#Gabriel and Dean share a brain cell at this point

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

Supernatural Characters as conversations in my house:

Gabriel (inspecting a courgette): So how long does it take for a cucumber to become a courgette?

Sam (looking in shock): Um, Gabe, what did you just say?

Gabriel (poking at the courgette on his plate): Ya know, like when you plant a cucumber plant and then you have a certain amount of time to eat the cucumber before it’s a courgette.

Sam: Umm, courgette and cucumber are two different things?

Gabriel: No they aren’t.

Everyone at the table looking at him in shock.

Gabriel (looking around frantically): They aren’t right?

Sam: No Gabe, sweetheart, they are two different things.

Dean (whispering to himself): Then what the fuck are pickles?

[authoressskr]

Amok

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Castiel, Jack Kline, Gadreel, Samandriel, Balthazar, Rowena, Jody Mills, Donna, Valkyrie, and Chuck as God  ::  Warnings: Language and not much else...  ::  Word Count: 4295

This was written for @sdavid09​ Tale Teller’s 2019 Halloween Challenge!!

Prompt: My chosen movie was Hocus Pocus! Let’s play spot all the references!

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You woke up on a damp, cold floor with your head throbbing.

A quick look around the dark room confirmed your suspicions of not knowing where you were.

Nothing looked familiar, but then nothing came to mind on what normal was supposed to be exactly.

“Ahh. She has awakened, I see,” A higher-pitched male voice comes from your left, stepping into the dim moonlight shining in through a dirty and cracked window.

“Who are you?” You ask, voice not shaking in the slightest, something in your mind reassuring you that you were never alone for long and that help would come.

“Don’t you remember? You came in and took out my whole nest...three weeks ago such a long time ago to you, little Winchester?”

“Winchester?” You repeat, furrowing your brow as that name sparks something in your head, something that makes the throbbing worse.

“That witch did a number on you didn’t she? She should have for what I paid her, after all. But to see it actually work - to have a Winchester at my mercy...it’s quite the power high,” He smiles down at you, revealing an emerging second set of teeth that had your eyes widening as you moved back towards the wall.

Something in your memory was shouting ‘HEAD’ on repeat as if that meant anything to you.

The monster creeps closer, chuckling before he gets within arms reach. That’s when you toss the chain you’d found shackled to your left wrist around his throat in a loop and jump on his back as you tighten the chain. Instinct is driving your actions and with your head throbbing, you don’t question it. At this point, it’s either him or you.

Only when his head is severed from his body does your brain reassure you it’s okay. You manage to clumsily pick the lock and stumble your way out of the little shack and into the misty moonlight, chain wrapped loosely in your hand should anything else with extra teeth and murder in its heart come for you.

“Winchester,” You repeat to the darkness, taking solace in the name to which you now claimed ownership.

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“She’s been gone for nearly two whole days, Sam! And no one’s seen her! Gabe just found her car...Jack found her cell behind the gas station!”

“I just spoke to the deputy she spoke with that afternoon. He said they had a drink at lunch while she wrapped up her case. Said she left early - got a call from someone named Jody. I just called Jody and she said that she did call, that she was supposed to come to see her and the girls in a day or two with us and Cas. I told her she was gone. She put out a BOLO in case her car broke down or something. But I’ll have to call her back and let her know she’ll have to cancel that since we have her car. I thought the angels could track her down?”

“They think whoever took her, took her jewelry. Which is what they’d added micro amounts of their grace to.”

“All her jewelry?”

“That’s what they’re saying...what was that Jack?”

“What’d he say?”

“Jack said they found her jewelry. Along with vamp blood and blue powder.”

“A witch and a vampire working together?”

“That’s the look of it right now, Sam.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah,” Dean gives a heavy sigh. “Look, just call Jody, tell her to amend the BOLO. I’m headed over to where the angels are right now.”

“Okay, Dean. Just-just let me know alright?”

“I will, Sammy. We’ll find her.”

“I know, Dean,” Dean gives a short nod even though Sam can’t see, worry clawing at his belly for his baby sister.

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You’re dragging the piece of chain loosely in your hand as you stumble into the run-down cemetery in the dawning light, passing a worn and headless statue tombstone of a Mr. William Butcherson.

A dry chuckle escapes your throat as you think of what you’d done and the weather-decimated stone...a thought passes through your blank-memoried mind. PRAY.

Huh. It seems like an odd thing to be religious when you’d just murdered a monster. Although he kidnapped you, so you suppose that helped tipped the scales in your favor. If anyone was keeping score, that is.

Taking a deep breath, you begin - stumbling over the words in your head a little before a loud and oddly familiar rumbling sound yanks you back to your circumstances as you press yourself closer to the stone and ground simultaneously.

Unsure of whom to trust just yet, you slip behind a taller tombstone cluster to your left to watch as a tall man with short brown hair and another man, nearly the same height with black hair and a trenchcoat exit from the long, sleek black Chevy Impala.

Wait - how did you know it was an Impala? Maybe you were related to gear heads? Maybe you were one?

“Y/N!!” The lighter colored hair man shouts in a deep voice, closing the car door firmly behind him. “You’re sure this is where you heard the prayer?”

You gasp as pain stabs your head, remembering this man shout your name in a dark cemetery, in a well-lit warehouse, and in a hotel hallway...of him covering your body with his protectively...but no name comes to your mind. But at least you know he’s safe. You know him - and you love him, you’re sure of it with the warmth spreading through your chest.

You ease carefully out from behind the tombstone, none too gracefully due to the painful throbbing in your head, raising the hand with the chain in acknowledgment as you come into his line of sight.

“Y/N!!” His voice is relieved this time when he shouts it, the tall man’s legs eating up the ground as he comes closer, wrapping you in his strong arms and squeezing tight. “I’m glad we found you, kid.” He pulls back, bright green eyes scanning over your face. “Y/N?”

“I don’t know if I’m alright,” Tears come unbidden to your eyes, making him frown. “I don’t know what my name is. I don’t know your name! My head hurts. I know I know you. I saw like, um, flashbacks or something in my head when I saw you get out of the car. I knew it was an Impala. I don’t know how I knew that...and I decapitated some guy with extra teeth with this chain. I don’t know how I knew to do that. I-I-I don’t-can’t remember anything!” You shove your face into his chest and sob, hearing an odd fluttering all around you before you feel a large hand on your shoulder.

“Shh. You’ll be okay, princess. Your big brothers got you,” The man confirms with conviction before he lays his cheek against the top of your head, your hand going lax and the chain slipping from your fingertips as you cling tightly to his shirt.

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Sam looks at his sister, curled up on the motel bed with no memory of who she is or who they are.

They’ve figured out it’s more than likely a witch and that she has the ability to remember, it’s just terribly painful and causes her nose to bleed quite a bit.

This wasn’t like Dean descending into nothingness or his stint in soullessness, this was different. Very different.

They’d taken everything from her.

She ran on instinct - luckily for them, it’s Winchester instinct - but she had nothing to go on.

No family memories, no favorite color, no nothing.

The angels were all hovering which wasn’t helping matters since she couldn’t recall any of them, plus she was tired, cold and was unsure of her surroundings. She remembered Dean through flashbacks but she just knew she could trust him, not that he was her big brother.

Gabriel and Balthazar seemed to be the ones distancing themselves the most, carefully watching over everything and volunteering first to go on the witch hunt. Jack had happily watched Scooby-Doo and then Hocus Pocus with her while they ate, sitting cross-legged on the floor with mouthfuls of Chinese food as she asked him questions. She hummed along with Bette Midler when she sang “I Put A Spell on You”, no one commenting on how she knew that.

To Dean it almost reminded him of when they were younger, her and Sam sitting on the floor in front of a tv while he helped research.

Jack seems to enjoy helping her, using the same tender care she had shown to him when explaining things or showing her things. She wants a shower after the movie ends, quietly asking what bag is hers before taking a pair of leggings and a black tank top in with her. She emerges a handful of minutes later, further worrying Sam and Dean. Dad used to make you shower last since you liked to take so long - whether advertently or inadvertently. A shaky yawn escapes from her lips before they watch from the corner of their eyes as she bundles up in Dean’s flannel he’d tossed on one of the beds before curling up on that bed with the blanket from the Impala she had refused to part with, wound around her.

The angels don’t come back until she’s sound asleep.

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When you wake up, there are a lot of men in the room. Whispering.

You’d learned their names yesterday evening but they were difficult ones, so you’d repeated them in your head until they stuck with the right face.

Balthazar is the average height one with short blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. He gives you smirks that don’t seem to have any humor behind them.

Gadreel is nearly as tall as Sam, with short-cropped dark hair and these soft green eyes that seem to hold a lot of pain. He’s broad-shouldered and very helpful, with a jawline that could probably cut glass.

Samandriel’s name is the easiest to remember since Dean had told you that Sam was your brother too. Short Sam and Big Sam. Samandriel was as young-looking as Jack but with very ancient eyes.

Gabriel has eyes of molten honey and he puts on a good face, but you seem to see through it for some reason. And although his mouth smiles, it doesn’t reach those golden orbs. He seems the most troubled of all of them, not a natural leader but they all seem to sort of follow his lead to an extent.

Castiel is the one in the trenchcoat from earlier, with the bluest sapphire eyes you’ve ever beheld. You get the notion he wants to do what’s right...all the time. And that hasn’t always panned out for him.

Your brother Sam is the tallest person in probably any room he’s ever entered, his hazel eyes are kind but burdened. He’s a bookish smart with a serious side of muscle. He’s more likely to try to think his way out of a situation than fight, which sounds reasonable to you if not for the nagging suspicion that Dean is just as intelligent as Sam, he just relies more on his muscle and weapons. Sam sees the world in certain shades of gray, Dean in black, white with a light gray and dark gray section and you think that you see the entire world in a myriad of grays, blacks, and whites.

You aren’t sure why you feel you should keep that information to yourself. Like you aren’t supposed to say that out loud that not all monsters are bad and not all humans are good. You also keep thinking about two figures swirling in a dark mist from your dreams, one man and one woman. The word demon seems to echo through the mist of your mind, furthering the thoughts that roll around in your head as they discuss what needs to be done to find the witch, basically ignoring you.

Which is better right now than being treated like a baby.

You were capable. You’d killed a monster all by yourself! Multiple ones if that vampire wasn’t lying.

“Hungry?” Gadreel asks softly, eyes like soft green grass on the moors.

“No. Thank you though.” He gives a little nod before wandering a few steps away, watching as you sit up and look around. Panic sets in. “Where’s Dean?” Another scan of the room. “Where’s Sam?” Tightness clutches at your throat before a wave of guilt washes over you at the looks on all of their faces.

“They’ll be right back. Sam went to get some ingredients and Dean is outside rooting around in the Impala. Just outside,” Jack soothes with a soft smile, Castiel nodding behind him before the door opens to reveal both of your brothers. You nearly cry with relief seeing those large shoulders come through the door.

You tilt your head as a short red-headed woman comes into the room after them, forehead furrowed at this new arrival.

“Oh, the wee Winchester didnae remember a thing, does she?”

“A flower or tree.”

“What?” Sam asks, closing the door firmly behind the woman.

“Your name. A flower or a tree. And a smell of sulfur.” You wrinkle up your nose as pain ripples through your head once more before you wince.

“Ah. Yes, I know that spell. And the witch proficient in it. Sabella, she’s a bitch for hire.”

“Can you reverse it?”

“Of course. But it’ll be difficult on the lass Winchester. All her memories returning in the form of a massive, throbbing, nauseating mass. I’ll have to do it in two parts so as not to send her into shock.” She raises a red eyebrow at you, easing forward. “Would you like to remember?”

“Of course.”

“So you consent to the pain?”

“Princess, life is pain. And if anyone tells you differently, they’re selling something.”

“Amusing. She didn’t use an ingredient correctly if you can remember certain things. It should be a total blank.” She graces you with a bright smile. “Lucky for you.”

“My angels don’t like you smiling at me like that.”

“Your angels, deary?” You turn to look at Gabriel, who gives you a firm nod.

“Yes. Mine.”

“Well, certainly couldn’t remove all the Winchester in ya, could she?”

“Winchesters never say die.”

“That’s the Goonies,” Dean murmurs from behind you. “What do you need, Rowena?”

“I’ll make you a list, Dean dear. Her angels can help. Some ingredients would be harder for you and Samuel to obtain in broad daylight.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Dean snaps, wandering over to the little kitchenette table and checking over his gun before tucking into the back of his pants.

“Dead man’s toes,” Rowena says very seriously which makes your laughter all the more unexpected apparently.

“Dead man’s toes! Dead man’s toes! Dead! Dead!” You quote with a bright, giddy smile. “Do you also need a virgin to light a black flame candle?”

“Okay, no more Hocus Pocus for you,” Sam chuckles out as you frown.

“No one died and made you the boss of me, sir.”

“You know, with all that sass intact, it is hard to believe that she lost all her memories…” Balthazar comments with a wide grin, winking at you when you turn towards him.

“She’ll be more than likely in a nice hotel bar,” Rowena interrupts, flicking open one of the books on the table with a red-tipped fingernail. “And she knows the Winchesters, so it’ll need to be one of the others who moves in.”

You grab your head, remembering sitting in a bar with the tightest dress you owned and slinky red heels, your fingers dancing along the collar of the man from your dream - the one with the short hair, beard and the pretty brown eyes - both of you making small talk as Dean sits at the bar with Castiel.

“What’d you remember?” Sam asks gently, leading you to the end of the bed while Samandriel hands you a wet washcloth for your nose.

“Thank you,” You manage shakily. “A man. All in black with a nice silk tie with red decorations. He had short hair and brown eyes and a beard. I know him. I dreamed about him in a mist. My head said demon but he was helping me...helping us. I like him. What’s his name?”

“Crowley,” Castiel supplies for you.

“Crowley,” You try the name out. “But there’s another. Something else. I was talking to him in a bar, wearing a tight dress and red heels and I called him something else…”

“Fergus,” Rowena answers as she stares at you, something dancing through her eyes at his name.

“That’s it! I called him that. He scowled at me and then smiled when he took a drink of his scotch,” You swallow hard. “It sounded nice - not like I was being mean,” Tears begin slipping down your face. “Why am I crying?”

“He’s gone. He sacrificed himself to keep Lucifer in the alternate universe.” You stare blankly at him, washcloth pressed firmly to your nose still.

“That ice-cold bastard better still be there, suffering. I liked Crowley.”

“How do you know he’s cold, wee Winchester?”

“I saw him when I saw Sam falling and then in like, um, a library or something being a smartass to Sam. And in a big room with Gabriel. That was the first time Gabriel kissed me.”

“It was, sugar lump,” Gabriel affirms from his spot leaning against the little kitchen counter, a soft smile finally shining in his eyes to match the one on his handsome face. You manage a smile back around the washcloth, sighing as the pain ebbs a little away.

“This town only has two nice hotel bars. Balthazar and Cas will go to one and Sam’ll be in the parking lot as a backup. Gabe, Gad and I will go to the other one. Samandriel and Jack will stay here with Y/N and Rowena.”

“Why do I have to stay?”

“Can you identify her?” Dean asks, pushing a burger wrapper away from an inscribed knife on the table.

“Well, no.”

“And that’s why you’re staying here, kid.”

“Fine,” You snap out unhappily. Something in you doesn’t like being sidelined. You wrinkle your nose a little, thinking. “Hey, on a totally unrelated thought, is there like a pet we have that is being looked after?”

“You have a puppy!” Jack crows happily, unlocking his phone to show you a picture of all of you posing for a picture, a little golden dog in your arms. “That’s Valkyrie. Mostly we call her Val. Cas dropped her off at Jody’s for the girls to watch.”

You nod, letting him choose another movie to watch as the others prepare quickly and get ready to go.

“I think I should go with you, Dean, darling,” Rowena purrs out, her accent making your lips quirk up in a smile. “We’ll need to be quick. Whoever doesn’t find her can get the rest of the ingredients and then can come here to make sure that the reversal worked.”

“Fine!” Dean snaps as Sam’s hand came to cup the back of your head before kissing the top of it.

“Call us if you need anything, okay?”

“Of course, Sam.”

Dean’s face morphs from frustrated to soft as he repeats what Sam had done. “We’ll get you all fixed up, don’t worry, princess.” You tilt your head back to look up at him, the conviction written on his face.

“I know you will, Dean. You two always take care of me.” They both nod before leaving with most of your angels in tow, Rowena bringing up the rear as she sends you off with a little wave.

“Can we watch Hocus Pocus again?” You request as soon as you hear the rumble of the Impala fade away.

“Of course!” Jack answers as Samandriel tries to hide an eye roll.

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You’d fallen asleep again - each time you remembered something it’s like it sucked all the energy out of you - and when you awoke, everything was dark. There was no light from the window with it’s almost sheer, worn curtains and no lights on in the room. Panic crept in as you slipped from the bed and onto the floor, reaching for the gun you knew was hidden under Sam’s pillow. As your eyes somewhat adjust, you make out a figure sitting at the little green metal and plastic table.

“If you could have anything right now, what would it be?” The man is about your height, with short but thick looking hair and almost glowing blue eyes. Something pricks at your mind when you see his eyes, something torn in your mind about how to feel about him…

“Dean said I’m not to make deals with demons,” His mirthful laughter echoes through the tiny room.

“You really have forgotten so much, Y/N…” He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees as some moonlight finally finds its way through the window. “I’m prepared to give you anything you ask for since you’ve taken such wonderful care of my sons. Taught them a lot. Loved them better than I could have ever hoped.”

“Can I have two things?” His eyebrows raise but his face is still stoic.

“We’ll see. What are they?”

“First, I want Crowley and Meg back.” His forehead furrows as if that isn’t what he expected.

“Not your memories?”

“My brothers will make sure I get them back, so no need to be wasteful.”

“Really can’t break that Winchester faith in each other, huh?”

“Without them, there is no me. And without me, there is no them. That much I am absolutely sure of.”

“What is the second thing?”

“I’d like Benny back too.”

“You want two demons and a vampire returned to Earth?”

“They’re in that black place...where there is nothing. And I miss them, I can’t explain it, but I miss them. And Benny, he didn’t deserve to be in Purgatory not after sacrificing himself for us to get Sam and Bobby back. If you were a fairer God, you’d have already known why.”

“It is not written that I am fair.”

“I also miss Chuck. The prophet and writer. At least he seemed to care about his children and us. You left and haven’t tried to help since,” You feel the blood trickling down your lips, glaring at Him. “You and Lucifer are cut from the same cloth. I see now why he was your favorite.”

“Sharp words for someone who can’t remember much.”

“I don’t need to remember every detail to know you’re not a good being.”

“I never claimed to be. But I like you - your brothers provide so much in my stories, but you, you’ve always been so sensitive and soft. Locked in a life that should have broken you and yet it only made you more compassionate. Astounding, really. And then you surprise me by asking for two demons and a vampire. Not your memories or a future with your soulmate - the one I know you so desperately crave... but of others,” He huffs out a breath as though this bothers him before rubbing a hand over his beard. “We’ll see. Your brothers have just killed the witch, so your memories will be returning in a few minutes when Rowena finishes the spell. It’s been nice talking with you. And don’t worry, you’ll remember this… Happy Samhain.”

The room darkens to where you can’t see at all before lightening back to how it was when He was there.

“It’s Halloween?” You furrow your brow before tucking the gun back in its designated spot and heading to the bathroom for another washcloth to clean up the blood. All you see is spots dancing before your eyes before crashing into the bathroom door and sliding down it to the bathroom floor.

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“And that’s how I lost and got back my memories,” You take a hearty sip of your hot chocolate as Jody and Donna stare at you with open gaped mouths, Crowley and Meg rolling their eyes almost simultaneously while Benny pushes the last brownie towards you. Gabriel is right beside you on your left, Gadreel on your right, Jack standing just behind you like a sweet little bodyguard with Val wrapped in his arms.

“That’s mostly how it happened,” Dean corrects, leaning back in Jody’s wooden kitchen chair.

“I can’t believe you wasted a perfectly good request from God on him,” Balthazar snarks, murder glaring at the demon who was king.

“What was I supposed to ask for? Harsher sentences for parole violators and world peace?” Sam nearly chokes on his beer before scowling at you good-naturedly.

“Miss Congeniality,” Dean supplies after taking a long pull of his beer.

“Still loving those chick flicks, I see,” Meg smirks at him, Castiel sitting right next to her. You felt a pang when you saw them together again after so long...finally confirming for yourself that Cas would never be yours.

Gadreel’s hand on your knee brings you back to the warmly lit kitchen at 3 am surrounded by people who loved and cared for you.

“I hate Halloween,” Dean mutters as he clears the table of his beer bottles, stopping to kiss the top of your head - like he’d done as far back as you can remember. You move to help as Rowena fusses over her son, something that doesn’t seem to shock Crowley as much as you’d thought it would.

When you get close enough, you wrap your arms around Dean’s middle, pressing your cheek against his back and inhaling his scent.

“I love you, big brother.”

“And I love you, kid,” He rumbles out softly as he pats your wrapped arms lovingly.

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