The Winchester front seemed a bit cold, I haven't received any messages from either of the boys. It's been weeks, and normally they would have had a case by now. I bet it was all down to Dean who said he could get past us hooking up, but clearly he didn't want me around. He couldn't let sex be sex, no he has to go further and not want me around helping out. I could just slap that boy into next week.

Black smoke crawled from the ground, engulfing me in seconds. My vision faded for a mere moment, as the smoke faded from view. I was standing in the living room of Bobby's house. Freshly baked goods waved through the air, and a soapy smell roamed the rest of the house. My eyebrows knitted together, as I turned my sights on the living room, but it was clean and tidy.

"What in an alternative timeline is this?" I mumbled to myself, just as I came full circle, I saw Bobby wheel himself through the archway that led from the hallway into the living room. His eyes landed on me and quickly went wide.

"Abigael?!" He seemed shocked to see me, as he scrambled forward. I noticed his hair was clean, and his whole attire had this cleanliness too - crisp and sharp one would say. "What are you doing here?! You can't just pop up!" Bobby was stern as his voice was raised in annoyance.

"Have you washed?" I pushed my head back slightly in confusion, as the aroma of the soap was mainly coming off of him.

"Leave!" He extended his arm out, and pointed for me to leave.

"Where are the boys?" I discarded his comment, and folded my arms over my chest, giving him a stern look. As he knew I wasn't going to leave without getting an answer. As if on cue, I could hear the purr of the Impala coming closer and closer, heading up to the house. Bobby seemed stunned for a moment, as he too could hear the familiar engine of the Impala growing closer.

"There's your answer," he quickly rotated himself around, and angrily pushed his wheels forward. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I took off my leather jacket, and slung it across the couch, before taking a seat. Crossing one leg over the other, and waited for them to come back in.

"You know how many times we called?" Dean's rough voice pierced my ears before both of them noticed I was sitting on the couch. "You make house calls now?" Dean pointed the question to me, he seemed rather annoyed seeing that I was here.

"Nice to see you too Dean," I threw him a cheeky wink, and he became tense under my gaze.

"Where have you been?" Dean got back on track, locking his gaze back on Bobby.

"Playing murderball," Bobby spun himself around to face the boys.

"What's that smell?" Dean noticed the soap smell lingering through the house. "Is that soap? Did you clean?" Dean asked, eyes locking back with Bobby.

"What are you, my Mother? Bite me!" Bobby snapped back at Dean, not wanting to be lectured on hygiene.

"Bobby, seriously," Sam interjected, getting the trio back to the task at hand.

"I've been working. You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil," Bobby reminded us that the apocalypse was upon us, and the Devil was walking around.

"Find anything?" Dean pondered the question.

"What do you think?" Bobby spoke in a shallow tone, meaning that he hadn't made any progress.

"Bobby, it's just," Sam paused for a moment, taking his gaze to his brother, and let out a chuckle, stepping to the left. "There's a case, less than five miles from your house," Sam perched himself onto the desk.

"What, the– the Benny Sutton thing? That's what this is about?" Bobby replied, already knowing about the case - which I did not.

"You knew about this?" Dean flashed his eyebrows up,taking his gaze to Bobby.

"Hell, yes. I checked into it already there's nothing here,"

"Except a witness who saw a dead guy commit murder," Sam states, his voice rose a little.

"A zombie case! And you didn't phone!" My voice soared through the air, quickly standing to my feet, as my eyes flicked between Dean and Sam. "I'm utterly shocked. I'm a witch for God sake, raising the dead is a package deal," I exclaimed, throwing up my hands, before they slapped back down to my side.

"If Sabrina here is finished," Bobby spoke after a moment of my outburst. "What witness? Digger Wells?" Bobby states, but I just scoffed and shook my head at him.

"Yeah. So?"

"So, he's a drunk," Bobby defended, saying that he knew this 'Digger' and he sounds like the town drunk.

"Well, what about the lightning storms? They look like omens," Sam went on, giving more evidence that this was a case, and not a random person's imagination.

"Except in February in South Dakota in storm season," Bobby was trying to ease the tension, and believing it wasn't anything supernatural. "Guys, I thought it was something, too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar," he was trying to smooth things over.

"So who killed the guy?" Sam asked the important question, men don't just drop without a cause.

"Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grad-A son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year long, wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass," it painted a clear picture in my mind of who this guy was. In front of me, he would have been dead three seconds in.

"So, you're telling us... Nothing?"

"Sorry," Bobby sighed. "Looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one," there wasn't a case here for the boys to solve.

"All righty," I clapped my hands together, and walked forward, leaning down and wrapping my arms around Bobby's shoulder. "Maybe I did waste a trip, you know how it is. Always a pleasure Bobbikies," I squeezed him slightly, as he scrunched his body up, as he didn't know how to react. "Dean, a word," I leaned back up, and locked eyes with Dean, giving him a death glare.

"We're just about to-"

"It wasn't a request," my tone was stern and darkened, as he knew he was going to be in trouble. I swayed my hips past Bobby, and then Dean, heading into the hallway. I opened the front door, and exited, waiting on the small porch Bobby had. A few seconds later, the door to the house opens, and then I turn to see Dean - ready to face the music. He closes the door, and locks eyes with me, before stepping closer.

"Abigael now isn't-" I raised my hand up, and did a curling action with my fingers into my palm, as his words were lost. His lips were moving but no sound came from his mouth.

"I told you not to make this awkward, and what do you do?" I raised my eyebrow to him as I lowered my hand, but he still could not speak. "We had sex. Amazing, incredible sex at that," I was only speaking the truth. "But, I'm not being coy, or battering my eyelashes at you like a Disney Princess," Dean began to speak, but still no sound left his mouth so he gave up half-way. "Look, Dean. We had a moment of weakness, we both were vulnerable. One thing led to another. But I don't regret it. You might, but I don't," I don't regret sleeping with him, and nor was it a mistake.

I waved my hand out to him, my fingers gracefully flowing, as the spell over him vanished and he could speak once again. However, I didn't give him the chance, as with a single thought, I was engulfed in black smoke, and soon dispersed from Dean's view. I reformed in Sioux Falls graveyard, it was quiet, every graveyard was. As who would want to be reminded of death all the time.

My feet carried me through - as my eyes scanned the area. Tomb stones after tombstones, name after name, people who were once family left to rot in the ground. I found myself looking at an angel statue, it was a large one, but didn't take up much space - if that was possible. I couldn't help but snicker at the thought of Angels, but then my mind was flooded with questions.

"I need answers," I spoke softly to myself, looking at the Angel statue in its eyes. "Gabriel, please. I know you can hear me... Don't make me look crazy by talking to myself," it was his nature, well witness protection so he says.

"I wouldn't do that," a voice rang out from behind, making me spin on my heels, to see Gabriel in all of his glory, wearing standard clothes, and had a jacket on. "Good to see you Abigael," a thin smile etched the corner of his lips.

"I need answers, and my choices of getting them are dwindling," I state, taking a few steps closer to him. "I have no clear idea what my role is in this. And I don't want to believe that my role is to drive a wedge between brothers," I couldn't believe that, I can't believe it.

"You think your role is that little?" Gabriel states, raising an eyebrow, because he knew that it wasn't as simple as that. "Your role in this is greater than anything. You could tip the scale dramatically if you side with Lucifer, even Michael-"

"Either of them, the Earth still gets damned," I replied, cutting Gabriel off. "I don't want a part in that. Maybe decades ago, but meeting the Winchesters', they've changed me," it was the truth, since knowing them, my ways have lessened, and I've become some-what good.

"They are still 'the' vessels, and you know what mortals are like. Anything can get them to say yes. Pressure, guilt, protecting the ones they love," Gabriel was right about that. They could easily give in to save one another's lives, and I know they would do that.

"Who is Aradia? What do I look like her?" I state, but Gabriel shook his head slightly, having no clue.

"Your guess is as good as mine," he replied, shrugging his shoulders at me. "And don't leave here. There's something in this town, you might want to check," in a blink of an eye, Gabriel had vanished from my sights. My hands turned into fists, as I held them up in annoyance.

"I wasn't finished! Dick!" I raised my voice, just as a bird flapped its wing and flew off, scared due to my raised voice. I grumbled to myself, and threw my hands down. For once, I wanted an Angel just to talk to me for more than five minutes, before disappearing. Is this what the boys feel like, when I just disappear on them?

For now, the Aradia situation was going to be pushed back to the back of my mind. Until, I solved this case. If I solved it before the boys, I could get some credibility around here. And for them to take me seriously. Let's see what this graveyard has in store for me...

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