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“You did what?!” Cas hisses, eyeing Gabriel angrily.

“We took him on a hunt, Cassie. No big deal,” the archangel defends with a mischievous undertone to his voice.

Cas’ wings fluff up, alerting Gabriel of how hostile he is now.

“Listen, he wanted to go and experience what we all do for a living. Can’t blame the kid for being curious.”

Cas shakes his head, “Okay, so why are Y/n and Jack handcuffed together?”

Two days before…

You jolt up from the couch, groaning.

“I am so bored.”

Gabriel snickers from his spot next to you. He raises an eyebrow as you dramatically fall onto his lap.

“Gabe, we haven’t had a case in days and the boys are gone on their own. I’m having withdrawals,” you sigh, stretching your arms out.

“I’m sure we could relieve your stress somehow,” the archangel says with an eyebrow wiggle.

You lightly smack your boyfriend’s arm, getting up from position on his legs. 

“Jack is right there, Gabriel.”

Gabe’s eyes widen and glisten with a defiant spark. You hardly ever used his full name unless you were warning him to stop talking.

The naive nephilim pipes up from the chair next to you, “If by relieving stress you mean finding a case, then I think that is a good idea.”

Gabriel opens his mouth to be a smart-ass and you shoot him a warning glare. 

“Sure, Jack, we can find something to hunt,” you reply, pursing your lips.

The repercussions of taking the nephilim out could end you and Gabriel in the dog house with the Winchesters and Cas. You know that the boys all think Jack isn’t ready for any cases, but you’re sure he can handle a simple ghost or vamp. What could possibly go wrong? 

You flinch. Even that thought could end you all in big trouble. 

–

“Bam, right there,” you toss your phone onto the table in front of Gabriel. The screen flickers bright with the words of a dead couple a few towns over. Their hearts had been torn out, you assume a small pack of werewolves to be the cause.

Gabriel nods, handing you back the device. He claps his hands together, calling Jack from the living room to join you both.

“Ready for your first official hunt, kid?” 

Jack’s eyes light up and his lips quirk into a smile. 

“Yes! Let’s go.”

You three pack a few small duffel bags and quickly toss them in the trunk of your car. It’d been awhile since you’d last driven your own baby, since Dean always insisted on driving or Gabe would poof you somewhere. Jack’s first case had to be authentic. No using any angel mojo unless necessary or taking the easy way out.

About half an hour into the drive, you glance back at the nephilim in the backseat. His legs fidget and he seems antsy from being stuck in a small space for this long.

“You okay, Jack?” You quip, peering in your rear view mirror for a split second before returning your eyes to the road.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Aunt Y/n,” he says from behind you.

You physically sigh out loud, earning a curious tilt of the head from the passenger in the back.

“Why do you not like it when I call you that?”

Your foot pauses on the gas pedal and you inhale sharply. It isn’t the right time to bring Jack into this sort of thing, but he needs to know eventually.

“That makes all of this official, Jack. I love Gabriel to death, I really do,” your archangel gently lays his hand on yours, “But calling me that almost destines us for something bad. The Winchesters and archangels bring about destruction on their own. I don’t want to be reminded what they will do together.”

An uncomfortable silence fills the car until, a few moments later, Jack pipes up.

“You guys taught me that family is everything. We shouldn’t be worried about the world if we have each other.”

Jack’s words ruminate through your head like a dozen bees in a hive. Maybe he was right in some way, but you couldn’t and wouldn’t chance the stigma of yours and Gabriel’s families.

Down the road, you notice a band of police cars and tape surrounding a large area behind a house.

“Looks like we’re here,” you mutter.

You chance a quick look in the mirror at Jack to see he’s in awe of the spectacle ahead of you.

You’re able to pull alongside the curb to gain a parking spot behind several emergency vehicles.

Quickly, you spin around in your seat to talk to your hunting prodigy.

“What we’re going to do is flash these badges at them, I’ll take care of explaining the situation,” you inform, handing the kid a fake ID and badge.

You glance down at your clothes and groan. Of course you’d forgotten to bring suits.

Gabriel senses your frustration, taking a small peek into your mind enough so that he can see the issue. With a snap of his fingers, Jack and himself are decked in tuxedo suits, while you’ve got what seems to be the most revealing pant suit you’ve ever seen.

“Okay, great start, let’s go,” you huff.

Upon approaching the crime scene, there’s not much to go off of. Blood is splattered across the pristine grass and the body seems to already be bagged up.

“Woah, woah.”

Before you and the boys can get a close enough look, you’re already being questioned by an officer. The man seems to be exasperated from finding yet another ‘animal’ attack.

“FBI, sir,” you announce, flashing him a quick look of your badge. You turn to see Gabriel nonchalantly grabbing Jack’s from his hand and flipping it right side up.

It takes everything in you not to physically cringe at the new hunters naivety.

“Right,” the cop says, “Well, it’s a clear animal attack from what we can tell. Unless ya’ll think it’s some kind of serial killer?”

“Yes, a serial killer! Exactly our suspicions, officer,” you send him a warm smile.

“Well, you guys can check out the scene if you’d like. Good luck to you.”

With that, the man works his way back over to his coworkers to assess the situation.

Hastily, you nudge Gabriel, “Go check out the body. Jack and I will look around for anything.”

“Alright,” Gabe huffs in dejection, stalking over to the body bag on his own.

You motion for Jack to join you over at the crime scene.

“Look for anything that will clue us into where we can find these werewolves,” you whisper, slapping Jack on the back and moving around the taped off area.

The nephilim circles the other way around. You quickly and efficiently scan the ground for anything of importance.

“Y/n!”

You perk up at the quiet yet harsh mention of your name. Jack is knelt on the grass, blocking the cops view of something on the ground. The last thing you all needed was police involvement on a hunt.

Casually, you walk over to the boy as he stands up with something in his hands.

You take the dirtied piece of paper and unfold it.

It reads: Meet me at 517 Ridge, the warehouse

“Okay, let’s get back to Gabriel.”

–

“Jack and I are going to meet with the wolves and you’ll be outside ready to save us.”

“No, you aren’t using yourselves as bait,” Gabriel argues, folding his arms like a protective father.

You roll your eyes. Of course it is going to be a problem.

“I trust that you’ll get us out of there, Gabe. Besides, Jack and I can handle ourselves.”

Gabriel’s frown softens the tiniest bit; you know you’re persuading him.

You sigh, placing a hand on his cheek. Your eyes lock with his golden ones and you smile.

“We’ll be okay, I promise.”

Gabriel groans, “Fine.”

–

“Jack, this way,” you urge, crouching by a doorway to peek inside a large room. Crates and cabinets line the walls, but it doesn’t seem like anyone is in there.

“This is the address,” you mutter, pausing to turn to your backup. Except, he’s disappeared.

“Jack,” you whisper sharply, glancing around the corner to find nothing.

“Mmmphh.”

It sounds like someone’s voice is muffled.

“What the-“

A pair of arms reach around you, dragging you backwards to force you to lose your balance. You push your body against the person in an attempt to gain the upperhand, but it’s of no use. Whoever it is, they’re supernaturally strong.

You can only assume they had already snatched Jack.

The one holding you has a hard time, finally managing to move you in the large room you’d been eyeing earlier. About ten feet away, you can see Jack laying on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

“Damn werewolves.”

With a quick gaze around the room, you see a few symbols drawn on the walls with blood. They looked similar the the angel sigils Gabe and Cas had taught you awhile back.

If they knew what Gabriel is, this is definitely a problem.

Suddenly, the man behind you shoves you to your knees on the ground. The material of your pants begin to tear at the force, leaving your skin with no protection from the cement beneath you.

You’re about to make a witty remark about pretty much anything to save yours and Jack’s hides when a fist connects with the side of your head. You fall down, limp, and darkness swallows up your vision.

–

A couple of voices sound like they’re in an adjacent room. The noises echoing so much that you can hear them.

You awaken with a start, gasping for breath as if you’d just run a mile.

“Gabriel!” You pray loudly, attempting to move your right arm, but finding it bound to something. Upon a slight tug, you hear a groan. 

Your eyes dart to the left at the figure beside you. Blonde hair, white tee shirt, definitely Jack. You glance down at your hand’s confines to find a pair of handcuffs attached to yours and the nephilim’s wrists. 

“Hey, Jack,” you whisper, jiggling your arm to move his body.

It takes a few tries, but the nephilim starts to stir awake.

“W-where are we,” he mumbles groggily, attempting to move his other hand which is attached to a wall with a chain. With a quick look at your other wrist, you note that yours is tied as well to the wall.

“They must know what you are. These handcuffs are angel-proof. No escaping via your mojo.”

Jack’s eyes dart around anxiously to find some kind of escape route.

“It’s okay. Gabriel should-”

The sound of a creaking door interrupts your attempt to calm the nephilim down. From the small beam of light streaming in before the door shuts, you can make out the silhouettes of three men.

“Looks like they finally woke up,” one of the men smiles, flashing his dramatically long incisors at you and Jack.

“We really got ourselves a catch. A nephilim and an archangel.”

A what now? They thought you were Gabriel?

“How’d you find us?” you growl, playing along with the wrong information. It makes sense that they handcuffed you and Jack together if they think both of you are celestial.

The first wolf tilts his head at an angle and grins cockily. 

“We teamed up with some demons. They have a need for you two.”

If you are now Gabriel, it’s time to act your part.

“Really? Seems like demons have better things to do than work with werewolves,” you smirk.

The second werewolf steps up, maybe to hit or threaten you, but the first one holds his arm out to stop him.

“Don’t harm the bartering chips,” he warns, baring his teeth at his friend. 

Before the werewolf can answer, a knock reverberates from the metal door. Mr. Leader Wolf urges one of the others to get it and he quickly obliges.

Before the creature can even get to the door, it slams open.

“Hello boys.”

You squint at the figure approaching. Whoever it is has an air of authority or  very high arrogance.

“You have what I asked for?” The man speaks, his voice deep and void of any emotions. Definitely a demon.

“Of course. We always deliver,” the leader werewolf stalks over to you and Jack, motioning toward you both, “The archangel Gabriel, and the nephilim.”

The demon finally comes into view. He’s got dark hair, a menacing beard and a brooding look on his face. He reeks of cheap cologne that covers every inch of his poorly-tailored suit. 

He kneels in front of you, careful not to dirty his outfit. You can feel the hot breath of his exhale as he studies you closely. One moment passes and then he’s standing up. The demon’s focus falls on the werewolves and you watch his demeanor change.

“I should have known not to work with wolves,” he hisses.

The werewolves are all floored by the man’s sudden change in behavior.

“What do you mean? We got what you asked for!”

In a blink of an eye, the demon appears in front of you. He grabs hold of your neck with strong force and turns back to the others.

“This is not what I wanted. She is human, not an archangel.”

The hand around your throat tightens, causing you to panic. Every gasp for air is repressed by the demon’s handle on you. Jack struggles to get out of his confinements to save you, but he is powerless as well.

“I swear, they were together. Last we heard the archangel and the nephilim were traveling together.”

“Enough!” 

You are released from the man’s grip just as black dots start to spot the edges of your vision. With the lack of oxygen going to your brain, you start to doze off.

“Y/n,” you’re nudged by the nephilim beside you, but it doesn’t matter. Your body succumbs to the darkness as your eyes fall shut.

–

“That was a close call.”

“This is what hunting is like, Jack.”

The voices are distant and fuzzy in the back of your head. Speaking of your head, you’ve got a raging headache right now.

Your eyes dart open as your mind begins piecing the events before your blackout together. The first thing you notice are your surroundings. You’re in what seems to be the backseat of your car. 

Gabriel’s eyes flit up to the rear view mirror noticing that you’re awake.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he breathes a sigh of relief that you’ve come to this quick.

“What the hell happened?” You hold a hand to the front of your skull, trying to relieve the awful pain ebbing inside.

You attempt to move your other hand to hold yourself steady in the moving car, but find it still connected to Jack’s with the cuffs. Of course Gabriel couldn’t get them off; they were made specifically to trap him and other angels.

“I found you and Jack tied up while the werewolves and demon were bickering. The place was warded up the wazoo,” Gabriel rolls his eyes, glancing back to check on your well-being. Always such a worrier, he is.

“Thank you, Gabe,” you groan, leaning back against the car seat. 

“No problem. Well, one problem.”

You quirk and eyebrow up at him.

“We’ve got to explain to your brothers and mine what happened since I can’t get those cuffs off.”

–

It was almost like Sam, Dean and Cas knew when you were coming back. As soon as you, Gabriel, and Jack step through the bunker’s front door, you’re all bombarded with glares.

“Hey…” you drawl out, waving your free hand at your brothers. You hide your other one behind you and Jack does the same. You’d never stood so close to the nephilim before.

“Where were you all?” Dean questions angrily, a stern brotherly look on his face. 

In the words of Gabriel, you guys are so uber boned.

“Would you believe us if-”

“We went on a hunt!” Jack interrupts you suddenly and you wince.

You let out a sigh of defeat, holding out yours and Jack’s connected hands. 

The looks you got from the three men were close to being able to kill you and Gabriel. Sam and Dean drag you and the nephilim off to find something that will unlock the handcuffs.

Gabriel is left with to fend for himself with a not-very-happy-looking Cas.

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