AN: Yes, I promised IC Gabriel, but after reading this for the hundredth time, I've decided that doesn't come till later, whoops.

I'm not happy with it, but I'm not changing it either.

Remember, hateful mail makes me want to kick puppies and cry because sad and upset are two emotions you don't want me to have at once. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Jasmine woke up, and realized that she was at Bobby's house. She looked around, but Gabriel was no where to be seen. After getting up, she got dizzy. She wobbled a little, and fell over. Her head hit the corner of the coffee table. A sharp pain shot through from her head to her neck. A warm liquid ran down her face. She shook her head, and couldn't believe that she did that. Everything started to go blurry.

'No, no no no no no,' She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. Everything went black.

Bobby pulled into the driveway at his house. He saw Jasmine's car was still in the driveway. He smiled a little. He'd never admit it, but he was happy when the Winchesters visited. They were like family to him. He always felt that Jasmine needed more protecting than the boys. He wondered why, while he walked inside. The first thing he saw were books. They were everywhere.

'Messy idgit,' He rolled his eyes and walked into the living room. He saw Jasmine laying on the floor. As well as as pool of blood surrounding her head. He ran over and sat her up. She was unconscious.

"Oh balls," He sat her up against the couch. The phone beeped with every number pressed, as Bobby dialled Dean's number.

"Hello?"

"Get your asses over here and quick," Bobby pressed a towel to Jasmine's forehead.

"What? Why? You okay Bobby?"

"Quit your worrying about me. Worry about Jaz," Bobby hung up the phone.

Dean looked at his phone, then to Sam.

"We gotta go Sammy."

"Why? Is Bobby okay?"

"Oh he's peachy. Jazzy's not okay," Dean started packing his bags.

"We can't just leave a job Dean. She's with Bobby, she'll be fine for now."

"She's our sister Sam. We can call in another hunter."

"There aren't any near here, you know that. She'll be fine Dean. She's tough," Sam started unpacking Dean's bag. Dean glared at him.

"Fine. If anything happens to her because we're not there, it'll be you I shoot."

Jasmine didn't know where she was, but she knew it was either a dream, or Heaven. She looked around. It looked a lot like Hawaii. The wind blew her hair gently, and the mist from the ocean damped her face. She watched as the sun set, filling the sky with beautiful shades of oranges, yellows and reds. She felt at peace, just like she had when Gabriel took her there before. She looked down, and she was wearing a white dress that came up just above her knee. It wasn't skin tight, as it flowed in the breeze lightly. She heard wings fluttering behind her, and turned around.

"Hey Blues," Gabriel smiled at her, and had his hands in his pockets.

"Gabriel," She smiled at him and walked towards him. He looked at her nervously as she leaned against him. He hugged her back, and smiled again. He let his head rest against hers.

"We gotta talk Jaz," He gently pushed her away and took a step back. She looked up at him, worried.

"About what?" She was scared that he was rejecting her feelings towards him. She knew that angels wouldn't be allowed to have any sort of relations with people. She looked down at the sand, then turned around to watch the sunset.

"Jaz, I'm not going to turn you down. I like you, I do. And that scares the holy hell out of me. But that's not what we need to talk about. Let's talk about why Mikey said he was all into watching you," He moved to stand beside her.

"Okay, why are angels watching over me? Am I really that special to you guys?" She looked over at him.

"Well, yes. You have gifts, Blues. Some easier to perfect more than others. But I'm pretty sure you don't know about any of them. That's why I'm here. Inside your dream. Which should last a while, because let's face it. The coffee table won," He smirked at her. She blushed, and turned back towards the ocean.

"You saw that, huh? Wait, gifts?"

"Yup. I couldn't help but laugh. I would've helped, but we needed to talk privately. Gifts. Plural of gift. Meaning you can do some pretty awesome stuff," He shuffled a little closer to her, she didn't seem to notice.

"What kind of gifts? Elaborate Gabe, please," She smiled her best smile at him, making him blush a little.

'Ha, I just made an archangel blush,' she smiled even more at the thought.

"Did not. It's just warm here. But the kind of gifts that can either make angels protect you, or kill you. Right now, they all wanna keep you safe. And not in the wrong hands," A flash of concern crossed his face, but it went away as quickly as it appeared. He snapped his fingers, and pulled out a chocolate bar.

"Oh, those kinds of gifts, huh?" She grabbed his chocolate bar, and bit into it. He just stared at her, wide eyed. She stuck her tongue out at him. He looked at her mouth, and longed to feel it on his. He quickly shook the thought away, and grabbed back his chocolate bar.

"Yeah, those kind. As for elaboration, I can only tell so much. Firstly, you have visions. Like your muttonhead brother. Second, if you really focus on it, you can have a thing sorta like an angel radio in your head. Later on, you won't even have to focus on it. Thirdly, with training of course, you'll be able to sense what's human, and what's not. You taking this in okay?" He reached out and touched her elbow, with a look of concern on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Wait, one of my brothers gets visions? And training? What kind of training?" She turned to face him.

"The kind where you play hide n seek with a demon. And yes, Sam. He has visions, but I've said too much already," He smirked at her, and continued eating his chocolate bar.

"Oh. Why me? Why not some other lucky bastard?" She scrunched up her eyebrows.

"Because Dad choose you. Are you done asking questions? Or can we enjoy this sunset?"

She nodded her head, and turned her attention back to the sunset. His arm found it's way around her waist, and it pulled her to stand in front of him. She leaned her back against him, and he rested his head on hers. He was perfectly content now, having her body lean against his. He was surprised that he didn't want more than that at during this moment. Normally, he'd already have the women naked. He was actually happy that he hadn't taken that course with Jasmine.

She felt his warm body behind hers, and smiled to herself. She was wrapped in the arms of an angel. Not just any angel, Gabriel the archangel. She beamed, and pulled his arms tighter around her. Her hands were resting on his, and she entwined her fingers into his. He bent down, and put his chin on her shoulder. He murmured something he thought she wouldn't here, or understand. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard him.

"Vos pertinetis ad me," he nuzzeled his head into her neck. She made a note to translate that when she wakes up.