You know, I was rereading my 'Guardian Angel' story, and I was thinking...
Damn this sucks.
Really- I wrote it without knowing basically anything about Supernatural.
This needed a rewrite, one that is more likely to ACTUALLY happen in the TV show...
So here we are.
A more twisted, better written version of Guardian Angel...
*Warning: You may need tissues.. It gets pretty sad... Also, Character death. Just warning you.*
Gabriel just wanted them to stop fighting.
His brothers, that is.
He had been hoping that they would stop, and they could be a family again.
He felt alone without his bigger brothers (and sister, in Raphael's preference of vessels.) to reassure him, and take care of him.
...Be there for him.
Like a normal family does.
That they were ever normal...
He missed his whole family in general.
He never had felt this lonely.
Sure, messing with the Winchester's had been fun but he missed playing pranks on his brothers with the help of Lucifer, who taught him everything he knew.
He took care of him whenever Michael got mad and went too far, after a silly little prank went wrong, hurting him in ways he had struggled to forget for so many of thousands of years.
Lucifer helped him through it all.
He protected him from the harshness of Heaven (and soon to be made, Hell.)
Then Father made humans and Lucifer fell.
He thought he could never feel so alone…
But he was wrong.
When he left Heaven, he thought he could go find Lucifer, but failed.
He figured he could locate The Cage, maybe.
Gabriel was wrong.
He refused to go back; Michael was the one to cast his Lucifer into hell in the first place.
He refused to go crying back to him.
No, he was on his own now.
So he made a name for himself, he left his old life behind. He was no longer Gabriel, the Archangel.
Gabriel had long died.
Now he was Loki the Demi-god.
He spent thousands of years playing tricks on people, trying to fill the hole that was left, where his family should be, but wasn't.
He used it as a sort of consolation.
It worked awhile, no screw ups…
That is, until he met Sam and Dean Winchester.
He knew who they were- he could tell because of their similarities to Michael and Lucifer's auroras.
Each angel has a different aurora, their inner being, whatever you want to call it. It leaves a mark on all their true vessels, Gabriel's breath caught in his throat when he saw Sam.
He was so much like his brother and he never even knew it.
Maybe Gabriel could use Sam to find his brother.
But... considering he was still in The Cage, his attempts were useless.
Might as well have fun with the boys though.
So he began his little game, playing with the boys.
He did this for some time, turning the youngest into a car and even killing Dean hundreds of times.
Not a distraction enough though.
Yet again- the tricks did nothing to fill the void where his heart would be. Finally, he stopped his little games and joined their little 'Team Free Will.'
It was only because they were coming close to finding Lucifer- if the boys could do it, he couldn't risk getting the chance to see his brother again.
So when he finally came face to face with him, his angel's blade In hand did he realize just how much he missed his bigger brother...
Only his bigger brother wasn't there anymore.
Lucifer no longer was Lucifer- he wasn't the same person...
It appeared his brother had long died out- this person was evil, twisted.
And ready to kill.
As his own blade sunk into his chest- he had no more hope of ever seeing his brother again.
Lucifer was gone.
And then, so was he.
Okay, I knew what I was writing and while I was rereading for mistakes- I almost started crying..
Also... I know Raphael didn't show up in a Girl Vessel until season 6... I just wanted to add a little more -Gabe-ness to the story.