The fifth Angel

3. Changing Channels

I looked at my brother. It was happening. I could feel it. I knew Gabriel could too. Lucifer. Lucifer was rising. The apocalypse was starting.
'You will play a role too. In the apocalypse. Just so you know.' I heard my father's voice echoing in my head. I don't feel like having a role in it. I don't- I can't see Michael and Lucifer fight. But I can't disobey my father either...

A few weeks later, Gabriel thought it would be amazing to teach the Winchesters a lesson again. To play their roles as Michael's and Lucifer's vessel. So he did something to lure them to us. Gabriel wanted to put them into- TV-Land. Hey, could be fun, right?

We saw the Winchesters getting out of the car. Does he need to get hotter every time I see him? "There was a murder here, and there's no police cars. There's nobody. How's that look to you?" Dean asked his brother. "Crappy." Sam answered. Dean pulled two stakes and two flashlights out of the trunk and hands one of each to Sam. He closed the trunk and they entered the building. I looked at my brother. "You really do like him. Maybe I will put him into a dating programme with you." Gabriel winked at me cheekily. "Shut up." I snapped smiling. "Come on. You're in love with him, little sister." He said. "I met him once." I muttered. "Yep. And that's aaaalll you need to fall in love. Admit it. Come on." Gabriel said. "I can't." I answered. "Why not?" He asked a little annoyed. "Because- I don't want to put him at risk even more." I said, looking down. "Oh, goody." I heard Gabriel mutter. "Come on." I said and we entered 'TV-Land'. Gabriel and I stood there in Doctor clothes. I actually felt amazing in those. I saw Dean staring at us and muttering: "Oh boy." Gabriel and I walked over to them. "It's them. Dr. Sexy and Dr. Wow." She really is called Dr. Wow? Who's called Wow? "Doctor." We said whilst looking at Dean. He looked down, hiding his smile. Ow, that's adorable... Sophia! "Doctor." He said and we turned to Sam. "Doctor." Sam nodded but Dean whacked him. "Doctor." Sam then said. Gabriel addressed Dean: "You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl?" Dean's expression went from awed through confused. He glanced at Sam, then back at us. "One reason?" Dean asked and nodded. "Sure." He said, looking down. He suddenly slammed Gabriel into the wall. "You're not Dr. Sexy." I chuckled quietly. "You're crazy." Gabriel said.
"Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes." Dean pointed out. "Yeah. You're not a fan." Sam said sarcastically. Dean looked at me and said: "It's a guilty pleasure." "Call security." Gabriel told a nurse. "Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know who you are." Dean said. I made all the people in here freeze-frame. Dean glanced around. Gabriel and I smirked as we morphed into ourselves. "You guys are getting better!" "Get us the hell out of here." Dean said annoyed. "Or what?" I asked. Gabriel grabbed Dean's arm and twisted it, hurting him. I glared at my brother, which didn't go unnoticed by him. "Don't see your wooden stakes, big guy." Gabriel said. "That were you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick." Sam stated. Wow... Really, little Winchester? "Hello? Tricksters." Gabriel said pointing at himself and me. "Come on! We heard you two yahoos were in town." Gabriel started delighted. "How could we resist?" I finished, smiling at Dean. "Where the hell are we?" He asked, looking at me. "Like it? It's all homemade. Our own sets-" Gabriel rappled on the window in a nearby door, then indicated the frozen extras. "Our own actors... call it our own little idiot box." He finished. "How do we get out?" Dean asked. "That, my friend, is the sixty-four-dollar question." I looked confusingly at Gabriel. Sixty-four? "Whatever. We just, we need to talk to you. We need your help." Sam said. "Hm, let me guess. You two muttonheads broke the world, and you want us to sweep up your mess." Gabriel said as I shifted uncomfortably. "Please. Just five minutes. Hear us out." "Sure... Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk." Gabriel told him. "Survive what?" Dean asked. "The game, Winchester. The game." I said smiling. "What game?" "You're in it." Gabriel replied. "How do we play?" Dean asked. "You're playing it." I told him softly. "What are the rules?" He asked, getting more annoyed every second. I saw Gabriel raising his eyebrows and smirking. We then vanished.