Disclaimer: The supernatural universe; brothers, angel, and impala included, are not mine. Charlie's mine! As are a few others you might not recognize, but for the most part, I thank Erik Kripke and the Supernatural people for their wonderful creation.

"Do you think he'll really help Kali?" Dylan asked, watching Dean set up targets in the forest he'd driven them to.

Sam shook his head, sitting next to her on the hood of the Impala. "Doubt it."

Dean shrugged. "Guys' a douche, but a lot of dudes would do anything for a chick that er….used to be close to them.

Sam chuckled.

Dylan rolled her eyes. "You mean he's going to help her so he can get laid."

Dean barked out a laugh at Dylan's frankness.

"Pretty much." He agreed.

"And then he'll be back to torment US." Sam muttered, focused on the laptop in front of him.

Dylan put a hand on her chin. "I get the feeling you don't like the guy."

Sam made a face. "The dude killed Dean over 100 times right in front of me."

Dylan hopped up. "Enough said." She turned to Dean. "All set up?" At his nod she jumped forward. "Yep! Gimmee the gun!" Dean stopped her by shooting his hand out, and Dylan ran face-first into his palm.

"Ow!" She stepped back, rubbing her face. Dean looked conflicted.

"I'm not sure if you're ready for this."

Dylan crossed her arms. "You promised you'd let me go on more hunts with you after you trained me…so TRAIN me!"

Dean sighed. "Alright fine. Sam, y'coming?"

Sam looked away. "No…actually. I think I'll take my car and head back to the hotel…look for a new case."

Dean narrowed his eyes and Dylan put her hands on her hips, but Sam just smiled brightly and jumped into his vehicle. "See ya!"

"He played us." Dylan grimaced.

"I knew him driving his ride here was odd. He had this planned." Dean shook his head. "Well…I guess it's just the two of us."

Dylan made a face. "Joy."

"Hey!" Dean looked insulted. "I'm not that bad." He pushed her towards the target. "C'mon punk. Let's see what you got."

Dylan grinned. "Right."

"Sammy!"

Sam looked up from his computer brightly. "Hey dean! How'd it…"His grin turned to a frown when he saw the black expression on Dean's face. "What's up?"

Dean's chest raised as he breathed deeply. "Don't ever let her near a gun…ever." He warned. Sam's brows furrowed.

Dylan entered after Dean, arms crossed. "I wasn't that bad." She argued.

"You shot me!" Dean snapped. Sam shot up but Dean waved him down.

"I just grazed you." Dylan rolled her eyes.

"I was standing behind you." He bit out.

"Which means it would've taken a lot of skill to shoot you." Dylan reasoned. "So there."

Dean shook his head. "No! Not so there! No guns for you!" Dylan glared.

"Ever." He demanded. Dylan pouted and threw herself on the bed, face first. Dean sighed heavily and turned to Sam. "You got anything?"

"Yeah, actually." Sam turned back to his screen. "Looks like Kentucky has an infestation."

"Of bugs?" Dean shivered.

"No. Of-"

"Puppies?!" Dylan sat up happily, her earlier anger forgotten.

Dean rolled his eyes in exasperation, but Sam grinned. "Close, actually. Wolves."

"Wolves?" Dylan frowned.

"Were, to be exact." Sam clarified.

"Location or numbers?" Sam looked back to his screen.

"Looks like it can't be more than five. They started with animals, but more recently," Sam pushed his laptop Dean's way, so he could see the photos, "They've upgraded."

Dylan made a face as she caught sight of the photos. "Yuck." She raised her hand.

Dean made a face. "What do you want?" HE snapped.

"Do I get to help, or am I still grounded?"

Dean pulled his shirt up to show her his wrapped side. "What do you think?" Dylan huffed.

"I called the Chief of police." Sam broke in, sending Dylan a sympathetic look. "He's more than happy to let us take a look at the files." Dean nodded. "Alright. We'll change and head out." He turned to Dylan.

She raised her hands. "And I'll sit here, doing nothing and pretending I don't exist." Sam snorted, but Dean didn't catch the reference.

"Works for me." He headed to his room.

Dylan and Sam shared a look.

"He'll calm down." Sam promised.

"When I'm forty?" She asked dryly.

Sam shrugged. "If we're lucky. Hey, you want something to do while we're gone?" Sam whispered in a conspiring voice.

Dylan shot a look to the adjoining door, then nodded.

Sam handed her his laptop. "A diner a few states over looks like it has a demon infestation. Mind doing the legwork on it? Maybe we'll hit it up after if you think it's worth it."

Dylan rolled her eyes but opened the browser. "Aight."

"We're leaving." Sam peeked his head in after they'd changed, to find Dylan lying on her stomach on the bed, squinting at the laptop screen.

"Kay."

"We'll be back in a few hours." He added.

Dylan nodded.

Dean pushed Sam out of the way. "Don't do anything illegal. See ya Harry Potter."

"Kay." Then Dylan squealed.

"YOU DID CATCH MY FUNNY!"

Both brothers were still chuckling as they slid into the Impala.

"So." Dylan froze. She was not alone. She turned slightly.

"Sup." She answered warily.

"Dylan, right?" Gabriel the archangel shot Dylan an easy grin.

"Sure." Dylan narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"

Gabriel shrugged. "I'm bored. Where'd you come from?"

Dylan watched Gabriel slowly. "Different dimension is the guess. Did you help Kali?"

Gabriel scoffed. "Of course I did. She's fine."

"Did you get laid?" Dylan asked brightly.

Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Sure did."

"Oh gross." Dylan grimaced. "I didn't actually want an answer." Gabriel shrugged.

"Where did my brother find you?" He asked curiously.

"That's a secret." Dylan retorted brightly. An idea came to her. "Hey. You're bored right?" Gabriel shrugged. "You want to do something fun?"

"Why not?" Gabriel agreed quickly. Dylan turned to him brightly, hand outstretched.

"Well, come on dude."

Gabriel looked at her hand, made a face, then grasped her hand in his.

"Neat party trick." Both of Gabriel's elbows were on the table, his chin resting on his hands as he eyed Dylan. She munched on her burger, grinning brightly.

"I like to think so." Dylan shrugged.

Gabriel leaned back in the booth with a sigh. After a cursory look around, he turned a woman's hair blue then smiled cheekily when Dylan sighed heavily.

"You're not a native, is my guess." He spoke blithely. Dylan made a face.

"What gave you that idea?"

"Besides the poof thing?" Gabriel smirked. "You're cautious around me."

"Sam and Dean warned me." Dylan laughed.

"And yet you're still sitting here with me." Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "As if you know more than you're say-"

"Gabriel. What are you doing?"

Cas appeared at Dylans elbow, glowering dangerously in his brother's direction. Gabriel straightened.

"Chill Cassie. I'm just getting to know your newest pet human."

Cas slid into the booth next to Dylan. "About?"

Dylan patted Cas' arm reassuringly. "He just wants to know who he's dealing with." She soothed. "I helped bring him back. I must have some sort of motive for doing so; and he just wants to know what it is." Dylan shot Gabriel an even look. "He has a right to know, as well."

Cas' eyes narrowed. "Dylan…are you sure?"

"I trust the dude." She spoke simply.

Gabriel snorted, and Dylan turned a serious look his way.

"I think it's relatively clear to you that my role in your reappearance means you owe me. Do you disagree?" Gabriel's eyes narrowed slightly. Dylan nodded. "I have spent the last few years making myself as dangerous as possible, and you'll find that I hold quite a bit of power. You'd do well not to cross me."

Gabriel considered her…then he nodded. "So. What's your motive?"

Dylan smiled….and then told him everything.

"Other dimension hmm? Sounds more like an alternate reality. It's not my forte, but I'll see what information I can find out." He held out his hand.

She gripped it tightly. "I have a feeling meeting you is going to change…everything." Gabriel smiled brightly. "Call me Gabe."

"Dylan? You still alive?" Dean knocked on her hotel room door softly. When he heard a guys voice and then Dylan's laugh, he frowned and knocked a little harder. "Dylan?"

The door opened abruptly and Cas stood there, thoroughly disgruntled.

Cas just shook his head and opened the door wider.

Dean's eyes narrowed when he saw who sat shoulder to shoulder with Dylan.

"Gabriel. What are you doing?"

"Playing smashbros." Gabe rolled his eyes. "Obviously."

"That's not…alright then. Fine. Dylan?"

Dylan didn't look up from her controller. "Yes?"

"What is this?"

"Its…smashbros." She shrugged.

Dean threw up his hands.

"Alright, I brought in the stuff and- what the hell?"

Dylan and Gabriel froze.

"Sammy!" Gabe beamed.

"It's Sam." He rolled his eyes. "When did you and Dylan become friends?"

Gabe shrugged. "About five minutes ago. Hey! You caught a wolf pack? Let's go celebrate!"

"Yeah!" Dylan jumped up.

"Not you, you're a baby." Gabe ordered. Dylan sighed heavily and flopped onto Cas, who grunted but let it happen, arm still over his eyes. "Let me buy you Winchesters a drink! What do you say?"

"We haven't caught the pack yet." Dean spoke up, arms crossed.

"A pre-celebration then." Gabriel rephrased.

"We don't want to have a drink with you." Sam spoke bluntly.

Gabe grabbed his heart. "Oh the rejection! It hurts!" He pursed his lips. "It's free alcohol, Deano. Come on! What's the worst that could happen?"

Dean sighed and looked to Sam, who just shrugged. "Alright. ONE drink. Cas, you coming?"

Cas sat up, dislodging Dylan from where she'd been sprawled over him. "Yes."

Dylan didn't move as the men made their way out, Dean pausing long enough to look back. He opened his mouth but Dylan beat him to it.

"Nothing illegal, I know." She sat up and shot him a wink. "Go. Have fun." Dean snorted, but shut the door softly behind him.

Dylan curled up on her bed, dozing with the TV in the background. She was almost asleep when a harsh knock jerked her awake.

"Forget something?" She hollered good naturally as she opened the door. She frowned.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Who are you?"

One hand gripped her shoulder and another pointed a gun in her face, and she smiled weakly. "Let me just lock up real fast then."

Dean and Sam were extremely relieved when they received the ransom call. You can only handle so much of Gabriel, and Cas had drunk nearly the entire bar and then disappeared, leaving the brothers to fend for themselves.

"Sorry Gabriel, gotta head out. Dylan kidnapped, you know how it is." Dean jumped up and grabbed his keys.

Sam didn't even pretend to feel bad. "Thank god…come on Dean, let's get out of here."

Gabriel shook his head smugly.

It was all good. They'd see him soon enough.

Dean and Sam did what they do best….they burst in, guns blazing. Unfortunately, the wolf pack they'd been hunting were ready for them. In no time at all, Dean and Sam had lost their guns and were forced into hand to hand combat.

They were down to two men, when Dylan, who'd up to that point waited patiently and blind-folded in the corner of the building, made her move.

The crack shot surprised both brothers, who paused and watched in shock as both men they'd been fighting fell to the ground dead, shot through the heart with the same bullet.

When they turned back around, Dylan was still sitting innocently in her corner, no gun in her vicinity.

Sam shrugged it off.

Dean….couldn't.

"I thought you said I was never allowed near a gun ever again?" Dylan asked, sitting in the same field Dean had driven them to a few days previous.

Dean only grunted as he set up new targets, much more difficult than the first time, when all of the targets had been relatively the same large size and organized in a row. This time, the targets were smaller, some set high, and some set low in a circle. She waited, watching him closely. Sam stood by the Impala, just as confused as her…until Dean marched over, a piece of dark fabric in his hands.

"Put it on." He held it out to her.

"Dean." Dylan shook her head.

"Put." Dean's voice was low and cold. "It. On."

Dylan turned to Sam…but he offered no support. With a sigh, she tied the blindfold over her eyes.

"Now march."

This time, Dylan didn't argue. She walked further into the field until Dean told her to stop. When he began to spin her in circles, she sighed but said nothing.

He stopped and took a few step backs. Then he placed a gun in her hand. "Shoot." He ordered.

Dylan shook her head. "Dean, you said,"

"You're lying about your name. You're lying about you're shooting abilities, and I'm sure you're lying about more than that. You want to hunt with us? Show me I can trust you."

"And this will help you trust me?"

Dean coughed. "It's a start."

"Dean…I don't shoot for sport. I only unload when provoked."

Dean only had enough time to pull out his own gun and and cock it and Dylan unloaded her clip, bullseyeing every target before ripping off her blind fold and turning to Dean, breathing heavily.

"Now what?" She gasped.

Dean turned to Sam who nodded. "Now." Dean spoke after a moment.

"Now you tell us everything."

Gabe's a nuisance, Cas is protective, and Dean knows that something's up.

What Will Dylan tell them? Everything? Or Nothing? And what does Gabe mean, that something's up?"

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