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Warnings: I don't even know. They're there. Probably the same as the previous chapters.

I...I didn't expect such a response. Thanks guys. I appreciate the comments and support. Really, I do. Which is why i'm listening to your advice and continuing this. I just hope it can live up to it's previous chapters and you enjoy it.

Chapter 10: Destination

Gabriel leaned back against the grey speckled counter and glared at the sun rising through the window to greet him good morning.

Pfft good morning...without so much as a blink heavy green curtains covered the window blocking out it's greeting light.

It'd been almost a week since Gabriel's last encounter with the Winchesters. He could still feel Sam's presence. Breathing, pulsing, radiating, traveling. From time to time he'd appear to wherever he felt Sam, most recently, a cheap log cabin imitation motel in Colorado, just to visually check in on the over-sized human. Always making sure to stay barely out of sight, yet close enough to make sure those curls weren't out of place.

Sam had been careful to not summon the arch angel, so Gabriel had been trying his best to give him his space. That didn't stop him from listening in on his heartbreak for reassurance about once every hour though.

Did he say hour? He meant 5 minutes. Or 2. Or whenever he felt like it. He gripped a coffee mug that suddenly appeared in his hands filled to the brim with whipped cream over a mocha latte and grumbled out loud. He was a bloody freaking Arch Angel and he answered to no one. He obeyed no one, not even his absent father ever since he'd run away from Heaven. He'd been thoroughly enjoying these past two thousand years doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to whomever he wanted. And now here he was sitting around in an apartment fuming over the fact that he couldn't even spy on a human.

He'd tried to find ways to distract himself. Just because little bro Lucy was bringing the apocalypse didn't mean that the legendary Trickster got a break. He still had his own special brand of smiting he needed to dish out.

He'd found the perfect candidate too, right near the Canadian border of Michigan. Everything from the guys smug, crooked smile to his goatee that screamed pedophile urged Gabriel to send this guy packing to the island of the Amazon women to see how he liked being molested by bigger people. Just before he snapped his fingers he hesitated.

What would Sam say?

Would Sam object to his guy getting his justice served? Of course not. Piece of trash or not, humans were humans to Sammy and he tried to protect them all. Even the ones that didn't deserve it. Part of Gabriel respected that but he quickly pushed it aside.

Life for the Arch Angel hadn't been fair. Sure he'd killed a few people, but they deserved it. And for the most part, he just screwed with people's heads. Scarring them for life by forcing them to re-think any future dick moves. And all that'd gotten him was hunter after hunter tracking him down and trying to kill him. And did he even punish them for trying to end his life? No. He let them give him a giant splinter and then wander off on their merry ways thinking of themselves as righteous accomplishments.

And did anyone ever take into account the people Gabriel had saved? The 5 year old girl that miraculously survived underwater for 45 minutes? The twin brothers that were found a week after an avalanche destroyed their home, cold but without a scratch? The man who had woken up from being a vegetable after he was hit by a car trying to save an old lady? No, of course not. They just passed right over those marking them up to the 'unexplainable'. But as soon as Nessie the Loch Ness Monster appears in the Mississippi river to eat a man that had drowned his wife and child they all come running with their wooden stakes in hand.

His slender fingers drummed along the counter in a rhythmic motion that under any other circumstance would have been therapeutic. It had been hours since Gabriel had changed Sam's laptop background and cell phone wallpaper to pictures of himself. Didn't that kid ever check his phone? An angry summoning to demand an explanation was better than no summon at all.

And then he felt it. It felt wrong, starting in his stomach and creeping upward like icy fingers around his heart and up his throat, chocking him. He tuned into Sam's heartbeat quicker than the god Mercury could have ran and felt his presence.

It was quick. Too quick for comfort.

In the blink of an eye Gabriel dropped his coffee mug, not even thinking about the tiny shatter of ceramic and was gone before the coffee spread across the white tiled floor.

And re-appeared right in the middle of a fight between two Winchester brothers and an extremely pissed off Acheri.

An Acheri was somewhat of a mixture between a ghost and a demon. It toke the appearance of a little girl, this one with blackened eyes and razor like teeth, mimicking a werewolf the way it's fingers sharpened into daggers instead of soft nails. They were said to inhabit mountains which explained why the boys were in Colorado but didn't explain why Sam hadn't summoned Gabriel to help, not even with his back pressed against a fallen tree, his left arm slowly seeping blood through his jacket with Dean on the other side of the tree, shotgun loaded with rock salt ready for aim. Since an Acheri didn't possess a human it could easily be dispelled like a ghost, but not as easily destroyed for good.

Gabriel barely had time to register all this along with the filthy grey hair that hung in strands across the pale cracked, snarling face as it lunged at him. His mind screamed to dodge but he remained rooted to the spot as he felt the creature's sharp nails impale his shoulder. If he had moved the damned thing would have had a perfect shot at sinking those nails into Sam's neck as he laid on the ground, apparently in shock as seeing the red-headed angel.

He barely stumbled backward, a guttural growl sounding from the back of his throat, his eyes narrowing at the demon. He couldn't physically grab the bitch but with a snap of his fingers and an ear-splitting scream that left behind a smell of sulfur and decay. The last lesson it ever learned was to not provoke the wrath of an arch angel.

As wisps of smoke cleared he allowed himself to sink to his knees, his fingers gripping his injured shoulder as he heard leaves crunching behind him and a tall shadow quickly appear over him. Sam crouched down beside him, placing a hand on his back.

"Gabriel?"

Sam smelled like sweat and wet grass with the lingering scent of gasoline and leather from the Impala. Gabriel smirked as he heard the concern lacing his voice and his other hand close over Gabriel's hand, urging it away from his wound so he could take a look.

Gabriel tightened his grip on his shoulder, and cut him off when it sounded like Sam was going to protest.

"Relax Sammy. Arch Angel, remember? I've walked away from much worse than some hell bitch using me as a scratching post." He rolled his eyes as he felt the wound close under his fingers that were still sticky with his own blood.

"You on the other hand..." He turned and toke in the claw marks on Sam's arm, seeing Dean step up behind his little brother, shotgun hanging loosely in his hand.

"What'd you do to that thing?" He asked. His voice gruff to mask his own worry for his sibling.

"You could say I sent it packing." He answered. "Or more specifically, you could say I ripped it apart molecule by molecule so that it wouldn't be able to piece itself back together in a million years. Works alot better than rock salt." He eyed the shotgun for a second before placing a hand over Sam's arm.

Sam's blood was warm and mixed with his own that was still on his fingers that he was using to heal the human skin. A gentle touch flowing with warm energy was all it toke to patch up the young hunter and Dean moved from his spot to where the Acheri last stood, apparently satisfied with the angel's help.

"Where did you come from?" Sam asked, his eyes finally meeting Gabriels.

"Oh you humans and your silly questions. From my apartment of course."

Sam's eyes narrowed and Gabriel smirked, his trademark sarcastic smirk and his green eyes sparkling.

"You know what I meant." Sam mumbled. At least the kid was a quick learner when it regarded Gabriel's temperament, and was getting better at patience with him.

"The bound, remember? I can feel your heartbeat. When it sped up I...knew something was wrong." The smirk slid off his face as he toke a deep breath, remembering the panic he felt mere minutes ago.

Sam's eyebrows scrunched as he tilted his head, in a quizzical puppy way. "That was real? I thought you were just making things up to get me to kiss you-" And his hazel eyed widened and froze before slowly traveling to a spot behind Gabriel where he was sure Dean stood with an equal look of shock in his green eyes to mirror his brother.

Gabriel lowered his voice. "Dean, Ah, he didn't know about that. Did he?" He was more of a statement than a question. He really hadn't expected Sam to tell his big brother about his lip lock with the tricky angel but he figured that he would have at least mentioned the bonding contract and felt slightly nervous about having his back to Dean while he held a shotgun as Sam shook his head.

End of Chapter 10

Since I wasn't planning on continuing this I really don't know how many more chapters it will have. Maybe 1. Maybe 2.

Oh, and an Acheri is what Ava Wilson summoned to kill Lily and Andy in season 2. I have "John Winchester's journal" and "he" mentioned it in there so I flipped through for the details. Apparently their an Indian folk creature that lives in the mountains and lures travelers away to kill them when they fall for it's "oh no, I'm a lost little girl." disguise. Protection against them is to wear a red thread around the neck but apparently Sam and Dean didn't read that part.

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