Gabriel's P. O. V.

Cold. That's all I felt as I was falling from heaven. Angels were falling fast and mimicked the movement of falling stars. I was able to see Castiel fall further away from me, but his silhouette had fallen behind the snow covered trees. I plunged to the earth just as an unpleasant coldness draped over me. Snow fell from above, small specks of white that accumulated on the floor around me. The sky remained fluorescent with fallen angels, many were still falling and many didn't make it all the way down. Dammit. I wanted to slam my fist on the floor but found myself unable to. I craned my neck to see my hand buried under a pile of snow; my hand a bright red color, almost a light purple. I sighed and looked back up to see Heaven's gates wide open.

"Cas, if you could hear me, find the brothers, they'll know what to do," I said, groaning at the end. I could barely feel my back with all the snow beneath it, but a zinging pain remained on my shoulder blades. The sky had become blurry and dark, what the-

"Hey! Holy shit, are you okay?!" A person's voice resonated through the woods and into my line of hearing. Great, just great, a human just had to- I coughed and the world around me began to spin. So, this is how Captain America felt when he crashed into the freezing ocean. I laughed light-heartedly. A dark figure soon loomed over me and I felt a strange heat before closing my eyes and passing out.

-Time skip from a raging fangirl at 1:00am-

Warmth and pain surged through my body as I woke up to a major difference of temperature and a completely new surrounding. I was no longer outside in the freezing cold but in a beige colored room. I turned my head to the left and saw a fireplace, a coffee table and a recliner to my right of the table. The fire in the hearth crackled and flickered every passing second that I watched. I blinked repeatedly and decide to examine the room completely. The walls bled a beige color and were decorated with small paintings and posters. Behind me, moonlight crept from behind a window and into the room; trees swayed lightly in the snowy breeze. Underneath the window was another small table that held a small potted plant and a vintage record player. I smiled for an unknown reason and decided to look elsewhere. To the right of the wall was an opening to a kitchen I suppose. I saw a shadow walk inside the room I was in and I closed my eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

Holy shit that was close. I snuck a peek and saw a (h/c) haired girl placing a tray down on the table. She wore a (f/c) long-sleeve and black sweatpants. She turned around and kneeled beside me, her small (s/c) hand touched my cheek and she pulled back. Her hand reached back to the tray behind her and she now held a small, red pouch. I tried my best not to flinch when she tried to place it under my back, but I did and gave a small grunt of pain. She snapped her hand back and waited there, I'm guessing for another reaction. I remained quiet and she continued with- whatever the hell she was doing. Her figure disappeared behind me and returned minutes later with a couple of blankets.

"I think that feels a little better, don't ya think so big guy?" She said to herself, unaware that I heard her. I opened an eye and saw her smiling, oblivious to my awoken state.

"Well might as well sit and wait. The pharmacy won't be open until tomorrow and I've got nothing better to do," She says, touching my forehead and getting up. I didn't realize that I was still freezing cold until I shook violently under the blankets. Her smile faltered and she walked to a cabinet full of blankets. "I feel like I'm smothering you in blankets. Sheesh, what made you decide to walk out there with only a jacket?" She returned and placed a thick, brown blanket over me. I was already beginning to warm up with all the layers she had placed over me. 

She walked over to the recliner and sat down. She opened a book and began "talking" to me while reading, "I wonder what your name is, I've been alone for a while you know. Oh for fuck's sake (Y/N), you're talking to a sick person who isn't even awake-" 

"The name's Gabriel." 

"Holy shit!"