Rose (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Tell Me a Story

Author's Note: There have been a few people pointing out to me that Gabriel wouldn't just run from a fight. I know that. I love Gabriel almost more than I love Castiel. But for the purpose of this story, Rose (Freyja) is his equal. Especially when she's angry. It will be explained why in later chapters, so for now you just have to trust me. :) I really appreciate the great reviews, and I even enjoyed reading the criticisms, believe it or not. I hope you're enjoying the story, and here's the next chapter!

**Third Person**

Kali was very angry. It wasn't the first time her sister had failed to listen to her, but it would be the last time. Gabriel was just sitting there, smirking at her. He'd let her rant for a while, then he'd taken her voice away. Now he was watching her storm around the house and destroy things. They'd agreed a while ago to give their relationship another chance, and he wasn't regretting it. But maybe she was.

"Are you through with your temper tantrum?" he asked, amused. She glared at him, bringing to mind the phrase 'if looks could kill'. "I guess that means no. Fine, I won't tell you my amazing plan."

She paused in her pacing, but her glare didn't die down. She gestured to her voice, trying to indicate her unhappiness stemmed specifically from that at the moment. Gabe sighed and waved his hand, giving her voice back.

"I want to hear your idea, but I want to be able to voice mine!" she screamed, hitting his arm as hard as she could. It had no effect, but it made her feel better.

"I'm sure you do. We just need to get your sister away from the Winchesters long enough for me to get Sammy again. Once we have him, she'll have to do whatever we want. You remember how bad it hurt you when the bond was forced to break all those years ago? It's twice as bad for her. She won't want to go through that pain again. Besides, she has an emotional attachment to this one. It'll hurt twice as bad if he is harmed or the bond breaks. And let's face it, babe, I don't care about the human's life," Gabriel replied, amusement lacing his tone.

He was lying; he didn't have any intention of harming Sam. But if he told Kali that, she'd never listen or help him. For now, he needed her cooperation. For him, this had only ever been about Freyja. Or Rose, as she now called herself. He'd been after her from the moment he met her, not that she'd give him the time of day.

"I like the way you think. I knew there was a reason I still put up with you," Kali was saying, finally sitting down. Gabriel fought the urge to smirk again. She "put up" with him because she had no choice. He was stronger than she was, even if he wasn't stronger than her sister. There was a reason for that, a reason he refused to acknowledge.

"Then we'd best get started. How good are your acting skills?" he asked instead.

**Rose's POV**

I was lounging on that couch for hours. I couldn't leave to check on Xander, and I couldn't fall asleep (not that I technically needed to; it just helped to replenish my power), so I was bored. Sam and Dean had been sleeping for a few hours, and Castiel was meditating. I'd never had the patience to meditate, which was frustrating for me.

"Please, Cas. I'm going to go crazy. Tell me there is something we can do for entertainment!" I moaned, letting my head fall backwards to the couch. He opened one eye and gave me a dirty look.

"There is a television. Dean spends hours watching it. I recommend you attempt to do the same," he snapped, closing his eyes again. I sighed and turned to stare at the wall. I'd tried television a decade ago and found it not to my liking. My eyes were just drifting shut when someone sat down on the couch.

"You should be sleeping," I told him, turning to face him.

"I know. I just wanted to talk to you. What you're doing is really brave. Thank you for keeping my brother safe," Dean told me, reclining back on the couch beside me and smiling slightly.