A/N: *whistles* hey everyone! So back for another chappie I suppose :) sorry, this one is slow and were back to the same length that I usually write for a bit XD I need a small break from that. However, I actually almost have the whole story written out. I've been very busy ;) with this one done I can focus on my other stories on here finally! I should be fully completed writing this story by Christmas, at the latest, but you guys probably won't read the whole thing by then :p Thanks for all your continued support! Expect another update shortly!

Celest ^I^

"What the hell was that?!" Amy asked distraught as she walked up to Gabe and shoved him in the chest.

Lance took a step forward to act as a buffer between the two, but was stopped when Missy threw her hand out in an effort to halt him. He looked up at her questioningly and she shook her head slowly. "No, let them work this out," she mumbled to the warlock from the corner of her mouth. "Gabe has to learn to trust her at some point, with everything."

Lance nodded slowly at her meaning and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him with a resolute click. Missy turned back to the arguing pair; she saw Jazz, looking out at the parking lot and sigh.

Gabe frowned at her. "Maybe you should be the one telling me what happened out there?!"

Amy frowned at that. "Tell you what?! I'm not the one that threw us all into this crazy ass time loop and forced us to watch Dean die over and over again!"

Gabe rubbed his hands tiredly across his face as he heaved a large sigh. "You weren't supposed to actually know this was going on."

Amy stared at him with her mouth hanging open in complete frustration. Spluttering she shook her head. "What do you mean by that exactly? Missy remembered everything from the very first Tuesday anyways!" She pointed an accusing finger at Missy as if it proved everything.

Gabe frowned and looked over at the tall blonde. "You remembered everything?" he asked questioningly a small frown marring his features.

Missy slowly nodded; as she watched the two of them stare at her; one in abject frustration, hurt and anger; the other in resentment and perhaps a little remorse? "Yes, I did."

"How?" Gabe asked in a small whisper.

Missy rolled her shoulders then reached inside her shirt. She pulled out a small gold chain with a small heart shaped necklace hanging from the end, small wings seemingly able to cradle the small heart. It glittered as it swung on its short chain fastened around Missy's neck.

It was quiet in the room until Gabe gave another heavy sigh. "I see."

Amy looked at him in confusion as she frowned at the small locket. Missy stared at it with such utter sadness over her features that Amy couldn't help but feel slightly worried. Jazz stared at Missy's back in consternation as her features showed some troublesome thoughts swirling around in her mind.

"I don't get it; what is that?" asked Amy in confusion. "I've never seen you wearing it before."

Missy tucked it back under her shirt; now that Amy was paying attention she could see the slight indentation that the gold heart gave under her shirt.

"It's from a time long past," Missy began tiredly, "many long years ago I had a fiancé. But it wasn't ever meant to be. I lost him in the last large fight between the nephilim and angels and this small token of our upcoming nuptials was the only physical embodiment that I have left of him. It has the crushed powder of the forget-me-not flower with an incantation done under a blue moon. It helps to keep the flower properties from ever slaking in their hold and for all these years it's never faltered. I can still feel, almost as if it were yesterday, his grace beating like a heart, the way his warm hands felt on my skin. How he would hold me after a battle, the talks and laughs that we would have with our friends and colleagues. This locket helps keep everything fresh in my mind."

Amy reached in her pocket and pulled out the crushed petals now of the same tiny blue flower. She looked up and saw Gabe looking curiously at the flower and Missy nodded at it. "That flower is more powerful than anyone fully realizes I think."

Amy turned to Gabe then and glared at him. "I deserve answers, Gabe. And I need you to come clean."

Gabe stared at her then slowly got to his feet. "Fine, let's go somewhere more private."

She nodded and together the two of them disappeared into thin air.

Lance walked into the room at that time and gazed around. Only spotting Missy and Jazz in the space he gave a huff. "Well I hope Gabe tells her everything finally."

"Us too." Jazz said quietly into the silence as Missy reached up and rubbed at the locket burning below her breastbone.

~x~

Sam at his Motel Room

~x~

Sam packed some last minute clothing in a duffel bag quickly. Zipping it shut he slings it to the ground in order to grab a few more things when suddenly a gunshot rents the air. His head snaps up quickly as he shouts, "Dean!" as he sprints out of the motel room and down the stairs.

He sees his brother on the asphalt lying still on his side. Blood is running from the gunshot wound quickly as Sam kneels down next to his brother.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, hey, hey come on Dean! This isn't supposed to happen anymore!" Sam cries out in anguish.

He waits for a few minutes as he watches his brother lye still in his arms; his eyes dead as he stares straight ahead of him. Sam closes his eyes and waits, after a few moments he opens them again and looks around still realizing that he's still crouched on the asphalt with his dead brother still in his arms.

"I'm supposed to wake up," he quietly murmurs as he stills. His hands clench and his teeth grit as his breath quickens. He can feel the molten hot burn of his anger as he hisses out, "Watch your back Loki, because I'm coming for you."

~x~

Meanwhile sometime later in a small café in Paris

~x~

Amy and Gabe sat quietly for a few minutes across from each other. The café was small, yet cozy and not too many people crowded the small area affording them some sort of privacy. They had only ordered drinks, for herself, a Pepsi, for Gabe a coffee. Originally it had shocked her to witness the trickster not order anything sweet, like one of the many pastries or cakes in the café window. But, as the seconds ticked by into minutes she began to fidget in her seat.

"Where do you want me to start?" asked Gabe quietly.

Amy sat speechless for a few seconds as she digested the idea of Gabe giving her this much leeway when it came to this kind of conversation. He was usually so secretive about anything that it took her a moment to realize what he had asked.

He looked up at her and she cleared her throat quickly. "Umm why exactly did you do that to the boys?"

Gabe sighed as he took another sip of his coffee. Sure, that was all he had ordered but he had poured enough sugar in it to make her think that that was the only thing in the cup, and not any kind of liquid. "Dean only has a little while longer to live and then he'll be dead anyways."

Amy frowned at that. "What exactly do you mean?"

"He signed his soul over to Hell, and now, they'll collect on it in a matter of months," Gabe told her quietly.

Amy swallowed the large golf ball that seemed to have lodged in her throat as she looked out the window. Dean, was going to die? It seemed impossible to her. He seemed to be so strong and sure of himself. What would make him-?

"It was for Sam, wasn't it?"

Gabe stayed quiet for a while then slowly nodded his head. "That's their biggest weakness. Each other. They would both do anything for the other if they knew that their brother would survive and damn the consequences for themselves. Dean sold himself to save Sam's life and now he'll pay for it with his own."

Amy frowned at that. "Well, that doesn't seem to smart. Wasn't there another way?"

Gabe snorted at that. "Yeah they aren't exactly logical thinkers when it comes to each other. But I guess I could understand that; I'm not that logical when it comes to you either."

Amy remained silent at that revelation and couldn't help the small blush that crossed the tops of her cheeks. She smiled as she leaned over and stroked Gabe's hand slowly with her own. The trickster looked up with his honey, golden eyes and she smiled gently at him. "I guess, I can understand that then too, Gabe," she said softly.

He smiled at her and raised her hand to kiss it on the top. She smiled gently as she felt the cool trace of his slips on her hand; a feather light touch, almost like the kiss of wings.

"Okay, so I get that, but why did you keep killing Dean?"

Slowly lowering her hand back to the table, he looked out the window at the dark street. He kept his gentle grip on her hand and periodically stroked his thumb across the back of it. "Because I wanted Sam to learn and understand what life would be like without his brother. That he couldn't keep on chasing him and bargaining everything worth any value for him, especially his soul. I wanted him to be prepared."

Amy was quiet for a while as she took in everything the trickster had just said. Biting her bottom lip she asked him tentatively, "Is there any way to free him from this contract?"

Gabe shook his head wearily. "No, eventually it will come up and they will collect."

Amy frowned at this. "You mean there's nothing that can be done? Absolutely nothing?"

"You could find the holder of the contract and get them to tear it up, but it's not likely that she would do that," Gabe told her honestly.

"She?"

"Lilith," Gabe said tiredly, "She's the one holding Dean's contract."

Amy's eyebrows rose at that piece of information. "Wait, isn't Lilith the first demon to be made by Lucifer?"

"He didn't exactly make her," Gabe danced around the question. "He more or less twisted her into what she is today; then she just did the rest."

"Why would she be so gun hoe about keeping Dean's soul though? Surely Hell has enough souls to go around?"

Shaking his head he sighed as he rubbed a hand again tiredly over his face. "No, there's no such thing as never enough, Aim. See a soul is a very powerful object. People think it's just something that animates you, but it's much more than that. It defines you, not like your human DNA, it's a very detailed map about you. It's everything. And it's incredibly powerful. Each one has the power of a nuclear power plant. So could you imagine 6 billion souls on this planet already, and then all the millions that have died before today? What kind of power would that be? They won't let something go like that."

Amy bit her lip as she looked at their joined hands sitting innocently on the table. "There's more to this, isn't there?"

Gabe looked down at their hands too. "Yes."

"What is it?"

He looked up into her pure blue eyes, and gave a tight smile. "The end is coming, Amy. Faster than anyone really wants to believe."

She frowned at this and pulled back slightly. "Are you talking about the apocalypse?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's only a matter of time."

"Wait, does Dean have something to do with this starting?" she asked.

Gabe hesitated in answering that as he looked down at his cold coffee. "He might."

Amy merely nodded and leaned back against the padded seat. "And there's nothing that we can do?"

Gabe shook his head. "This has to play out."

They lapsed into silence after that. Amy didn't notice it then but later on she did, that Gabe never really did answer that last question. He merely danced around it, and didn't give her a straight answer. It was that day that proved to her there was more than Gabe was telling her about himself that met the eye.

~x~

6 Months Later

~x~

Months had passed since the events at the Mystery Spot in Florida and things seemed to have passed for the time being. Amy sat at a small kitchen table in their latest house, drinking some hot chocolate and reading an ancient book. Lately, she had been challenging herself to read harder texts than ever before. Missy had taught her what she knew about some of the ancient languages and from that she was becoming fluent in some extinct languages.

"What's the point?" asked Jazz one day as she sat across from her. "It's not like people go around speaking five thousand year old Mayan anymore."

Amy merely shrugged at her friend. "I find it fascinating. And you never know when we may need the extra help."

Jazz merely stared at her but otherwise didn't answer. She had been getting a weird feeling from Jazz for the past little while, as if the little elf were hiding something. However, each time she tried to bring it up Jazz would merely change the subject or leave the room. After so many times of this continual refusal to answer her she had given up. Allowing herself to concede the fact that if Jazz wanted to talk about something she would come to her.

Gabe at that point waltzed into the kitchen. He walked by her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm just heading out for a little bit; I should be back within the hour."

She watched him as he made a beeline to leave the kitchen. Over the last few months they had become more and more close. Their physical relationship had progressed farther but not to the point of deep physical intimacy.

She had grown frustrated with it to the point where it infused all of her waking moments. She couldn't seem to get the idea out of her mind. Her body and mind wanted to sleep with the trickster but it seemed every time they were about to get intimate to a new level he pulled away. She bit her lip viscously as her eyes sparked with anger like coal on fire.

"Wow, I don't think I've seen you this pissed in a while." Jazz remarked from behind her as she flipped through a magazine.

She had noticed that while her mood deteriorated, Jazz's seemed to pick up to the point where the elf was her usually bouncing self.

"You're in a good mood," Amy said turning immediately and changing the question.

Jazz arched an eyebrow and lazily bit into the apple she was holding with one hand. "Am I?"

Amy nodded her head. "Yes, you are. Care to share what's up with you?"

Jazz studiously flipped another page of the glossy magazine. "I'll share if you share."

She shrugged at that. "Fine, I'm pissed off because I can't get Gabe to finally take that last step with me and screw me."

Jazz clearly wasn't expecting that to come out of her best friend's mouth. As soon as Amy had uttered that the apple chunk that she had just bitten off went flying from her mouth barely missing, Amy, who ducked at the last minute. She turned behind her and frowned as she heard the angry ping the apple made against the tile then turned back around. Jazz was coughing hysterically her face beat red with exertion.

Finally, after a few minutes, she had calmed down to look up at Amy with red and tear strewn eyes. "Wait, hold up, let me get this straight. You're pissed because Gabe won't fuck you?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "To put it crudely yes."

Jazz arched both of her eyebrows to the point where Amy was worried they would fall off her face. "Hey, I think you shouldn't be mentioning crude anywhere in this conversation. After all you did say screw, and that's not exactly something a heavenly virgin would say now would she?"

Amy flushed deep red. "So you knew that I was a virgin," she mumbled out quietly.

Jazz merely stared at her with a level gaze. "Girl it's not that hard to see to be quite honest with you. You just exude innocence if you get my meaning. Besides, that gave it away, even if you never told me before. But, hey! No biggie right? Everyone starts out as one."

"Is there something wrong with me maybe, Jazz?" she asked quietly as she looked down at the dark wooden table.

Jazz frowned at her. "Wrong with you? Umm no. But what exactly do you mean when you say that?"

Amy sighed tiredly as her shoulders drooped. "Well, like, every time we get to that point he just suddenly stops and doesn't look at me. Sometimes he just gets straight out of bed and walks out of the room without saying anything and I don't know, I just feel so lost. Am I ugly?"

Jazz stared at her in shock. "Amy, no! Believe me it's not that!"

"Then what is it, Jazz?"

Jazz reached over the table and gripped Amy's hands tightly in-between hers. "Okay, look girl. Gabe is a real prick at times, and he usually can't see what's so blatantly in front of him. This is what I want you to do. I want you to talk to him and get him to be fully honest with you, in other words make sure he tells you what's on his mind. That guy has a walk in closet to his past that you could get lost in so please find out everything."

Amy looked into Jazz's eyes deeply and saw a large amount of sympathy and overwhelming protectiveness shining through the elf's eyes. She smiled hesitantly at her. "Okay I'll try Jazz."

"Good!" Jazz said throwing her hands up, "That's all I can ask for!"

Amy smiled thinly and got up from the table. "If you don't mind I think I'm going to go for a walk around the block."

Jazz merely shrugged at that. "Sure, just be careful. Do you want someone to walk with you?"

She shook her head. "No, it's okay. I won't be gone long." She began to walk towards the door in the kitchen as Jazz went back to her magazine and apple. Suddenly she remembered. Turning around she looked back at her friend. "Hey, Jazz I totally forgot. What exactly has you in such a good mood all of a sudden?"

Jazz froze and harshly swallowed the apple. "Umm, well-" the rest of her words were so mumbled that Amy couldn't make it out. She frowned at that.

"Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that."

"I said that me and Missy are together."

It was quiet in the room for a few minutes then Amy smiled at her friend. She wouldn't remember the talk that the two of them had in that parking lot six months ago, when Gabe decided to let them all get stuck in Groundhog Day but she did.

"Well, as long as you're happy Jazz I accept that."

Jazz looked up at her with tears shining in her eyes. "You mean that?"

"Of course! What are besties for!? Besides if she decides to pull any funny business I can kick her ass for you," she said with a wink.

Jazz couldn't help the bubble of laughter that rose up in her at that. After she had regained some control over herself she wiped a tear from her eye and looked to the young nephilim. "Amy, if it's not too much of a problem though, could I ask you not to say anything yet? I want to tell the others myself."

Amy smiled and nodded her head as she stepped out. Walking down the street in their small London flat she smelled the last clinging drops of rain that soaked the area. She loved the smell after a new rainfall, especially out in the country. It smelled as if the world had been washed and the filth drained away in order for the world to begin anew. Although, she had to admit, it sometimes did smell slightly funky in the city.

She was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the sound of soft footfalls coming from behind her. She would have remained unaware had the person behind her had not spoken up at that opportune moment.

"Well I'm glad we could finally meet again," said the voice, "We have a lot to talk about Amy."

She turned around in confusion and her eyes widened as the world spun out from under her; they disappeared from the quiet street corner with no one the wiser that they had been there.

A/N: I hope it was okay at least. Me and this story need time to breath after chapter 27 XD I'll see you guys soon!