Trouble With The Trickster || Gabriel - Supernatural

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SEASON 8 SPOILERS ALERT

We pulled into a dingy motel as the sky got even darker but they didn't have any rooms for three so Sam offered his bed to me, sleeping on the couch instead. I felt bad but he was adamant even though I told him that I didn't need sleep - I reckon it was a male ego sort of thing.

Sighing, I drifted off anyway, falling into the dream world beyond my closed eyelids...

I was back in the cabin but it was empty all except for myself and Gabe, who stood a few feet in front of me, "You're not real..."

"I am, Beth," he insisted, smirking his signature smirk, "I can project myself into your dreams... it's an archangel thing..." He stepped forwards and pulled me into a hug - he was real, I could smell candy all around him.

"Why are you here?"

"It's the only safe way that I can still see you... I miss you..." I looked up and saw true longing in his golden eyes as I leaned upwards and put my lips to his. He sighed into the kiss, snaking his arms around my waist and resting his hands on my ass - it was definitely him.

I tilted my head slightly and deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth and giggling as he let out a moan. "You know," he said, pulling away, "since this is a dream, there's no one to interrupt us..." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I've known you for two days, Gabe. Don't you think that's a little fast?"

"I've had shorter..." he told me before realising what he'd just said. I pulled away from him, "I mean... that's not what I meant..." he struggled.

I looked away from him, hurt, "I know exactly what you meant, Gabriel... Is that all I am to you? Another fling?"

"No. Definitely not," he pleaded, "You're not like that..."

"Right..." I looked around, "I think I'd like to wake up, now."

"Beth, please..."

"I said, I think I'd like to wake up, now..."

Gabriel sighed before reluctantly clicking his fingers and the image faded away...

I woke up to see that it was only two in the morning so, with nothing else to do, I clambered out of bed and tried my best to forget about Gabriel as I paced back and forth across the room.

After a few hours, dawn started to break through the curtains and I was still pacing, "Aren't you tired yet? You've been doing that for hours..."

I spun around to see Sam looking up at me, "How long have you been awake?"

"Since you started pacing," he replied, sitting up on the couch and patting the seat beside him, "What's up?"

"I'm sorry if I woke you," I apologised, sitting down but he shook his head saying that it was no problem, "It's hard to explain... Gabriel... contacted me in a dream." He didn't seem too surprised by it so I continued, "He - 'accidentally' - let slip about how he's had flings before and how they haven't lasted long... then, get this, he had the cheek to try and apologise for it..."

Sam was silent for a moment, "Wow... what a douche bag..."

"I know. My thoughts exactly..." I sighed, wiping a stray tear from my eyes, "I wish he'd never said anything..."

Unexpectedly, Sam wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug, "I'm sure he'll find some extravagant way to make it up to you. If not, it's his loss..."

"Thanks, Sam. I'm gonna go clean up my face, have a wash, y'know..." He nodded and I went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and leaning on the sink as I looked in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, gaunt and lifeless as I sighed, grabbing one of the supposedly 'freshly laundered' towels and dabbing my face with it.

The taps squeaked deafeningly as I washed my face, using my hands since the cup provided seemed to be growing new life in the bottom of it and it didn't look like it wanted to be disturbed. I gasped as the freezing water hit my skin but at least it cleaned the grease and dirt away.

I remained in there for about ten minutes, only torn away from my thoughts by muffled yells coming from the other room. Unlocking the door and rushing out, I was met with the scene of both Sam and Dean handcuffed to the chair in the corner of the room. "Jacket pocket. Lock pick. Now!" Dean demanded.

His jacket lay on the back of the sofa and, after a few seconds of rifling through his pockets, I found his lock pick, tossing it to him as he unlocked the handcuffs and they both ran past me and out of the door, "Come on, Liz!"

We ran along the veranda outside the rooms just as I saw some guy smashing the window and climbing into the Impala, watching as Dean angrily pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man's head, "Nice taste in wheels..."

Sam wasn't far behind, opening the passenger side door to block his escape route. "Yours, I presume?"

Within minutes, the guys had hauled him back to the room and forced him down in a chair before carrying out all the necessary tests. The guy laughed as he was splashed in the face with water, "And there with the holy water..."

"He's clean," Sam confirmed.

"I could have told you that..." The man rolled his sleeves back down over the cuts that Dean had made on his forearms.

"Yeah, well, you can start by telling us everything before I beat it out of you."

He looked up at Dean and shook his head pitifully, "I'm quite certain this is all belong your understanding, my alpha-male-monkey friend. And violence will not help you comprehend this any easier..." This guy was starting to get in my nerves, too...

Dean cocked his gun and pointed it at the man's head again, grabbing the front of his jacket, "Let me tell you what I understand! Some asshat pops out of my closet asking about my dad, smashes up my ride. So, why am I not getting violent, again?"

The guy suddenly stopped looking so smug, "John Winchester is your father?" The closet rattled again, "What is that? Oh my God..."

"What?"

He glanced at Dean, "Run!" As soon as he said it, the closet door burst open once more in a flash of bright light and once it cleared, a woman stepped out.

She laughed, "Henry..."