I ran into the hallway. I had watched Sam and Dean carry out a girl. Lucifer was probably still in here, but who cares? I was here to help my arch-angel. I looked at the blood-covered walls. Please, Gabriel. Don’t be- I walked into the room. Dead. There he was, lying dead on the floor. Burnt wings etched into the polished wood floor.
I walked slowly, careful to not leave a sign that I was here. His eyes were closed; he looked peaceful. Although, his smirk was something I was gonna miss. I got down on my knees and knelt beside the angel. I put a hand on his forehead. It had been a few hours since the battle. He still wasn’t pale. Even my slightest bit of hope was ridiculous. Although, he is the Trickster…I felt tears fall from my eyes. He’s gone, y/n. Don’t cause yourself more pain than you need to. I needed to do something though. I needed to sing just a bit. I whispered his favorite part, trying not to fall apart in this God-forsaken room. “Because maybe…..you’re gonna be the one to save me…and after all…you’re my wonderwall…”
I let a sob escape my body. Tears just kept coming and I didn’t know when they would stop. Through a brief moment of agonizing clarity, I saw a single tear run down his face. My God. I started crying even harder. No sound. Nothing. All you could hear were the little droplets of water falling onto the floor. I kissed his forehead and got up to leave. Goodbye, Gabe.
*6 Months Later*
I fell into the bed with a thump. It’s been six months since Gabriel died. It hasn’t been going very well…I feel like something is missing. And, it is but, I take it out on evil. I needed something to keep the grief from sinking in and asked Sam and Dean to teach me how to hunt. I’m a killing machine. No mercy, no worries. Hunting motto I’ll forever stick by. (I’m not a Soulless Sam, though. That was…horrific.)
I rubbed my tired eyes and scooted toward the pillow that is heaven on earth. I laid my head on the comfy cushion. I heard something crunch as I shifted my weight. My eyes shot open and I grabbed my knife. I reached under the pillow and brought a handful of….candy wrappers? Oh. My. God.
“Didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily did you, sweetheart?” I threw the knife in the thing’s general direction and was about to get up when I realized I couldn’t. I was pinned to the bed. Shit.
I still hadn’t seen who or what this thing was but, it was playing a cruel joke. “Listen you dick-“ I was going to continue to rant about this jerk until I couldn’t talk either. Piss.
“C’mon (your nickname). We agreed that we’d play nice. But, you know I’m into this kinda thing so…” It finally walked into the dull glow of the motel lamp. No. Holy Jesus.
Gabriel opened his arms and I realized I could walk and talk again. I got up as fast I could to the back of the room. Quite spacious. These, of course, are completely natural thoughts when you run into the arms of your supposed dead boyfriend’s arms. I collided with the very missed angel and wrapper my arms around him.
“I told you before I left for…Luci….that I would always come back, right?” He whispered into my y/h/c hair.
My voice cracked as I responded. “I saw you. Burnt wings and all.” I buried my head further into his shoulder, trying to forget the emptiness that had occurred all those six months.
“You never listen do you?” He whispered again.
“Never in a million years would I listen to an arch-angel who is as old as time and has saved my life on more than one occasion,” I replied. I felt him smirk.
I leaned back and glared at his face. Then smacked the holiness right of him. “Arrogant dick….”
He gave me an annoyed look. I raised an eyebrow.
He grabbed my face and kissed me with all the passion he could possibly muster. I did the same.
