I was transported to a small stage within a club. This club was ravishing, and decked out to the nines, but there wasn't a soul in sight. A spotlight turned on and shone down on me. I noticed I was standing on a semi-transparent stage, and I could see my reflection. My lips were red, a deep dark color of red.

"You didn't know, did you?" The Trickster's voice echoed in the club, snapping my head up to see the spotlight dim its brightness and I saw him standing just below the stage. "That either one of those dicks were vessels," he went on and in a blink of an eye he was standing on the stage. Wearing the clothes he had back in the motel. While I wore a simple black fitted gown, the fabric of the dress touched the floor. My hair was just above my shoulders and curled, to make it look bouncy.

"I don't get told much," I responded after a few seconds. "If you're planning on singing and dancing through this again. Think again," I've had enough of these jokes, and it was clear as day.

"You saw something didn't you," he seemed to pick up on my energy, and probably saw me dumbfounded when he said they were Lucifer and Michael vessels.

"When Lucifer was set free, I had this dream," I began, recalling the memory like it was yesterday. "I thought I had died in the blast but I woke up in this motel. And Sam showed up after I wondered where he and Dean were. But something about him was different. It was Sam, but at the same time it wasn't... Then we kissed, and it was electric, passionate and almost daring like we shouldn't have," I recalled the events well, my eyes wondering from the Trickster then back to him. "When I called him out on it, that he wasn't Sam he vanished. Then Dean popped up, also having that strange feeling I had with Sam. Then he kissed me, and this one was full of love, passion and a sense of care," I could still taste them both even from the memory, and the feeling I got when they kissed me.

"There's more going on here than you know," was his simple response, but that made me wonder even more.

"Then tell me," I took a few steps forward, eyes locked onto him, as I was going insane without the knowledge.

"It's not that simple. You knowing the truth right here, right now would change the way you view everything in your life," he responded, but that just made me wonder what it was.

"Then I'll make you tell me," my eyes narrowed, giving him the death stare as if it was a threat and he could tell it was. He only chuckled at my attempt at a threat.

"You're adorable," he remarks, and I charged forward ready to tackle him but he vanished before I could touch him.

"I'm sick of these games!" I exclaimed into the audience but no one was there. This dress was so tight fitting it made my movements restricted. I huffed in annoyance, pulling up the bottom of my dress to show off my legs. I guided my hands to the left hand side of the bottom of the dress, grabbing the hem and with a strong tug, the dress ripped up the side, creating a slit.

Something about the Trickster didn't sit well with me. He was too invested into getting the boys to say 'yes' to Lucifer and Michael so the end could begin. He said he wasn't on a side, but everyone lies, and he wasn't the exception. He got made when Dean talked trash about the Archangels. It was very strange, and uncommon.

The air in this club was deafening, and I could feel it. There was no one here, and it was weird, but it was the Tricksters playground. Where were Dean and Sam? Why weren't they here? Suddenly, a slight breeze wooshed against my exposed back, and I turned to see what it was. As before, there was a long mirror in front of me. Like the ones you have in the corner of your room. It reflected my reflection, but as I stepped closer. The mirror wrapped, and sent out ripples, as if someone had dropped a stone into a pond. Once the ripples cleared, I was staring at Dean, who was cleaning his teeth. He leans down and spits out the fluids.

"I'm worried, man--" His voice soared through the air, but it was muffled slightly, like I had my head under water. "What that S.O.B, did to Cas. You know, where is he?" Dean grips a towel from his right, my left. He was worried about his pet Angel, but not me? "And by now Abigael would have appeared to gloat. And she hasn't," he went on, drying his mouth, coming out of the small bathroom. "Sam?" He announced, but the room was empty.

"Dean!" I yelled his name, banging on the glass. "Dean! I'm here!" I kept on banging, but he was oblivious. I had no idea what this was, but I would rather be in that motel room with him, instead of here. Dean threw the towel backwards, and it landed on the skin, and he grabbed his coat and began to leave the room. I huffed in defeat, as long as I was trapped in here I was useless, and powerless. I would have thought the reflection would have reverted back to my own, but it began to fade out like a transition, before it came to the back windshield of the Impala. I know that leather is everywhere. This was getting freaky. And I liked it...

I see Dean get into the car, and slam the door shut, and that of his cellphone. He was clearly puzzled that his Brother simply vanished into thin air without a word or trace of him anywhere.

"Dean?" I now hear the voice of Sam echo in the car, but he wasn't in the car.

"Sam?" Dean questioned, cocking his head around the Impala. "Where are you?" He went on, wondering where his voice was emitting from.

"I don't know... Oh, crap," Dean's eyes drifted to a rectangular box on the dash. "I don't think we killed the Trickster," as Sam said the red lines waved up and down, as if he was the Impala. Knight rider reference. I wanted to break free from this...

"Dean! Sam!" As I shouted their names at the mirror, I could see Dean stiff up, as if he heard something miles away. "Dean! Dean! I'm here!" I continued, hoping to let him hear me.

"Do you hear that?" He states, twisting his head behind to look at the back of the car. "It sounds like... Abigael," my eyes widened in shock, as I wouldn't have thought he would have heard me. But after a second of two, he turns back around, and starts up the Impala. I looked at the mirror, and forced all my will upon getting through, and physically climbing into the back seat. I inhaled deeply, and raised my hand up, and extended it to touch the surface of the glass. However, as my fingertip touched the surface, it sent ripples throughout, and allowed my fingers to pass through. I didn't really want to think about how this was possible. I reached out, my hand disappearing into the glass, and I placed one foot through and lunged myself forward and into the mirror.

My sights became all wrapped, like I was traveling through a kaleidoscope and it was reflecting myself, and the interior of the Impala. I had the sensation of falling, and while I fell, memories of the past came to light in this tunnel of reflection. Memories like my Mother, the times we spent together, her training me to hone my magic. We looked so happy. But then it faded to her body hanging from that tree, and me burning those men alive. All the other evil deeds I did over three centuries were all here. My own personal memory lane. They zoomed by so fast, I could hardly make sense of any of them, but I knew.

"Aradia!" A voice pierced my ears, making me dart my eyes all over the memories. "Aradia! Come back, you cannot do this! Aradia!" The words sounded angry and distorted, but they echoed, and faded with no time.

"Aradia, my love," this new voice was softer than the last, and sounded caring. "Do you enjoy watching them succeed where others fail?" These memories were not mine, I had no recollection of these words ever being spoken to me. Every memory began to melt away, dripping down and a light appeared...

I was spat out of the front windshield of the Impala, rolling down the hood for a few seconds before hitting the ground hard. I let out a 'ah' sound, finding the landing rough. I heard rushed footsteps come from around the back of the Impala.

"Abigael!" Dean's voice rang freely, as I lifted my hand up to see him towering over me. "Where the hell did you come from?!" His eyes flicked around the park area we were in.

"A little help?" I asked, extending my right hand, and Dean was quick to latch hands and pull me to my feet. Then softly placed me on the hood of the car, so I could lean on it.

"Why are you wearing that?" His eyes wondered about the outfit of choice I was currently wearing. He was taking his time to admire how the dress hugged to my body in a way he found desirable.

"For fun," I replied with a sarcastic tone of voice. "I want the hell out of here. So, if you have any bright ideas. Get to it," I've had enough of this game the Trickster was playing, and leaned my body weight onto the hood of the car.

"I have one," he responds, not sounding too hopeful it would work. Dean turns out into the area, and raises his head up to look above. "All right, you son of a bitch!" Dean's words rang freely through the air, and waited a few seconds. "Uncle!" He then shouted. "We'll do it!" He exclaimed, positioning his arms out, but they were back at his side in seconds.

"Should I honk?" Sam suggested, due to the fact he was the Impala, and wanted to be useful in this situation.

"Wow," the Trickster appeared out of thin air, and walked towards the car. "Sam, get a load of the rims on you," he remarks, finding the situation funny.

"Eat me," Sam replied, maybe not the best choice of words right now. But the Trickster whistled low, before walking back past Dean.

"Ok, boys, ready to go quietly?" He spun back around and his eyes locked onto Dean.

"Whoa, whoa, woah. Not so fast," Dean states. "Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs," Dean was making the demand that his brother was turned back into a human.

"What's the difference? Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another," he joked, but Dean gave him a glare, and he knew he wasn't bluffing. The Trickster huffs and rolls his eyes, before raising his hand, and snapping his fingers together. I heard the car power down, before the passenger side door opens, and Sam gets out. Still the giant he is. "Happy?" The door to the car closes, as Sam glares at the Trickster.

"Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you?" Dean questioned, as Sam's heavy feet wandered over to him. I noticed his eyes glance sideways to see me perched on the hood of the car.

"I am the Trickster," he responded, but I felt like that statement was false. He was something else altogether.

"But maybe you're not," Dean states, and Sam was now holding a lighter, and he threw it onto the ground. A circle of fire erupted around the Trickster, encasing him inside. I pushed myself up from the hood, and came to the left of Dean, seeing the Trickster cock his head around to stare at the circle of fire. "Maybe you've always been an Angel," the words rolled easily off Dean's tongue, and it did make a lot of sense. Trickster just laughed at the idea.

"A what?!" He defended, like it was an insane idea. "Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?" He was deflecting the question, and denying it.

"I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the Holy Fire, and we'll call it our mistake," Dean gave him the option of just jumping out, and freeing himself. The Trickster chuckles, shaking his head, trying to keep up the act.

In that moment his eyes flicked between us all, and he looked defeated. Suddenly, my vision went fuzzy, but soon sorted itself out as we now stood in an abandoned warehouse. Back to the real world. I was still wearing what I had in 'TV land', so I wasn't butt as naked. He slowly began to clap.

"Well played, boys. Well played," he announces. Now I was out of the TV land, I could feel my magic return, but I wanted to make sure. I extended my hand, palm up, and swirled it around. Fire generated in my palm as I did the motion. The flame was hot, and danced along my hand.

"Finally! My powers!" I exclaimed with glee, before crushing my hand into a fist, putting out the flame. My eyes locked onto the Angel, Trickster whatever he wants to call himself. He held that cocky smug smile, which was driving me insane.

"Where'd you get the Holy oil?" He asked, wondering where they found such an item.

"Oh, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass," Dean was smug in his reply, finding it humorous, and I couldn't help but chuckle at it.

"Where'd I screw up?" He asked, wanting to know.

"You didn't. But nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did," Sam announces.

"Mostly, it was the way you talked about Armageddon," Dean added onto the end of Sam's comment.

"Meaning?" He turned his head slightly, confused with his statement.

"Well, call it personal experience. Nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family," I watched as the Trickster turned his gaze away from Dean.

"So, which one are you? Grump, Sneezy, or Douchey?" Sam remarks. But as I stared at the Trickster, a name just popped into my mind. Literally out of nowhere, and for no reason.

"Gabriel," my voice was soft, but his head could not turn fast enough to meet my gaze. He stared deep in my eyes, waiting for me to say something else, and he looked hopeful. It was strange. After a few seconds, his expression returned back to normal, and turned his eyes back to the boys.

"They do indeed call me Gabriel," he announces, confirming that his name was that I spoke.

"Gabriel? The Archangel?" Sam was astonished at the fact it was an Archangel. Gabriel flashed his eyebrows up, expressing that it was true.

"Guilty," he responded.

"Ok, Gabriel. How does an Archangel become a Trickster?" Dean asked the important question.

"My own private witness protection. I skipped out of Heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world... Till you two screwed it all up,"

"And what did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the Pagans?" Dean asks.

"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything,"

"What happened? Why'd you leave?" I piped up, wanting to get some of my questions in.

"Well, do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douche-nozzles,"

"Shut your cake hole," Gabriel sounded angry as the words left his mouth and his eyes locked onto Dean. "You don't know anything about my family. I loved my Father, my Brothers -- loved them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it, ok?!" His voice was raised, his eyes flicking between the three of us. "So I left. And now it's happening all over again,"

"Then help us stop it," Sam pleaded.

"It can't be stopped," Gabriel admitted. It's been long foretold, and it shall happen.

"You want to see the end of the world?" Dean asks, as Gabriel liked being on Earth having fun with its people.

"I want it to be over!" He exclaims. "I have to sit back, and watch my own brothers kill each other, thanks to you two! Heaven, Hell -- I don't care who wins! I just want it to be over!" He was getting emotional, I couldn't imagine what he was feeling, and all that time in Heaven watching his family tear one another apart.

"Well, it doesn't have to be like that. There has to be some way to -- to pull the plug," Sam offered a solution, but Gabriel just laughed at him.

"Oh, you do not know my family. What you guys call the Apocalypse. I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this -- because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You think you'd be able to relate," Gabirel offered, trying to crawl under their skins, or he was just trying to make them see what they needed.

"What are you talking about?" Sam was confused, but Gabriel clicks his tongue, and turns his head for a moment, then brings it back round with a whistle.

"You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it... Michael -- the big brother, loyal to an absent father. And Lucifer -- the little brother, rebellious of daddy's plan... You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in Heaven," Gabriel raises his hands into the sky. "So it must be on Earth," he lowers his hands down to indicate Earth. "One brother has to kill the other," it was like Gabriel was reciting a prophecy, there was probably one up there.

"What the hell are you saying?" Dean retorted.

"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always," Gabriel's eyes turned to each one of us, feeling like I was a part in all of this.

"Guys, I didn't sign up for this shit," I announced, twisting my body to face the boys. "I know what I am, I know I had to pick a side. But I didn't choose to be in the line of fire. Lucifer will see me as a Demon who sided with Heaven. And Michael, will only see the Demon in me," I explained wildly, as it was the truth, I wouldn't be picked for either side. "I'm looking out for me, like I've done for three centuries... I'm sorry," I raised my hand up, ready to leave these two to deal with the shit they made.

"That's not true," Gabriel announces, making me stop half-way before any black smoke could form.

"What?" I asked, lowering my hand back down to my side and taking a few steps closer to the edge of the circle.

"You're more important than you know," he spoke with a gentle voice. "I wish this was a TV show, easy answers and endings wrapped up in a bow. But this is real. And it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's got to be," Gabriel said, he knew a lot more than he was letting on, but he wasn't going to share it willingly.

"I need air," I state, grabbing the right side of the bottom of my dress, and hiking it up, and begin to walk towards the exit. Squinting my eyes slightly, as the door shot open, and allowed me to exit. Leaving Gabriel and the boys behind.

That son of a bitch, was going to give me some answers one way or another...

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