AN: Well, my house is covered in virtual eggs and toilet paper.

But I have a perfectly good reason. It's a story in itself.

I was driving along, happily, with a good song on the radio. At a stop sign in the middle of nowhere (because I live in the middle of nowhere), I was waiting my turn. A motorcycle was going because it was his turn, but this bastard car didn't even fucking stop (excuse my language) and it hit the motorcycle. And just kept driving. Seriously. I pulled over, called 911, and checked to make sure the guy was still alive. He was bleeding, pretty badly. Like, I know you're not supposed to move anyone injured in case there's a spinal injury or whatnot, but I had to move him to find the bleeding. Thank god it was just his leg. I was putting pressure on his leg, and at the same time checking his pulse and breathing. He was alive, just out.

But anyways, after the paramedics took him to the hospital and made sure I wasn't hurt (because I was covered in his blood. Gross.), well, actually I followed them to the hospital, not speeding like they were. The nurses/doctor wouldn't tell me anything because I wasn't family. All they could tell me was that he wasn't going to die, and that I probably saved his life. Talk about a rush. Seriously, there's no better feeling than knowing you saved a life.

But no amount of scalding hot water could get rid of the feeling of someone else's blood on me.

With that said, ENJOY THIS CHAPTER.

Sorry it's late, love you guys.

It's been a couple weeks since Dean hit Jasmine with a crowbar. Dean hasn't left her bedside since the nurses started allowing visitors. He just couldn't believe what had happened. How he lost control, when he can usually keep it all together. Well, that's a lie. Dean does get angry easily.

"Dean."

"No, Sam."

Sam sighed, sitting on the other side of his sister's bed. She had been in and out of consciousness, but mostly out. When Jasmine did wake up, she didn't remember anything. The doctors said it was either the heavy dosage of painkillers, or she had amnesia. Neither brother liked the latter.

"Dean, she'll still be here when we get back."

"Dammit, Sammy. No. I'm not leaving her."

Sam had been trying to convince Dean to go on a hunt. They both needed the fresh air, and a break from sitting in a depressing hospital room. It wasn't doing them any good to just sit there and hope.

"We can get Bobby to sit here with her. She won't be alone Dean."

Fed up, Dean stood up and sighed. "Fine. Let's go. But we're coming back as soon as she wakes up. Job finished or not."

"Yeah, yeah fine." Sam ran a hand along Jasmine's hair, and leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. "Be back soon, Jaz." He left the room to tell the doctors that they would be back within a week.

Dean just stared at his sister. He still couldn't believe he put her here.

"Please wake up soon, Jazzy."

Four days into their hunt, the Winchester brothers received a call from Bobby. He didn't call bearing good news.

"Bobby?" Sam answered his phone, putting it on speaker so Dean could hear too.

"Sam. I trust you have me on speaker phone?"

"Yes he does." Dean sat down beside his brother.

"Good. Jasmine woke up three days ago-"

"And you didn't tell us?!" Dean stood up, rushing to pack his bag. He had to see Jasmine. He had to see that she was okay, and that what he did didn't leave any lasting damage.

"I'm telling you know, so shut up and sit down."

"Okay, Bobby, why didn't you call us then?" Sam asked calmly, but inside he was pissed. No one simply messed with the Winchesters. Especially the younger sister.

"Because she's gone. Jaz skipped out yesterday. Climbed out her window, took her car and drove off."

Sam and Dean froze. Neither had a clue what to do at that moment. Their sister left them. Dean was blaming himself, and Sam was also blaming Dean just a little, but wouldn't admit it. Sam was blaming himself, if he hadn't went outside to talk to his brother about his coping methods, this wouldn't have happened.

"Boys?" Bobby asked through the phone.

"We're here."

"You gotta find her. With a head injury like that, she shouldn't be on her own." Bobby hung up, leaving the boys to stew in their own self-loathing.

JASMINE'S POV

I had no clue where I was going. All I knew was that I had to keep driving, and somewhere preferably before my brothers start looking for me. Looking at the roadsigns, I found out I was in Ohio. Not bad, I was probably speeding for a majority of the drive.

It was evening, as the sun's ray were making the sky red and orange. On the opposite horizon, the sky was full of dark blues, and purples. It made me wish Gabriel was here. Speaking of which...

Shouldn't he have checked on me by now? Surely he felt something through the charge/guardian bond when I was injured. Thinking about that made my head hurt worse than before.

I probably look like a maniac, driving with head bandages on. Earlier, I tried to take them off, but I saw the gash and stitches on my forehead. It looked better with bandages on.

Pulling over at the next motel I saw, I dug around for my ringing phone.

"Hello?"

"Jaz..." There was a slight pause. I guess Sam wanted me to say something back? I don't know, I can't even try to think straight. It's a miracle I made it this far in a car.

"Sam?"

"Jazzy, why'd you leave?" Dean. Shit.

"I'm guessing speakerphone. Why'd I show you how to do that?" I got out of my car, and walked into the reception area.

"Jaz, where are you? We can come get you..." Sam was trying to reason with me. Dean had a point. Why did I leave?

"Uh, I'm in Ohio. I don't know where..."

"Dayton." The too-happy receptionist offered me the town name. Lovely.

"Thanks. Oh, um, one king please." I smiled at her, wondering what she was thinking about my bandages. Whoops.

"Dayton? Jazzy, we're coming to get you. Stay there." Dean sounded a little agitated. Wow, he's hiding his anger good.

"No, don't. I'm fine. I just..." Why did I leave? "I just, shit. I need a break from you two. You're worse than two pmsing teenage girls. You're always blaming yourselves for everything. And Sam. If we don't cope the way you want us to about Dad, you flip ape shit at us and go brood." A small snicker, no doubt Dean's, sounded through the phone. "And you, Dean, you take everything personally. You don't always have to be this emotionless stone that holds up me and Sam. I'm pretty sure you have emotional baggage too. We all have to hold up each other, but while you guys bitch it out in whatever way you do, I don't want to be around."

Silence. Well, that was unexpected. I just hope what I said made sense, you know, head injury and all.

"Miss, your room key. Room 119." The receptionist politely stated, and handed me the room key. Oh, I need to pay her. I reached into my bag, and pulled out my wallet, and just tossed a few twenties at the counter.

"Keep the change." I walked out and got back into the car. Neither brother has said anything. They're probably glaring at each other.

"Hello?"

"We're coming to get you." With that, they hung up the phone. Well, fuck. Wait. Phone. Phone. GPS. They can track my phone.

Sighing, I drove my car around until I could park in front of room 119. Walking into the room, I glanced at the bed. Suddenly, I felt very, very tired. Sleep would do me some good. But I had work to do. I had to call my favourite techy.

Dialling his number, I waited for a few rings before he answered. Knowing him, he wouldn't say anything first. If you wanted to find someone paranoid, you wouldn't find this guy because he'd be hiding himself from the government and aliens.

"Frankie Sinatra. I saved your life in Cali. I pushed you out of the way of a werewolf, and you took me in for a week to let my injuries heal. I'll never know why you were outside in the woods in the first place."

"Jaz, nice to hear from you again. What can I do for ya?"

Frank Devereaux. Most paranoid man on the Earth. Good with computers. Great at hacking. Best guy to go to if you want to disappear.

"I need my bank accounts cleared from the systems, after I withdraw all the money. Actually, could you just move the money into a different account? I need my alias' destroyed, replaced with new ones. Oh, new liscense plates. I'm gonna have to scrap this car, maybe trade it for a new one. How long will that take?"

"Hmm... at most, seven hours."

Another thing, he's quick. That just makes him so much better.

"Okay, I'll be there within the week with your money. Don't move the money into new accounts until you see that I took it out, okay?"

"Sure thing, Sweetie."

"Awesome, see ya soon." I closed my phone, but thought it over again. Dropping my phone to the ground, I reached for my bag. After digging out a knife, I brought the handle of it down multiple times, successfully breaking the phone into pieces. Now my brothers can't track me using GPS. I guess it's a good thing I learned from the best, my Dad. If I wanted to disappear, I could.

The only question was, where am I going to go after Dayton?

"Montana. I hear it's nice there."

I spun around, twirling my knife in my hand so the pointy end was aimed at the unexpected visitor. If I wasn't so caught up in my thoughts, I would've known who it was.

"For the love of all that's holy, don't sneak up on me Gabe." My arm fell to my side, and I smiled at him.

The smile quickly fell too, as the lights started flickering, and it sounded like the wind picked up too. Looking back to Gabriel, I took notice that his features had darkened. That glint of happiness that always seemed to be in his eyes, was replaced with rage. It honestly scared me.

"Who did that?" Oh. The bandages. Well, shit. His voice was low and husky. It would've been a turn on, except it was harsh and angry.

"Gabriel, you're scaring me."

"Answer me!" He yell and quickly closed the space between us. His hand wrapped themselves around my arms. I tried shrugging out of his hold, but my efforts just made his grasp tighter.

"You're hurting me..." I whispered, trying not to cry from fear. This wasn't the Gabriel I knew. The one I knew wouldn't hurt me. He was the happy-go-lucky kind of guy, uh, angel.

My words must've made him realize what he was doing. That hint of rage in his eyes turned into guilt. He quickly released me and staggered backwards.

"Jasmine, I... I'm sorry."

I didn't say anything. My hands rubbed my arms, where there were now bruises forming. Looking down to the floor, I sighed.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. Don't you get it? I just hurt the one person that I care about more than anything! I promised Michael, and myself that I would protect you. I can't even protect you from myself!" He nearly shouted back to me. I felt giddy when he said he cared about me, but that feeling was drowned by the tears that were free falling.

"Stop. Just stop it. You didn't hurt me. I would've ended up with bruises anyways. They're unavoidable in my profession. Stop beating yourself up. You just got carried away. It happens, okay?" I looked up to him. Gabriel was standing there, glaring at the floor. One hand on his hip, the other covering his mouth and chin. He was muttering something, probably something to justify that he did in fact hurt me. Truth was, it did hurt, just not physically. Only emotionally.

"Dean."

"What?" He looked up to me, a look of confusion on his face. The hand covering his face now hovered a few inches from the lower half of his face. Taking a deep breath in, I repeated myself, hoping he would listen to the story before giving my brother the chance to be in seven different states at once.

"Dean. He was letting his anger out via crowbar to cars. I walked outside, and must've startled him. Hunter instincts made this beauty." I pointed to my forehead, and offered a small smile. "Completely by accident. So don't go around smiting my brother."

He sighed and cautiously walked back over to me. His rough but somehow really soft hands cupped my face. I placed my hands over his and squeezed slightly.

"Are you okay?" His eyes searching mine, no doubt seeing if I was lying.

"Yes, I'm fine now. I swear."

A few seconds passed, and he nodded, seeming okay with my answer. Placing a small kiss on my forehead, then on the tip of my nose, and another small kiss on my lips. His thumbs rubbed my cheeks, and that happy glint was back in his eyes.

"So, movie night?"

After waking up, and also convincing Gabriel that I didn't need a four course breakfast, and that a doughnut and apple juice was fine, I packed everything up. He was still eating when I walked back into the motel from placing my bags in my car.

"You know, I thought angels didn't have to eat. Since you guys don't have to sleep." I stood behind his chair, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"We don't. I guess it's habit. From trying to blend in. Most people take notice if someone isn't eating or sleeping, and still looks healthy. Seriously. A few people tried to have me committed before I took the hint." He shrugged and popped a sprinkle-covered chocolate doughnut in his mouth. I inwardly grimaced, not able to understand how he can eat so much sugar. Even his coffee has lots of sugar. He doesn't even use a spoon to add sugar. Just simple fill a mug halfway with sugar and the rest with coffee, then serve.

"Uh huh, okay. Well, we'd better get going. The boys know I'm in Dayton. You mentioned Montana?" At that, he jumped up and smiled like a kid in a candy store.

"Yep. Montana. I have a house set up there. It has a pool, four car garage, not that that matters, and it also has a huge kitchen. Oh, there's an abandoned warehouse nearby it too. We can use that to train your abilities." His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me flush against him. I blushed a little and re-wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"Well, then let's go."

Now, when Gabriel says house, I should know better. What he really means is mansion. Hell, even small castle would work. In a way, it reminded me of the mansion they used in the Dark Knight movies. God, I just love Bale. He makes a good Batman.

Just looking at the mansion, I was a little surprised that he didn't have a butler or any other people working there. It was just him living here. Well, I guess I lived there now too.

"You should really update your words. This isn't a house. It can be it's own country." I smiled and laughed, stepping out of my car, that he poofed in front of his 'house'.

"Fine, I'll call it... Gabrielsville." He stood beside, joining me in staring at the building.

"That's really creative. I'd hate to see what you call pets if you have any."

"Ouch, that hurts. I'll let you know, I'm creative with pet names. I had a dog once." He tensed up, seeming to want to take those words back.

"Oh yeah? What did you name it?" I turned to face him, smirking a little as his cheeks turned pink. His gaze shifted to the ground, and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Harold."

TWO DAYS LATER

Standing in a cold and wet warehouse, I was reaching out, feeling for the demon that Gabriel hid here. It had been raining ever since we arrived. Everything was cold, and I probably looked like a drowned rat.

"Stay on topic. Besides, you look beautiful as always."

'Now you're just begging for it.'

"No, not this time. You actually look beautiful. Uh, Mikey's giving me that look teachers give students before taking away phones. Most awesome archangel, over and out."

A small giggle rang out, and I could feel a small blush. Well, now I know I act like a hormonal teenage girl when complimented. Great.

Stay on task. Focus. I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath and focused on different energies. There were two, next room over. Big, powerful. Gabriel and Michael. Gotta focus on smaller energies. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Something moved to my left. I snapped my head up, but didn't see anything. I felt it. The demon is to the left.

I started running in that direction, trying to stay quiet, which was easy because the rain sounded like thunder against the metal roof. Following the smaller energy, I could feel it getting bigger as I was getting closer.

Running into a smaller room, I saw a man standing in the middle of a huge Devil's Trap. I found the demon. This brought a smile to my face. This is the twentieth demon I've found in this warehouse.

"Your gifts are improving greatly. I'm impressed."

I turned around and saw Michael with Gabriel. The smile grew wider and I thanked Michael. He walked over to the demon, and killed it with his hands. If only I could do that, but without killing the human too.

"Again tomorrow." With that, Michael disappeared. I'm sick of training. We've been at it for two days straight. Except time to sleep and eat. Oh, and bathroom breaks.

"Hey, come here." Gabriel held his arms out and smiled at me. I walked over to him, and resting my head on his shoulder. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. "So, I was thinking, dinner in Brazil. Then we can go watch the sunset in Hawaii, and come home and watch movies 'till you fall asleep. How's that sound?"

I smiled and nodded, but slightly confused. "But, what about timezones, won't the sun already be gone?"

"You really think timezones can stop me?" He smirked at me, and tucked some hair behind my ear.

"Well, when you say that, I guess not."

When I woke up, I found myself in the bed Gabriel and I shared. A smile worked itself on my face. He really treats me too well. What I ever did to deserve a guardian angel, I'll never know.

Looking over, I saw a small note on the nightstand. Shifting my gaze to the other side of the bed, I frowned. Gabriel wasn't here. Reaching over, I grabbed the note.

Good morning, Blues. Come downstairs. The kitchen. Hurry, I miss you.

Jumping out of bed, I adjusted my t shirt and pj shorts. I ran downstairs, still trying not to get lost in this 'house'. Finding the stairs, or um, a set of stairs, I ran down them, and that's when it hit me. The smell of eggs. Also bacon, and quite possible pancakes. It made my stomach rumble. My pace quickened and I found my way to the kitchen. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. I'm pretty sure my jaw actually dropped.

Gabriel made breakfast. By made, I mean the normal way. No poofing it. He used pots and pans. And bowls, and lots of spoons. They were all scattered along the counters. There were eggshells everywhere. And flour. It looks like a bomb went off, with Gabriel in the middle. His hair looked a few hundred shades lighter, since it was covered in flour. He had what looked like pancake mix smeared on his cheek, and flour on his forehead. All I can say about his clothes, is that they're probably trash now. It looked like he had egg rubbed in on his jeans, and his shirt was stained and wet. It was taking everything I had not to laugh. I even had to covered my mouth with my hand.

"I wanted to try it." He smiled sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. Flour from his hair raining down onto his shoulders.

"Well, it smells good. Next time, wake me up and I'll help." I offered a smile, and sat at the island that doubled as a table. Gabriel made me a plate and set it in front of me. Watching me intently, he stood there. Probably waiting for me to taste it. I took a fork, and ate a piece of the pancakes.

"Oh my gosh, this is delicious." I muffled through the next pancake I shoved in my mouth. He beamed at me, and I smiled back.

"Glad you like it. Listen, we have to move. Some hunters are onto me here. How do you feel about college?"

AN: I feel like I should talk about what happen in chapter 7 and a half. There was no sex. None. Just... other stuff. So, Jasmine and Gabe haven't actually had sex yet. YET. It'll happen eventually. Not sure when. I'm basically rewriting everything so we'll never know. Like, originally, there would've been sex in this chapter. But I thought, nah too early.

I have the next two days (including today) off, so new chapter soooooonn. But no promises. Now, off to clean the virtual eggs of my house.