I tried to carry on

A bubble gum bitch and a suicidal (4 months later)

Daphne and Skylar don't talk anymore. They got in a fight over the twins and Daphne truly believes that the babies are not good for her little sister. Daphne actually tried to drag Skylar into an abortion clinic, of course, Skylar punched her in the face and pulled her sword on Daphne. The doctor suggested that the medicine Skylar was on, for anxiety, depression, and a heart murmur, was bad for the babies, so Skylar, naturally, has stop taking them.

Sam and Gabe now share a room and are even louder than me and Dean. On many occasions, I would spot Gabe running around the bunker in one of Sam's, extremely large, shirts. They really do make a cute couple. Im kind of glad to see Gabe so happy, the last time he was this happy was, probably, when he left heaven, to become Loki, the trickster. The other day I heard Sam ask Dean about where he got my ring. Dean smiled and answered 'Jared's'. You could tell that even Dean wanted to see this happen. Sam actually plans to pop the question tonight.

I woke up because of my usual nightmare. Dean overdosing while Im glued to the wall. I never tell him that I've been having these nightmares. He only knows when I wake up screaming. Today I woke up in cold sweats. I lean over to check the time. 3:27am. Damn it.

I decided to make breakfast and then I sit in the library, looking for a case. We've been doing little jobs. A vampire nest in Oklahoma, werewolves in Tennessee, nothing to big. But, the other day, I found a spell. The spell would link every creature in a species, meaning, if you perform the spell on one creature, the whole species dies. I keep reading over the spell, it's pretty simple but you need a witch to perform it. I not going to put the twins through that. They're not going to be a part of this life. I look at the time. 5:42am. Right then, the lights go red and alarms start blaring in the bunker.

Sam is the first one to come to the map table, Gabe following not to far behind. Gabe stops in his steps, not a second later, I know why. 'God and the Darkness have been smited. Our father has died.' Angel radio.

"Angel? What's happening?" Dean asks, worry in his voice.

"Chuck and Amara are dead" I whisper, breathlessly "I guess that got in an argument and smited each other."

"Son of a bitch" Dean sighs, pulling me into a hug.

I look over at Gabe and he hasn't moved an inch. He's in shock, or he's just thinking about something. Sam is trying to lure him out of his trans. Skylar eventually waddles to sit beside me. Daphne leans against the wall. Bitch leans against the wall and her sister, who is 7 months pregnant with twins, is trying to comfort me and she stands there, emotionless. 'Castiel, calm down, it'll be alright, everything is going to be alright.' I say to myself.

We all sit at the library table. We finally got Gabe out of his shock. There were a few tears, but no one cries now. We all kind of excepted that he was dead. Daphne never showed any emotion, what so ever. What is she up to?

It was now 4pm and we've been through 2 bags of coffee and a dozen beers. Then, the door of the bunker opens. We all jump up and stare at the stairs leading up to the door.

Dozens of vampires come storming down the stairs. It all happens so fast. They run to Skylar, almost uniform like. One of them, a large black male, pushes her out of the way and starts throwing punches. We all start defending ourselves. Chopping off the vampires heads, like it was nothing. There are only a few left when bright, white light, fills the room and Gabe drops to his knees, his own angel blade, sticking out of the to of his head. Sam let's out a high pitched scream, I never thought I'd hear from him. Dean reaches over and beheads Gabriel's murder. Sam runs to Gabe's side and pulls his lifeless corpse into his arms, pulling out the angel blade. He cries beside Gabe. Then, Skylar pushes herself up from the floor, screaming at her bloody hands. She had been pushed into a table. Without a word, Dean grabs his keys and picks Skylar up, bridal style, carrying her to the impala.