'Angel,' said the woman blocking their exit. 'There you are.' She had bright red hair and deep black eyes, clothes blood-stained. Her smile was polite, almost, as she stepped over the threshold and advanced on the grouped.

'Abbadon,' Gabriel smiled politely. 'How lovely to see you.'

She walked forwards but was stopped short, having been caught in the Devil's Trap John had painted underneath the door mat the moment he rented the motel room. 'Clever, hunter. But a simple trap isn't going to save you or your sons.'

John turned to Sam and Dean. 'Boys, get under the bed. That's an order.' After he made sure that they had done so, he turned to Gabriel. 'How do we kill this thing?'

'Exorcisms won't work,' replied Gabriel. 'Holy fire won't kill her either, blah blah, we need the first blade, which is currently unprocurable.'

'So we're just stuck here?' John asked through gritted teeth.

Gabriel sighed and rolled his eyes, before turning to his brother, who had moved to stand beside him. 'Cas, you take Sam and Dean and make sure they're kept safe. Would you like to go too?' he asked the eldest Winchester.

'Am I gonna be of any use if I stay?'

'Bait, perhaps,' replied the archangel darkly before he swung the bloodied blade in his hand. 'Come on, do you really want to fight me? We archangels got rid of you, and now you're the only one left.'

'The archangels did not kill my kind,' she laughed. 'Oh, admit it; I know more about these things than you ever will.'

'Hardly.'

John interrupted the bickering and went to stand beside Gabriel, who turned in confusion. 'What are you doing?'

'Protecting my sons,' came the reply in a grin tone. He turned to the bed where Cas had gone and was holding on to both of his sons. 'Dean, you look after your brother. I'll see you soon.'

'Yes, sir,' Dean replied

'Daddy!' Sam cried out, fist grabbing onto a long sleeve of Castiel's trenchcoat.

'Go, now,' he insisted. He watched the angel place his fingers on Sam and Dean's foreheads and then all three disappeared with a soft woosh.

He turned back to the action and looked to Gabe. 'So, what do we do now?'

'Technically, we could just leave here and let her rot in the Devil's Trap, but I'm sure she'd find a way to get out. Or, now that we have her, we can chop her up into teensy little pieces and hide them until I find out where the first blade is,' shrugged the angel.

'What exactly have I done wrong?' Abbadon called out, interrupting his thoughts. 'Is it because I'm a bigger fan of your brother than you? Because, you know,' she continued, eyes turning their natural green, 'I could be convinced to change my mind.' Her voice was low and sultry, but Gabriel wasn't fooled.

'As if you'd betray my brother,' he said.

'Fine,' she replied, eyes morphing back to black. 'Find a way to stop me. But you'd better hurry, or precious little Sam and Dean are done for.'

Before John could say anything, the blade in Gabriel's hand was piercing her side, and she keeled over in pain. He twisted it, and her mouth opened with and a cloud of thick, black smoke was expelled from it. Then, the host fell to the floor, lifeless.

'We'd better get going,' said Gabriel as he turned to study the Winchester whilst wiping the blade clean against his leg.

John nodded and gathered his things quickly, and then Gabriel's index and middle fingers lay rest on his forehead and he was transported away from the motel room.

A/N: I plan on updating this every Sunday until it gets real close to exams in a few months and I start cramming in revision like hell, so... Enjoy.