|The Past Always Comes Back To Haunt You
Author: Amur Leopard PM
Set just after S5 ep 19. With Gabriel's fate changed by a mysterious newcomer, who seems to have a past with the boys and the angels, and a strange companion. How will things turn out?Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Suspense - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,641 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 05-14-10 - Published: 04-23-10 - id: 5918667
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Supernatural, or anything you might recognise from the show. I do however own Rebecca and Khan.
Hi, this is my first try at a Supernatural Fic, so don't be too hard on me. I had this idea partly before and then after ep 19 and decided to write it. It is currently a sort of one shot but may become more if you guys like it and want me to continue it. So hope I don't disappoint, it's mainly Gabriel but if I continued would include all characters. So I hope you enjoy and if possible you could review, it would be nice!
The Past Always Comes Back to Haunt You...
I walked through the hotel. It was like walking through a war zone. Bodies of the Gods littered the corridors, looking as if they had been casually tossed aside like ragdolls. I shivered, as I thought about the power of Lucifer. An' what's more I hated him, I wanted to tear his soul to pieces for all the things he had done. I didn't blame the boys, even though one of them I had never met, but that was all in the past. I was dead, in a way. A ghost left to wonder the world, but right now I had a purpose again. I had to fix what I had done. I blamed myself for his death, I had sent him here. He had been called by the God Kali, but I had also told him to go. He was one of now only two angels I trusted, as the third had been killed by Michael, but by then she had already lost my respect. I continued silently, hoping not to attract attention. Finally I came to the room where he lay sprawled out. A burnt area, showing what used to be the spread of his wings. I swallowed hard and moved towards him, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. I knelt beside him and pushed a strand of his vessel's hair from his face. I had known him for so long, he was one of the only angels apart from Cas maybe, who had not agreed with what the angels had wanted me to do all those years ago. Still, although I was originally human, I didn't feel human really anymore now I had completed the task and returned to the human domain.
I stared at Gabriel, and took a deep breath.
"I'm so sorry," I started. "I shouldn't have pushed you into this,"
I paused, looking at his handsome face.
"Well, you would probably argue I didn't, but it feels like it," I continued. "But now, I'm going to change your fate, we still need you Gabriel. It's what God wants,"
I placed my right hand underneath his head, and my left on his chest. I then closed my eyes and hung my head, breathing slow and deep. I summoned the power within me, within my soul and let it flow through my body. Hot and bright, it flowed through my veins. My head lifted as the power rose, and I opened my eyes revealing them to be to bright shining orbs. My entire body started to glow softly, as did Gabriel's. Light filled the room, bright white light and my body shook and I felt slight pain, and then I let out a piercing scream.
Suddenly, the light was gone and I heard a gasp below me like someone resurfacing from underwater. I glanced down into Gabriel's light brown eyes. He looked at me, trying to focus.
"Rebecca?" he croaked.
"Oh my God! Um sorry…it worked!" I said, slightly amazed by my own power.
"What did you do?" he said, his voice rough. "I died, I'm sure of it,"
"Um, yeah, about that…" I started.
"Are you saying you brought me back?" he asked.
"Look, let's not talk about that now, we need to get moving," I said.
He gave me a look, and then slowly started trying to get up. He winced in pain as he moved, and slowly managed to stumble to his feet. He had just got up, when his legs seemed to give way and I had to grab him to prevent him from falling.
"You didn't do a very good job!" he grumbled, but I knew he was just trying to make light of the situation.
"Well, it's better then nothing, you just need some rest," I said, now taking his weight.
"We don't need sleep, you know that," he replied. "We just heal,"
"Well you know the effect I have on your kind or on anyone really," I said, smiling. "An' as far as I remember the angel's version of healing is collapsing into unconsciousness,"
"Only when we aren't connected to heaven anymore," he replied, his breathing sounded laboured.
"Look we have to go now," I said, moving him towards the door.
"We can't fly, I don't think I have the strength and I don't know what you're capable of anymore," he said, coughing and then wincing.
"I came here in a car, so that's how we'll leave," I stated.
We made our way slowly out to the car. He stared at it, as I brought him to it. The thing was, I could never tell if he always meant what he said, and so he could say one thing and mean another.
"You still have this old piece of junk?" he rasped.
"It's not junk, it's a classic 1968 black mustang," I retorted.
"With racing stripes, is there something you haven't told me?" he said, I was glad to still see some of his humour.
"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes.
Once we were both in, I started up the engine and drove off into the night. We drove in relative silence. Gabriel sat with his eyes closed and his head resting back against the seat. I knew he wasn't asleep, but it was better he was resting. We drove for several hours before I turned off, and headed down a long dirt track. When we finally reached the house, I parked and then noticed we were not alone. On the porch by the door sat my friend. He looked menacing sat there, his dark amber eyes watching. I made a move to get out and went round to the left hand side to get Gabriel out. As we made our way on to the porch, he didn't react at all to my friend. He had seen him many times before. We stumbled into the house, and I started to make for the stairs.
"Rebecca, I don't need a bed," he mumbled, trying to push me away.
"Yes you do, it's more comfy then the couch," I replied, coaxing him to the stairs.
"Please not yet, I need to talk to you first," he said, looking at me.
"This is not one of your tricks is it?" I said, looking him up and down.
"No," he said, seriously.
So now I made for the couch. He sat down, wincing still. I felt bad, I may have brought him back, but I hadn't had the energy to heal him completely. I think he noticed my worried expression.
"I'll be fine, just a bit sore," he said, giving me one of his grins.
"Hmm, what did you want to say?" I said, getting to the point.
"The Winchesters, I'm assuming you still plan to help them?" he started.
"Yes, they still need to finish this," I replied.
"An' you still want my help?" he asked.
"Yes, but obviously going after Lucifer again, is not the best option," I stated.
He chuckled and winced again.
"Don't worry, wasn't planning on doing that right now," he rasped.
"Good, but I will have Khan keep an eye on them," I said, still watching him. "You've sent them after the rings, haven't you?"
"Yes, that's what you told me, so I thought it's what you wanted," he said, shifting slightly.
"It's good, but we must be ready when the time comes," I told him. "The showdown is coming, and they'll need all the help they can get,"
"Yes, of course,"
"So, now you must rest," I said getting up. "As long as that's all you wanted to say,"
"For now," he said. "But, I will agree with you, the couch is not all that comfy!"
I smiled, helping him up. We made our way up stairs to one of the spare rooms. He got in under the covers and relaxed.
"I don't know what it is about you, but I can always sleep around you," he said, closing his eyes.
"Just me, I suppose," I replied.
"Hmm, it's strange…" he murmured.
I waited until his breathing had become deep and slow, and then left closing the door to behind me. Here we were safe, here we were protected; for now at least. I reached the bottom of the stairs, and Khan was waiting near the door.
"I am ready Mistress," he growled, in his deep voice, and then he flicked his head in the direction I had come from. "How's he holding up?"
"He's asleep for now, I need you to go keep an eye on the Winchesters," I replied.
"As you wish Mistress, I suppose you want me to keep a low profile," he said.
"Well I don't want them to know your there," I said, looking him in the eyes.
"An' what if they get into trouble?"
"Only if they can't get out of it, and there was no one to help them," I said, making sure he got the point.
He nodded and turned to go.
"Oh and Khan!" I said, he turned. "Stay in touch, you know in the usual way,"
He grinned as only he could, and answered in my mind.
"Of course, as always Mistress, as always,"
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