I stretched, waking myself from the best sleep I'd had since that day. There was no dream, no memory there to haunt me. As if someone had waved a magic wand so I'd be peaceful in this world of chaos.

Well, as chaotic as a apocalypse can be without its main attraction. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. I just wanted to put it off for as long as possible. All because it was peaceful.

But that never really worked out well in my favour. Peaceful, normal, apple pie life, turned into hunter. Which is near enough to pure chaos with little patches of sunshine along the way.

I was ready to snuggle into my pillow when I remembered. I had heard some voice last night. And remembering that just sent my mind buzzing. Ain't no rest for the wicked.

Opening my eyes and stretching, I took my time to look around the room. Finding nothing out of place. Not even the feeling of being watched that was coming from the gu... Wait...

My eyes were now locked with the ones across the room. Waiting for the image to splinter and vanish in a puff of smoke. Or just vanish in general. That would be good.

But the more I looked the more I realised, I had heard a voice. It must have been his. But it's not possible. He's dead. Lucifer killed him.

"Mornin' sunshine." The trickster greeted.

"You're dead." I stated. Waiting for him to be revealed as someone else entirely.

"I rabbited." He said as if it were nothing, conjuring some candy from nowhere and started munching on it.

I narrowed my eyes, grabbing the angel blade that lived under the pillow. Then stalking over to the illusion and pointing it at him, ready to stab/ slash the delusion. "Sure, that would make me the pope!" I snapped.

He held his arms up as I sign he wasn't a threat, candy in one hand. "You are carrying a loaded weapon." He looked to the blade, "I'm alive, believe me."

"Nope. You're dead. They're dead." I sighed, looking into his pleading eyes. "And I'm crazy. Talking to a dead angel. Oh, and seeing one to top it off..."

"Arch angel." He corrected, not that I cared for the illusion.

"If you were, which you aren't, you can't be. You're just an illusion." I huffed in frustration, "And if you aren't... Well then I'm stumped. And I still don't care." I raised my arms, signalling that I was done. I grabbed my bag and took it into the bathroom with me. Making sure the door was locked, not that it would save me from the illusion.

"Annabell..." The smooth voice of the Trickster wafted through the door. "I'm here to help." He sighed, "I didn't think..."

"Clearly!" I snapped, "Or everything would have turned out fine!" I was waiting for a response.

A few moments later and I was still waiting. So I hopped in the shower finally and let the warm water wash away all my worries. If that were possible. But it didn't. The hammering just kept going on and on. Louder and louder inside my head.

Their voices, the voices of everyone I've met, or am yet to meet. Or will never meet. Like a buzzing that would never go away. And it never would. That buzz had always been there. Part of me since I can remember. White noise that I just tune out without trying.

But with what was going on a the moment, it was my only serenity.

I was in the shower for a while before I decided it was time to get out and face the hallucination. Maybe it had gone. That was a nice thought. But nothing ever went to plan with us. Or what we hoped.

So I towelled of and got into my usual get-up. Genes, combat boots, shirt and coat. The coat wasn't like what other hunters would usually wear, but it was mine. From my old life. And it just reminded me that there were people out there that shouldn't have to suffer through what I had, to know what I know. But it was all just habit now. To get outa doge when I had too. Usually straight after a case.

But now, I wanted to get out of here for a completely different reason. I wanted to get away from the hallucinations. The Hallucination. Of who I could only guess to be one of the most annoying beings to have as one.

I exited the bathroom to find the room empty. Completely empty of the Archangel turned trickster. "YES!" I cheered to the empty room.

I turned on the T.V, to the news station. Looking for any omens again, searching the web. Only to have my stomach object not long after starting.

Then there was a slight rustle of wings and something good smelling. I looked over at the offending noise, something in me wishing it would be Cass and Dean back from the dead. Only Dean wanting some grub before coming to collect his baby.

But it wasn't. It was Gabriel. With a paper bag, half holding it out to me. "A peace offering." He stated, waiting for me to take the bag.

Which I did, but I didn't expect to be able to touch it. "Thanks... And sorry for earlier. Its just... After everything it's hard to know what's not going to turn around and bite you."

"We can find out if I bite. You might like it." He waggled his eyebrows.

"Okay, definitely not a hallucination." My stomach chose that moment to protest, causing me to look at the archangel wearily, before finding a sausage and egg bagel within the paper. Then devouring it, but no where near as quickly as Dean and his ability to inhale food.

I was wondering why he just hadn't snapped up the food. Or he may have. Who knows?

His voice broke me from my thoughts. "What's our next move then, Bells?"

"Bells?" I looked at him with my best bitch face. "No idea. Nada on the omens."

"Duh... Luci knows your knockin'. He not going to roll out the welcome wagon."

Well that made sense, but then again he had the chance to kill me. "Why didn't he kill me when he had the chance?"

"He didn't kill you?" I just looked at him, shaking my head, then waiting for him to go on. He looked stumped. Even opened his mouth to speak a few times but couldn't. And then he walked closer to me, placing two fingers on my forehead.

I had seen Cass do this before, but it was usually to make someone sleep. Not... Whatever this was. With memories flashing before my eyes again, of... Of that day. Before I knew it, he had retreated to the edge of the bed, sitting down. Staring at me as if he'd lost everything. "what?"

"He... He got Mikey?" I just nodded, which seemed to confirm whatever fears he had. He inhaled a sharp shakey breath, hiding his face in his hands. "He-He got Raphael last week." He had lost his brothers. "And it would explain why he let you live. He..."

"Thinks I can't do anything now." I finished.

"Exactly."

"Still gotta catch a moose." I mused before sitting myself down next to the archangel, rubbing his back trying to comfort him a bit. Even if it was a little over an hour ago that I thought he was a hallucination, I didn't want to see him upset.

He looked up at me, as if he would never have expected anyone to care for him anymore. Not after he ran away. Not after he chose humanity, and I couldn't quite place what I saw in his eyes. Only the loss, but there was something else hidden in those eyes. "A supercharged Moose."

"A supercharged moose hell bent on destroying the earth. With only you and me to stop him, what could go wrong?" I said with a bit too much sarcasm.

"Well, we do have something they don't. If that makes up for anything." He finished by popping a lollipop into his mouth.

"I don't think lollipops will sweeten the deal."

He rolled his eyes, "But we do have the Impala." He said it as if it meant everything.

"And?" I asked skeptically.

He out his arm around my shoulder, bringing me closer to him. "Precisely."

"I'm confused."

"Are you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Gabriel." I warned.

"Fine."

I waited a moment for him to explain. But he didn't. "The point?"

"Exactly."

I sighed, ready to rip him a new one. "What is the point about the Impala?"

He just smirked, "There isn't one."

"Then why?" I whined.

"Why drive it instead of your car?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't. I tried another couple of times, but the words just wouldn't come to me. I'd been using Deans car since... Everything. After I got her fixed up of coarse. And I hadn't even thought of a simple thing like that. "I don't know."

He just looked at me, waiting for me to have some epiphany it seemed. "And?"

"I don't know." I sighed. "It just seemed... Right."

"Like you couldn't leave her to rust?"

I just looked at him, annoyed that I'd rather leave my car to rust. And then it hit me. I just couldn't leave his car there. Even if thought it was just a reminder. But it wasn't. It was like I couldn't leave the car there to rust. Like it needed me, or I needed it. For what, I didn't know. And he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking because he just gave me this goofy grin. "Don't do that."

"This is good!" He sprung from his position, turning sharply to face me. "Means we can get this show on the road."

Before I could object, get up or do anything, he snapped his fingers and we were in the Impala. Me on the drivers side, thank god.

"Where we headed?" He asked.

"Where's my stuff?"

"In the trunk, don't worry." I just raised my eyebrow, he knew I'd have to worry. It was him after all. Archangel turned trickster. "So... Where?"

I sighed. "No idea."

I figured he must have taken care of everything else. Or I hoped he had. And I couldn't get over the sweet smell that was around him. The sweetness was mixed with something else.

I also knew that it wouldn't be long before the car was filled with the smell, it was just that over powering. And I hoped we wouldn't be on the road long, especially with everything the boys had told me about him.

Before long we were making our way down the highway, listening to some random pop station Gabriel put on. Which lasted all of two seconds before I changed it to something with some rock. Which he promptly turned off. Leaving the purr of the engine as the music's substitute.

This was going to be a long trip indeed.