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Channel Surfing (Part 7)

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After what Gabriel said, you had to leave and find the Winchesters. Well, now you were a Winchester. That’s a scary thought.

It all made some sense. As Gabriel said, Heaven and Hell had to be the same. 4 archangels, and 4 siblings to match them. The one thing that bothered you, though, was what Gabriel had said after that.

”Good ‘ol Daddy made you a bit special.”

What had he meant by that?

You placed a hand under your chin as Sam and Dean walked into the room.

“Hey,” you greet them, smiling slightly as Sam ruffles your hair.

“Hey, kiddo. Or should I start calling you ‘little sis’?”

You shrug, “Go for it.”

The boys had taken the whole ‘you being a Winchester’ thing easily while you were still trying to figure things out.

You were a Winchester now, and that meant danger.

Sam takes a seat beside you and Dean leans against the table.

“After all this Apocalypse stuff, we figured you’d want a break. Maybe some time to take in all that’s happened.”

You nod.

“That sounds great. Thank you.”

Sam places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“That’s what family’s for, little sis.”

His words make you grin.

Maybe being a Winchester wasn’t so bad.

“Dean and I were going to head to Bobby’s, see how he was doing, and give you some space. Just stay in the motel. We don’t want our newfound sibling getting hurt the first day.”

You roll your eyes. Always so protective of family, these two.

“Tell Bobby I said ‘Hi,’ and I’ll try staying out of trouble,” you smile, standing up and hugging both of them.

“See ya,” Dean nods, following his brother out the door.

You had the place all to yourself.

You had free time to do whatever you wanted.

And you couldn’t think of a damn thing to do.

“Cas is probably busy, so I can’t bug him,” you mumble to yourself, “But there is one person I need to talk to.”

“Gabriel, if you can hear me, can you get your winged ass down here?”

You almost thought he wasn’t going to show up until you heard the gentle fluttering of wings.

“You called?”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he stands behind you.

“Yea, we need to talk, Gabriel.”

Channel Surfing (Part 6)

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A ring of fire lights up around the man, and he sighs.

The scenery flickers back to the old warehouse this had all started in.

“Well played. Where’d you get the holy oil?”

“You might say we pulled it out of Sam’s ass,“ Dean states, holding back his grin.

Sam glares at his brother as you silently chuckle.

“Where’d I screw up?”

“You didn’t. But no one gets the jump on Cas like you did.”

“And when you talked about Armageddon, well, call it personal experience, but no one gets that angry unless they’re talking about their family.”

Gabriel’s jaw visibly tightens at the mention of his family.

“So which are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douche-y?”

“Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.”

He looks directly at you, his face sorrowful and full of pain.

You open your mouth and gasp lightly. “The archangel?”

His eyes leave yours. “Guilty.”

“How does an archangel become a trickster?”

“My own witness protection. Skipped out of Heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little spot, until you two came and messed it up. Now, I have to watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you. Heaven, Hell, I don’t care who wins! I just want it to be over.”

Sam and Dean share a quick look as Gabriel continues.

“This isn’t about war. It’s about two brothers who loved each other, and betrayed each other. You think you’d be able to relate.”

“What’re you talking about?” Dean snaps.

Gabriel whistles.

“You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you’re the vessels? Michael, big brother, loyal to an absent father. And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy’s plans. Don’t you see? It’s your destiny! It was always you!”

Everything was starting to click, except…

“You told me I had to play my part, too. What’s my place in this?”

Gabriel’s eyes land on you, and his expression softens.

“You don’t know?”

You glance at the Winchesters before returning your gaze to the archangel.

“Four archangels, and you all thought there were only three Winchesters? Adam wasn’t meant for Michael, he was meant to be Raphael’s vessel. Y/n, you’re the final Winchester. My Winchester.”

You blink a few times, trying to take everything in.

You were a Winchester? But, you never knew your dad, your mom told you stories about him. She said he worked in a dangerous job… Oh no.

“I’m your vessel?”

Gabriel sighs.

“Not exactly. Good ‘ol Daddy made you a bit special. However, everything is going to end with them,” he points toward the boys.

Despite the breaking news, Dean remains stoic.

“No. That’s not gonna happen.”

“I’m sorry, but it is. Guys, I wish this were a Tv show, easy answers, endings wrapped up in bows, but this is real life. And it’s gonna end bloody for all of us.”

The boys have had just about enough of Gabriel and his ramblings at this point.

“How about you bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.”

Cas suddenly appears and glares at his brother.

“Hello, Gabriel.”

“Hey, bro,” the archangel grins sarcastically, “How’s the search for Daddy going? Lemme guess, awful.”

“Alright, we’re done here. C’mon guys,” Dean growls, and starts heading to the door, with Sam and Cas in tow.

You didn’t want to leave. You needed to know more.

“Hey, guys! Are you just gonna leave me here?” Gabriel calls, his voice straining with guilt and hopelessness.

Dean stops by the door and turns to the archangel. “No, because we don’t screw with people like you do.”

He flips the fire alarm and water starts spraying from the ceiling. The three of them leave the building, but you stay behind.

Water droplets fall onto yours and Gabriel’s faces as the two of you lock eyes.

“What’s my purpose?”

You silently watch as Gabriel’s golden eyes fill with heartache, but also a bit of happiness. He steps over the remnants of the holy oil circle and walks over to you.

His hand reaches up to cup your wet face as his mouth lifts into a sad smile.

“We’re supposed to stop this. We love our brothers too much to not try.”

could you please write something about the reader having a panic attack and the parent saying she’s overreacting so she goes to her room to get away from it and basically the mother invalidates her feelings. But Gabriel overhears the commotion and tells the reader “You’re feelings are valid, and they always will be.” I’m sorry, I’m having an awful time right now and I like the way you write and it doesn’t have to be long if you do it. Just a Drabble or something. Thank you <3

No problem, sweetheart. If you need someone to talk to, I’m always here. I’ve had some experience with this stuff.

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You shook uncontrollably and couldn’t stop the tears from falling from your puffy eyes.

“Calm down! Stop overreacting about everything!” Your dad shouted, rolling his eyes and walking out of the room.

You ran to the only place of solitude you ever had. Your room.

A second later, your mom walks in, clearly having talked to your father.

“Stop pretending like this is a big deal. It isn’t!” She huffed, slamming the door shut and angrily stomping away.

You sat on your bed and cried for what seemed like hours.

“Y/n?”

No, no, no. Don’t look at me when I’m like this.

“Hey, hey, c’mere,” Gabriel whispers, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around you.

His presence was warm and welcoming, but it hardly helped.

“Listen, they’re wrong. Your feelings are valid and they always will be. You’ll always have me. Just let it out, I won’t be leaving any time soon.”

Channel Surfing (Part 5)

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Shorter one to prepare for the more intense ones coming up!

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“Hey, Dean, have you seen Sam lately?”

You look up at Dean from where you’re laying on your cheap motel bed, waiting for a response.

He shakes his head, shrugging.

“Maybe he went to the bar.”

You nod, tossing your phone onto the sheets beside you. “Why don’t we go out, see if he’s there, and have a few drinks?”

To be honest, you definitely could use a couple drinks after the whole trickster fiasco.

Dean glances over at you and reluctantly pulls himself off of the couch.

“Sure, but if Sam’s wasted, I’m not carrying him out to the car.”

You laugh and follow him out the door to where the Impala is parked. Dean unlocks it, opens the driver’s door, and climbs inside.

“Sweet, Sam’s not here,” you smirk , tugging the passenger door open and hopping in.

As soon as you step in, things feel a bit off. “Dean? Y/n?” Sam’s slightly electronic voice calls.

Dean twirls around in his seat, searching for his brother. You do the same, and once neither of you have found him, you both turn toward the front.

“Sam? Where are you?”

Silence ensues until Sam’s voice returns. This time, you and Dean notice the speaker blinking red as he speaks.

“Uh, I don’t think we killed the trickster.”

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Ten minutes later, Dean figured out what the “trickster” actually was, and now the three of you were on your way to end this.

To be completely honest, a part of you didn’t want the ‘trickster’ dead. Maybe after years of endless flirting, you’d somehow developed feelings. And that terrified you.

The only thing you could do now was confront the trickster. If Dean’s assumptions were correct, you were in for a hell of a time.

The three of you, well the two of you and Sam/the Impala drove to a wooded area where you could easily summon the trickster.

“Alright you son of a bitch! Uncle! We’ll do it!”

The man you all were looking for immediately appeared out of thin air. He sees the three of you and smirks.

“Wow, Sam, get a load of the rims on you!”

“Eat me,” Sam snaps.

“Alright, ready to go quietly? Or in Y/n’s case, loudly,” he throws you a wink.

Dean gives you a disgusted look and your response is to shake your head.

“Whoa, no one’s doing anything until Sam gets opposable thumbs.”

“What’s the difference? Satan’s gonna ride his ass one way or another”.

Dean glares at the trickster until he snaps his fingers.

Sam opens the car door and steps out, joining you and Dean.

“Tell me, why didn’t the stake kill you?”

He shrugs, “I am the trickster.”

You pull the lighter from your pocket, spark the wick, and toss it to where you’d been told.

“Maybe you aren’t.”

Channel Surfing (Part 4)

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You glance around, taking in the new scenery.

Cops, crime scene tape surrounding a dead body?

Ugh, not one of those cheesy cop shows.

You take a step, but feel something strange on your legs. You peer down and groan.

The strange things were fish-net leggings, and just to top it all off, the rest of your outfit consisted of a navy blue pencil skirt, high heels, and a jacket covering a white camisole that showed just enough cleavage.

“Damn trickster,” you mumble, scanning around for Sam and Dean.

They appear to be over by the body, talking to a guy who seems to be having a good time.

You start to walk towards them when somebody wraps an arm around your shoulder and starts leading you the other way.

“Darling, I don’t think your body is police issued to be in this area. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a thorough examination,” the man winks, throwing you a smile.

What? Darling? There’s no way the trickster would make someone flirt with you, especially in his own little universe.

You and the trickster had an ‘interesting’ relationship, one that mainly consisted of him flirting a lot.

You smirk, taking the man’s hand and pulling him over to a tree. You trap him between your body and the tree, grinding your pelvis against his.

“Could you? That’d be great,” you whispered.

His eyes widen at first, but he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. The kiss feels desperate, needy, as if he couldn’t live without you.

One of your hands is pressed to the rough bark of the tree, and the other is reaching behind into your back pocket. You slowly slide out the wooden stake, while still distracting the man.

With one swift move, you break the kiss and line the stake up to his chest.

“Woah woah, sweetheart, what’s this?”

You push the weapon a bit further, but not enough to break skin. “Nice try. The gig is up, trickster.”

The man’s worried and confused face shifts into that familiar, pain in the ass face of the trickster. His hazel eyes light up as he grins, slightly easing the stake away from his heart.

“Such a tease, sugar.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, dropping your weapon to your side.

“Alright, let’s make a deal. You take us back to the real world, and I won’t stab you in the heart with this stake.”

The trickster puts a finger to his mouth and contemplates it for a moment before shaking his head. “No can do. I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve gotta run. We really should continue this, though. Except less talking, and a lot less clothes.”

With that, he wiggles his eyebrows and disappears in a blink of an eye.

You swear under your breath, prying your hand from the tree.

He somehow managed to get away, again. Why was it that he only got away from you? He never escaped the Winchesters, but as soon as you entered the equation, things went south.

Alright, Y/n, you’ll have time to rethink decisions later, time to find the boys.

Your eyes scan the area, landing on the two brothers. Dean steps over to the man they were talking to earlier, stabbing him in the chest with a stake. You watch as the trickster reveals himself a few feet away, snickering.

“Got the wrong guy, idiots.”

Sam appears in your view, gripping tight onto a wooden stake and sneaking up behind him.

“Not exactly,” the younger Winchester grits his teeth and shoves the weapon through the trickster’s beating heart.

The whole area around you three fades away into the warehouse from earlier as the caramel-haired trouble-maker falls to the floor, dead.

Dean glances around, laying his gaze on you. “Hey, you okay? We didn’t see you back there.”

You nod, running a hand through your hair and sighing.

“Yea, I’m fine. Got a little caught up with the trickster while you two were messing around,” you tease, smiling as Dean rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“Let’s just get outta here.”

Channel Surfing (Part 3)

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It seemed like forever before the trickster allowed you to join the boys again. Although you weren’t happy to be on the sidelines, you were glad you didn’t have to be in a commercial for genital herpes.

Now, the three of you had your own crappy reality show and anything that wasn’t remotely funny, was funny to the crowd.

“This is ridiculous,” you mutter, still smiling at the live studio audience.

“Tell me about it,” Sam whispered.

It was soon your turn to say a dumb joke, but the door flies open and Cas tumbles in.

The three of you look up and sigh in relief.

“You okay?” Dean, always the worried mother when it came down to it, asks.

The angel’s breathing was heavy and his face was badly bruised and cut.

“I don’t have much time. I got out. Listen, this thing is stronger than it should be.”

Cas hardly finishes his sentence before he flies into the nearest wall and slumps to the ground.

The trickster comes through the front door and smiles at the audience.

“Hello!”

He averts his gaze to Cas, who has since gotten up. The angel’s mouth is covered in duct tape and he glares at the trickster.

“Hey, Castiel!”

With a flick of his hand, Cas disappears into thin air.

“Where’d you just send him?”

“Relax. He’ll live. Maybe.”

Dean curls his hands into fists and narrows his eyes.

“We’re done with the monkey dance. We get it.”

“Yea? Get what, hot-shot?”

“Playing our roles, right. That’s the game?”

“That’s half the game.”

“What’s the other half?”

Play your roles out there. Y’know, Sam starring as Lucifer, Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death-match!

“What’s my role then,” you speak up, raising an eyebrow and waiting for an explanation.

The trickster’s face lights up.

“Yours will come in due time.”

“You want us to say yes?”

“Hells yeah. Let’s light this candle!”

“We do that, the world will end,” Sam explains.

“Yea? And whose fault is that? Look, you started it. It can’t be stopped. So let’s get it over with!”

There’s a pause before Dean says something.

“Heaven or Hell? Which side you on?”

The trickster snorts, “I’m not on either side.”

“Yea right. Michael or Lucifer, which one is it?”

“You listen to me, you arrogant dick, I don’t work for either of those s-o- b’s, believe me.”

“Oh, you’re somebody’s bitch.”

Dean is thrown against the wall as the trickster holds onto the lapels of his jacket.

“Don’t you ever, ever, presume to know what I am,” the trickster hisses.

“Now, you’re gonna suck it up, accept your roles, and play the parts that destiny has chosen for you.”

“And if we don’t?” Sam joins in, causing the trickster to look at him.

“Then you’ll be stuck here, in Tv land. Forever. 300 channels, and nothin’s on.”

Channel Surfing (Part 2)

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“What the hell?” You hiss, looking around you.

You’re sitting on some bleachers surrounded by a crowd of people. All of their attention is set on the scene in front of them, which happens to be a Japanese game show. And the contestants are the Winchesters.

“Sam! Dean!” You shout, and everyone turns to you.

“Y/n!” Sam calls back, assuring it’s actually you.

You push past the groups of people and get down to the bottom of the bleachers. Before you can step off and help the boys, a hand grabs you.

“Miss, I’ll have to escort you from the premises.”

You spin around, coming face to face with a huge man, probably 6-7 feet tall, who’s wearing a security uniform and begins pulling you off the set.

“Hey! Let me go, you son of a bitch!”

The security guard says nothing, dragging you out into a lobby area as Sam and Dean shout your name.

“I need to get in there.”

The man shakes his head and transforms into the trickster.

“What you need to do is play your part.”

Play my part?

“What do you mean?”

Before you can even finish your question, he’s gone, leaving you to think on his words.

You glance around the lobby-ish room and find a television mounted to the wall across from you. The channel it’s on? Of course, the Japanese game show. So the trickster was nice enough to let you watch. Interesting.