The fifth Angel

9. Hammer of the Gods

[When I met the Winchesters, I thought it would never end. But then came the pagan gods and Lucifer. And that's when it all ended. This is the story of how I 'died'.]

I landed on a hard ground. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. "Here you are. We've got a problem." Gabriel said and I looked up and smiled. "What?" He asked as I jumped to my feet. "Nothing. Nothing. Uh- you were saying?" I quickly asked. "Sam and Dean Winchester are in trouble." He finished. "What? How? Where? Who?" I asked without taking a breath. "Come on." He just said, smiling.

Gabriel pushed the door open with his powers and we entered into a ballroom. Sam and Dean were standing in front of us, as all the Demigods sat around a table. "Can't we all just get along!" He said. Dean tried to say our names, but failed. So did Sam. "Phia. Loki." Baldur said. Awkward. I had a thing with him once... "Baldur. Good seeing you too. I guess our invitation got lost in the mail." Gabriel pointed out. "Why are you here?" He asked, looking at me. "To talk about the elephant in the room." My brother replied as Ganesh began to stand up. I hold my hand up and said: "Not you. The Apocalypse." "We can't stop it, gang. But first things first." Gabriel said and turned to Sam and Dean. "The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later." He snapped his finger and the Winchesters disappeared. I wasn't really listening to what they were saying. I was looking at Baldur. Not that I have any feelings for him, that was a long time ago, but still.

We appeared in the room the Winchester brothers were in and sat down on the red couch. "Alright, so what's our next move?" Sam asked.
"I-I-I... I don't know. Grab those poor saps outta the freezer, I guess? Bust 'em out? Gank a few freaks along the way if we're lucky?" Dean replied. "And when are you ever lucky?" I asked cheekily. The Winchesters looked at us as we sat on the couch. "Well you know what, bite me, Sophia." He snapped. "Is that a promise, Winchester?" I asked flirtatious. I saw him hiding a smile. "I should've known. I mean this had your stink all over it from the jump." Dean said, looking at Gabriel. "You think I'm behind this? Please. I'm the Costner to your Houston. We're here to save your ass." My brother said, standing up. "You wanna pull us outta the fire?" Dean asked suspicious. I also stood up.
"Bingo! Those guys are either gonna dust you, or use you as bait. Either way, you're uber boned." Gabriel continued. "Wow, 'cause a couple of months ago you were telling us that we need to 'play our roles'. You're uber boning us!" Dean snapped. "Ohh... The end is still nigh. Michael and Lucifer are gonna dance the lambada." Gabriel said whilst turning around. "But not today. Not here." I said. "And why do you care?" Dean asked, looking directly at me. Gabriel turned back around. "I- don't care. But- me and Kali we, uh, had a thing. Chick was all hands. What can I say? I'm sentimental." "Do they have a chance? Against Satan?" Sam asked us. "Really, Sam?" Dean asked his brother. "You got a better idea, Dean?" "It's a bad idea." I told him. "Lucifer's gonna turn them into finger paint. So let's get going while the going's good, hmm?" Gabriel pointed out. "Okay. Great. Why don't you just zap us outta here then?" Dean said. "We would if we could. But we can't. Kali's got your blood. You're bounded to her." I explained. "You boys are on a leash." Gabriel added. "What does that mean?" Dean asked. "It means it's time for a bit of the old black magic." My brother said and sprayed his mouth with a breath spray. "What is wrong with you?" I asked him. Gabriel just gave me a cheeky grin. "Okay, yeah. Well, whatever. Well, we're gonna take the hors d'oeuvres in the freezer with us." Winchester stated. "Forget it. It's gonna be hard enough sneaking you mooks outta here." Gabriel told him.
"They called you Phia and Loki, right? Which means they don't really know who you are?" Dean asked us. "Told you. We're in witness protection." Gabriel said smiling. "Okay, well then how about you do what we say, or we tell the, uh, legion of doom about your secret identities. They don't seem like a real pro-angel kinda crowd." "We'll take your voices away." Gabriel stated. "We'll write it down." Dean pointed out. "We'll cut off your hands." My brother said. "Well then, people are gonna be asking, 'Why are you guys running around with no hands?'" Uhh. Winchester won this one. "Fine." Gabriel said annoyed.