MJ and Jack separated from their family the night before the battle between Michael and Lucifer. Little did they know, that would be the last that they would see of their family.
Infection spread, and now the dead are walking among the living, and i...
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"Wait, what was that?"
MJ glances at Miguel. "What was what?" She questions as she loads her rifle.
"There was a figure. Someone walked by the door." He tells her, and she turns around to look at the open doorway.
"Keep loading the guns." She tells the other three. "I'll be right back."
"MJ..." Rick grabs her arm.
"I'll be fine." She says as she pulls the angel blade from her hip. "I can handle myself." Daryl watches as she walks toward the door, then she turns around and looks back at Miguel. "Which way?"
He points to her right and then she starts walking. She makes it a few feet from the room and then hears footsteps behind her, but they quickly fade. The footsteps come up on her left and she spins around, swinging the blade, but someone grabs her wrists and suddenly she's met with a familiar face.
"Careful with that thing, you're gonna kill me for good this time."
"Gabriel?" She questions, her voice low, as she steps back and lowers the blade. "I thought you were dead."
"No one can kill the trickster, not even little Luci." He says, and she scoffs.
"Little?"
He shrugs. "How's it going, kid?"
"Oh, fantastic." She says sarcastically. "Yeah, me and my friends back there were just about to throw a party."
"You are not an easy one to find."
"What do you want? Why are you here?" She questions. "And, how are you even alive? Lucifer stabbed you with an angel blade."
"I told you the day you found out who I am, you and I are meant to be the ones left standing." He says. "The middle children."
"So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?" Sam asks as the four Winchesters look at the angel standing in the burning ring of holy oil in the abandoned warehouse.
"Gabriel, okay?" He says as he looks at the youngest of the three siblings. "They call me Gabriel."
"Gabriel?" MJ echoes. "The archangel?"
"Guilty."
"Okay, Gabriel." Dean says. "How does an archangel become a trickster?"
"My own private witness protection." He says, and the siblings and their father all just look at him. "I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world... Until you three screwed it all up."
