A/N: Hey, sorry it took, well, over a year to update! I kept trying to write this part but nothing came to me… I was about to give up all hope when I revisited my playlist that I made specifically for this fic, and BAM! I was a force that could not be stopped. So, this is the riveting second part of She Talks To Angel… With a cameo that I'm sure you'll enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, I wouldn't be sitting here writing about it.
I woke up drooling on the counter of a bar, the smell of beer and salt filling my nostrils until I began to cough, lifting my head up. I felt like I had the worst hangover in existence… What did I drink last night?
Groggily, I began to rub my eyes, attempting to wake myself up from the weird nightmare that I had. Hellhounds, angels, Dean and Sam, dying… Whatever I did drink, I vowed never to drink it again. That's when I finally opened my eyes and was staring into the deep ones of a seemingly very amused man.
"Those weren't dreams, sweetheart."
Four words in and I already knew that I definitely wasn't gonna like this guy. I groaned, glaring at him as I attempted to figure out where I was, who he was, and if this place was even real. So, I ignored him for a bit, walking towards a sink and pouring myself a glass of water, gulping it down as if I hadn't had anything to drink in years. Where was I…?
"Duluth. You know Duluth, right?" Of course it was Duluth… I looked around the familiar bar for a moment, sucking in a breath as I silently commanded my heart rate to slow. My eyes flickered back to the unfamiliar man. He was short… I could tell that even with him sitting on the bar stool. And he was eating a chocolate bar. The hell…?
"Yeah, but I don't know you," I quipped back at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion as I went to reach for the shotgun I had stashed under the bar before I left. If it was still there, it'd be a miracle… Lo and behold, it was. But, of course, it disappeared. Now why didn't I see that one coming? It appeared on the counter, which confirmed my suspicions. Supernatural being sitting at my bar eating a chocolate bar. Lovely.
"No, you don't. But you will. Name's Gabe… Bet you've heard of me. Kind of a big deal," he told me, shrugging his shoulders like he was some sort of god. I tried to wrack my brain for a second and finally shook my head.
"Not ringing any bells." I tried to stay calm. I tried to stay casual. All I really wanted to know is who or what he was and what the hell he was doing in the bar. I'd also like to learn the date, too… But I'd worry about that later. He almost seemed offended at this, widening his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows at the same time and creating quite the comical facial expression. Suddenly, a bright green drink appeared beside him… An appletini. He drank appletinis…? I cringed. Even I didn't drink that crap. He looked at me quietly, as if I was supposed to have some sort of life changing epiphany about who he was and I merely shook my head. "No. Seriously. I don't know."
"Gabriel. Come on, blondie. Use that brain I know you have." I wanted to make a remark telling him that he didn't know a damn thing about me, but seeing as how that would do me no good, I stayed quiet. I tried to think again. Whose name is Gabriel and is kind of a big deal and drinks girly drinks? … Then it hit me. I just ended a conversation with an angel. Yeah, I'm still kind of getting over that one. And he said that the angels would help… I put my glass down on the counter, leaning against it as I opened my mouth.
"Okay, you're an angel… Wait, Gabriel? Like the Gabriel?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He put one finger on his nose, pressing against it a few times with a smirk.
"Bingo, kiddo." Great, now he's calling me "kiddo". If he wasn't a freaking archangel, I would punch him in the face. Instead, I clenched and unclenched my fists, eyeing him curiously.
"So… What does the great and wonderful Archangel Gabriel want with me?" I asked flatly. It was curious to say the least… That an Archangel was gracing me with his unwelcome presence. Gabriel was about to open his mouth when the door opened, the ringing of a bell sounding that more than one person was entering the bar.
"Showtime, blondie. Now put on a smile. Guys like it when you smile," he told me, flicking his finger in my direction and causing me to smile almost painfully. I looked at him in alarm, but he just chuckled and set me free. Working my jaw for a moment bitterly, I turned to the people that just walked into the bar. There was four of 'em. Three guys and a pretty butch looking girl who was giving me the up and down that made me feel like I needed a rape shower. Two of the three guys were being pretty rowdy, laughing and shoving each other like complete morons. The other one, though, had his hands shoved in his pockets and was looking around the bar curiously. I raised an eyebrow at this and let them all sit at the bar before exchanging a glance with Gabriel. He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. The shotgun had disappeared again, thank God… I didn't feel like having to explain that one.
"Two Jacks on the rocks and a Bud, gorgeous," one of the morons told me and the way he said it made my skin crawl. But, I've dealt with creeps all my life… And even though I was still getting over the whole "I just died and now I'm serving dumbasses drinks in a bar with an archangel over my shoulder" thing, I still had my wits about me. I threw him a smile, preparing their drinks and sliding them in their direction. Looking at what looked to be the outcast of the group, I tilted my head.
"And what can I get you?" I asked and he merely shook his head.
"Does this place have a payphone? My cell has no service." He told me in a low voice, one that was very familiar. Of course, I've heard low speaking voices all my life. It was like one of the job requirements of being a hunter or something… You had to have a mysterious, low voice. Like Jeff Bridges or something. Weird. I nodded my head, pointing down to a hallway.
"Go down there and it's first thing on your right… Next to the bathrooms." I smiled warmly at him, watching him nod and stand up, walking off in the direction of the phone. I noticed Gabriel's eyes following him and realized that there was something fishy about this. But, I was starting to get a headache, so I really didn't look too into it. For the sake of my well being, I willed myself not to think about it. However, a voice woke me up from the pounding in my brain.
"Well, Jo, I think I'm done with my break. Why don't you go to the bathroom like you've been crying about for the past hour?" Gabe asked my, causing me to furrow my eyebrows. Well, it didn't really surprise me that he knew my name. With him being an all powerful angel, it would actually be pretty damn stupid to think that he didn't know that. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water, trying to figure out his angle. Instead, he just winked at me and stood up, taking my place behind the bar and pushing my gently in the direction that I just sent the boy. Instead of arguing or fighting, I slowly but surely made my way there even though I didn't have to pee. As I turned, making my way down the hall, I heard a one-sided conversation.
"No, Mom, I'm fine." I felt awful for eavesdropping, but I managed to pass him quietly and even with the tiniest smile. Was he why Gabe forced me to go this way? I thought about this as I entered the bathroom, washing my hands and checking out my reflection. I looked the same… If not a bit thinner. Nothing about me had changed since my conversation with the angel. But something just gnawed at the back of my brain, something that was said during the conversation. Something about how finding the Winchesters will make things worse… Why? Why would finding Sam and Dean be awful? I frowned. Well, I did sort of die the last time I was near them… That might have something to do with it.
Walking back out the door, I noticed that the boy was hanging up the phone rather bitterly, a deep frown lining his face.
"You okay, buddy?" I asked slowly and softly, almost as if I was talking to a wounded animal. He gave me a funny look and shrugged his shoulders, sticking his hands in the pockets of his tan jacket.
"I'm fine." I gave him a look… It was my momma's look, the one that she gave people when she knew that they were lying. "Honest, I'm fine." I still wasn't convinced, but I offered him a smile.
"If you say so," I said with a shrug moving past him. "The name's Jo. Part time bartender, part time therapist. Ever need to talk about it, I make a mean hurricane and I've got open ears." He seemed amused by this, giving me a smile of his own.
"Adam. And I might take you up on that sometime." I was just about to open my mouth when I heard a crash from the bar, in which I groaned and turned my head in its direction.
"Hey, Jo? I think we got a problem here." Gabe called to me. I walked quickly to the bar, Adam hot on my trail. I didn't want to run. Run meant that I was alarmed and surprised. I was neither alarmed nor surprised… I expected this sort of crap to happen.
Even the two men with demon eyes staring at me with sick little smirks on their faces wasn't that much of a surprise.
However, the butch looking girl with demon eyes was still checking me out.