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Gabriel One-Shot Part Two

This is a continuation of the other Gabriel one-shot.  I apologize for any rocky spots.  I wasn't really in a good place when I wrote this.  

Ever since that night when you saved Gabriel, Sam and Dean had been trying to figure out what you are. You knew that they weren't even considering that you were a witch. They weren't even in that ballpark...but you knew they wouldn't stop until they figured it out. It was only a matter of time.

You went to Bobby's, knowing that you needed to talk to Sam and Dean. You needed to tell them the truth. It would sound better coming from you. When you made it to Singer's Salvage Yard, you hesitated in your car. You knew that they would want nothing to do with you, just like Gabriel. Except he had confessed his love for you for the very first time when he left you, making it hurt that much more. You walked up to the door and raised your hand to knock before you lost your nerve.

You stood there for a minute, beginning to think no one was home, when the door opened. Bobby leaned against the doorframe, clearly not wanting you there. He seemed guarded, more so than usual.

You gave give a small smile. "Hey Bobby."

Bobby crossed his arms. "What do you want, (Y/N)?"

The smile fell off your face. He definitely didn't want you there. "Are Sam and Dean here? I need to talk to them."

Bobby nodded but didn't move. "Yep."

You ran a hand through your hair. "Can I talk to them? Please?"

Bobby nodded again. Without moving away from the doorframe, he turned his head and called for the boys before studying you again. You were just starting to tense up and bolt when Sam and Dean appeared behind Bobby.

You released the breath you didn't know you'd been holding. "Sam, Dean. We need to talk."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "About?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. "What happened at the Elysian Fields hotel."

Sam snorted. "You mean where you threw Lucifer into a wall without touching him?"

You crossed your arms protectively across your waist. "Yeah."

Dean stepped around Bobby and out onto the porch with you. "Well, sister, we don't need to talk about it. We know what you are."

You raised your eyebrows. "Oh? And what would that be?"

Dean nodded at Sam, who started to read an exorcism. "Get ready, bitch, because you're going back to the hot seat."

You rolled your eyes. "That's a waste of time. It won't work."

Dean pulled an angel blade out from behind his back. "Angel then, huh? Good thing we had a backup plan."

Dean drew back the blade, you closed your eyes, hoping the blade would kill you if he plunged it into your heart. You waited, hoping your death would be a swift one. But the blow never came. You heard the sound of metal grinding. You opened your eyes to see that Dean's blade had been blocked with another angel blade.

Dean looked at the man in surprise. "Gabriel? You're alive?"

Gabriel smiled. "Well, hiya boys. Long time, no see."