'go to waste' and had been eating her.

Phil's stomach churned. Part of him was glad a man like that was out of this world, but at the same time he knew what this pattern meant.

The trickster.

He was getting closer to catching up with that slippery bastard and he'd be ready with more than a stake this time.

End of chapter 3

I know, sorry theres not alot of Sam/Gabe this chapter but I wanted to flesh out my version of Gabriel's past and him and Dean's relationship alittle more before I continued.