Trouble With The Trickster || Gabriel - Supernatural

-7-

"So, now that we know what Heaven wants her for, what do we do to stop them getting her?" Sam asked, leaning back on his chair away from his laptop. He'd been very quiet ever since we'd arrived so I guess he was trying to redeem himself.

"Her protection is already sorted," Gabe clarified, crossing his ankles and wrapping an arms around my shoulders - much to Dad's disapproval, "She has that necklace, an anklet and the same carvings in her ribs as you two monkeys..."

"How can a necklace stop angels? Are they scared of jewellery?" Gabe and I both rolled our eyes at Dean's ridiculousness.

"Is he normally like this?"

"All the time... I usually block it out," Dad replied as Dean huffed indignantly in the corner, mumbling something about 'goddamn angels'.

Gabe coughed to hide a snigger, "Anyway, genius, it's made from dragon-forged silver. It's poisonous-"

"To all creatures," Bobby finished and Gabe nodded, "Shucks, Gabriel, where the hell did you find such a thing?"

"Uh, hello? Archangel?" Gabriel gestured to himself as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "So yeah, the necklace and anklet basically repel any monster or angel that's trying to find her."

"Why can't we have one of them? Why didn't you give us one when we needed hiding from Lucifer and Michael?"

"Because they don't shield you from archangels, idiot. How do you think I knew where she was?" Gabe rolls his eyes again at Dean. "They won't work against me, Lucifer, Raphael or Michael but since they're not involved yet, we don't need to worry about my big bros."

"So we need protection, then? Is that right?" Dad asked and Gabriel sighed, nodding.

"Yeah, since we're now public enemy number one and two. Not like we were Heaven's favourites anyway..." He grinned cheekily, pulling me closer, "Don't look like that, Beth. It's not your fault- shit!"

Gabe suddenly jumped up, pulling back the curtain to look outside before ducking out of sight, "Get away from the window! Balt, can you travel?" I got up quickly and rushed to stand at his side.

"Yeah, wh- oh damn..." Dad cursed, careful to stay away from all of the windows.

"What is it?"

"Castiel. He's outside..." Gabe turned to Dean, "We have to go. Don't tell him we were here. Make up some excuse about protecting the house from Balthy or something to get him off your case..."

"What if he doesn't believe us?" Sam asked but Dad just laughed shortly.

"He takes every word you lot say as gospel. If you told him the world was flat, he'd believe you..."

"Where are you gonna go?" Bobby questioned. Gabe and Dad both shrugged. "Well, I know a safe house. Protected by sigils and devil traps. You could go there."

"Thank you, Bobby," Dad said honestly, turning to where I was standing with Gabe, "I guess we can see how sigils and traps will affect you too."

Bobby opened his mouth to tell us where it was but Gabe raised a hand to stop him, "Already got it," he points to his temple, "Heard you think it. It's dangerous to say things out loud at times like this."

A knock on the door made me jump and both Dad and Gabe grabbed my hands. "Come on. Let's go. You better let the bastard in."

Sam and Dean nodded before spinning out of view as both the angels transported me away and I closed my eyes until I felt solid ground beneath my feet. In front of us stood a small cabin, set into the side of a cliff; when I blinked, I saw it was covered in sigils and markings but they disappeared when my eyes focused.

"He wasn't kidding when he said it was protected..." Dad looked across to Gabe, "Can you get us in?"

"I don't know. Can Beth?"

"Me?" I asked and he nodded.

"I've got a theory. Just walk in the house and scratch away that sigil over there that looks like a little hexagon with a moon inside it," he instructed.

"Why can't you do it? You did it back at Bobby's."

"I can only break them when I'm inside. You break that one, I get in, I break the rest of it, your Dad gets in. Then the sigils will make us invisible to the angels rather than blocking us two out. Okay?" Gabe clarified. I nodded and, cautiously, headed towards the house, careful to stay under the cover of the tree canopy despite the protection I had over me.

Once I reached the door, I lay my fingers on the handle, expecting some sort of burning or forcefield, but it turned and opened easily and so I stepped inside, hearing a cheer from behind me as I scratched away part of the symbol Gabe pointed out. In a second, he appeared beside me, making it disappear completely along with another one on the other window which I gathered was Dad's as he also appeared in the house.

He pushed the door closed as Gabe looked down at my feet, "Just as I thought." I looked down too, following his gaze and realising I had just walked through a pentagram painted on the floor in red paint. "Devil's trap."

"How?" I didn't know much about all these things but I'd guessed that demons weren't supposed to be able to walk through them.

"I figured as much. You seem to be too angelic to be affected by devil's traps and too demonic to be affected by the sigils..." he looked up at Balthazar, "I don't reckon there's anything that could trap her..."

Dad's eyes widened, "No wonder Heaven wants her as a weapon. A weapon that literally can't be trapped or stopped..." he pulled me to his side, "You're more special than I thought, Elizabeth. There's no one like you in the world... no, the universe..."

I looked to Gabriel for affirmation and he nodded, "He's right. I mean, I'm old though I may not look it, and I've never heard of anything inhuman that can walk straight through both sigils and devil's traps..."

"Then, what do we do?"

"Well, since it seems you've got yourself covered for protection, your Dad and I need to find some." I glanced around as Gabe said it, seeing all the books that lined the walls - the house must've belonged to hunters because they weren't your normal everyday books.

"Let's get researching, then?" I proposed, moving to pull up one of the chairs and grabbing a large book from the nearest shelf."

"Yeah," Gabe agreed, pulling up a chair beside me and grabbing another as Dad did the same on the couch behind us, "Let's just hope there is something..."