AN: So, I just realized that this story is unbelievably cheesy in some places. Whoops. Oh well.

I still feel like Gabe isn't in character yet. If you think he is, that's awesome and it means I'm doing good.

Lalala... OH! Another clarifying thing, Azazel still went after Sam, but he wasn't interrupted so no one died. Then he went for Jasmine, and Mary saw it, and you know the rest. Maybe I should do a pre-story chapter... hmm... I think I will. It might help. I just majorly confused myself. FFS.

Okay, ignore most of the clarifying comment because it's confusing as heck, and I'll make a pre-story chapter.

Try to enjoy! :)

Jasmine opened her eyes. Everything was blurry. When sight became clear, she saw that she was in Bobby's spare room. There were familiar voices outside the door.

"Dean, she's been out for a week now. I don't think that's normal. Maybe we should take her to see a real doctor. At a real hospital."

"Shut up, okay? She's probably just really tired. Maybe it has something to do with a certain time of the month. She'll wake up soon. She has to."

Jasmine got up, and opened the door. She saw Dean and Sam staring at her in shock.

"What? No coffee?" She smiled at them. Dean grabbed her and hugged her, knocking the air out of her.

"Dean, can't breath," She laughed. He let go of her. When she caught her breath, it got knocked out of her again.

"Sam, I missed you too. Please let me go."

Sam chuckled, "So uh, Jaz, what happened? It's not like you to fall on a coffee table."

"Well, it happened, and I guess I hit it pretty hard. Did you say I was out a week?" Jasmine's face was red from embarrassment.

"Yeah, well, it could've been longer. We don't know how long you were there for before Bobby found you," Dean face fell. He reached up and pushed away her hair, to reveal a bruised bump, with a cut in the middle. She winced when his fingers grazed it.

Jasmine listened as Sam and Dean told her about their jobs while they were away.

"A shapeshifter? You hunted a shapeshifter without me?" She pretended to be hurt.

"Of course kiddo, didn't want the extra luggage. Besides, I'd rather you hunt squirrels than things that go bump in the night," Dean smirked.

"Squirrels? Come on. I could clear out all of the squirrels in the world. Along with most monsters if you gave me the chance. I can even kick your ass. Oh wait, Bobby!" Jasmine yelled into the other room.

"What?!" Bobby yelled back.

"There's squirrels in your attic, or you have pet cats you're not telling anyone about."

"Do I look like I'm the type of person to have cats? Take a gun and shoot them," Obviously Jasmine's comment upset Bobby. Dean and Sam tried to hide their laughter. She pouted a little, then went on her way to find a shotgun that didn't have salt rounds.

'Holy hell it's hot up here.'

Jasmine took her jacket off. She looked around for the squirrels. Every step she took, the wooden boards creaked loudly, giving away her position. So she decided to walk on the beams.

Downstairs, well it was Bobby's upstairs, Sam and Dean were talking.

"Alright, I've been cruising some websites. I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing troller found off the coast of Cali. It's crew vanished. And uh, some cattle mutilations in Texas. Hey!" Dean looked at Sam. Sam was drawing a tree from a dream he had the night before.

"Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" Dean snapped at Sam. They heard two gunshots, and Jasmine cursing. Dean laughs, but sees Sam is sucked back into his drawing.

Jasmine realizes that she can hear her brothers. She shoots the squirrels again, hitting them this time. She smiled, and crouched down to the wood boards to hear the boys better.

"Dean, I know where we have to go next."

"Where?"

"Back home. Back to Kansas."

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?"

"This photo was taken in front of out old house, right? That's where Mom died?"

There was silence, then Dean sighed.

"Yeah."

"And it didn't burn down right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it right?" Sam was beating around the bush, Jasmine frowned. She knew where Sam was taking this. And she also knew Dean wouldn't like it.

"I guess so, what the hell are you talking about?" Dean scrunched his face at Sam. Jasmine shifted her weight, getting uncomfortable.

"Okay look, this is gonna sound crazy, but the people who live in out old house, I think they might be in danger."

"Why would you think that?"

"Uh, I just, uhm, look, just trust me on this, okay?"

Jasmine stood up. She knew what Sam was talking about. He was talking about the vision he had. She shook her head, because she had the same vision, about their old house.

'So, Sammy has the same visions as me? That seems like a waste, since we're siblings.'

Then a voice filled her head. It was Gabriel.

"Yeah, muttonhead moose gets visions too. Remember? I told you that already. Except his are different than yours. We didn't give his to him. A demon did."

'A demon? And you guys let that happen? And how are we talking without actually talking?'

She could almost hear him roll his eyes. Gabriel sighed.

"This is like angel radio. I'll explain it more later. But yes, we had to let it happen. It's his fate. I gotta go. See ya later Blues."

Jasmine rolled her eyes, and started to walk back towards the exit. She lost her footing, and fell onto the floorboards. Then the floorboards broke, and she fell through them. The splintery wood scrapped her skin and ripped her clothes. She felt hot liquid running down her head.

'Fantastic.'

There was a bigger than your average splinter in her arm. She reached up and pulled it out. A small yelp of pain escaped her. Then she looked up to see where she was. Sam and Dean were staring at her. She could feel her face go red, and she smiled at them.

"So, uh, did the squirrels win Jazzy?" Dean smirked, and they all started laughing.

"What the hell are you boys doing up there?!" Bobby yelled from his living room.

"Protecting Jaz from the squirrels!" Dean yelled back, smiling.

Sam helped her up, she winced in pain a couple times. He helped her down the stairs. They couldn't help but laugh a couple times. Bobby watched as Sam sat Jasmine down on the couch and started cleaning her up.

"Idgits," he smiled, "And you boys better fix up that hole."

Jasmine laughed, and Sam frowned.

"Why doesn't Jaz? She's the one who broke your ceiling."

"Because she can't use tools even if lives depended on it."

Sam laughed, and nodded his head in agreement. Jasmine pouted, then winced as Sam started stitching up her arm. Then Jasmine remembered what Gabriel had said.

"Hey Bobby, can you translate something for me? Four words I think, and I think it's Latin."

"Okay, shoot."

"Vos pertinetis ad me," She said slowly enough for him to write them down. She watched him go through a few books, and then he finally had an answer.

"Okay, what the hell is this for? Cause it's certainly not an exorcism."

"I heard it in a dream, and I thought it meant something. Can't be too sure," She smiled at Bobby, and felt Sam tense up behind her.

"A dream? What kind of dream?" Sam stopped stitching her up.

"The kind where they only happen while you're sleeping," Jasmine rolled her eyes. Bobby snickered at her comment.

"So, Bobby, what does it translate to?" Jasmine returned her attention to the older hunter.

"You belong to me."

They were in the Impala, heading for Lawrence, Kansas. Jasmine was happy to be on her first hunt with both of her brothers, since Sam's been back. She just didn't want to see the house. None of them wanted those memories to resurface. She sighed heavily.

"Almost there, Jaz," Sam looked into the backseat and smiled weakly at her. She returned the same smile.

'I'm not sure that's a good thing.'

Dean pulled up beside the house. This is it. The house their mother died in. The house that demon invaded. Home is supposed to be safe, and the demon ruined that feeling. Jasmine felt anger boil in her stomach. She wanted to rip that son of bitch inside out.

Sam looked at Dean with worry. Jasmine saw that, and rolled her eyes.

'Oh come on, no chick flick moments!'

Her head fell when they started talking.

"You gonna be alright man?"

"Let me get back to you on that," Dean got out of the car, then looked back to Jasmine. She was still in the car.

"You coming, Jazzy?"

"Yeah, I guess I forgot to get out of the car," she said weakly.

They walked up the walkway, and onto the porch. Dean knocked on the door. Jasmine moved to stand in front of Sam, so she could be seen. She wondered why she was so short. Her thoughts were interrupted when a blonde women answered the door.

"Yes?"

Jasmine's jaw dropped, it was the women from her vision. She looked at Sam, and by judging his face,

she knew that he recognized the women too.

After talking for a little while, she let them inside. Jasmine walked behind all of them. She saw Dean tensing up, and walked up beside him. She took his hand to comfort him. He looked at her and squeezed her hand.

The blonde women introduced them to her kids. Jasmine left Dean's side to sit at the kitchen table with the little girl.

"Mind if I colour too?" Jasmine smiled at her, and the girl handed her paper and crayons. They coloured while Sam and Dean asked typical hunter questions about the house. When they were done, Jasmine gave her picture to the little girl, and left with her brothers.

On the way back to the Impala, Sam and Dean started arguing about the house. Jasmine kept quiet, not wanting to be dragged into it. Then they started arguing about Sam's vision. She rolled her eyes.

"Get married already," Jasmine slammed the car door shut. They didn't even hear her.

'Wow, I'm surprised they weren't born as women,' she laughed to herself.

They pulled into the nearest gas station. How they still managed to pay for gas, Jasmine didn't know. Dean was filling up his car, and talked about the night their mother died.

"I remember the fire, the heat. And then I carried you out the door. A neighbour ran inside for Jazzy when Dad didn't come out right away."

"You did?" Sam looked at Dean.

"Yeah, you never knew that?"

"No," Sam shook his head. Jasmine got out of the car. They just looked at her as if she was crazy.

"Relax, I'm just getting snacks, guys."

"Pie," Dean looked back to his car.

She walked into the gas station, and grabbed a basket. She grabbed some water bottles, a couple bottles of pop and a bottle of juice from the back. Walking down the aisle, she grabbed two pies, a bag of chips, two bags of candy and a chocolate bar.

Looking at the chocolate bar, she day dreamed about standing on the beach with Gabriel. She missed him. More than she should've. There was a longing to hold him. She scrunched up her face.

'What the hell am I thinking? He doesn't like me. He's only here to protect me, and try to get sex from me.'

She sighed and put the chocolate bar back. Walking up to the counter to pay, she saw the slushie machines. After filling up three cups, she paid for everything and went back outside. Her brothers were waiting for her, talking about their dad.

"Buy the whole store, Jaz?" Sam laughed.

"Shut up, Sammy. I panicked," She shoved a cup into his hand.

Dean dropped Jasmine off at a motel, she grabbed her bags and also the pie. Dean looked at her in disbelief.

"Insurance. Now I know that you'll come back, instead of leaving me here. Like Fairfield."

"Put the pie back Jazzy. I'm not gonna leave you here."

"No," She walked away. She booked a room and threw her bags on the bed. After concluding that the room was nicer than most, she mentally thanked Dean.

Walking into the bathroom, she felt uneasy. She walked around, looking for signs of anything supernatural. After laying down lines of salt in every window and door, she hopped into the shower. Showers were her time to think.

'What if the thing in the house, is the thing that killed Mom? Are we strong enough to kill it? I don't think Dean's in his right mind to kill anything that strong. And what about Dad? Where is he? I miss working together as a family. He's not with us for a reason. And it'd better be a damn good reason. What if we find him, and he's not alive anymore?'

She shook the thought out of her head, and got out of the shower. After drying her hair, she threw on sweatpants and a tank top. Walking into the main room, she froze. There was a man standing at the window. She slowly reached for her gun, and pointed it at him.

"Who are you?" She looked around, and noticed that the salt lines were still intact.

"WHAT are you?" She felt scared.

"Relax, Blues." Gabriel continued to look out the window.

"Gabriel! Next time knock, and wear a bell," She lowered her gun, and walked over to him. He turned to face her, and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm not here to use you Jasmine. I'm here to be your protector. And I do like you. You're different from other humans," He pulled back, and put his hands on her shoulders. She looked at him, and believed him.

"How did you know I was thinking that? You weren't anywhere near me," She walked over to the bed and sat down.

"You're my charge. We have a special bond that allows me to feel what you feel. So, why the salt lines? Hiding from some spook?" He ran his fingers through the salt. When he looked back to her, he was smirking.

"I uh, felt like something was gonna pop up while I was in the shower," She looked down at the ground.

"Well, if I knew you were in the shower, I would've showed up earlier," He took a couple steps closer to her. She looked up at him, and laughed.

"Then I definitely would've shot you, Gabe," She smiled at him. He laughed, and sat down beside her.

"So, you're gifts are progressing. You were able to sense that I was going to pop up. That's good, but I think Mikey wants to see it for himself. He'll be here soon, which leaves just enough time for us to do the naughty," He winked at her. She laughed and shook her head. Then frowned.

"What are you talking about? He's already here."

Gabriel smiled at her, and stood up.

"Congrats, Blues. How did you know?" He walked over to the foot of the bed, and Michael appeared next to him. Or, someone she assumed was Michael. He was using a vessel.

"Well, I felt your energy, and since you're an archangel, I'm guessing it's distinctive. There was another ball of energy, similar to yours. So I assumed it was Michael. Did I do good?" She beamed at the archangels.

"Impressive, Jasmine Marie. I'm proud of you. Learning so quickly. Quicker than expected, but that's good. What about your fighting skills? How are they?" Michael cocked his head to the side.

"Well, I can take out Dean, if that answers your question," She smiled proudly.

"That's good. But demons and other impurities are stronger than your brothers. Gabriel, stand aside. Jasmine Marie, hit me."

Jasmine stood there. Gaping. She didn't think she heard him right.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Hit me."

"That's what I thought you said," She looked over to Gabriel, who was concerned. But he complied, and moved to the side. She hesitantly walked over to stand in front of Michael.

"You're not like, made of stone are you?"

"Well, no. But it can feel like it if you hit me. I'll go easy on you."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded his approval, and she balled her hands into fists.

"Ready?"

"Yes, Jasmine-"

She didn't let him finished that sentence. Her fist met with his lower jaw, making him stumble a little. He swung back, and she dodged it, attempting to kick out his feet from underneath him. He grabbed her foot, and flipped her around. His arm was around her throat, and his other arm around her waist, pinning her to him.

"Got you. You need improvement. That was too easy," Michael tightened his grip to prove his point.

"Who said we were done?" Jasmine pulled on both of his arms, and grunted. She dragged him over her, and onto the ground. He landed with a thud, and pulled her with him. He was now straddling her, with a hand holding her wrists above her head.

"Whoa, hey Mikey. I thought you were fighting her, not trying to get physical with her," Gabriel got defensive. Michael just looked at him confused.

"Relax, Gabe. He hasn't won yet," Jasmine wiggled under him, trying to position herself. When she got it, she pushed Michael up, and over her head, flipping them both. She now straddled him, pinning him to the floor. In the process, she pulled out her knife, and held it to his throat.

"I won," Jasmine smirked. She felt arms grab her, and pull her off of Michael. Gabriel got even more defensive when he saw her straddling his brother.

"Okay, we get it," Gabriel snapped at her. She smirked at him.

"You're jealous."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Not."

"Yup," She turned around to face Michael. He was watching them with curiosity. Then he lunged at Jasmine. She ducked and elbowed him in the back, while hitting him in the stomach with her knee. He fell to the ground. Michael looked up, and smiled at her. He stood up, and glared at Gabriel, who was laughing at him.

"You got beat up by a girl!" Tears were forming in his eyes, from laughter. Jasmine glared at him as well.

"You're next if you don't shut your mouth, Gabe," She said sternly. His eyes went wide, and he quickly shut his mouth. Michael moved to stand beside Gabriel, and looked at Jasmine.

"Very impressive. I can't remember the last time a human was able to do that. Your fighting skills are very impressive. Who trained you?"

"Uh, my brothers, and Dad. Sometimes Bobby too," She sat back down on the bed. Gabriel stepped closer to her, still feeling protective of her. She noticed this and laughed.

"Awh, Gabe. Don't worry, I can take care of myself. Unless of course, you're jealous," She winked at him. He looked at her sternly.

"Of course I'm jealous. You were basically grinding against his goods. And you're my charge. It's my job to be protective."

'Calm down, Gabe. I was not grinding on him.'

Michael looked between them, and felt the tension. He looked at Gabriel.

"Brother, I did not mean to trespass on your charge. Everyone believes she is in my charge, and will be expecting updates. I must be leaving now. And Gabriel, I'm happy for you. It's odd when these pairings are made. You did right. Goodbye Jasmine Marie. Goodbye, Loki," Michael smirked and disappeared.

Jasmine looked at Gabriel, he looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck. When he finally looked up at her, worry crossed his face. She looked at him with care.

"What did you do Gabriel?" She tried her best not to sound too worried. He sighed, and shook his head.

"Nothing bad," He moved away from her and sat down in a chair. She sighed. She knew that this was the only answer she would get from him.

Jasmine walked over to him, and he looked up at her. She took his hand and pulled him to stand up. He followed her, as she dragged him over to the bed. He felt his heart skip a beat, and smirked.

"Hot, wild, sweaty sex?" He watched as she crawled across the bed and laid down. She laughed.

"No, come here," She held out her hand, and he took it hesitantly. She pulled him beside her. She pushed on his shoulders to lay him down, and laid down next to him. He watched her nervously, and she laid her head on his chest and pulled his arms around her waist.

"No sex, just cuddling," She murmured into his chest. He let out a relieved sigh, and wrapped his arms around her tighter, pulling her closer. She listened to his heart beat. It was a steady beat. It calmed her in a way. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back, and pulled her up so her head was beside his. She turned her back to him, while he wrapped his arms back around her. He rested his head on her neck and shoulder.

"Vos pertinetis ad me," He murmured under his breath. She felt butterflies in her stomach.

"You know, I can speak Latin," She whispered. He tensed up behind her. Then eventually he relaxed and sighed.

"I should've guessed. You're a hunter."

"What do you mean by 'You belong to me'?" Jasmine rolled over to face him, his arms still wrapped around her. He blushed a little, and looked away from her.

"It means, that uh, that you're mine. I don't want you lose you. I've been expericencing new emotions, and they scare the holy hell out of me. You, like, all of you, makes me so much more happier than you could imagine. I don't want to lose you," He was embarrassed. She couldn't help but giggle a little.

"Is that why you got all jealous earlier? Awh, Gabe," She pulled him closer, and nuzzled into his chest. He was beyond surprised at her reaction. He smiled, and rubbed her back. Their cuddling was interuppted by the phone ringing. Jasmine rolled her eyes, and got up.

"Hello?"

"Jazzy. It's Dean. We're coming to pick you up. Be there in five," Dean hung up the phone. Jasmine frowned. She didn't want to leave Gabriel. She looked over to him, and he smirked at her while patting the empty space on the bed beside him.

"We can have a five minute quickie," He wiggled his eyebrows. She burst out laughing.

"No, we can't. I have to get dressed. If I go into the bathroom to change, are you going to be here when I come back out?" She frowned at him.

"The depends, do you want a kiss for the road?" He winked at her. She rolled her eyes and laughed again.

"You never give up do you?" She smiled.

"Nope."

"Fine. I'll be right back," Jasmine ran into the bathroom. She quickly undressed, and then pulled on black skinny jeans, a faded pink tanktop, and a grey carnigan. After looking over at herself in the mirror, she walked back out into the main room. She smiled when she saw Gabriel was still there.

Gabriel walked over to her, and checked her out.

"Wow, if I knew this was under all those sweatpants, I would've worked harder at getting you in bed," He put his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer for a hug. She smiled and hugged him back. They let go of each other when they heard the unmistakable sound of the Impala. She sighed and looked at Gabriel. He smiled and bent down to put his forehead on hers.

"A kiss for the road?"

She nodded her head, and he didn't miss a beat. He finally had the chance to feel her lips on his, and he wasn't gonna blow it. He pressed his mouth against hers for a quick peck. He pulled back, and she cupped his face with her hands, and pulled his head back down. She pressed her lips against his, and slid her tongue across his lips. He opened his mouth, and allowed her tongue access. He pulled his arms tighter, pulling her body against his. She pulled back from the kiss, and ran out the door.

Gabriel watched as she left him standing in the motel room. He couldn't help but smile.

There was a fight inside hisself. Part of him said to allow these newfound emotions to take control, and the other part said to follow orders, and ignore the emotions. He felt like he couldn't give up anything human. He's been a part of humanity too long to give it up. He didn't want to give up Jasmine.

He sighed, and left the motel.

Sam, Dean, and Jasmine sat outside their childhood home. They had put hex bags in the walls to expel the poltergiest.

"All right, so tell me again. What are we still doing here?" Dean looked over Sam, obviously annoyed.

"I don't know. I still have a bad feeling."

"Why?"

Jasmine stopped listening, and turned her thoughts to Gabriel. Butterflies were in her stomach when she thought about them kissing. Being honest to herself, she didn't know what came over her. A small peck was good enough for her. She felt like she lost control of her body when she pulled him back. A smile crossed her face, glad that had happened.

She looked up at the house. She realized that this looked exactly like her vision. Then Jasmine saw her. The blonde women was banging on her upstairs window, screaming for help.

"Shit! Dean! Sam!" Jasmine yelled while getting out of the car. She ran to the house, with Sam and Dean on her heels.

"You guys grab the kids!" Dean yelled to Sam and Jasmine.

Jasmine slowed, and watched as they broke the door open. She ran after them, but when she got to the stairs, something dragged her into the kitchen. She saw her brothers run by with the family. They didn't see her, but the little girl did.

When Sam and Dean got everyone outside, they did a head count.

"Where's Jazzy?!" Dean looked around wildly.

"She's inside! Something's got her," the little girl began crying. Sam and Dean looked at each other and bolted for the house. When they got to the porch, the front door slammed shut. They could hear Jasmine yelling and glass shattering.

Jasmine was flung into a cabinet. She felt the glass tear through her clothes and rupture through her skin. She stood up and spit blood onto the floor.

"That all you got?" Jasmine smirked up at the ceiling. She was pinned up against the wall, fear rushed through her.

"Blues, I'm coming." Gabriel sounded beyond worried. He knew that it tooks a lot to frighten Jasmine like that.

She was about to protest, but he appeared in front of her. He turned to face her, and saw the cuts and blood on her. Anger flashed across his face. The lights started to burst, and Jasmine realized that Gabriel was doing that.

"Gabe, get out of here. My brothers are breaking the door down."

"Jasmine Marie, you are my charge," He turned around, and a figure appeared in front of them. It was invisible, but it was on fire. Gabriel backed up closer to Jasmine, and drew his angel blade. His eyes opened wide, and he smiled. He turned around to face her, and put away his weapon.

"It's gonna be okay, Blues. See you later," He bent down and kissed her cheek, winked and disappeared.

'Oh, now you let me fend for myself. You feathery bastard! It's on fire! Fire burns people, Gabe!'

"Blues. You're fine. Look closer at her."

Jasmine looked at the flaming figure, and gasped. She shook her head. The sound of a door breaking rang through into the kitchen. Tears were running down her face.

"Jazzy!" Dean ran into the kitchen, Sam behind him. The flaming figure walked towards them. Her brothers raised their guns to it.

"No! Wait! I know who it is!" Jasmine yelled at them.

It was their mother. She walked towards them, and turned into a corporeal form that was no longer on fire. They all stared at her as she stood in front of Dean.

"Dean," She put a hand to Dean's face.

"Jasmine," She smiled warmly to Jasmine. Then Mary looked to Sam and frowned.

"I'm sorry Sam."

"F-for what?" Sam scoffed.

Mary walked away and looked at the ceiling.

"You get out of my house. And let go of my daughter," She disappered in flames.