(A/n I'm replacing my authors notes at the end with nice aesthetic photos in the beginning. Love you guyss!!)

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We went on a witch hunt with some Irish guy that made people younger and older, who made Dean and Bobby both twenty five years older, then gave Sam STDs, and almost killed Dean. Sam saved Dean and then Dean had a heartfelt conversation that I may or may not have eavesdropped on a little bit.

We were currently on an investigation of some guy getting his head ripped off by a "bear". We had talked to the wife of the man, and she said she had seen the Hulk kill him. Lou Ferrigno Hulk to be exact. Sam and I went to investigate the house and found a hole in the door and candy wrappers at the scene, and me, being the child that I was, made Sam stop at a gas station so that I could get some candy for myself. After that, we went back to the motel we were staying at at the time and found out what Dean had found. He said that the guy was basically a hot head, who was killed by TV's greatest hothead. We then put the pieces together.

We were dealing with a trickster.

Sam had the great idea of using him and I couldn't say I was fully against it. The Trickster was powerful, and if we could get him to help, he could come in handy. We then waited for the next hint that he was here around a police radio. We heard someone talk about something confusing and we decided that was our cue, so we left.

We showed up at an abandoned warehouse and became wary when there were no police cars whatsoever around the area. If a murder really happened, the place would be flooded with sirens and cars and officers. We walked into the building warily, and that's when it happened.

I looked around to find that we were now, somehow, in a totally different building, one that wasn't abandoned and had nurses and Doctors walking around. I looked down to see that I was in a nurses outfit and my brothers were in doctor outfits.

"What the hell?" Dean asked, confused as Sam looked at his coat.

"Why don't I get to be a doctor?" I whined. Two girls walked up, one in a doctor outfit and the other in a nurses outfit and they both greeted my brothers with flirtatious looks.

"Doctor." they both greeted, one after the other before walking away and I grimaced.

""Doctor"?" Sam asked and an idea popped into my head as I turned to Dean.

"You know where we are, don't you?" I asked, getting excited before turning and running to the main room. I turned back to see some brunette slap Sam and I glared.

"Seriously?" she asked and I walked back up to them.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Seriously, you're brilliant, you know that?" she asked and I once again grimaced, "And a coward. You're a brilliant coward."

"Okay, one, ew, two, no one gets to slap my brother and call him a coward but m-oh my god." I said, walking in front of Sam and looking at the brunette, who I recognized. She glared at me before slapping me and my eyes widened. Before I could say anything, she walked away, "I was just slapped by the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I said quickly, watching her walk away.

"I don't believe this." Dean said and I looked at him with a grin as he looked at me.

"That was Dr. Piccolo." we said in unison. I'd watch Dr. Sexy MD a few times with Dean, mainly on my own (if you know what I mean) and I was a huge fan. So was Dean, but he wouldn't really ever admit it.

"Who?" Sam asked in confusion and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Dr. Ellen Piccolo." Dean restated.

"The sexy-yet-earnest doctor at-" I started as Dean began walking forward.

"Seattle Mercy Hospital." he said and I clapped and pointed at him.

"Exactly." I said and he shook his head.

"No, I mean, we are at Seattle Mercy Hospital." he said and I walked up beside him to see what he was looking at, seeing a giant sign from the show that said the name of the hospital. I was practically jumping with joy as this was one of my favorite shows.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Sam asked in confusion.

"The doctor getups. The-the-the sexy interns. The "seriously's." It all makes sense." Dean tried to explain, but Sam still didn't get it.

"What makes sense? What's going on?" Sam asked in confusion. I groaned.

"We are in "Dr. Sexy, M.D." I said excitedly and Dean and I exchanged grins. Sam just looked very, very confused.

"Dude, what the hell?" I asked as we walked down the hall. Don't get me wrong, I was very excited, but this was not where we were supposed to be.

"I don't know." Sam said.

"No, seriously, what the hell?" Dean repeated me.

"I don't know." Sam repeated once again, this time sounding more agitated.

"One theory. Any theory." Dean said. I was racking my brain trying to think of something.

"Maybe the Trickster trapped us in some kind of bizzaro TV land." I offered. It seemed like the only logical answer.

"That's your theory? That's stupid." Dean said and I glared at him.

"I may be short, but I can still kick your ass." I muttered angrily.

"I think it's logical. You're the ones that said we're in "Dr. Sexy, M.D."" Sam said and I smiled at him, giving Dean a mocking grin.

"Yeah, but TV Land isn't TV Land. I mean, there's actors a-and lights and crew members. You know? This looks real." Dean said and I nodded, looking around.

"It can't be." Sam said quietly and I shrugged.

"I think if the trickster can kill someone with the hulk and make you relive a single day over and over again, he's powerful enough to do something like this." I said and they looked at me with a face that just said "great".

Dean and I continued to point out characters from the show that we knew and I almost began to want to thank the trickster.

"I mean, at least he put us in a hot show." I mumbled, looking for Dr. Sexy. Yes, he was attractive. Yes, I would want to sleep with him if I didn't have Cass. Not that I want to sleep with Cass... Yet.

We turned and I almost felt my heart jump out of my chest as I grabbed Dean's arm, gently hitting him repeatedly.

"Dean, Dean, it's him. It's Dr. Sexy." I said and Dr. Sexy caught eye contact with me and I quickly turned away. He walked up to us and looked at Dean.

"Doctor." he said and Dean looked like a kid meeting his favorite actor and trying to contain his excitement.

"Doctor." he said and Dr. Sexy then turned to me.

"Nurse." he said and I smiled slightly.

"Doctor." I said, looking down. He then turned to Sam.

"Doctor." he greeted and Sam just looked bored, not saying anything and I nudged him harshly and he sent a bitch face my way.

"Doctor." he repeated bluntly.

"Do you want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beale?" he asked Dean sternly and I looked down at our feet, noticing something off about Dr. Sexy.

"One reason?" Dean asked nervously and I looked up, glaring and pushing the Doctor to the wall, "W-W-What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"Shoes, look at the shoes." I said, glaring straight into his eyes, "You're not Dr. Sexy."

"You're crazy." he said and I giggled.

"Maybe a little, but I know that part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots, not tennis shoes." I argued and heard Sam chuckle slightly behind me.

"You're scary when it comes to your fandom's." he said and I smiled.

"Thanks brother." I said and Dr. Sexy, or the Trickster, looked to a couple nurses walking nearby,

"Call security." he said and I grinned.

"Try it, pal, but we know what you are." I said and saw everything around us freeze. When I looked back to him, he changed from Dr. Sexy, to a familiar face that I knew as the Trickster.

"You guys are getting better." he said and I smiled.

"Thanks, now get us out of this place." I said and his eyes widened as he looked around in fake confusion.

"Or what? Don't see your wooden stakes, tough girl." he said, forcefully moving my arms which caused me to wince slightly.

"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick." Sam said and even I could see the trap he was stepping into with that sentence.

"Hello-o-o?" he said, dragging out the o with sass, "Trickster?" he circled a finger in front of his face, "Come on! I heard you three yahoos were in town. How could I resist?"

"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked angrily.

"You like it? It's all homemade." he said, turning and beginning to walk down the hall, "My own sets," he knocked on the wall, "my own actors." he gestured to the nurses that were frozen halfway down the hall, "Call it my own little idiot box." he said and I glared.

"How do we leave?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"That, my friend, is the $64 question." he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. We just-we need to talk to you. We need your help." Sam said and I nodded. The Trickster pointed his eyebrows and hummed.

"Let me guess. You three mutton-heads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess?" he said and I huffed.

"Well, I wouldn't word it like that, and I wouldn't call us mutton-heads-"

"Please." Sam cut me off, "Just five minutes. Hear us out."

"Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty four hours, we'll talk."

"Survive what?" Dean asked, just as confused as me and Sam.

"The game." the Trickster answered happily.

"What game?" I asked and he looked at me.

"You're in it." he winked and I just stared at him in confusion.

"How do we play?" Dean asked.

"You're playing it." the Trickster answered and I groaned.

"What are the rules?" I asked, annoyed. He looked at me and just bounced his eyebrows twice, winked again, and disappeared.

"Oh, son of a bitch." Dean said and I rolled my eyes.

"He'd be cute if he wasn't such a jerk." I muttered and they both looked at me, to which I held my hands up in defense, "Just saying."

"Dr. Sexy?" A nurse asked, walking up to us as time began again. We all turned to her as she walked away to look for the man that had "magically" disappeared.

We were walking down the hallway, Dean scolding me and Sam for wanting to talk to the Trickster instead of kill him, when Dr. Piccolo walked back up to us and tried to slap Sam again. He then told her he wasn't a doctor, to which she gave a heartfelt speech about how he was an amazing doctor and all the while, I was mouthing things to Dean about how hot she was and he just nodded. After she walked away, we began to walk again when out of nowhere came a man who stopped us to ask Dean to do a face transplant on his wife. Dean then basically told him that his life was a lie and we were on our way, when a gunshot was heard and me and Sam caught Dean while he was falling.

Suddenly, we were in an operation room and I was in a full on nurse outfit and Sam in a doctor's outfit. Sam was having trouble with the sophisticated tools they were giving him to work with, so instead the doctors orders were things a hunter could use. Things I'd be able to use. He then had no trouble stitching Dean up while I sat aside with a smirk.

"How ya doing there, Deanie?" I asked and I could almost feel his glare, even though he was face down.

"Shut up." he muttered.

Suddenly everything began to change and I furrowed my eyebrows as my brothers disappeared from sight.

"Sam? Dean?" I asked as I heard clapping and people shouting in another language. I looked down and my eyes widened as I was wearing something new that wasn't covering me at all. It was a red top that barely went below my breasts and a skirt the same color with knee high socks and boots. I felt something on my head and looked around to see girls in the same outfit as me, the head-thing was a headband with devil horns. How ironic. I looked around to see Sam and Dean standing on platforms in front of me, weird looking shoes on their feet as a little Asian man walked out to look at a crowd, speaking a language that I guessed was Japanese.

"Let's play "Nut-Cracker"!" He said excitedly, pumping his fist in the air multiple times. It was then that I realized buttons beside the boys and the short stick with the ball on the end and my eyes widened. I didn't know whether to feel bad or smirk. The man backed up and reached into his jacket, speaking Japanese again as he pulled out cards, reading them, "Sam Winchester..." he said, looking at Sam and asking a question in Japanese. Oh the poor boys, I decided I'd pity them, "Countdown." the man said after his question and Sam looked at me before back at the man.

"What? Uh... What am I supposed to say?" he asked me and Dean.

"You think I know?" Dean said and they both looked at me. I shrugged.

"Beats me. I'm just glad I'm not a guy." I said and remembered calling the Trickster cute, "Maybe he heard me and doesn't want to punish me." I grinned before remembering my outfit.

"Also, gross." Dean said, pointing at my outfit and I shrugged.

"Uh, I-I don't-I don't understand, uh, Japanese." Sam said to the host, who in return spoke more Japanese to him. Sam chuckled nervously, "Is he screwing with me? I-I-I-I-I can't speak Japanese." there was a buzzing noise and the guy looked almost pitiful as he said something else in Japanese.

"...Ruby!" he finished, "I'm sorry, Sam Winchester." he bowed and my eyes widened as I tried to move to help him, but it was like I was stuck to my spot.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Sam asked nervously. There was a bit of laughter as he looked at Dean and me. In an instant, the stick with the ball connected to it swung up and hit Sam where the sun doesn't shine. Even I winced as Sam groaned in pain, grabbing his man bits.

"Whoa! Nut-Cracker!" the host shouted, doing the fist bump thing again as Dean covered his mouth with wide eyes.

"Sam?" Dean asked.

"You okay?" I asked and Sam looked at us both with a bitch face that practically said "Does it look like I'm okay?". A girl started speaking Japanese and the host walked over to her for the advertisement. I didn't pay attention as I looked at my brother in pain. There was a banging on the big blue door behind them and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Now what?" Dean asked in annoyance. In burst through Castiel and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Cass!" I shouted, trying to run to him, but I was still stuck in place. The host made a weird pose and yelled "no" but I ignored him as I stared at Cass. Once he saw me, his eyes went wide as he looked over my outfit, "That is entirely wrong." I mumbled just loud enough for me to hear before looking at my brothers.

"Is this another trick?" Sam asked and I realized that it could be.

"It's me. Uh, what are you doing here?" he asked, looking at all of us.

"Us? What are you doing here?" Dean asked.

"Looking for you. You've been missing for days." Cass answered and I smirked.

"Did you miss me?" I asked and he didn't look at me as a shade of pink crossed his neck.

"Get us the hell out of here." Sam said, trying to ignore me.

"Let's go." Cass said, walking up, keeping eye contact with me as he raised two fingers to each of the boys forehead. Before he could touch them, he disappeared from sight like a glitch in a video game.

"Cass?" I said, raising my voice with a frown as the host walked up between the boys again, wagging a finger.

"No, no, no, no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty boy angels." he said and I sighed.

"Well, at least I'm not the only one that thinks he's pretty." I joked and Sam looked at me, still obviously in pain.

"Really, Rhett? Now?" he asked and I held up my hands in defense. The host began speaking Japanese once again and Dean looked in thought.

"Dean Winchester..." the host said and began to ask Dean a question in Japanese, "Countdown." he said, twirling his arm in a circle.

"What do I do? I don't want to get hit in the nuts." Dean asked me and Sam in fear and I thought for a moment.

"Believe you can answer it and answer it." I said and Sam nodded, pointing at me.

"Yeah, like I played a doctor and operated, I did what the trickster wanted me to do, maybe we just have to go along with it." Sam said and Dean looked more confused than me in a math class.

"Go along with what?" he asked in confusion.

"With the game. I mean, we're on a game show, right? So just answer the question." Sam said and I nodded.

"In Japanese?" Dean asked skeptically.

"Yeah, believe it and do it. Like flying with pixie dust." I said and a siren began to blare.

"Damn it." Dean pressed the red button beside him and it made the sound of old fashioned computers. Dean looked down and began to speak Japanese and I smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. The host looked down at his card before back up to Dean, saying something while nodding, so I'm guessing he got it right. The guy yelled something and Dean shut his eyes as if expecting to be hit in the nuts.

"Dean Winchester-"Nut-Cracker" Champion!" the host shouted as he threw his cards in the air and I smiled, clapping for him with the crowd.

"How did you do that?" Sam asked and Dean turned to him with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"I have no idea."

"So that's it? We play our roles, we survive." Sam said.

"Yeah. Play our roles for how long?" Dean asked.

"Twenty four hours, are you deaf?" I said, remembering what the Trickster had said.

Soon the scenery changed again and I looked down to see myself in my normal clothes, wiping fake sweat from my forehead dramatically.

We were now in a commercial for some kind of medicine for genital herpes and no matter how much I didn't want to say it, both me and Sam had to say the line, "We have genital herpes." at the same time, which made me grimace in disgust. Dean was lucky and only had to list off side effects.

The scenery soon changed again and I was glad. This time, it was a sitcom about our life called Supernatural, like Chuck's books, just funnier. Sam and I had walked into the motel to find Dean and a huge sandwich, and when asked about doing his research, a girl walked out of Deans room to "do research".

"Son of a bitch." Dean said and I tried not to laugh by biting my lip. Sam walked to the girl.

"I am really, really very sorry, but..." he began to lead her to the door, clearing his throat, "...We've got some work to do."

"But we did do work..." the girl looked at Dean with a flirtatious smile, "...In depth." she said before looking at me and waving, to which I winked, gaining a glare from Dean. After Sam shut the door on her, he turned back to us as Dean kept a fake smile on his face.

"How long do we have to keep doing this?" he asked through his teeth as Sam awkwardly smiled, shuffling back towards us.

"I don't know." he said, "Maybe forever?" he asked and the audience laughed, "We might die in here." he said, gaining the most laughs.

"How is that funny?" Dean asked, turning to the audience and I rolled my eyes, sitting at the table with the huge sandwich.

"If you guys aren't going to eat it, I will." I said and Dean slapped my hand away.

"Mine."

Before I could argue, the door opened and I stood back up, turning to see Cass once again. This time, I wasn't stuck and so I began to run up and hug him before noticing that his face was busted up. His nose was bleeding and cut and there was a cut on his eye as well.

"You okay?" I asked, hugging him as he awkwardly hugged back. I was confused as to why I hadn't felt the pain Cass had went through. I guess we were in different realms, kind of like what Anna had said.

"I don't have much time." he said, pulling me with him as he walked up to the boys.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"I got out." Cass answered briefly and I raised an eyebrow.

"From where?" Dean asked.

"Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be." he said, causing us to get even more confused.

"What thing? The Trickster?" Dean asked.

"If it is a Trickster." Cass said and I began to understand what he was saying.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked and Cass looked at him, but before he could answer, he was thrown to the wall. In ran the "Trickster".

"Hello!" he said, getting nothing but cheers and applause from the morbid audience, "Thank you!" he said. Cass looked back at him with wide eyes, duct tape placed itself over his mouth somehow, "Thank you. Please, stop." the Trickster said, shutting the door as he waved off his "fans". I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He then turned to Cass, "Hi Castiel." he said happily and Cass looked at me, as if trying to communicate through my mind, but it wasn't working. The Trickster then waved and Cass disappeared like a glitch once more.

"You know him?" Sam asked in confusion.

"Where did you send him?" I asked.

"Relax. He'll live." he waved us off before smirking, "Maybe."

"Alright, you know what? I'm done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it." Dean said, walking up to him. The height difference was slightly amusing, yet the Trickster was still taller than me by a few inches, which was annoying.

"Yeah? Get what, hotshot?" he asked and I walked up beside my older brother.

"Playing our roles, right? That's your game?" I asked.

"That's half of the game." he answered, pointing at me.

"What's the other half?" Sam asked from behind me.

"Play your roles out there." the Trickster answered, waving his hands as if referring far away.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked in confusion.

"You know, Sam, starring as Lucifer. Dean, starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles." he said and I felt like I should just back out of this one. I didn't have a place in this fight.

"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked in confusion as I backed up and pulled up a chair, sitting down and eating my fake popcorn.

"Hells, yeah. Let's light this candle!" the Trickster said excitedly and I stopped, looking at my brothers with a face of worry.

"We do that, the world will end." Sam said angrily.

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" he answered and I froze. Low blow, "Who popped Lucifer out of the box, hmm?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow before looking back at Dean, "Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So, let's get it over with." he said, sounding annoyed. I began to study him, trying to find what Cass looked so worried about. I let my eyes shut for a second before opening them again and my eyes widened.

"Heaven or Hell-which side you on?" Dean asked, except it wasn't Dean. I could see what looked like... What I'd only imagine being his soul. I could still see his face, but there was a bright light coming from his chest. I looked at Sam, his looked the same, except a part of his was darker than the rest, when I looked at the Trickster, his was almost blinding. A blinding... White... Familiar light.

"I'm not on either side." I closed my eyes and shook my head, looking back and they all looked normal again. I began to think I was just hallucinating it.

"Yeah right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?" Dean asked. The Trickster took a step closer to him and I fidgeted in my seat, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s, believe me." he said quietly and I looked at Sam, who glanced at me before I stood up and we both looked back to the two. Dean hummed.

"Oh, you're somebody's bitch."

The Trickster glared and grabbed Dean by his collar, turning and pressing him against the door. As I tried to run to help, Sam grabbed my wrist to stop me so I wouldn't get myself hurt.

"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am." he warned, obviously hurting Dean in some way as he winced.

"Well, you aren't a trickster." I mumbled and he turned to me, glaring as if looking into my soul. He soon looked away.

"Now, listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles destiny has chosen for you." he ordered, looking back at Dean and I gulped, wanting to ask something, but waiting for the right time.

"And if we don't?" Sam asked. The Trickster turned back to us with a small smile.

"Then you'll stay here in TV land... Forever."

"Uh, before you disappear on us." I piped up and he looked at me, "I don't, uh, I don't have a role in this so can I leave?" I asked.

In an instant, I was somewhere else and I looked around, expecting my brothers to be around me, but they were gone.

I recognized where I was. I was in the abandoned warehouse.

"Sam? Dean?"

"Your brothers aren't here." I heard and turned to see the Trickster standing there, arms crossed.

"They're still in TV land, aren't they?" I asked and he chuckled, nodding. I sighed, "Tell me, honestly, whatever you are, do I matter?" I asked and he seemed to tense up.

"You're half angel, half human, yet neither a nephilim or cambion. Heaven's most powerful weapon, they just don't know how to use you. You're more of a plan B." he said and I rolled my eyes.

"And what are you? I know you aren't a Trickster, I saw your soul. It's way too bright to be a Trickster." I said and he smirked, winked, and disappeared. I sighed and sat down, pulling my knees to my chest. I wanted my brother's, but, surprisingly, more than that, I wanted Cass.

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It had been about a day before I returned to the warehouse, still looking for my brothers. I'd called Bobby, but he couldn't do much in his chair. I didn't have Cass, Sam, or Dean and I didn't know what to do.

As I was looking around the warehouse, I began to hear clapping coming from the main big room and ran out to see the Trickster in a circle of fire and my brothers standing outside of it.

"Well played, boys, well played." I heard him say as I ran to my brothers, hugging them before turning back to the Trickster, "Where'd you get the holy oil?" he asked and I looked at the fire. He was an angel. It upset me that my bonehead brothers figured that out before me.

"Oh, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Dean said and I raised an eyebrow at him, "I'll explain later." he said and I nodded, still confused.

"Where'd I screw up?" the angel asked.

"You didn't. But nobody gets a jump on Cass like you did." Sam said.

"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." Dean said and the angel tilted his head slightly.

"Meaning?" he asked, confused.

"Well, call it a personal experience. Nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family." Dean said and put a hand on my shoulder, knowing the way I felt about our dad.

"So which angel are you?" I asked, crossing my arms as I looked him up and down. He looked disappointed in himself, and my point about him being cute if he wasn't terrible to us still stood. He looked at me.

"Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel." he answered and my eyes widened.

"Gabriel? The Archangel?" Sam asked, seemingly not believing him.

"Guilty." he said.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna call you Gabe. Gabie? Gabie sounds adorable." I said and he looked at me.

"Oh, Rhett, you are so cute, but if you call me Gabie, I will smite you." he said, his voice turning serious at the end and I nodded, holding up my hands in defense.

"Alright, Gabriel is good." I said quietly.

"Okay, Gabriel. How does an archangel become a Trickster?" Dean asked curiously.

"My own private witness protection." he replied and I raised an eyebrow, "I skipped out of Heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world... Till you three screwed it all up." he said, pointing at us and I shrugged.

"And what did daddy say when you ran off and joined the Pagans?" Dean asked and I backed up to eat my invisible popcorn once again. I swear, our life was like the best TV show sometimes, but also the worst at others.

"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." Gabriel said, sounding bored with a hint of sadness.

"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked and I looked at him.

"Well, do you blame him?" Dean asked and I turned my attention to him instead, "I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douche-nozzles." Dean said and my eyes widened as I stopped, mid popcorn throw, mouth wide open.

"Shut your cake hole." Gabriel warned and I bit my lip, knowing what it's like to be protective over my family, "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, okay?" he shouted and I gulped. It reminded me of Sam and dad. They would be destroying each other, and although I was the older sibling, I felt like I couldn't do anything but sit back and watch it happen, which I hated, "So I left. And now it's happening all over again."

"If you weren't a jerk or standing in a circle of holy fire, I would so hug you." I said and he held out his arms as if waiting for a hug.

"Henry, we do not hug someone who has literally killed me." Dean said and I pouted up at him.

"Help us stop it." Sam furthered the conversation.

"It can't be stopped." Gabriel sneered at my brother.

"You want to see the end of the world?" Dean asked in confusion, sounding disappointed.

"I want it to be over!" he shouted at him, "I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other, thanks to you three! Heaven, hell-I don't care who wins! I just want it to be over!" I frowned, looking down, remembering my childhood. I would say the exact same thing if I was in his place.

"Well, it doesn't have to be like that." Sam said, more hoping than knowing, "There has to be a way to--to pull the plug." he said and Gabriel stared at him for a second before turning away, laughing.

"Oh, you do not know my family." he said, shaking his head as he bent his knees slightly, as if in a mocking manner, "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." he said and I felt even more out of place.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. Gabriel furrowed his eyes, clicked his tongue, and let out 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." he said, "It's your destiny! It was always you!" he began to reach to the sky, "As it is in heaven, so it must be on Earth. One brother has to kill the other."

"What the Hell are you saying?" Dean asked.

"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you?" he asked, looking at us all, "Because from the moment dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you." he said, "Always." he whispered and I looked at my brothers before back at him.

"No." I said and he looked at me, almost confused before chuckling slightly.

"What?" he asked.

"No! That's not going to happen. We won't let it-I-I won't let it." I said and he gave me a look of pity.

"I'm sorry, but it is, and you will." he said and I shook my head, "Guys, I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, 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 gotta be." he said and I continued shaking my head slowly.

We stood there for a while, trying to go over everything in our heads. I didn't want to believe him.

"So, boys and girl, now what? Stare at each other for the rest of eternity?" he asked after a long silence.

"Bring back Cass." I said, staring at the flames circling him.

"Why should I?" he asked and I glared at the fire.

"Because if you don't, we are going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep fry ourselves an archangel." Dean said angrily and I felt a small smirk cross my face before going back to frowning. He looked at me and Sam before holding up his hand and snapping. I turned to see Cass standing there, panting.

"Cass!" I said happily, running to him and hugging him without thinking, "You okay?" I asked, noticing how out of breath he was and that he still had the cuts on his face that I couldn't feel. I reached up and lightly touched one and he winced slightly, I felt a small sting on my nose and smiled.

"I'm fine." he said, looking at Dean and Sam. I turned back to the three, "Hello, Gabriel." Cass greeted and Gabriel smiled.

"Hey, bro. How's the search for daddy going?  Let me guess. Awful." Gabriel said and I glanced back to Cass to see his eyes widen a bit. I looked back at Gabriel as he made a weird face. I shuffled so that I was somewhat in front of Cass and reached my hand behind me, taking his and hiding it from everyone else in the room.

"Okay, we're out of here." Dean said and began backing up, "Come on, Sam." he said and turned to me and Cass, nodding at me.

"Um. Okay. Hey, guys? So-So what? Huh?" Gabriel asked as we walked to the exit, me pulling Cass along, "You're just gonna-you're gonna leave me here forever?" he asked and we turned back to him, my facial features full of pity.

"No. We're not. 'Cause we don't screw with people the way you do." Dean said angrily, "And for the record... This isn't about some prizefight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped! This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family!" He yelled in anger before turning and breaking the glass on a fire alarm, pulling the switch down. Sprinklers began to shoot water which would eventually put out the fire around Gabriel. He looked up at them before back at us, "Don't say I never did anything for you." Dean said and with that, he walked out of the warehouse, Sam right behind him. I stared at Gabriel for a second before letting go of Cass' hand and following my brothers, leaving Cass inside, "All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think he was telling the truth?" Dean asked as we approached the impala and I smiled.

"I think he believes it." Sam answered as I ran my hand over the impala.

"So, what do we do?" I asked, looking up at the two.

"I don't know." Sam replied with a shrug.

"I'll tell you one thing. Right about now, I wish I was back on a TV show." Dean said and I smirked.

"Even NutCracker!" I shouted, doing the same action as the host had done. Dean pointed at me.

"You do that one more time and I'll shoot you. Get in the car."