Purgatory Line

"when i grow up i want to be nothing at all."

"you've got front row seats to the penitence ball. when i grow up i want to be nothing at all." - the end. - my chemical romance

content warnings: mention of parental death, arguments, self-worth issues, depictions of intense guilt, parental anger

Jude packed her bag with quick, familiar precision. Her journals, her weapons, her clothing. She dressed quickly, too, holding her boots in her hand as she crept across the hallway to Lear's room.

She packed him more clothing, and his newish journal slipped into her bag. Jude debated waking him but finally decided she would have to. There was no way she could get the boy in the Corolla without waking him. Jude couldn't risk the brothers coming after them, not when she had just listened to Dean agree with Sam. The Winchester brothers would kill them, she was sure of it.

Jude cursed under her breath, watching Lear sleep. She was going to rip him from everything, she was going to lose everything. Fuck, she knew everything was too good to be true.

Jude closed her eyes, wondering who she could call on. Castiel - she didn't think about him too hard - wouldn't do it. He'd turn around and bring them to Dean, or Dean to them. Molly, she wasn't sure Molly had the juice to do it. She was just learning to fly.

Jude stomped her foot and closed her eyes tighter, calling for Gabriel. Her lips formed the words as she thought, thought as hard as she possibly could have, for him to come help. "Gabriel, please. Lear and I have to get out of here. Somewhere far away from Kansas, away from Dean and Sam. You have to help us, make sure that we disappear."

The room shuddered, and Jude almost laughed out loud when she opened her eyes and saw Gabriel. He was wearing the most ridiculous outfit Jude had ever seen on him - which wasn't hard because he only wore one outfit.

Gabriel was wearing name brand slides, ridiculous yellow board shorts, and a matching Hawai'in shirt. It looked like he had smothered sun cream over only his nose but hadn't rubbed it in, and the bucket hat he was wearing - which matched the shorts - hung disturbingly low over his eyes. He took a sip from his drink, a blue liquid in a martini glass with a freakin' tiny umbrella in it. Jude thought she was going to have a stroke looking at him.

"Heya, Weechester." Gabriel whispered, grinning at her. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Gabriel, what's this?" Jude gestured to him, taking a step forward. She only hesitated a moment before wrapping Gabriel in a hug. "It doesn't matter, you have to get me and Lear out of here." She looked up at him, and he didn't even question her. It made her feel like she was making a good decision.

Gabriel took Lear, first. Jude waited, anxiously chewing on her lip as the minutes clicked by. He appeared again, reaching a hand out to Jude. She took it and, just before she felt like Augustus in the tube again, Gabriel gave her a sad, small smile. She landed and fell to her knees in a hotel room, then, and spun to look for Lear. He was asleep in one of the beds, looking like he hadn't even be disturbed. She sighed and then moved to the window.

Jude gasped. They were on the coast - like, on the coast. The hotel was nestled right up to a beach that led to the ocean. It was familiar, like Jude had breathed the air and touched the sand before. "I may have taken a peek into your memories, Weechester. This is the beach your mother took you to." Gabriel tried to make his voice light, but Jude could hear the stress that lived there.

"The one from my dream." Jude mumbled.

"Yeah."

"It looks different." She turned to Gabriel and shut the curtains. "I guess it's been a few years, though. Thank you, Gabriel. You have no idea how much this means to me. I know my necklace keeps me from being tracked, but is there anything we can do so that Cas won't be able to find us through Lear?"