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Gabriel leaves heaven with his youner sister because of the fighting and becomes Loki. Aother one is a spin off of the show where Sam and Dean have a younger sister I'm working on season one right now. and the third is a fanfic for my friend who likes slash

Then one is getting started where Sam and Dean summon a monster who they never really expected called a Guardian who are one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

“Oops.” The young angel said as she chased after the letter with fierce determination. She was the youngest angel in the Garrison, yet Joshua had trusted her with an important letter to take to Zachariah for him to give it to Gabriel himself to deliver. And now she had dropped it when she tripped.
Maybe if she could fly she would reach the letter faster, but her wings were too small to carry her. She almost had the letter when she hit someone, she fell backwards and hit the ground with a soft thud. She looked up already saying her apology when she realized who it was that she had run into.
Gabriel looked down at her with a smile, the letter clasped firmly in his hand. “No need to apologize, I should have looked more carefully. You’re kind of easy to miss.” She stood back up, dusting herself off. “Sorry.” She muttered again, she had only seen the archangels from afar but she knew that Gabriel was always smiling, laughing, sometimes telling a joke or a story. She’d never actually met him though.
“Stop that, young angels and their properness… what’s your name little one?” “Cierraphial, but most angels just call me Cierra.” She told him, surprised he was even speaking to her. But then again Joshua was the only angel who really spoke to her at all, except for one or two occasions where Castiel or Balthazar had said something to her.
“Well Cierra, I couldn’t help but notice you were running after this,” he held up the letter, “where were you taking it?” “Joshua told me to take it to Zachariah to give it to you, but” “But technically I already have the letter.” Gabriel finished, tucking the letter into his robes. “I was actually on my way to see Joshua right now.” She was looking up at him with her head tilted back, still wondering why he was bothering with speaking to her when not even the angels of lowest rank spoke with her. “Would you care to join me?”
“Yes please.” She said, her tiny gray-blue wings fluttering slightly from a breeze. They began walking back to the Garden. A thought briefly occurred to her that Gabriel could fly to the Garden but instead he was choosing to walk with her despite the fact that flying would be much faster and easier for him.
“Joshua?” Gabriel called upon entering the Garden. “Gabriel, I didn’t expect you.” Joshua said as he came toward them, walking between two beautiful dogwoods. He noticed Cierraphial standing beside him and added “I hope you weren’t disturbed.”
“No, I was already on my way here when I ran into Cierraphial here.” Gabriel told him ruffling her hair. She looked up at Gabriel then briefly at Joshua. “Well what brings you here Gabriel?” Joshua asked him. He glanced around “Raphael wished for me to bring him some violets for a remedy he’s making. One of the angels pulled a wing muscle.”
Joshua nodded, “How many does he need?” “He told me about a handful” Gabriel replied “Do you know where to find them? I was just on my way out, Father wanted to speak with me.” Gabriel looked thoughtful before replying “I can’t say I do know where to find them.” Joshua paused for a moment before saying “Cierra knows where they are, I’m sure she can find them.” Gabriel nodded “Thank you.”
Joshua left them quietly gone before Gabriel looked at Cierra. “So, lead the way.” He smiled and received a smile from the younger angel in turn. She lead the way through a grove of flowering apple trees “So you hang around here much?” Gabriel asked her stepping gingerly over an exposed tree root. “Most of my time I’m here, Joshua teaches me about the plants and things.” She ducked under the low hanging branches of a weeping willow, pushing them up just a fraction. Gabriel pulled his massive wings close to his body and slipped around after her.
She stopped beside a patch of tiger lilies, pushing them aside to reveal violets which had been concealed by the other flowers. “This is one patch, I think there are some more closer to the center of the Garden.” She said stepping back to let Gabriel pick some of the flowers. “No I think this’ll do.” He told her after a moment.
“Ok, I’ll tell Joshua that you got everything,” she told him looking at her toes. “Thank you, Cierra.” He told her, standing up and stretching out like a cat.
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“Gabriel!” Cierraphial called jumping onto the older being. Now, angels didn’t measure time. Or at least not the way humans did, but if they did Cierraphial and Gabriel had been hanging out with each other for over fifteen hundred years, just talking when everything was calm in Heaven or when Gabriel was bored of his older brothers.
“Did you hear that Father is creating a new world?” Gabriel asked her, sitting down and letting her get situated on his lap. She shook her head, big blue eyes pleading him to explain. “Well, Father decided that he wanted to create a solar system, the planet he’s calling Earth is going to have amazing animals, and plants, even more than the Garden does right now, he’s even going to create something called humans.” Gabriel smiled and she unwrapped her arms from his neck and wiggled a little more into his lap.
“They will be made in his image, and live in Eden. Maybe once he is finished I can take you down there with me, we can explore.” This time it was her turn to smile and leaned into Gabriel’s chest , “Will you tell me another story?” she asked him, tucking her face into his robes. “I don’t know, I think I’ve told you all the stories I know.”
“You’re lying.” She said, voice muffled slightly by the soft fabric. “Well then since you’re so sure.” He chuckled “I may be able to think of one.” She closed her eyes when he started the story. “Luci told me that he wanted to show me something, now at the time I was still very young. It was just me Lucifer, Raphael, Michael and a few of the older angels here in Heaven.” Cierra tried to picture Gabriel as her age but abandoned the attempt when she felt herself about to laugh.
“He took me out into one of the further galaxies…” Gabriel’s voice became distant as she felt herself start to fall into sleep. Now, angels could indeed sleep while many of the older angels chose not too sometimes, Cierra found out that sometimes Gabriel enjoyed a nap during the day. Many years later the angels would say that they couldn’t sleep when in truth because they were always alert and danger surrounded them they didn’t feel safe enough to sleep and therefore by their nature couldn’t sleep because they didn’t feel safe enough to leave themselves defenseless.
“he showed me how to enter the stars. Looking out from them everything was…”
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“Cierra?” Gabriel called as he walked through the Garden. “Hi Gabriel!” she called as she ran/stumbled up to her favorite brother. “Remember how I said we could go to Earth?” he waited for her to nod quickly. “Well Father agreed and I’m bored so” She rushed him, her arms wrapping around his waist in a hug “Can we go now?” “You read my mind Kiddo.” Gabriel picked her up and spread his wings before taking flight in long, swooping circles that had Cierra laughing delightedly.
Gabriel dove quickly making the youngest angel cling to him tightly. He snapped his wings out and landed on the hard packed ground of Earth. He set Cierraphial on the ground and tipped his head back into the Sun’s warmth.
When he looked around, he’d only closed his eyes for a second, Cierra was out of sight. He followed the feeling of her Grace until he found her, kneeling on the ground with a cheetah cub. “Made a new friend?” Gabriel asked just as the mother came over, winding around him like a house cat. “Can we keep them?”
“One pet is enough for me, besides I don’t think Father would be happy if we brought them to Heaven with us.” He petted the cat however and stood. “Come on, the point of exploring is to explore.” She nodded and jumped up reaching out and grabbing his hand.
They walked for hours until the sound of wings being folded alerted them to their brother’s presence. “Gabriel, Father wishes to see you.” “But I didn’t do anything this time!” he said offensively, mocking a pout just a little. “He wishes to see all four of us.” Lucifer said pushing his brother slightly. Gabriel looked like he was contemplating tackling his favorite brother but just smiled. “I’m right behind you Luci.” He reached a hand out to Cierraphial wanting to drop her off by the Garden or wherever before he left her.
He followed his brother smoothly none of the circles, drifting, or loops that he had flown in their earlier flight. He was quick and to the point, leaving Cierra in one of her favorite spots before going to see their Father. She sat down wondering what was going on, usually only one of the Archangels were wanted in their Father’s presence at a time, so something big was apparently going on, even someone as young as Cierra could see that.
* * *
“I know you’ve had to have noticed.” Gabriel said as he walked with her through the Garden. “Yes.” She nodded, of course she had noticed the change in mood around Heaven. Even Joshua had been distant and quiet since the day that Cierra and Gabriel had visited Earth. “Do you know what everything is about?” He asked her as the made their way toward a low bench.
“No,” she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to either, not with the resigned look on her brother’s face. “You know that Father had us all promise to love the humans even more than Him.” she nodded, they all had to take the pledge. “Well, not all of us made the promise. Lucifer refused too, that’s why everything has been so tense around here.” She looked up at him with wide eyes and the soft honey of his own eyes were missing the usual spark they carried. She climbed up into his lap and looked up at him again. “Can you tell me another story? The one where Balthazar and Uriel tried to prank you?” she knew that whenever he told that story he would laugh and she didn’t like this sad Gabriel. It was like he was just waiting for the tension to break. But then again she guessed they all were.
He started in on the story from the beginning and a small spark of joy showed behind his eyes as he spoke.
* * *
The tension finally broke only a little while later by angel time.
Cierra was picking some of the flowers that were dead or dying off of the bushes when she heard the rustle of large wings behind her. She kind of half-turned to look who it was and it kind of surprised her to see Gabriel there as she hadn’t seen or heard from him since the dark cloud began hovering around two weeks ago. “Gabriel?” she brightened up at seeing him.
“Hey Kiddo.” His voice was flat and his wings hung back behind him showing just how defeated he felt. Worried she shuffled around and looked up at his face bottom lip sticking out slightly as she scrutinized him. “What’s wrong?” she asked him standing up so that the top of her head came up to the bottom of his chin.
“Nothing, it’s just Michael’s not very happy with me and Lu- with Lucifer gone…” he trailed off and Cierra frowned and framed his face in her small hands. “Gabe?” she brushed away a tear with her thumb, “I’m ok Kiddo. Just a little sad.” He pulled her hands back and gave her a weak smile.
She pouted for a second the put her arms around his neck in a hug and kissed his cheek “No crying.” She murmured “You’re not allowed to cry, you’re supposed to smile.” He gave a weak smile and picked the little angel up and hugged her against his chest. “Why is big brother Michael mad at you?” she asked as she wiggled in his arms to look at him. “I didn’t help him banish our brother” she looked at his for a few moments before tucking herself back against his chest.
“You’re o-tay though? Big brother shouldn’t be mad at you.” Gabriel nodded even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I’m ok.” It was a blatant lie and he knew it but as long as she believed it and put her mind at ease he would say it. It helped she couldn’t see his face though.
“So no more crying?” she spoke into his robes. “No more crying.” He told her petting her hair slightly, “Promise?” “Yeah, I promise.” She made a happy, content sound and just sat with her Big Brother. She didn’t see the older being biting his lip with his eyes squeezed shut.
* * *
Slowly Heaven became a place void of much emotion and deserted almost entirely of laughter. Fighting amongst the angels became common and Gabriel found himself more and more taking refuge in his work on Earth. He watched the humans and saw Pagan gods and goddesses come to life.
He found the Pagans to be curiously interesting, he didn’t like that they were taking worship away from his Father but they were nice for the most part. Sometimes he would find himself watching the fairies and nymphs while over the forests before he returned home. It worried him as he saw his oldest brother becoming distant from the others, himself and Raphael included.
“Michael, wait.” Gabriel was flying after his brother with increasing distress. “Michael!” he poured on the speed, he needed to stop his brother before things got out of hand. His brother turned to face him “What Gabriel?!” his eyes were cold and calculating. He was unlikely to listen to anything Gabriel had to say.
“Michael, you can’t do this! They’re young, they don’t know everything it’s just them trying to understand things they can’t ever possibly understand. If you just-” Michael cut him off “Gabriel, this is an act of rebellion and it should be treated as so. They must understand the consequences of their actions.” Gabriel stared slightly, this wasn’t the brother he knew. “Let me deal with them, we don’t need to punish them this severely Brother. They just need to learn more about things.”
“No Gabriel. Now return to your duties and let me deal the punishment that is fit, unless you wish to join me.” Michael’s eyes held contempt against his brother concealed along with other emotions but there. Gabriel knew his brother had never truly forgiven him for refusing to help cast Lucifer out but seeing it so clearly now hurt. “No Michael.” It pained him to have to back down from his brother but he knew that fighting anymore would only cause more problems.
“I thought so.” He turned and left his little brother where he was to watch after him silently.
* * *
Cierra was curled into a ball her head resting on the edge of one of his wings sleeping peacefully as Gabriel looked at the sky. He had finally made up his mind a few nights ago, he couldn’t watch his brothers tear each other apart any longer. He loved them too much. So he was silent as he moved his wing gently to free it from the youngest angel’s head and stood to his full height.
He took one hesitant step toward the place he had chosen to leave from when he heard a small voice sleepily say “Gabriel?” He looked back at Cierraphial and crouched back down, “Hey, go back to sleep Kiddo.” He placed a gentle hand on her head “Where were you going?” He smiled softly “Nowhere important. Go back to sleep.”
She frowned and sat up, “Were you leaving?” The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. She threw herself at him landing in his lap and holding onto him with as much strength as her small frame would allow. “Cierra,” Gabriel looked down at her “come on let go.” He pleaded. She shook her head “nah uh.” He reached his hands down ready to pull her off of his lap when she said “Take me with you” she hadn’t relinquished her hold on him and he sighed sadly.
“I wish I could Kid but I don’t know when I’ll be back.” If you’ll be back his mind corrected. “I don’t care.” He set his jaw “No Cierraphial.” He sat her down only to have her fling herself back up into his lap again. “Please, you’re the only one who talks to me.” “I can’t Cierra, so just stop ok. Castiel and Balthazar speak to you, as does Joshua.” She pouted “No they don’t not in six thousand Earth years for Joshua and he was the last one to speak to me.” She looked up at him, his face was still hard and he wasn’t changing his mind. He wasn’t going to let her hurt herself with this like he was, no matter how he knew it was better than watching his brothers.
“Just go back to sleep, I’ll be back before you know it. Our other siblings will keep you company until I do get back.” He’d rather tell a small lie and keep her here than have her following him. She just shook her head stubbornly and wiggled closer, holding on harder and pushing her face against him “You’re my only brother.” She mumbled. “You don’t mean that.” Gabriel said but she nodded stubbornly. He was the only one who spoke to her because he wanted to, the only one who really cared about her so in her eyes he was her only brother.
Gabriel breathed a breath and kissed the top of her head “Ok Cierra, ok. But it’s going to be a while before we get back,” he stood up and thought for a moment. He had planned on it just being him and him alone making this journey and somewhere inside he was grateful not to be alone, not to suffer this alone. But still, he had made his vessel a long time ago.
Not all angels could make a vessel for themselves only angels with serious power could or an angel who’s wings are not fully formed so maybe just maybe he could help Cierra make one. A vessel could be tracked, but a vessel an angel made was the closest to invisible they could become without totally disappearing from the universe all together, not untraceable but close. A vessel made shows an angel as what the look like in a human form. A manifestation of their Grace and molecular structure together, the downside was they couldn’t just drop that vessel at any time when they felt like it.
“I need you to be quiet ok?” he said picking her up once again, it took only seconds to reach the place he had found to leave from. He crouched down for a second running a hand over the ground before standing back up to full height and drawing Cierraphial tight against his chest and telling her to hold on tight and not to let go. He closed his eyes, reached out his mind to check for anyone around, then he fell forward wings just barely unfolded from his back enough to steer himself.
He let his grace reach out to Cierra’s lending her enough power so that when they hit Earth she’d have a vessel. He himself however had created his vessel years ago, ready for use whenever he decided to leave.
* * *
He opened his eyes and looked around himself holding back a flood of emotions as he stood on his feet. Cierra was just then sitting up rubbing her eyes as if waking up from a nap. He half stumbled over to her and collapsed back against a tree sitting just to her left. “You ok Cierra?” he asked. She ducked her head down for a second and squeezed her eyes shut before nodding. Neither one of them could say that they were good because both felt nauseous and slightly unsteady as an angel always did when entering a new vessel for the first time.
Gabriel adjusted quickly, he was on Earth a considerable amount over other angels but he was still weak at the knees. Not because of the change, no he could handle that, but because he couldn’t feel any of them. He had cut himself off completely, he couldn’t feel anyone’s grace except for Cierraphial’s and he couldn’t hear the almost unceasing chatter on what would later be called ‘angel radio’.
He felt, for the first time, completely and truly alone. “Gabe?” He squeezed his eyes shut a little tighter before opening them and laying a hand on her head and ruffling her light brown hair a bit, “You feeling better now? I know it’s soon but we need to move.” He told her. She took one of his hands in both of hers and pulled herself up to her feet, using the appendage as a support while she got the feel of how her vessel worked.
“Where are we going?” she asked after a moment looking up at him with her head tilted slightly to the side. “To a little house I have here on Earth, it’ll be safe for now.” He knew he’d have to tell her what they were hiding from but right now that was a good enough answer for her because she nodded and reached her arms up toward him waiting to be picked up.
He conceded and picked her up, though somewhat shakily, because he remembered how it felt to enter a new vessel for the first time, especially for someone so young. “I’m sleepy.” She murmured against his collar bone. “I know, but stay awake for me right now Cierra. I promise the house isn’t far.” He shifted her little and took off toward the house, landing in the little living room.
He carried her into a little side room and set her down on the soft feather mattress. They were in China about sixty miles west of Mount Fuji and by the Christian calendar it was 19 B.C. Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. What was he doing? He’d had this planned out, he knew what he needed to do. He needed to figure this out quick or both he and Cierra were dead. No not dead, they’d just wish they were.
Her vessel, now that he looked at it, appeared to be about seven. Her hair was the color of milk chocolate with light streaks of golden-blond running through it, her skin was light and she was thin. A few freckles peppered her skin, some across the bridge of her nose so light that they could only be seen when the light hit her face the right way.
Gabriel lay back slowly and closed his eyes. He could hear the rain, a slow rhythm that steadily grew harder as time progressed. Tomorrow he would explain his plan to her and by the end of the week they would travel to the Norse Pantheon and speak with Odin. The Pantheon was newer and Odin didn’t know all of its members yet, Gabriel had checked early before he ever made his plan.
He let the rain lull him into a place that was just on the border of sleep and wakefulness.
* * *
“Ok Kiddo, let me do the talking unless someone asks you a direct question.” Gabriel told her again as they walked down the hall of Odin’s Palace. “Oka-ay” she said with a smile. They had gone over the plan almost a dozen times in the past four days. She didn’t completely understand why they had to create disguises but she did understand that it was important.
The entered wide double doors with a winding oak carved into it, a man sat inside the room speaking to a young goddess with dark hair that fell around her shoulders in waves. He motioned for Cierra and Gabriel to come in as he waved the young woman away. “Welcome, excuse me for not knowing but you are?” The man gave Gabriel and apologetic look but he smiled “Loki. And this is my sister Kirafel,” he pulled her a little closer.
She stood there shifting every now and then but otherwise keeping to herself. She looked around the room and noticed that it was… extravagant. Red silken curtains and a long table that was set as if for a party, food piled high on silver plates and the white marble floor polished to a reflective shine. The ceiling was supported by golden arches and dark mahogany beams like that the doors were carved of.
Her mind replayed everything Gabriel had told her about their plan, Loki Gabriel’s cover was the god of mischief while her cover as Kirafel was the goddess of creativity and the arts. She had a soft voice that could carry easily and steady hand for paints and other visual art forms. “Isn’t that right Ki?” Gabriel- Loki’s voice pulled her from her musings and she looked up a little caught off guard by the question she missed “Huh?”
“I said we’d love to come back later for a dinner, socialize a bit. What do you think?” Cierra thought about it for a split second before nodding “Yes please.” Odin laughed “Well I hope to see you there then Loki. And nice meeting you to Miss Kirafel.” She shook his hand politely if not a little shyly. The two of them were escorted out of the room by a guard and then they were free to speak without fear of being overheard. “So a party?” she asked him.
“Yep, figured we could make some connections here in the pantheon help secure our place.” He put a hand on her head. “You know that nickname works two ways right Ki?” she said with a smile leaning into his side a bit. “It sounds better when I say it though Kiddo.”
“Sure it does.” She laughed rolling her shoulders slightly; she wasn’t quite used to having her wings nonexistent on this plane. They reached their little house and Cierra plopped down onto one of the small benches outside, looking over the mountains.
* * *
It was huge. That was the only word that described the party. The dining hall which had seemed so huge earlier now felt a little cramped. Gabriel moved along the crowd, convincing Cierra to stick with the younger gods and goddesses around here he had left to mingle himself.
He’d met Thor earlier and he wasn’t exactly what Gabriel would have expected. He was fun for sure but not the most organized god in Asgard. He mixed and mingled speaking to so many people he wasn’t really sure how many. “Loki!” it took him a second to respond to the new name he’d given himself but he played it off “Odin, It’s good to see you again.”
“I’m just glad you could make it. How is the mead?” he asked and Loki nodded “Very good, I’ll have to ask you where you get it.” “That’s not a secret I’m willing to share my friend.” The spoke for a little while longer before Odin excused himself and went to speak with Baldur, Gabriel had spoken with him earlier. He wasn’t a fan. A self-obsessed, egotistical, jerk was all Gabriel had gotten from him.
“Loki?” A young goddess approached him “My name is Angboda.” He held out her hand and he took it. “It’s nice to meet you.” He told her, taking in her appearance. Long black hair that fell in waves down to her waist and almost purple eyes. She was a few centimeters taller than him too. “What brings you here tonight?” he asked her and she smirked back at him slightly “I have a friend here who wanted me to join her. What about you?” He grinned “I’m fairly new ‘round here and figured best place to meet everyone was tonight.”
“Loki?” Cierra looked up at him apologetically. One moment Kiddo. He sent to her through his mind and smiled at Angboda “Sorry but it seems I have to cut this meeting short.” He gave a mischievous smirk and she replied “I hope to speak to you again soon.” “Me too.” He watched her weave back into the crowd and turned to Cierra “Ready to go?” She nodded biting her lip and holding on to the edge of his jacket as he took off.
* * *
“Loki?!” Kirafel, as she’d been known for the past 200 years, said running into the room “Eos and Tyche were wondering if I could come down to the river with them. Can I go?” Even though she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself she found it was better to ask Gabriel before leaving with other gods/goddesses. “Go, go. I was about to go out anyways… town butcher.” Loki told her brushing his hair from his face and walking with her towards the door. “Thank you!” she said throwing a hug around his waist before running ahead of him outside.
She ran over to Eos and Tyche then and they headed to the river talking excitedly about what they’d been doing.
Loki showed up in town walking slowly down the dirt street, he acted like he didn’t know his way around. He moved slowly and looked at every place like he was trying to memorize where everything was. "Hello? Sir?” A young boy ran up to him, his dark curly hair standing out against the light colored road. “Can I help you?” He asked the boy looking down into bright brown eyes. “Yes, um, you dropped these” he held up two gold coins and Gabriel’s eyes widened, he reached down and patted his pockets finding a hole in one. “Crap,” he muttered than “Thanks kid,” he started to reach for the coins before stopping himself “You know what, keep ‘em” he said and the boy looked at him in awe “Really?”
“Yeah, not a lot of people would’ve brought those back to me, keep them.” “T-thank you!” the kid turned to leave and Gabriel stopped him “Hey kid, what’s your name?” The boy looked back at him “Ethan” Gabriel nodded at him and he ran back to the Blacksmith shop where he was probably apprenticed.
Gabriel made his way back down the street smiling a little more and feeling a little better. Pausing outside the butcher shop doorway to let a woman come out he thought about what he was going to do before pushing through the entrance. Of course he wasn’t going to buy anything; he wouldn’t be here if he was. He’d found out that the butcher was not only over charging but he was using meat he’d found in the woods, causing most of the people he sold too, to get sick. Extremely sick.
He’d thought about the punishments he could use and had finally settled on one, he stepped up to the counter and put on a smile.
* * *
“Gabe?” Gabriel looked up sharply it had been a long time since anyone had used his real name and Kir- Cierraphial only used it when she really needed to get his attention. “Someone’s here to see you.” She had this small frown on her face and he stood up quickly becoming concerned. He gently pushed his little sister to the side as he walked down the hall. They were in South America a small village on the east coast, he’d just begun picking his first target so no one should know he was here. But when he saw who was standing just outside his doorway the heart-beat he didn’t need stopped. Standing in the doorway was the one being who could ruin his life with two words.
His brother smiled cat-like at him as he drawled “Hello Gabriel.”
* * *
Kirifel watched her brother go rigid in the doorway as she stood just around the corner. She didn’t recognize the voice, wait no that was a lie. She recognized but she hadn’t thought of them in so long it was hard to place. “What are you doing here?” Gabriel says voice scarily neutral a way it hadn’t been in over a thousand years. “I need to speak with you.” The other man says, she’d only caught a brief glance of the man and now Gabriel was blocking her view. “About?” Gabriel was hesitant but let the man pass slowly after a reply Cierraphial missed.
The man was young Cierra noted as he walked down the hall about 18 or so with dark brown hair that was grown out some. “Gabriel, many of us thought you dead but there were rumors. Outside of the garrison that is, of your survival here on earth. Not many believe them though.” Gabriel looked at Cierra before pulling her close. At about 10 now she had cut her hair and kept it braided when she left the house. Walking into the main room they sat across from the other angel.
“Why are you here Aridriel?” Cierraphial swallowed of course, Aridriel. He;d been one of the few angels who came around the garden after the fall. He’d spoken to her once or twice and not much more than that. “I want to ask you to come back.” Gabriel laughs “You’re kidding me right? Me go back. To heaven. Oh that is rich!” Aridriel was taken aback his brother had laughed in heaven before, well everything but it had been full of light and beauty almost melodic, never was it this bitter, mocking laugh he used now. “Please brother, things have gotten.” He pauses thinking of a word that could describe the way everything had fallen apart. “chaotic. Blasphemous even. There is talk of bringing on Armageddon within the Host.” Cierra tucks herself under her brother’s arm listening carefully. “I’m not going back. And it’s in your best interest to keep your mouth shut about this visit.” The younger of the two angels opens his mouth but is quickly cut off “It’s time you leave Aridriel.”
The other angel stands ready to leave “Gabriel-” “Now. And it’s Loki.” The rush of wings fill the air and Gabriel sags a little resting his head on top of Kirifel’s. “Well, that was exhausting. What’d you say we get something sweet?” he asks standing up and stretching . Jumping up Kirifel nods “Come on!”
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Season 1

22 years ago
“Goodnight Sammy.” Mary Winchester said as she tucked her youngest son Sam in his crib. Her husband John stood behind her and lifted their other boy, a four year old named Dean, up asking him if he was ready to play football. “No, Daddy.” He smiled.
After tucking Dean into bed, Mary retired to her and John’s own room ready for a good night’s rest while John went downstairs where he could watch TV until falling asleep himself. Only a few hours later however, young Sammy’s crying woke his mom who almost immediately went to see what caused her son to wake. However; when she passed the nursery John was already there, standing beside Sam’s crib, trusting her husband to take care of him she went downstairs to turn off the tv.
But, wait. John was asleep on the couch watching a Vietnam war movie! Then, who was with… Sammy! Turning on her heel Mary raced back towards the nursery, her scream woke John. Upon entering the nursery what John saw was nothing, he walked over to Sam’s crib and rested a hand by his head where something warm splattered. Knowing the roof didn’t leak, he looked up and froze. Mary Winchester was pinned against the ceiling red bleeding out in a stain over the white of her nightgown, he barely had time to call her name before the ceiling erupted in flames.
“Take your brother outside as fast as you can, don’t look back! Now, Dean go!!” John passed his youngest son to his oldest and returned to the room trying desperately to save his wife. The boys stopped to look back for mere seconds when their father scooped them up into his arms without pause. Mary was not with him.
This started a journey, one that would bring them not only terrifying discoveries but another young but strong sibling.

Stanford, October 2005.
“Dean? You scared the crap out of me.” Sam said breathlessly from where his brother had him pinned against the floor. “That’s cause you’re out of practice.” Dean replied just before his brother flipped him. “Or not. Get off of me.” Sam pulled his brother to his feet.
“Dean, what the *ell are you doing here?” asked happy to know his brother was still alive but alarmed as well because Dean wouldn’t be here if everything was alright. “Well I was looking for a beer.” He laughed, smiling warmly at his brother. “I told him he should knock and wake you up like a normal idiot.” A young female voice said from closer to the window. “Not that I put much effort into convincing him.”
Sam was already moving to give the voice’s owner a bone crushing hug when she stepped out to meet him. Kirsten had changed a lot since he last saw her, but given his little sister had been had been fifteen when he left for Stanford it shouldn’t have surprised him. When Sam pulled her close for the hug she could comfortably rest her head on his shoulder with a little leverage from her toes “Good to see you too Sammy.” She gasped out, he let her go and stepped back watching as she took a deep breath, refilling her lungs with slightly scented air.
When the light flicked on it was almost painfully bright but it brought everyone’s attention to the figure in the doorway. “Sam?” “Jess, hey. Dean, Kirsten, this is my girlfriend. Jessica.” “Wait, your brother Dean?” Jess asked. Dean smiled “I love the Smurfs.” He said and Kirsten rolled her eyes. “You know I got to tell you, you are completely out of my brother’s league.” “Just let me put something on.” Jess said and Kirsten moved beside Sam “Oh no. No no no. I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.” Dean said pleadingly “Dean if you don’t stop hitting on your brother’s girlfriend I will hit you.” Kirsten said with a smile, “Hi nice to meet you.” She shook Jessica’s hand “Maybe we can swap embarrassing stories about Sam sometime?” she asked and Jess, much to Sam’s horror, nodded “Sounds great.”
“Well, sorry but we need to borrow your boyfriend here for a second.” Dean told her from where he had moved back over to Sam. Sam however insisted that they could say anything in front of Jess. “Ok, umm. Well, dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Sam drew a breath and shifted “Well he’s working overtime he’ll stumble back in sooner or later.” Dean and Kirsten exchanged looks. “He’s been on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.” Kirsten clarified. “Jess excuse us, we have to go outside.”
“It’s ok; me and Jess here can get a jump on the story swapping.” Kirsten said deciding to let them figure out what they wanted to do first, then her and Sam could catch up. She waited until they had left the room before following Jess into the kitchen. “So you’ve been putting up with my brother for me.” She said taking a seat across from Jess “He’s not that bad.” Jess laughed, “I know but as little sister by title I have to give him a hard time.” “I know how that is, have an older brother of my own.”
“So you first, have you gotten him to go to any parties?” “Not many but some, he never gets drunk enough to do anything worth blackmail material.” Jess said half between laughing and sounding terribly sad. “So now you.” Kirsten looked thoughtful, blue eyes glittering thoughtfully. “Ok out of seven years of knowing him I’m going to start small. Did you discover his inner fan girl yet?” “No.” Jess leaned forward interested. “If you want to see it just tell him Gilmore Girls is on. No matter how much he’ll deny liking it, walk out for ten minutes and he’ll be on the couch with popcorn and a pillow in his lap.”
“Wait you said seven years, how old are you?” Jess asked “I’m 19.” “Then-” Just then Sam and Dean with him came back into the house and while Dean hung back in the kitchen with his sister Sam went upstairs with Jess. “She’s nice, good for Sam.” Kirsten said off handedly, looking after them. She hoped she and Jess could hang out some more. She missed being close to Sam ‘Maybe I can take a break from hunting for a while.’ She thought happily. ‘Take some art and music classes of my own.’ She smiled a little, scuffing her shoe against the tile of the floor. “Yeah, I just hope we find Dad soon.”
When Sam came back down Jess kissed him and reminded him to be back before Monday. Bumped to the back seat of the impala Kirsten leaned forward and asked Sam “So what’s Monday?” Sam looked back at her “I have a law school interview.” He smiled “Well, well, well. Look at you! Who’d you pay off?” she fixed him with a look that had them both cracking up a bit.
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“So you and Jess got along?” Sam asked his sister their eyes meeting in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, sadly she wasn’t able to give me any good stories yet.” She smiled. “How’re you liking school?” she stretched out as much as she could while still sitting up.

Season 6 (the time between 5-6)
“Come to bed?” she asked him wrapping arms around his neck from behind the back of the couch. He was watching HBO, Band Of Brother’s from the looks of it. She smiled sleepily “Please?” “In a little while Kiddo.” He told her kissing her wrist where it rested against the bottom of his cheek. “Mind if I sit with you then?” the words were whispered like any to noise that was too loud would break the very reality they were in.
She didn’t wait for an answer, just slid around the end of the couch and up under his arm. She smiled up at him and closed her eyes getting comfortable. It took him a second to relax, he was still getting used to the other aspects of relationships, cuddling, watching bad movies curled up on the couch together, etc. even though he was perfectly comfortable lounging around by himself with the Weekly World News and other human traits.
She curled her legs up onto the couch, her knees brushing Gabe’s as his arm rested around her shoulders and his hand rested on her leg, comforting and warm. She yawned once before falling on the border of sleep and awareness, listening to the sounds of the TV as it played on.

Season 8 (still transferring this piece)
Sitting in her room, her back against the soft cream colored wall as she sat on her bed reading one of the old red leather journals from the extensive collection downstairs. She was just turning one of the pages, surprisingly they were not brittle or stuck together like most books of it age, when the tell-tale sound of wings filled her in on the new presence.
It still confused her on how Gabriel never ceased to find them or more often her within and out of the Men of Letters base but she’s never asked him about it, there were more important matters at hand usually. Closing the book she set it on the lamp table to her right “Hey Gabe.” She looked up at him and shot to her feet off of the bed giving the swaying archangel turned trickster some support.
She felt something hot a sticky where her arm rested on Gabriel’s other side and she moved him over to the bed. “What happened?” she worked to pull the military style jacket off of his shoulders “Ran into some of my little brothers, turns out-” he hissed when the way he moved his arm pulled at his side “they’re not so little anymore.” He watched as his jacket landed in the corner. A faint glow was coming from under the maroon of Gabriel’s button up which was growing darker with blood around the slash in the fabric.
Looking at his face she noticed he was pale and Kirsten stopped for a moment “Get that shirt off, I’ll be right back.” she left the room quickly, rolling her eyes at Gabriel’s response of “trying to get my shirt off already? I’m surprised at you kiddo!”

Look I know I’ve never given you a reason to trust me but listen to me now, because I’m about to save your life. And maybe I can save mine in the process.
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It was cold, really cold. But what else would you expect in the middle of December? I was sitting on the roof of my house, looking up at the glittering stars. I was thinking to myself why did I come out here in this weather? Oh yeah, to try and hide from my Step-Father. You see, I like you, so I will tell you a secret. The world might end tomorrow. My Step-Father Brad is apparently a physic. More like psycho if you ask me. He said he contacted some spirit who said that there is gonna be a war tomorrow between the humans and some angels that want to start the apocalypse and are coming to kill us. You might be thinking ‘Oh, That’s nice!’ Not so much.
You see, when I say ‘us’ I mean ALL of US as in humanity. So yeah it’s just lollipops and rainbows. Well I mean looking at our position on the Earth compared to the Supernatural… we are small. Oh yeah and apparently angels aren’t a big enough problem for Brad. He has to throw demons into the mix too!
So yeah I’m hiding from- Crud. Well I was relaxed-ish but I hear my brother Ash, not bothering to take care of not making the tin roof ring, coming toward me. “Alison!! Dad wants you to come back inside!!! Now!!” Ugh. Stupid older brother. Yep you heard right. My name is Alison. I have alchemy powers. Yea, like magic. No, not bippity, boppity, boo magic. Like controlling the elements, magic, but I can’t control it too well. I soaked him with a bucket of water; there are ways to rig a house without powers. It drenched his head and chest. He looked up at me. “ALISON!!!!! YOU BETTER DRY ME OFF NOW!!!” I jumped down from the roof and landed behind him without a sound. “Boo.” He squealed and jumped as high as the Eiffel Tower. “Don’t you scare me like that!! You better dry me off now!!!” I grabbed a towel from the window sill and dried him off. He looked at me with a small smirk. “Brad got so mad when you left dinner unexcused! He started yelling and made Kiki cry.” He knew Kiki was my one weak spot. “He… made… her… cry?!?” I said between gritted teeth. I was flaming mad. I was surprised my eyes weren’t flaming, though the roof was popping from the sudden heat being forced upon it.
We walked into the house and I stared hard at Brad. “Where’s Kiki?” I said angrily, not taking my eyes off of him. “Her room.” He said in an ever calm voice that he knew annoyed me. I stormed off but when I got to the hallway outside of her room, I heard her sobbing to her favorite stuffed bunny, Mimi.

“Oh, Mimi, I only want for us to be a happy family. The only one who really understands me is Ali.” She had always called me ‘Ali’ since she could talk. I walked into her room acting like I had never heard her conversation with her bunny. “Hey hun, you okay?” I wiped a few tears off of her cheek and she smiled bravely up at me. “How much did ya hear?” “None.” I said lying. “I was just talking to Mimi…” I smiled. “You know you can talk to me anytime sweetie.” Kiki was one of the only people who say my soft side “I know, but Mimi is a bunny and she’s soft and fluffy!” I couldn’t help but giggle. She was so sweet sometimes, but was also way to emotional. Our mom had been laid up “sick” in her room every year for Kiki’s birthday and ignored her the entire time! No wonder the kid was a wreck. I mean, me and Ash always did our best to cheer her up, but she had always just locked herself in her room at some point in the day and said all she wanted was for her mommy to care about her being alive. It was just so much, one day, she just broke. Now she gets over emotional over anything. I talked to her for a while until she finally fell asleep.
We went to bed that night, and thought nothing was going to happen the next day. Boy, were we wrong. I and Ash woke up hearing Kiki screaming. We jolted out of bed, down the stairs and into mom and dad’s room, where the screaming had come from. We saw Kiki, frozen in mom and dad’s doorway, with Mimi in her hand. She heard us coming and turned towards us and ran into my arms. She kept sobbing, “They’re dead! They’re dead!” We thought she was a lunatic until we walked into their bedroom. Covered in blood, mom and dad where slaughtered. Their necks torn apart, heads screwed on backwards, and more gruesome details you don’t wanna hear. My brother kinda screamed, which surprised me. I looked at Kiki and she was bawling her eyes out. I brushed her hair down with my hand trying to calm her while I myself was freaking out.
I held her tighter and we both ran into the living room while my brother just about passed out on the floor. When we got to the living room, I grabbed my cell phone. I tried to turn it on. Dead. I grabbed the home phone, dialed 911, and a grumpy male cop answered. “Hello?” “Our-.” I took a breath trying not to throw up “Our parents were murdered. “Oh really?” I got ‘really’ annoyed at that. “Yes really! My little sister woke up this morning, walked to my mom and dad’s room, and saw them dead. Are you gonna freaking do something about it or not?!?!?!” I was yelling at him by the end “Fine what’s your address?”
I told him our address then hung up the phone, turning to Kiki I gathered her close to me rocking her gently. “Ash?” I said uncertainly, my brother took a few calming breaths and nodded to let me know he was ok.
Well as ok as any of us could be. We sat just like that, Kiki in my arms, me on the couch and Ash on the floor hand resting on my ankle, a gesture of comfort for him. We were still just like that when the cops came in. A female cop came in, with a look of kind of sadness when she saw us. “I’m really sorry about your mom and dad. I had the same thing happen to me. I was about the same age as your sister there when I lost them.” She nodded at Kiki. Three police officers passed us while two more escorted us out the door, with gentle but firm hands. They sat us on the back of the car and began speaking to Ash first. “Who was the one who found the bodies?” A male officer asked not offering his name and we weren’t about to ask it of him.
“That was Kiki, my youngest sister.” He said looking at Kiki who was hugging Mimi to her chest and while the female officer, who I overheard call herself Jenny Monroe, tried to calm her to where she could be understood. “Would anyone have a reason to do this?” he asked and it was easy to tell the question was directed at the both of us. “No sir, not that I can think of. I mean my step-dad was a real jerk sometimes but no one would do… that.” I said wincing as the image of my parents bodies was brought to the front of my mind.
“You had problems with your step-father?” he asked and then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the briefest flash of anger, almost invisible, in Ash’s gray-green eyes. Now my brother isn’t large really. But he’s tall, a little under six foot when barefoot but easily six foot when in his boots or favorite tennis shoes, which he was wearing now, he’s broad shouldered but lean, and he’s fairy muscled. He isn’t muscular, per say, but he’s wiry. He has strawberry blonde hair that’s more red than blonde. It kind of clashes with his other appearance aspects and we have no idea where he got it from.
He can be intimidating and the thin, curved scar running from his shoulder down his arm and across his ribcage can add to the fact even though it disappears into the tank top he’s fallen asleep in after a few inches. “Are you trying to say that we did this sir? Because if you are, I would like you to rethink that statement. Yes, we had the normal problems of a family with two teenagers, a 6 year old, and their parents… “The cop actually seemed to shrink back from the steel-grey eyes that were scrutinizing him. “Where’d ya get the scar? Your dad get angry? Is that why you killed him?” I lost it. “Who are you accusing here SIR? Ash because he didn’t do it, he was beside me all night. Me? I wouldn’t do anything like that to them! What the freak who killed them did to them is INHUMAN! So I guess you’re accusing my sister? A 6 year old little girl with a stuffed bunny? I don’t think she could’ve even thought of killing them or them dying in her LIFE! I-”
“Ali!” Ash half yelled at me, turning his piercing gaze onto me. “I’m sorry sir, she’s upset. I hope you understand we all are.” I was flaming mad and he knew it too. In fact I was mad enough to- well, to do… that. The trashcan down the street was shaking then finally topple over. “Could we just have a moment?” he put a hand on my shoulder and without waiting on an answer from doughnut belly steered me over to where Kiki sat. “What the hell was that?!?” He asked angrily. “That was me putting that guy straight. He accused of, of-”
“Ali you can go to jail for that! And none of us need that. For Kiki’s sake. And I mean the trashcan!” “I don’t know… it’s just I got so mad I couldn’t control it.” “What? I thought you said you could handle them,” Ash knew about my powers though I didn’t use them often and he only knew about small things I’ve done. “I do for the most part, but he just made me so mad. Well he made you mad too.”
He grabbed my arm and dragged me back to Donut Belly. “What were you to talking about?” Donut Belly smirked. “Just trying to make sure Kiki was ok. Being interrogated by a police officer is upsetting.” I remarked back. “As an official police officer, I need to know.” “What do you think we said sir? We told her everything was going to be fine and that the police were going to be gone soon.” Ash’s eyes were still cold. “I’m not gonna take you to jail ‘cause of your little sister, but you better watch her” he looked at me “because I will bring you in if you have an outburst like a while ago.
The rest of the morning passed by in the same fashion until the cops packed up and left, letting us go back inside after all evidence had been collected. “I don’t know what to think.” I said sitting cross legged across from Ash, Kiki was asleep on the couch, where she had cried herself out. “I don’t know either, but this is-”
“This is bigger than either of you can possibly comprehend.” We both looked up with alarm clearly written on our faces. In the corner of the room stood a young lady, in her mid-twenties probably, with dark jade-green eyes and bright, uneven, brown hair with multi-colored bright streaks in her bangs. She wore a dark leather jacket over a dark gray screen-print tee. Skinny jeans, also dark, with two rips in them one over the left knee and one down the thigh. Combat boots completed the ensemble.
Scrambling to our feet we realized she wasn’t that tall, about two inches taller than me, so Ash towered over her. “Who are you?” Ash asked shoulders tense like a cat ready to spring at any sign of danger. “My name is Siristiel, I’m an angel of the Lord. You can call me Siri.” Obviously we thought she was insane. Crazy, Loco, Cracked, missing some marbles, (insert word of your choice here).
“Who are you really?” Ash says standing in front of me. “Siristiel. I’m an angel. I can prove it too.” She stepped away from the wall and we took a step back away from her.