Anastasia (Supernatural au: Gabriel X Reader)

Chapter 1

                Hell, 10 years ago...
   The halls of Hell were jam-packed with demons, angels, monsters, and humans alike, the women in gorgeous flowing gowns and the men in fancy suits. All of the guests, regardless of their race or species, were greatly enjoying themselves as they partook in wine and dancing.
   From his black throne, Crowley, the King of Hell, sat, enjoying a glass of some sort of drink, as he watched the party taking place. The party itself was in celebration of the demon himself, a party to celebrate his rule of the throne of Hell after the defeat and disappearance of Lucifer, the former ruler.
   Lucifer had been a menace to everyone of the guests involved and they were glad to be rid of him. Crowley had been the one to lead the revolution and had united all those who were now in attendance of his party and, after Lucifer's defeat, had been chosen to rule as king.
   A contented smile slowly spread over his face as he looked over the scene. Tonight had been a victory for all. Not only had they all saved the world from total and complete destruction, he had gained more friends and allies than he had ever believed he could have.
   His dark eyes scanned the room, looking over at the crowd until they settled on his wife, (m/n). She was beautiful and he had loved her since his awakening years ago.
   Thinking back, he remembered it as if it had been a day ago instead of several decades. He had woken up after being hunted down by the hellhounds following his deal. (M/n) had been there, dabbing a cool cloth across his face, and she spoke to him so gently that he could not help but fall in love with her so quickly he wasn't even sure how it had happened.
   She had been one of Lucifer's many maids but she had chosen to remain by Crowley's side. They had married and had a young daughter. After that, Crowley set out to fulfill the promise he'd made to her on their wedding night. That night, under the stars in the inky blackness of the sky, he had promised that one day he would rule Hell with her by his side as his queen. And he had kept his word.
   He smiled at the memory as he watched her chatting animatedly with Mary and John Winchester. The former shared her enthusiasm while the latter nodded, a small smile managing to grace his face.
   His eyes flicked to where his eight year old daughter was running, being chased by one of the Winchester's sons. The younger one whom Crowley had started referring to as Moose because of how large he was, even as an eleven year old. Moose's older brother, whom he had dubbed as Squirrel, for how squirrelly he tended to act at times, had caught (y/n) and spun her in a circle, teasing her with a noogie. Despite being 14, the boy was still fairly childish, Crowley observed.
   Crowley's attention was drawn from the children by a trumpet being sounded and Rowena being announced.
   Rowena was his mother and a powerful witch. Tonight, her fiery red hair had been placed in a fancy updo and she wore a long flowing green gown, an emerald necklace, and dangly earrings studded in green diamonds.
   The moment her gaze locked on her son, she rushed over to him and give him a warm hug. "Fergus, my boy, I couldn't be more proud of you!" She said, her Scottish accent dripping from her words.
   "Thank you, mother." He patted her back gently. "Maybe now that the devil's gone, we can rest peacefully for a time." His mother parted from their hug. "Are you sure your business in Paris cannot wait? (Y/n) misses having you around. The last time you left on a trip, I couldn't get her to sleep until you came back. I'm sure she would've dropped from exhaustion had it been any longer."
   "I'm sorry, my boy. I have things I need to do. But I want to talk to my precious girl, Fergus, so if you could send her here please?"
   Crowley smiled. "Alright." He walked over to where (y/n) was playing with the boys. "Hello, boys. If I could just borrow my daughter." He scooped his daughter up and spun her around in a circle, making the young girl giggle with excitement. "Princess, there's someone who wants to see you."
   He pointed over to where Rowena had taken his seat. She waved from her spot, shouting, "Hello, darling!"
   Excitedly, the young princess wiggled free from her father's grasp and broke into a run to meet her grandmother. Immediately, she jumped right into the older woman's arms.
   "Grand mama!" She shouted as she hugged her grandmother around the neck. "Please say you're not leaving me!" She spoke with a commanding tone despite the tears in her eyes, the sort of tone of voice that came from getting everything she wanted.
   Rowena smiled as she placed the little girl on her lap. "Sweet (n/n), I would stay with you forever if only I could. But I have a gift for you."
   Here, she pulled out a small box made of silver and gold with engravings of dragons, unicorns, demons, and angels covering it. On the front was a small hole for a key.
   "Where's the key, Grand mama?"
   Rowena snapped her fingers and a silver and gold chain appeared in her hand, a key at the end of it, studded in blue diamonds. The little princess let out a giggle as Rowena fit the key in the lock. A song filled the air that they both knew, only too well.
   "Our lullaby!"
   "That's right! All you have to do whenever you feel sad or alone is play this song and pretend that I am there with you. And there's one other thing. I'd like you to come stay with me in Paris for awhile."
   "Yes!" She shouted. "Yes yes yes!" They fell into each other's arms, unaware they were being watched.
                        * * * * *
   In a corner of the room stood the only angels who had become friends with Crowley. One of the angels, a tall one with black hair and blue eyes, crossed his arms, fidgetting nervously with his trenchcoat. The other one had his golden brown eyes fixed on the little princess, a small smile on his lips.
   "I don't like this, Gabriel." The taller angel said, fixing the cuffs on his trenchcoat.
   Gabriel scoffed. "You don't like most things, little bro."
   "I'm serious, Gabriel! Even though we stopped Lucifer, he's still out there somewhere! We shouldn't be here, partying when the fate of the world our father asked us to protect is in danger." Gabriel sighed and ignored his brother, his eyes still very much attached to the little girl who was currently hugging her grandmother and humming a tune. The other angel followed Gabriel's gaze. "What is your fascination with (y/n)?"
   Gabriel exhaled loudly. "Castiel, she's my soulmate." Castiel looked surprised. "Father charged me with guarding her because I am her literal guardian angel. It's my job to protect her."
   The look on Castiel's face turned to one of pity. "Do you love her?"
   Gabriel paused for a long moment. Then he looked up at his brother and said one word: "Yes."
                          * * * * *
   The party was in full swing by this point. Crowley had grabbed his wife by the hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. The music had been cranked up and everyone was enjoying themselves immensely.
   Suddenly, a very cold chill that hadn't been there before entered the throne room. Most everyone began shivering from it.
   Crowley had a sudden very bad feeling in his gut. Taking his wife by the hand, he made his way over to the thrones and pushed his family behind him. Rowena was holding (y/n) very tightly in her arms, trying to comfort the small girl.
   Fog began to fill the room and the lights went out. Everyone gasped and started looking frantically around, uncertain what to do.
   Gabriel pulled out his Archangel blade and, beside him, Castiel pulled out his angel blade, the both poised for a fight. The Winchester's also pulled out weapons, after sheparding their sons behind them.
   Everyone held their breath. At that moment, the sound of laughter reverberated in the room.
   The lights turned on in time for everyone to see the last person they wanted to see:
   Lucifer.