Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and told me their thoughts about the beginning! It was a new way of writing for me and your input meant a lot. Now on with the story;

Gabriel hated fire. He had hated it for years.

Lucifer had always loved it. He had told Gabriel, "Fire is like us. It conquers. It destroys anything or anyone that gets in it's way. It glows with power bright beautiful and dangerous. Fire always wins to some extent."

Gabriel had just nodded and not so secretly thought his brother was a bit crazy. At eight years old he had already begun to see his brother as weird and it was only his childish hero crush that had kept him ignorant until his brother's betray of just how far Lucifer's insanity would go.

Gabriel remembered his first experience with a flame in the blurry way that childhood memories tended to be remembered. Just clear enough to get the gist of the story. At age four Gabriel must have agreed with Lucifer about fire. The power was out and candles had been lit. Poor Michael had just taken a minute break from watching his little brother. No one could say Gabriel was an easy child.

Gabriel had stared at the strange light show in awe. That continued until he brushed against one. Then his opinion changed drastically. Michael had grabbed his screaming kid brother and ran cold water over the burn while Lucifer watched. Even back then he'd been fascinated with other's pain. Gabriel still had a scar.

Fire had taken his old best friend away from him. It had caused Sam's eyes to sharpen with worry when Gabriel winced every time he saw a firework or a fire was lit and crackled. It had even caused an argument when Sam mindlessly commented that Gabriel's eyes kinda looked like golden flames. Gabriel didn't just hate fire. It repulsed him. he loathed it.

What Lucifer had failed to see was fire may be an amazing killer but, it could kill too much. It had no balance. It would destroy until there was nothing left. Fire didn't always win because if it did there would be nothing. His brother obviously had never really be burnt. Had never felt the sting of being robbed of life by natures best serial killer.

It seemed ironic that fire would be his killer in the end.

Gabriel wanted to scream as it surrounded him. He wanted to get up. He wanted to get out. The air thicken until it felt like breathing through a tiny straw. The fire danced happily in it's victory.

The worlds best serial killer was after him and Gabriel couldn't move. The very idea seamed absurd. As he mind grew fogger he couldn't really see what was wrong about dying like this. At least it wasn't dark. It sure as hell wasn't cold.

Why would he move when he just wanted to sleep? He just wanted the fuzzy part of his brain to spread and make the pain go away as it dragged him further into a haze. He was uncomfortably warm and just wanted to take a nap. In his barely alive state, he saw no reason why he shouldn't. A thought breached the haze for just a moment. I wish I could tell Sam goodnight...

Gadreel couldn't believe he was doing this. He gasped as flames surrounded him and the sounds of sirens faded into nothing more than past hope. He ran through the halls until his brain must've come up with a million reasons to turn around. He gasped as part of the ceiling above him collapsed and forced him to turn into a side room.

Gadreel had always believed everything happens for a reason and his faith strengthened ten fold as he recognized the body on the floor curled up into a small ball and taking shaky breaths. "Gabriel wake up!" He meant to scream but, the smoke stole his voice away and transformed it into coughs.

He shook Gabriel and cursed as the small agent remained completely unresponsive. Gabriel looked awful. His skin a bright red, black and blue marks littered his face and ash was turning his once chestnut brown hair black. Gadreel didn't waste any more time trying to wake Gabriel up. He lifted the unresponsive man into his arms and stumbled through the flames. He ran through the halls. The smoke was so thick it covered the world in a gray haze. Gadreel didn't know where he was he just knew his only hope was to keep running.

Then fresh air flooded his abused lungs and he kept going until the gray cleared and he could see he was outside. Gadreel fell to his knees and coughed. When he was finished he grabbed Gabriel's wrist and searched for a pulse. "Come on Gabriel. I didn't walk into a flaming building for your corpse." Gadreel laughed in relief when he felt a soft irregular pulse under his fingers. It wasn't healthy but it was there. Gadreel could work with that. The most important thing he'd learn in med school is a pulse is life and hope isn't gone until life is.

He didn't let go of the agent in his arms and didn't look up until he heard a gun click behind his head.

To say Lucifer was pissed would be a huge understatement. His hands shook with barely restrained fury causing the gun in his hand to shake as well but it never stopped aiming at Gadreel's head. "Give me my brother. Now!" Gadreel looked up and asked calmly, "Why? You are going to kill us both no matter what."

Lucifer laughed and said, "Of course I'm going to kill you both but Gabriel's death is going to be an example and a threat to Michael and that stupid little agency. You should have left him to burn Gadreel because he's going to die, he was always going to die, but now he's going to suffer. I know my little brother, Michael's little soldier, I know how to break him apart so I'm not quite sure Gabriel would thank you for saving him. Now give me my brother and I'll let you go."

Gadreel looked down at the unconscious man in his arms. The man that just a day ago looked at him with bright eyes, smirked with clear mischief, and seemed unstoppable was covered in burns and his breathes came out in short gasps. He was completely limp and had to have been that way for a least five minutes.

Gadreel had only know Gabriel for about a week but, even he knew seeing Gabriel this still was wrong. Gabriel was pure sass and energy and he was always moving. Even when Gadreel stitched up his wounds Gabriel hadn't shut up. Gadreel thought he hated his captors before but now he loathed them. They made him sick and he longed to see Lucifer covered and wounds and still like Gabriel minus the shaky intakes of breath. Breath meant the person was alive and Gadreel didn't thing Lucifer deserved to pollute the air anymore with the signs of him being alive.

He had seen Lucifer as every other terrorist. Vengeful, uncaring and cold as he looked out for his own interest but now Gadreel knew different because Lucifer wasn't cold and uncaring. He was cruel. He was worse than every single one of the terrorist Gadreel had heard about on the news while he was free. Gabriel was barely breathing and Gadreel didn't even want to think about the injuries the poor agent had and Lucifer wanted his little brother to suffer more. He wanted it just to make a point.

Gadreel looked at the small agent in his arms and felt pride in the other man's rebellion. He wished he had fought as hard because in the end everyone dies but Gabriel Novak was going out with a literal bang and taking with him a whole building of minions and terrorist in the making. There would be not shame in following him. Gadreel was ready to be free.

He met Lucifer's eyes and set Gabriel gently on the ground. Gadreel watched the devil in front of him smirk as he saw victory. Gadreel fought the urge to smile. He wasn't afraid he was eager. His heart pounded in his chest quickly as if it knew there wasn't much time left for it and wanted to get as many beats in as possible as it's song drew to a close.

Gadreel reached out to shake Lucifer's hand and fought the urge to grimace as the disgusting man touched him. Gadreel watched as Lucifer's confident expression turn to shock as he was yanked closer to have Gadreel's knife buried deep inside him.

Gadreel smiled even as he heard the gunshot that would be his end. He threw his eyes up to the sky and marveled at it's beauty before the back of his head exploded and a bullet lodged itself in his brain.

Two still bodies laid in the mist of chaos. Both of them fallen warriors and both of them going out with a bang. But one of them was breathing and as medics surrounded his evil brother and Gadreel's blood pooled under them, Gabriel Novak kept breathing.

Don't hurt me! I'm so sorry for the depressing chapter. I feel horrible for killing Gadreel. I hope that you can forgive me just enough to review and let me know your thoughts. All reviews are good reviews to me so constructive criticism is welcome. I promise the next chapter will have a lot of BAMF scenes!