A/N: This chapter is going to be more about the relationship between the Winchesters and Jen, but I promise the next one will have more cliffhangers in it lol Thank you all for reading, and I hope you enjoy! As always, please R&R! : )

It had been a month since I started helping the Winchesters on their hunt. Which means a month of hunting monsters, Wiccans, spirits, and so on. Thankfully I hadn't bumped into Lucifer, or any of my other siblings besides Castiel. Speaking of hunting, the last case we've been working on was a family of Wiccans cursing people randomly for fun. We had finally tracked them down, but lost them when they put a curse on Dean.

"Getting hexed by a witch wasn't on my agenda today." Dean grumbled as we walked in the motel room.

"Hey, it could've been worse." Sam said, trying to make light of the situation.

"Sam's got a point." I added, before plopping on one of the motel beds.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Well you better start figuring out a way to undo this curse before I turn into a frog or something.

I laughed and sat up, "I'd actually kind of like to see that."

"Hardy har har." He said sarcastically before walking over to me and ruffling my hair.

I smiled, which I noticed I had been doing a lot more lately. I guess it finally felt good to feel like I have a family again. I remembered feeling the same way when Bobby took me in as a kid. Or Jennifer Collins anyway. I still wasn't sure what to call myself yet, but I decided to stick with my vessel's name for now. Sam and Dean didn't mind, and Cas understood how hard it is to remember a name like 'Crelius'.

"Hopefully you get us some food before you turn into a frog." I joked.

"Can't you just poof us some here?" Dean asked.

"You know it doesn't work like that." I said crossing my arms, even though I probably could if I tried.

"Fine, Sam and I will just go get it ourselves." He pouted.

"Hey, I'm the one trying to find a way to un-curse you." Sam said as he opened up his laptop.

"Do I have to do everything myself?" He huffed before walking out the door and heading to the nearest fast food place.

Sam shook his head and laughed at his brother's 'dramatic' exit. I smiled and decided to take a shower before he got back.

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We had a delicious dinner of burgers and fries from some run down diner a couple miles away from where we were staying. Thankfully nothing seemed wrong with Dean yet, but we still weren't taking our chances. Sam and I decided to take shifts on trying to find a cure, so the other one could rest. Technically I don't need sleep since I'm an angel, but I try to get some anyway for my vessel's sake.

"Now this is what I'm talking about." Dean grinned as he reached for his dessert, which was of course pie.

Sam and I both rolled our eyes over Dean's obsession with pies. Personally I like apple, but we always get cherry since Dean has some issue with apple pie. It's Probably because he nearly got sacrificed for apples and other fruits when they stopped at this one town a while back.

"Well while you gorge yourself in that pie, I'm going to go get a candy bar from a vending machine I saw by the front desk earlier." I said throwing away my food trash.

"All right, just be careful." Dean responded with a mouth full of pie.

I gave a quick thumbs up before heading out the door.

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"Come on." I muttered, as I tried for the third time to put my dollar in the machine.

Again, I'm sure I could just make one appear or something, but I'm trying to be as human as possible.

"Need any help with that?" I heard a man's voice come from behind me.

I just assumed it was one of the motel workers, so I didn't even bother to look at him.

"No, no it's alright." I said, trying to hold myself back from kicking the thing.

"Here, it gets stuck a lot." He said before walking over to the machine and clicking random buttons.

I only saw the back of his head as he worked on fixing the thing.

"Here." He said turning to me, holding a snickers bar in his hand. "I think this is what you wanted.

I looked down at it in confusion. How did he know that's what I wanted? I didn't say anything about it, had I?

"Um, thanks." I said looking at the supposed worker before I started realizing the man's features.

Goldish brown hair, a smirk on his lips, and whiskey colored eyes.

Gabriel? No, it couldn't be, he was dead. I had even asked Cas about it, and he confirmed that Gabriel couldn't have survived a stab from an angel blade.

"You're probably wondering how I'm alive."

I dropped the candy bar, before pulling out my angel blade I had decided to store in a small sheath on my belt.

"So which demon are you?" I asked with a disgusted look on my face.

"A what?" He laughed. "Last time I checked I was an archangel slash trickster."

"There's no possible way you could still be alive."

"Well obviously I found a way." He said rolling his eyes as he noticed how unconvinced I looked. "Go ahead. Try stabbing me with that thing."

I didn't even think about what I had done until I had stabbed him in the stomach. I immediately let go of the handle and slowly backed away in fear of it actually being Lucifer in disguise.

"Ya know, stabbing holes into people isn't how you greet your best friend and brother." He said simply pulling the blade from his stomach and dropping it to the ground. "I traded your blade for a fake one while you were having a brawl with the vending machine."

I stood there in shock, because none of my other brothers would have thought of doing that. They would have just killed me dead, or used the blade against me. No, there was only one person who would pull something like that.

"Did you miss me, kiddo?"

It was Gabriel.

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