Ripping Up the Script

Chapter 4: Guess Who

Chapter 4: Guess Who
Playlist:
Rise- Katy Perry
No Roots- Alice Merton
Sail- AWOLNATION
Cheap Thrills- Sia
Just One Yesterday- Fall Out Boy
Ride- TØP

A/N: *cringes at the OC angst*

"Holy mother of hell it's you!" Jennifer cried, leaping to her feet with everyone else. Gabriel grinned and tossed her a lollipop. Jen caught it, still staring at the archangel. She glanced down and saw that it was bubblegum flavored, her favorite. She frowned at Gabriel in confusion. He winked at her and snapped his fingers, sending both Castiel's and Dean's angel blades flying across the room.

"Yep! Dear old Dad brought me back with the help of Aunt Amara. Told me to help out on Earth. Specifically, he heavily implied that I should stop with the deadly pranks and help the Winchesters out. So, you." He pointed at her.

"Who is this?" Kelly asked. Jennifer ignored her in favor of staring at Gabriel, trying to figure out his game. He'd picked her to... help? Help how, exactly? Had she done the right thing in changing the future? Why her? And was Gabriel going to help with Lucifer?

"It's Gabriel. An archangel," Cas explained. Gabriel turned his eyes to Castiel, looking him up and down.

"Whoo! Castiel! You are in bad shape, aren't you?" he remarked. Cas narrowed his eyes. "Well, that is why Jennifer's here. She's the official Winchester Family Therapist! And she's gonna help you all stay alive." Jen blinked rapidly. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. She took a moment to figure out an appropriate response.

"Ummm, sorry, you want me to what now?" Oh well, she could've been more awkward....

"Winchester Family Therapist, you know, you lecture them on their lack of emotional health and you try to get it through their think skulls that they're not actually completely terrible people? Don't worry, I'll help. That stuff I stuck on your phone should help too." Gabriel seemed totally comfortable with the whole situation, despite the glares he was getting from Dean and Cas.

"What, that new icon? With the Therapy and the Gag Reels and the explosions?" Jennifer asked him, not feeling as cautious as the others. She really wanted to trust Gabriel, and the whole thing was pretty damn insane anyway. "What'd you do to Sexy?"

The archangel snorted. "Nice name. And I didn't do much. Just stuck all of the Supernatural episodes from your universe on there. Plus, as they air over there, they show up on there." He pointed at her phone. Jennifer gasped.

"Wait, so, season 13, that'll show up?"

"Not the issue here!" Dean interrupted. Jennifer gave him a reproachful look.

"Listen, I get not trusting him, but really, he's only an adorably short archangel-turned-trickster dude who sacrificed his life trying to stop Lucifer, and ended up helping you guys stop the Apocalypse! Cut Gabriel some slack!" Jen took a deep breath. Ahh, ranting.  It had garnered her some weird looks before, and this time was no exception. Except Gabriel seemed to be looking at her with an expression better described as admiration than 'this girl is so weird wtf is she talking about'.

"Apparently I did choose right," he said in response to her questioning look. Jennifer scoffed.

"Yeah, you actually handpicked me of all people? And I wasn't just the first unhealthily obsessed supernatural fan you came across? I mean, according to tumblr, there's plenty of us." Like she of all people would actually get purposefully chosen by a friggin' archangel to help her idols. Like, there had to be some therapists in the fandom. People much more qualified than a seventeen-year-old to help these guys. And there were tons of people who would love to come over and help. She wasn't very special.

"Ouch, talk about self-esteem issues! 'Course you're special! And I did, as a matter of fact, choose you specifically." Jen raised an eyebrow at that, crossing her arms over her chest. She couldn't deny that it felt nice to think that she was special, but seriously? And hey...

"I beg your pardon, were you in my head?" Jennifer was filled with righteous indignation. Unless... "Oh wait, or was I 'thinking too loud', whatever that means?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down!" Dean shouted. He had moved in front of Kelly protectively. "All right, Gabriel, how do we know that it's really you?" he asked. Jennifer frowned. It was a good point, but... she could tell it was the real Gabe, somehow. This wasn't a fake or a copy.

"It's him, Dean," Castiel stated. Of course, it did make sense that he'd be able to sense Gabriel was really... him. It seemed like Cas wanted to say more, but he didn't know exactly what. Jennifer thought that this was an appropriate moment to silently freak out about being the Actual Worst Choice for any sort of helping, especially since she was realizing that the two angels would need to work out some issues with one another as well. And that was assuming they'd be able to get Satan boxed up again. Oh, now she was starting to think like a Winchester (even more than she did already).

"Now, Daddy caught me up on the basics, but I'd appreciate a more in-depth explanation." Gabe (Jennifer idly noted that she was already giving him a nickname) turned a glare on Cas. "What the hell were you thinking, letting Lucifer possess you?!" he shouted at the other angel. Castiel flinched, and Kelly gaped.

"You what? So, this... this baby, this is all because of you?" she exclaimed. Dean glared at her.

"Hey! You-" Jennifer hit the flat of her palm on the metal table and cut him off.

"No!" she shouted. When everyone turned sheepish expressions her way. "Look, Gabe- Gabriel, did you not actually look at the episodes you gave me?" His expression told her everything she needed to know. "Yeah, uh-huh, well let me promise you: once you see those, you won't be pissed at Castiel anymore. I can promise you that." Jen turned a pointed, narrow-eyed look on Dean. He  set his jaw, looking guilty. "But we'll address that little issue after we get Satan back in the Cage." Because, despite wanting desperately to chew everyone out, Jen knew that now was not the time. "And maybe we'll see about my OTP, too," she muttered to herself.

"Well, I don't know about you all," Dean said slowly, "but I'd kinda like to finish my coffee and de-power Lucifer Jr. before he gets us all killed." Jennifer nodded hesitantly. They had work to do.