AN: Okay, there are some parts in this one I'm not too happy about, but can't change, so I have to live with it.

The part where it's Jaz and Gabe in the vehicle, that's just me setting up for the very far away chapter of 'Hammer of the Gods'. So it's not pointless although it may seem pointless until that very far away chapter. It's not filler, it just helps me later on.

As to the only reviewer: I KNOW RIGHT? I LOVE THEM TOGETHER AND I JUST WANT TO SMUSH THEM TOGETHER AND SAY "MAKE CUTE BABIES AND BE HAPPY AND LIVE A NORMAL LIFE EVEN THOUGH HE'S AN ARCHANGEL AND YOUR BABIES WILL PROBABLY HAVE SOME SORT OF POWER" and I just completely freak out and shut down. I just can't have enough of Gabriel. Seriously, he's an addiction.

Thank you for the review! :)

Enjoooyy ~!

Dean, Sam and their dad, John, were sitting in a motel talking about the demon that killed Mary. Sam and Dean started arguing.

"So, Mom's death, Jessica's, it's all because of me?"

"Well, no. Let's say-" Dean started.

"Oh yeah? Cause I'm pretty damn sure, Dean."
"For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault."

"Yeah, you're right. It's not my fault, but it's my problem!" Sam was getting frustrated.

"No, it's not your problem. It's out problem!"

"Okay, that's enough." John stood between his sons.

Dean walked away and sat at the table. He picked up his phone when it started ringing. It was Jasmine. He hit ignore. This was her tenth time calling. So she must've found them, or was extremely annoyed and might be going on a rampage soon. He assumed the less violent one.

"Dad, Jazzy found us."

"How long did it take her?" John sat beside Dean at the table.

"Uh, around half an hour. Wow, she's getting good," Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"That's my girl. All right. Let's move."

"Dammit Dean! Answer your God dammed phone!" Jasmine yelled into the voicemail, then she threw it into the passenger seat. Gabriel yelled out, and she jumped.

"Sorry, Gabe. I forgot you were there."

"Oh, forgettable am I now? I think I'm pretty memorable, especially in bed," He winked at her.

"Well, I wouldn't know, now would I?"

"Touché," Gabriel held out his hand, and she looked at it for a second. Thinking that there wasn't anything wrong with this, she took his hand and smiled at him, then turned her attention back to the road.

Gabriel looked out the window. He smiled at he thought of having Jasmine as his. She belonged to him, and no one else. Then he got worried. What if someone tried to use her to get to him? Not all the Pagan gods exactly liked him. He felt anger boil in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want anyone to hurt his Blues. The sky outside went from being sunny to cloudy. The radio started to play static. Jasmine looked over at him.

"Are you doing this?"

Gabriel looked at her. She saw fire in his eyes, and squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Whoa, hey, Gabe. It's okay. Whatever's going on, it's okay."

"It's not okay. What if they get you?" He whispered darkly.
"Who? What if who gets me?" Jasmine pulled her car over. Gabriel looked away from her. She put her free hand on his face, and pulled his head to face her.

"Gabe, no one's gonna get me. If I can take Michael, I can take anything. Gabriel, please talk to me."

He sighed, and the clouds disappeared as quickly as they showed up. The radio played music again.

"The Pagan gods. Since I'm in witness protection, they know me as Loki. We don't exactly play well together. If they find out about you, they'll use you to get to me, Blues," His eyes looked like they were about to water. Jasmine saw this, and her heart broke. Did she really mean that much to him? Then she had an idea.

"Witness protection? What if I go into witness protection too? Pose as some powerful goddess. Then they won't even think about messing with me. Sound good?"

Gabriel's face lit up.

"That's brilliant! When the time comes, you can tap into my grace. It'll look menacing! Ha!" Gabriel cupped her face, and pulled it to his. He pressed his lips against hers. She giggled and pulled back. Gabriel laughed too.

"You have the cutest giggle. Care to laugh more often, Blues?" He sat back in his seat, and looked in the back seat. Jasmine watched him as he climbed into the back. She laughed again, and started driving.

"So, who's gonna be my significant other?"

Gabriel laid done across the back seat, putting his shoeless feet on the window. He snapped his fingers, and a bag of marshmallows popped into existence. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. I thought I was your significant other, Blues."

"You know what I mean," Jasmine rolled her eyes. Then she felt butterflies in her stomach.

"Wait, what did you say?" She glanced in the rearview mirror, to see him stuff his mouth full of marshmallows.

"I thaid I dot mow," He muffled through the marshmallows. Jasmine giggled.

"No, you called me your significant other. Does that make me your girlfriend?"

Gabriel thought it over. He liked the idea of them being official. He sat up and looked at her. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I guess it does," He smiled warmly at her, and she looked in the mirror long enough to smile back.

"I like the sound of that. I suppose I can't introduce you as my boyfriend the archangel? Or my boyfriend the Norse god? They make me sound important," She beamed and giggled. He crawled back into the front seat.

"You're already important. To me," He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"Oh, what a gentleman. And I thought chivalry was dead."

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, mademoiselle," He replied in a cheesy french accent. They rode in silence for about 30 minutes, completely comfortable with each others company. Jasmine turned the radio down.

"So, who am I playing as?"

"I was thinking Freyja."

"Who's that?" Jasmine scrunched up her face.

"Norse goddess of beauty, war and passion. I think it suits you."
"Okay, how does this work? What if they find the real her?"

"Got you covered. Freyja hasn't been seen in close to a thousand years. If she pops up, I'll just lock her up somewhere. Or, we can kill her and you can take her power," He said nonchalantly. Jasmine gasped at the thought of him killing a goddess.

"Can you even kill her? I mean, she's a goddess for a reason right?"

"Yeah, I'm an archangel, with the extra power of a trickster. I'm more powerful than she is."

"Can we just, lock her power up in a bottle, and then I can use it when I need to?"

Gabriel thought about this for a while. Then he smiled at her, while taking her hand.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Jasmine smiled back at him, then turned the radio back up. They sat in silence for a while, perfectly comfortable in each others presence. Then she got giddy. She was thinking about how she was now dating THE Gabriel. A wide smile crossed her face. A small, quiet giggle escaped her. Gabriel looked at her, confused.

"What's so funny?"

"Well, I barely laughed, so it can't be that funny."

"Blues, I'm curious! I will break into your thoughts," He turned in his sit to face her better.

"No! Fine, I'll tell you. I just can't believe that I'm dating THE Gabriel."

"Are you using me?" He teased her. He knew fully well what she thought of him. She liked him, a lot.

"Gabe, I'm not using you. I just can't believe it. Like, out of all the other people out there, why me?"

He thought about that for a minute. Why her? He didn't know why he followed Michael to her in the first place. But when he saw her, he knew. Gabriel was thinking of a way to word his answer carefully.

"Well, it's not hard to explain, but it is at the same time. It might be a little freaky. But you're made for me."

Jasmine pulled over quickly. Her jaw dropped, and she let go of his hand.

"Made for you? So what? Someone just poofed me up for you? Like a toy?"

"No Blues, calm down. When I followed Mikey to you, I had no clue what I was doing. I spent decades hiding from them, only to foolishly follow him. Then I saw you. There was a glow about you, an angelic one. Similar to mine. White with gold lining. Every angel's grace are a unique colour to themselves. No two colour mixtures are alike, unless they meant to be together. At that moment I knew you were supposed to belong to me. It wasn't love at first sight, it was just a sense of completion. You wouldn't be able to notice it, because your senses aren't strong enough."

Jasmine sat there, dumbfounded.

"So, like soul mates?"

"Pretty much. Except I don't have a soul. I have grace. Which is sorta the same thing I guess."

Jasmine thought about this, and thought about Gabriel. It all made sense. How she wanted to push him away, but pulled him in. Inside, she felt a sense of possession for him. A strong force that was pulling them closer, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Basically in every was possible. Gabriel interrupted her train of thought.

"Is that Dean and Sam?"

Jasmine looked up, and sure enough she saw the Impala driving by them, following a truck. It was John's truck.

"Holy shit. Dad," Jasmine pulled onto the road and stayed far behind the Impala.

Dean kept looking in his mirrors, trying to get a better view of the car that was tailing them. He swore they looked familiar. He swore that it could have been Jasmine, but he tossed that thought aside when he noticed that it wasn't her car. Sam looked over at him, and laughed.

"Can't get enough of yourself?"

"Nothing wrong with being the handsome one Sammy. I think we're being followed."

Jasmine followed them back to the motel. She got her own room, and decided to have fun with the boys.

"Hey, Gabe. Can you snap my car somewhere else? We're stealing the Impala. To prove a point."

"Sure thing, Sweetcheeks," Gabriel winked at her, and got out of the car. Jasmine followed him, and threw her bags into the back of the Impala. She found a piece of paper, and wrote a note on it.

Tag, you're it. No tag backs, but I wonder what's missing? - Jaz

She gave it to Gabriel, and asked him to poof it into one of their bags. She looked at him, and he had a worried look.

"What's wrong?" She furrowed her brows at him.

"Uh, it's nothing. I gotta go check up on somethings. I'll try and catch up later," Gabriel smiled at her, and bent down to kiss her cheek. Then he disappeared. She got in the Impala and drove off to another motel.

John was sitting at a table, and watched his boys while they slept. Then he heard car doors, and looked out the window. He smiled.

'My girl found us in under a day,' his smile left his face when he saw a man get out of her car with her. Jasmine walked into the reception office, and John watched the man intently. Anger boiled in John's stomach when he saw the man eye raping his daughter. Jasmine came back out with a room key.

'Great, they're sharing a room.'

John was about to wake the boys up, but watched curiously and Jasmine threw her bags into Dean's car. She wrote something and handed it to the mystery man. The paper disappeared from his hands, and John grabbed his gun. He waited, and watched while they were talking. His eyes grew wide in horror as the mystery man kissed Jasmine's face. John bolted for the door, but it wouldn't open. He ran back to the window in time to see the man disappear, and Jasmine drive away in the Impala.

"You know, it's considered creepy when you watch a couple through a window. At night. Or any other time for that matter."

John turned around, and saw the man standing beside the door. He held up his gun and shot him.

"What was that for?!" The man held his arm where John shot him. Dean and Sam jumped up at the sound of a gunshot. Dean pulled out the knife from under his pillow, while Sam stood beside John.

"Who are you?" John asked him, still pointing the gun at him. Dean now stood on the other side of John, holding his knife. The mystery man removed his hand, to reveal that the wound was gone. He dropped the bullet to the floor, and looked at their shocked faces. John shot him again.

"Stop shooting me for a damn minute!"

"Answer the question, and I won't put another bullet in you," John stepped closer to the man. The bullet dropped to the floor, and the wound was healed. The man waved his hand, and the Winchesters were pinned to the wall.

"I'm all for games, but I have a date. I'm Charlie. You two muttonheads aren't supposed to meet me yet, so I'll swipe that from your heads," Charlie walked up to Sam and Dean, and placed two fingers to each forehead. They fell from the wall, and Charlie snapped his fingers, and they poofed onto the beds. John, still pinned to the wall, watched in horror.

"What did you to my sons, you son of a bitch?"

"I knocked them out, stole their memories of what just happened. Nothing big. Now, Johnny, back to my original statement, it's creepy when you watch people through windows at night."

John glared at Charlie.

"She's my daughter, I have every right. What are you? Cause you sure as hell ain't human."

"That's the million dollar question. But, like I said, I have a date. With Jasmine. I'm only here to warn, wait, no, threaten you. Tell anyone you saw me with her, and I'll burn out your boys' eyes. Jasmine's happy with me. Why ruin that?" Charlie snapped his fingers, and disappeared. John fell from the wall, and looked at his boys. He got up, and walked over to Dean.

"Dean," John shook his shoulder. Dean stirred, his eyes opened wide.

"What? Dad? Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, get dressed, we need to leave," John cringed a little. He forgot that Jasmine took off in the Impala. They would have to take his truck. Dean reached inside his bag, and pulled out a piece of paper. John heard the crinkling, and looked back to Dean. His eyes went wide, he thought it was the paper that Jasmine handed to Charlie.

"What's that?" He asked Dean.

"A note, it says 'Tag, you're it. No tag backs, but I wonder whats missing?' It's signed J. Jasmine?" Dean looked up at John, with surprise on his face.

"She must've snuck in," John lied.

"Yeah, she's good at that. Like a ninja. But what's missing? Do we still have the colt?" Dean walked over to Sam's bag, and rummaged through it. He pulled out the colt. Looking around the room, Dean noted that everything was in order. His eyes fell to the window.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no! She didn't!" Dean yelled as he moved to the window. He pulled back the curtain, and slammed his fist on the table.

"That bitch! She took Baby!"

Jasmine felt guilty when she got to the other motel. But she blew it off. She pulled out her phone. 52 missed calls.

'Holy Dean, it's only been half an hour. Miss your baby that much?'

Upon walking into her new motel room, she saw Gabriel. They smiled at each other, and he held his arms out inviting her for a hug.

"Hey Blues, no gun? I'm insulted." He smirked while she walked over to him.

"I can differentiate your energy from everything else. No need for guns now," She gladly accepted his hug. The sound of something vibrating rang to their ears. Jasmine reached for her phone, and Gabriel kept his arm wrapped her waist. She told him that it was Dean again, and that he was probably calling for his car.

"Hello?" Jasmine felt his arms pull her closer. She shot him a warning glance.

"Jasmine! You bitch! Where's my car? Where the hell are you? I swear to all that is holy, if you hurt Baby-"

"Dean. Chill. You CAR is fine."

Gabriel began to rub her lower back, in an effort to comfort her. It sent chills up her spine.

"Jazzy, I'm sorry I didn't tell you where we were. We're hunting something big, and I don't want to lose my only sister."

"Oh, I see. What does Dad think about this?"

Gabriel's hands started playing with Jasmine's hair. She looked at him.

'Mess up my hair, and I will mess you up.'

Gabriel silently laughed and put his hands up in defeat. He walked over to the bed and threw himself onto it.

"Hello? Jazzy?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry Dean. What did you say?"

"I said Dad thought it would take you longer to find us. Is someone there with you? You sound distracted."

"Uh, no. There's no one here, Dean. Your car is my hostage until you tell me invite me to hunt this with you."

"Jazzy, wait-"

Jasmine hung up. She looked over at Gabriel. He was sitting up, watching her.

"I'm sorry, was I distracting?" He winked at her

"Very. You are very distracting," she smiled and looked around. Then it hit her. Dean wasn't gonna tell her what they were hunting until it was dead. She rolled her eyes and hung her head.

"I'm so stupid! He's not going to tell me anything until they're done hunting!"

"I can tell you. I can feel what it is. It's not pretty, and to be honest, I'd rather you not go hunting this thing."

"What is it?" Her head snapped up to look at him.

"If I tell you, you're most definitely gonna go after it Blues. It'd be awesome if my little lady didn't die,"

"Gabriel, I can handle myself. Besides, I have an archangel on my shoulder. Tell me," Jasmine pleaded with him. He sighed, and looked down.

"Fine. It's Azazel."

"Yellow-Eyes? Take me there."

"Yes. No."

"Yes? Wait, what?"

"No."

"No?"

"Yes."

"Gabriel! Stop it!" Jasmine was getting frustrated. She knew he was doing that on purpose. He grinned at her, and shook his head.

"Make me."

"Just take me there, please."

"No. I'm not putting you in danger on purpose," Gabriel stood up and walked over to Jasmine. She leaned against him, while he wrapped his arms around her.

"Please, they're my brothers. I can look after myself. Really. I took on Michael. I can take Azazel."

"I'm not worried about that. I worried about your brothers doing something stupid, and then your judgement will be clouded," He nuzzled his head in the junction between her neck and shoulder. He planted a small kiss on her shoulder. Her skin tingled where he kissed. His hands travelled to her hips, and he planted more kisses on her neck. Jasmine sighed, and put her hands on his chest, and gently pushed him away.

"Gabe, come on. Not now. Please take me to where my brothers are hunting Azazel."

"I can't. They're busy saving a woman and her baby from the same fate as Sammy and your mom. Well, actually, they already saved her. They're on the road now. See? Heros."

"Do you know where they're going?"

"Really, Blues? We finally have a moment to ourselves, and you're trying to run away," He pouted, and sat on the bed.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and laughed. She stood in front of him, and gently pushed his shoulders back, making him lay down. She straddled him, and bent down to kiss him. A small, quiet moan came from the back of Gabriel's throat. His placed his hands on Jasmine's hips, and pulled them closer down to his, while he pushed his hips up. She smirked, and sat up. When Gabriel reached for her, she got off him.

"Just a sneak peek of what's to come if you take me to where they're going," She winked at him. He growled in frustration, and laid back down.

"They're going to Bobby's house. I'll take you to Sioux Falls."

"Thank you." She pulled him to stand up.

"You welcome, Blues." He kissed her forehead.

ANOTHER AN:

The next chapter is a bunch of stuff that happened here, but I took out because some people don't like reading naughty bits. This would've happened during that last paragraph after Gabe mentions that they're finally alone and whatnot.

The rest of the story is going to go on as if the smutty scenes DID happen.