Prompt for 23.11.11:

Fandom(s): Supernatural, -optional-

Words: 'angel', 'snow', 'cheer', 'open/-ed/-ing', 'reunion'.

Answer:

Fandoms: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Summary: Buffy Summers or Remiel, the angel of hope?

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

A/N: One wonders what the heck I was thinking when I made up this prompt, but here we go... Happens during the time Lucifer walks free.

◄ Family Reunion ►

She brushed off some of the snow that had gathered on her shoulders during her short walk and knocked on the plain door of the cheap hotel. She had thought this way was better than just appearing in the room unannounced. She knew he was in the company of two hunters, and those tend to rather shoot than ask questions. She'd prefer avoiding getting shot at – again.

A tall, lean man cracked the door open, "Yes?" he questioned, his tone wary.

"Hey," she gave him an awkward smile, there wasn't a really good way to go with this. "Please don't shoot, but I'd like to talk to Cas. He's here, right?"

Suspicion immediately took over what had been politeness.

"Look, I don't mean any harm, I just want to see him," she tried to reassure him.

"Cas?" he called out without taking his eyes off her, "There's someone asking for you."

"Yes?" she didn't recognize his form when he came to stand behind the man who had opened the door but she could feel him. He was echoing the feeling of Heaven, of pureness and light. She almost sighed out aloud; it was so good be close to her family, to feel even an echo of the Heaven, it had been so long.

Just like she could feel him, he could feel her as well and she could see it from the expression on his face.

"Remiel?"

She was half amused by the picture he presented. Her normally unflappable little brother was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

"Hi," she chirped unnecessarily cheerfully, "How's it going, Cas?" Perhaps not the most appropriate thing to say.

"How? You–" Castiel tilted his head, looking confused. "We all though Lucifer killed you."

"Well, to quote Mark Twain, the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated." She offered him a faint smile.

She didn't receive one in return. She understood how he felt, she could feel the waves of betrayal from him. They were– had been, she corrected herself, close, despite of their ranks.

"I'm sorry for not telling you," her apology was heartfelt.

"Why didn't you?"

"It wasn't my decision. I was given a mission and for all purposes it was better if I was thought to be dead. Now that Lucifer is out of the Cage, it's possible he somehow lets someone know he didn't kill me, and there will be questions," she explained. "I wanted you to find out it from me."

"I don't know what to say," he stared at her.

"You don't have to say anything," she offered.

They were interrupted by the humans whose existence they'd completely forgotten.

"Not that this reunion isn't touching," Dean's expression and tone indicated he thought it was anything but that," but who the hell is this chick?" he directed that to Castiel. "Another angel?"

"Yes, she is an archangel, her powers are shadowed only by those of Michael and Lucifer. We all thought she had perished In Lucifer's hands shortly after he declared war on the Heavens," Castiel explained to the Winchesters, but didn't take his eyes off her.

"I heard he's walking free and you will be playing the key pieces in this game. I thought you might have the motivation to help me stop this."

Dean and Sam exchanged looks, it was too good to be true. An archangel wanting to stop Michael and Lucifer's showdown. The were not completely buying it, but nodded to her nonetheless. They would grill Cas for more information later.

"Good," she nodded satisfied by their response. "Cas, can you tell me what's going on? I've been out of the loop for a while."

Castiel went to give her an update of what had been going on. The Winchester brothers injected at times. When Castiel finished his summary of the events, he looked like the seriousness of it all was hitting him all over again.

"Oh, cheer up, Cas," Dean patted his shoulder. "It's not like we're talking about the End of the Days here. "