Gabriel looked around and was met by stunned expressions. The brothers, the Prophet and the Angel all standing while Rufus and Bobby looked up from the floor and to a man all eyes were intact and at that moment windows to the soul.

Bobby looked up at her his eyes filled with gratitude and a sparkle of lascivious appreciation while Rufus looked at her with pure unadulterated contempt. He stood, his joints stiffened by Lucifer's mishandling of his old bones, and walked slowly into the kitchen.

The prophet's eyes shown brightly with fear and distress and Gabriel wondered if Chuck Shurley would live long enough to fulfill his destiny and complete the Winchester Gospel or simply die from an exploding heart.

Castiel's eyes reflected the pain of losing the Witness, an angel in his own right, while Sam's eyes fairly radiated the guilt he felt for his perceived part in all of it.

Only Dean Winchester's eyes were unreadable as his thoughts raced, sorting through and collating everything he had just witnessed. Gabriel knew his soul was forever altered and carefully guarded from even the angels and she wondered if instead of failing Alistair had succeeded in his mission to turn the righteous man so far away from God that fulfilling his destiny would be impossible.

God's Messenger had come again to earth in the hopes of setting things to right but because she couldn't 'see' through his eyes and into his soul the Archangel didn't know if John Winchester's eldest son would even hear the words when she finally spoke to him of God's plan. But she had seen through Rufus Turner's and following him into the kitchen she sat down across from him and his half empty bottle of Johnny Walker Blue and gave him a message. "Your wife is worried about you."

Rufus turned a jaundice eye toward Gabriel and looking her up and down and shook his head. "My wife is dead and if she weren't she would have never even spoken to a hoochie mama like yourself."

"Yes," Gabriel said quietly, "she would have and she would have never cast aspersions upon this poor woman."

"You look fit enough to me," Rufus said crossly eyeing the vessel's large breasts while taking a drink from his glass.

"You'll have to excuse my friend here," Bobby apologized coming into the room and circling around behind Rufus. He placed his hands on the black man's shoulders and squeezed harder than Rufus thought necessary and added, "He doesn't entertain company much anymore."

"Never did," Rufus huffed knocking back the rest of his whiskey in his glass, "That was my wife's doing."

Gabriel smiled. "Taking in stray dogs as well as lost souls strayed from the straight and narrow...unwed teenage mothers...runaways."

"Yeah and one of those poor lost souls was a demon and..." Rufus closed his eyes his shaking hand reaching for the bottle. But before he could grab it and pour another tumbler full Gabriel reached for him and enclosed his gnarled hand in hers.

His eyes shot open and he tried to pull free but the hooker had a grip of demonic strength and the voice of an angel and she told him again, "Your wife is worried about you. Tell her you'll take you meds and that you'll stop drinking so much."

Rufus could see her as plain as day, his beautiful dark haired, dark skinned wife sitting across from him where, only moments before, a black haired hooker had sat. But the veteran hunter knew better than to trust his own eyes and shouted "Christo" at his wife and Bobby wanted to smack him up side the head.

"She ain't no demon, ya bull headed old fool," Bobby said irritably but without any real rancor, "She's an angel." Bobby had been dead, his soul hovering just above his mutilated body and when he looked down he had seen the divine light of the pink clad Angel as she healed him reuniting his body and his soul once again.

Rufus looked back up at his wife and when she smiled at him he knew that it was really her but that her time was fleeting. He only had time enough to assure her he would take better care of himself, an impossible promise to keep he suspected.

The vision of Rufus' wife faded and the veteran hunter refilled his glass and leaned back in his chair, arm draped over the back, and said skeptically, "So you're an angel, huh?"

"An Archangel really," Chuck offered scuttling into the room, shoulders hunched, head bowed like a frightened oft beaten puppy.

Rufus looked back at her and when Gabriel nodded her head in affirmation he still didn't quite believe his eyes and suggested, "Good, then you can stop this…Apocalypse... if you're not too busy turning tricks."

"Sounds good to me...especially the turning tricks part," Dean said as he walked into the kitchen. He winked at Gabriel, who smiled in spite of herself, while Sam hung back leaning against the door jam.

The Archangel waited patiently for Rufus to fill a glass for Dean and Chuck before she sighed and said, "There's only one Angel strong enough to stop all this and I am not he."

You're talking about Michael, aren't you?" Chuck said his eyes widening even more. He hurriedly downed his libation in one gulp, an offering to the god Oblivion.

Gabriel turned to the Prophet and smiling serenely trying to calm him and nodded her head.

"But he can't…come...here. He's too...he's too..." Chuck swallowed and again at a loss for the right words his mouth simply hung open.

Gabriel smiled again, gravely this time. "Michael knows that Lucifer walks the earth but like the serpent in the paintings our brother will shed his skin a number of times before finding his true vessel." Gabriel brought no comfort with her words especially to Sam Winchester.

"And Michael?" Dean demanded his voice angry and emotionally charged.

"And Michael," Gabriel said her voice devoid of all emotion, no anger, no sorrow, no joy, "Will simply bide his time and wait until his vessel calls out to him for salvation."

"Fat chance, Pinky," Dean said under his breath between sips of whiskey and loud enough for only Gabriel to hear.

Gabriel stood up from her seat across from Rufus and walked around the table to stand directly in front of Dean and leaning in, her lips inches from his, she whispered, "Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall."

"I'll take my chances," he whispered back and threading his fingers through her hair he pulled her forward and kissed her long and hard and after the sparks arched painfully added, "No pain, no gain."

Gabriel took a step back. She knew she had her work cut out for her thanks to Alistair's handiwork and said in a breathless voice, "I have someone I'd like you to meet."

But Dean walked past her and extended his glass for the last of the Blue. He laughed and said, "Not interested, Pinky."

"She drives a cherry, pale silver frost, '73 Ford Mustang Mach 1," she told him and watched as his interest piqued,"With a 428 Police Interceptor, 2 Holley 4 barrel carbs and headers."

"Is she hot?" Dean wanted to know and Bobby snorted.

"Very," she told him.

"Yeah? What's her name?"

"Eleanor."