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“Oh my god Dean, please pick up,” Y/n gasped. Blood seeped through her fingers as she desperately clutched the knife jutting out of her lower stomach. She propped herself up against the cement wall.

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“Dean, where are you? I need your help; I really messed up this time. Call me back,” Y/n hung up the phone and let her head fall back. The decapitated bodies of two ghouls lay beside her. She hadn’t known there were two. Just as she separated the second one’s head from its neck, he stabbed her in the gut with a rusty knife.

Y/n looked down at the puddle of blood forming underneath her. Every fiber of her being wanted to pull the knife out, but that would only increase blood loss. She didn’t have very long as it was. Y/n thought briefly about crawling to her car and driving to the hospital. But that was a fever dream, there was no way she could make it, the pain was too intense. Energy eluded her and she had the sneaking suspicion this was it.

Tears gathered in her eyes. She didn’t want to die, not like this anyway. Not alone and cold and in pain. Not without saying goodbye to her brothers and her friends. Y/n supposed her countless voicemails would have to serve as her goodbye.

“Please Castiel?” She looked up at the ceiling. “I know you’re busy but I need help. I’m in serious trouble,” Her voice was quiet and shaky. Two tears slipped down her dirt-smeared face. “Oh my god, please anyone, please.”

Several moments passed without so much as a gust of wind. Y/n closed her eyes and let despair wash over her. The room spun around her. She couldn’t feel her legs. No one was coming - not her brothers, not Cas. This was truly the end of the road. Another tear slipped out. Her breathing became slow and irregular.

A warm hand gently touched her forehead, then her cheek. Y/n jolted slightly but didn’t open her eyes.

“Okay Sugar, I’m gonna get you out of here.” A soft, creamy voice floated through Y/n’s addled mind. “But first we gotta get you healed up.”

Two firm hands eased her to the floor and Y/n groaned as the knife shifted in her gut. Her head rested on the cool ground and she felt herself slipping farther and farther away from consciousness. “Stay with me Y/n,” The man said. “Sorry about this.” Y/n wondered momentarily what he was sorry about but then felt the knife jerk out of her gut. The girl gasped and her body spasmed. Searing pain radiated through her body. Y/n’s eyes flew open, as wide as sky.

Instantly the pain was replaced with a soft, numb sensation. Relief soaked into her bones as the intolerable pain that had kept her immobile for so long vanished. She felt her skin mend itself together. Y/n felt as light as a cloud and expected at any moment to be blown away by the breeze. A buzz settled over her and her eyes fluttered shut. A small smile touched Y/n’s face.

“That’s it baby girl, relax. You’re gonna be just fine.” The warm hand returned to her face and lovingly wiped away any tears that still lingered on her face. Y/n felt herself being lifted up. Her head lulled but found its resting place in the crook of the man’s neck. The relief of a painless existence drew Y/n into sleep and she didn’t fight the darkness engulfing her.

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open and stared at the ceiling of her room. A soft moan escaped her lips. The bunker was quiet. She felt funny, her whole body felt weird –tingly. Her hand drifted down to her stomach, half expecting to find the knife still lodged there. Her fingers traced absentminded circles on her pajama pants. No bandage, no scar, no pain. Had she died? Was it all a dream like the end of The Wizard of Oz?

“Good morning, sweet cheeks! How do you like your eggs?” Said the man lying next to her in bed.

Y/n screeched and tumbled out of bed. She stumbled over to the wall and pressed her back against it. She locked eyes with the stranger on her mattress - warm caramel eyes. A soft light emanated from him and a cheeky smile played across his lips. A soft and unpleasant ringing filled Y/n’s ears.

Neither of them moved. Neither spoke. Y/n glanced to her bed stand; a gun and a vial of holy water promised her safety. The man watched her look. Without warning, the girl darted to the stand, grabbed the gun, and aimed it at the stranger. His smile never wavered. In fact he looked amused. “That’s not a nice way to thank the guy that saved your life.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Y/n glanced at her hand; it wasn’t as steady as it normally was.

“I just told you, the very handsome and charming guy that saved your life.”

Y/n didn’t laugh. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She really did feel weird. The man’s smile faltered as Y/n swayed where she stood. A look of concern flashed across his face.

“Hey maybe you should sit down, some people don’t react well to a healing like that.”

“I’m fine.” The ringing in her ears grew and Y/n felt very vulnerable.

“I’m sure you are beautiful, but why don’t you sit down anyway?” The man said. He stood up from the bed and began walking towards her.

Y/n inhaled sharply and pulled the trigger. She fired two shots into the man’s chest. It didn’t even slow him down. The recoil pushed her weakened body backwards and Y/n stumbled until her back was once again pressed against the wall. The man gave her a disapproving
look and glanced down at the two holes in his shirt. “Really?”

With wide eyes Y/n slid down the wall, she held her gun out in front of her. “Who are you?”

The man’s face softened. “Name’s Gabriel.” He walked over to Y/n and squatted down in front of her.

“Gabriel?” Y/n repeated.

“That’s right sugar.”

“Like the angel that killed my brother over and over and over again?”

Gabriel gave her a bashful smile. “No need to flatter.” He winked.

“Are you going to do that to me?” Y/n asked. Her brothers had told Y/n a little about Gabriel and, needless to say, they didn’t paint him in a very flattering light.

“Never! Why would I go through all the trouble of saving your life just to end it?”

“You saved my life?”

“That’s what I said.”

Y/n paused. She didn’t really know what to do with that information. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome!” Gabriel beamed. He offered her a hand, “Now what do you say we get you back in bed?”

Y/n took it hesitantly and stood up with the angel’s help. He guided her to the bed and gently laid her down. She placed her gun back on her nightstand.

“You hungry?” Two lollipops appeared in Gabriel’s hand and he offered her one. Y/n took it.

“Where are my brothers?” The girl looked up at her ceiling as she absentmindedly sucked on the lollipop. The ringing was fading but she still felt unwell.

“Those two bozos? Who knows. Not my job to babysit them. That’s Castiel’s territory.” Gabriel flopped down beside her.

“Why did you help me?”

“Well that’s my territory, I look out for you.”

“Me? Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Then why haven’t I seen you before?”

“You haven’t needed me until last night. You’re very self-sufficient, unlike those brothers of yours, always crying to Castiel about this
that and the other thing.”

Y/n laughed, “To be fair, I also have been known to cry to Cas about my problems.”

“But now you have me! So what do you say sugar, up for some breakfast in bed?”

Y/n beamed and nodded. She jumped a little as Gabriel disappeared to find some food.

“Now I have you…”