Chapter 11

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Things has been hell since The Holmes and The Winchesters had left.

Gabe spent most of his time in Cas and John's dorm.

John spent a fair amount of time with Mary and Greg.

Greg and Mary also spent a lot of time in their dorm.

And they were all worried sick.

Gabe found out that Greg was trying to quit smoking, however, since Mycroft had been sent home, he'd broken in three times more than he usually did.

Mary hardly spoke, so make of that what you will.

John didn't believe in soulmates - still doesn't. Figures they're completely random - now more than ever. Furthermore, he reckons he's been paired with a particularly bad "soulmate" and instead wishes he'd been paired with, like, Jessica from third grade or Mary, or Sarah from high school.

Gabe reckoned he just wished he was straight.

Of course, getting to know new people wasn't very helpful at all right now.

One particularly tough night (with no texts from Sam, and a few bickers with friends) Gabe walked back to his apartment.

At first, he thought Dean was back. Then he realized it was someone so, so much worse.

"Michael." He said, patting his pockets down for his angel blade - that he didn't have.

"Hello, brother." Michael said, his owm angel blade slipping into his fingers. "Samuel and Dean will be returning shortly." He observed.

"So they will." Gabe muttered, trying to look like he wasn't about to fight his brother, an incredibly powerful archangel, without a weapon.

"Leave. Tonight, before they can return. With Castiel. Go somewhere. Anywhere. And one day, come home. Or I won't kill their families, I'll kill them."

"So, that was you." Gabe muttered.

"So, that was me." Confirmed Michael. "Gabriel, brother, I don't want to fight you-"

"Call me crazy, but if you don't want to fight me, I think it's as simple as setting down that blade, walking away and leaving The Winchesters the hell alone."

"You're crazy." Whispered Michael.

Then Gabe had lurched forwards and grabbed hold of Michael around the waist, using his own body force to push them both out the window.

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