#i love piss cakehole a lot too. I LOVE THEM. THE BROTHERS PISS

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i have a Confession. i really really like cakehole piss. (his brother is cool too i guess)

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Changing Channels: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,876

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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When the morning came, Dean wanted nothing more than to get out of this town. Sam was nowhere to be found which was odd, but you didn’t say anything of it until Dean started to notice. When he was finished brushing his teeth, he spit out the rest of what was in his mouth.

“I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas. You know, where is he?”

“Sam isn’t in here,” you called out from bed.

“Where the hell is he?”

“I don’t know. I woke up and he wasn’t here. His bed wasn’t even slept in,” you frowned.

Dean shrugged on his jacket before pulling out his cell phone. He grabbed his keys, and you both walked to the car as Dean called his brother.

“Sam. It's me. Where the hell did you go?” Dean left a message just as you two got in the car.

“Dean? Y/N?” Sam said, his voice a bit strange.

“Where the hell are you?” you asked since he clearly wasn’t in the car.

“I don’t know,” he said.

Noticing the flashing red light on the dashboard, it lit up in time with Sam’s words.

“Shit,” you sighed.

“Oh shit. I don't think we killed the Trickster.”

“Is it too early for an ‘I told you so’?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Save it,” Sam sighed.

Dean put the car in drive and peeled out of the parking lot and down the road.

“Okay, stake didn't work. So, what, this is another trick?” Dean asked.

“I don’t think it’s a Trickster,” you announced.

“What do you mean?” Dean wondered.

“Don’t you find it kind of weird that he’s so invested in this Michael/Lucifer/Amara storyline? He’s so obsessed with us saying yes, it’s getting suspicious. Did you know that there are currently and only has been four archangels? Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, and—”

“Gabriel,” Dean finished for you.

“Yeah. We know who Michael and Lucifer are. Dean and I met Raphael when Castiel needed him. That leaves Gabriel left. This isn’t a Trickster. He’s an angel, and he’s hiding. And I know just how to get him to admit it,” you grinned, looking at Dean with a mischievous look.

“For once, I like that look in your eyes,” Dean smirked.

Dean drove to the spot where it would be perfect to do your little experiment. If you were right about this, then you get to go home—your real home. If you were wrong about this—and you knew you weren’t—then this really was a Trickster, and you’d need to find another way home. After retrieving the holy oil, you made sure to leave a big enough circle that if Gabriel does show, then he would land in it. Once that was complete, then Dean rummaged through the Impala’s trunk to hide the container of holy oil.

“Dean?”

“What?”

“That, uh, feels really uncomfortable,” Sam cleared his throat. Dean slammed the trunk of the car down hard. “Ow. You sure this is gonna work?”

“No, but we have no other ideas,” he sighed, looking to the sky as if Gabriel could see you three that way. “Alright, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!”

“Should I honk?”

“Wow. Sam. Get a load of the rims on you,” Gabriel appeared right in the spot you needed him.

“Eat me.”

“Okay, lady and gentlemen. Ready to go quietly?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast. Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs.”

“What's the difference? Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another.”

“Now,” you glared.

Gabriel rolled his eyes but snapped his fingers. The lights go off in the car, and Sam stepped out of it with narrowed eyes.

“Happy?”

“Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you?” you asked.

“I am the Trickster,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re not,” you smirked, holding up a flaming cigarette lighter and tossed it to the ground. A ring of fire springs up around the archangel right where you laid the oil out. He looked all around himself before laughing. “You’re an archangel.”

“A what? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?”

“Fine, then why don’t you jump out of the holy fire, and we’ll call it our mistake… Gabriel, the youngest of the four. I wonder what your big brothers would think if they saw you here. They do know you’re here, right?” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Gabriel laughed, but stopped once he knew he’d been caught. The surrounding areas vanished in a burst of static, only to be replaced by the inside of the warehouse you approached days ago.

“Well played, Y/N and Co. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?” Gabriel clapped.

“Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass,” Dean chuckled.

“Where'd I screw up?”

“You didn’t. I wouldn’t have figured it out if it weren’t for Castiel. Ever since I first met you, I knew there was something about you that just didn’t add up. Plus, it was mostly the way you talked about Armageddon.”

“Meaning?”

“Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family,” Dean explained.

“So, Gabriel, how does an archangel become a trickster?” you asked.

“My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, and carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you three screwed it all up.”

“What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?” Dean asked.

“Daddy doesn't say anything about anything.”

“So why ditch your family?” you asked.

“Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles,” Dean smirked.

“Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family. I love my father and my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So, I left. And now it's happening all over again.”

“Then help us stop it.”

“It can’t be stopped.”

“You wanna see the end of the world?”

“I want it to be over! 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.”

“That’s no way to think. Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” you nodded.

“You do not know my family,” Gabriel laughed. “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. A fight against a force that comes out of nowhere, and acts as if they know and rule everything. You'd think you'd be able to relate.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you three are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father. Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. Amara, the surrogate mother who invades and latches on like a leech. Why do you think she’s in prison right now? You three were born to this. It's your destiny! It was always you! 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 glared.

“Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always.”

“No, there is no way in hell that’s happening. I won’t allow it,” you shrugged.

“And therein lies your similarities. See, Amara was just like you. Strong, powerful, and protective. Then she stopped caring and it all went to shit,” he groaned after pausing. “Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers and 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.”

“No,” you whispered painfully.

The four of you stared at each other for a long time before Gabriel spoke up about it.

“Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?”

“No, you’re going to bring Castiel back from wherever you stashed him,” you glared.

“Oh, am I?”

“Yeah, you are. I wasn’t pissed before, but I will be. You don’t want to see that,” you crossed your arms with the promise of your blue magic.

Gabriel groaned, but he snapped his fingers to bring your angelic friend back. Castiel appeared next to you three, and you placed a hand on his arm in comfort.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Hello, Gabriel.”

“Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful.”

“Okay, we’re done here. Come on, Sam and Y/N,” Dean decided, turning and walking to one of the doors.

“Uh. Okay. Guys? So, what? Huh?” Gabriel stuttered as everyone began walking away from him. “You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?”

“No, we’re not,” you stopped by the door and turned to the archangel. Sam and Dean were already out of the door along with Castiel, but they stayed close to hear what you had to say. “We don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.”

Lifting your arm, you swept your hand from your left side of your body to your right, the flames dying down in motion of your arm. Your magic was able to extinguish the flames on their own.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you,” you scoffed as the archangel glared.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel left, and you were about to follow when Gabriel stopped.

“I saw her. Amara. I don’t know what she’s doing to you or how she’s communicating with you, but don’t trust a word she says. She’s evil and manipulative and stubborn. Most importantly, she’s real because I’m the one that helped put her away. If you say yes to her, she will destroy everything good about you and then the world.”

“Like Michael and Lucifer?” you asked. “Don’t worry about me. I don’t need someone like you to look over my shoulder. I have family for that.”

Leaving the warehouse, you joined Sam and Dean at the car where they were discussing what happened.

“All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think it was the truth?”

“I think he believes it,” you commented.

“What do we do now?” Dean asked.

“Live our lives the way we want to. I don’t believe in destiny because if I did, I’d at least hope there was something better for us out there. We make our own rules, and the angels are going to regret it if they think they can try and dictate our lives,” you announced, turning to Castiel after. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

“Right about now I wish I was back in a TV show,” Dean huffed, sliding into the car.

“Yeah, me too.”

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Omen 13

Link to Chapter 12

Words: 1, 281

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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Gabriel and Sam watched you storm from the room. Neither moved to go after you. They both knew that it would be a bad idea too. Sam walked to the table sitting down with a sigh. He looked back at Gabriel after a few moments. The archangel hadn't moved.

“Are you going to go after her?”

Gabriel laughed bitterly before sitting down. He knew it would be a waste of time! You wasn't going to talk to him. He would be lucky if you hadn't warded the bedroom against him.

“Hell no. Immortal or not, the last thing that I am going to do is go after that woman when she is pissed off. I've learned.”

Sam ran a hand through his hair before sitting back further in the seat.

“Would you help me go after Dean? I don't really want Y/n doing this. I have already lost one sibling. I don't want to lose another.”

Gabriel turned. It didn't take the archangel a second to reply.

“Yes, I want to get this alternate version of my brother d-e-a-d. Us sitting around here isn't solving anything is it?”

Sam frowned.

“Well what do we do?”

Gabriel shrugged. Like hell he knew what to do!

“No idea but sitting around here with our dicks in our hands sure isn't doing anything.”

Sam stood. He wanted to tell you good bye but that wouldn't go so well. There would be no way that you would let the two of them out of the house!

“Well lets get going then.”

That was enough for Gabriel. He knew that he would face your wrath later on. You would be even more angrier with him when you realized that they left but it had to be done.

Meanwhile,

You sat on your bed looking angrily at the floor. Every fiber of your being was standing on edge. You didn't know whether to be furious and rage or sit and cry. Just knowing that Dean was being occupied by the one angel that you wanted to see killed was soul crushing!

Years before when Sam had said yes to Lucifer that was one of your worst memories! It was horrible seeing Lucifer take control of your brother. Now here it was happening again!

Knowing that Dean willingly said yes made your skin crawl! He knew how hard it was on the two of you when Sam said yes to Lucifer. Now here he was putting you through it  yet again and making Sam deal with it as well.  

“Why Dean?”

You muttered sadly as your thoughts went to Gabriel. You couldn't help being angry at him too. He knew what Dean was  doing and he didn't say a word to you about it. Now his little romantic get away made perfect sense. If he could get you away then Dean would be able to say yes to Michael a lot easier.

Walking out of your bedroom, you were ready to let Sam and Gabriel have it. Sure, throwing a fit on them was wrong and they really didn't deserve it but you had to make them see how disappointed you were! Once in the library, you frowned seeing no one. Sam and Gabriel had appeared to have vanished.

“They aren't here.”

You froze hearing Michael's voice. You turned seeing him sitting at the table idly looking at a magazine. It bugged you how he was still using your father as a vessel.

“Yeah, well where are they?”

You asked. You tried to keep you voice as calm as possible. The last thing that you needed to do was piss off the archangel. Everyone knew that the two of you didn't like each other so being civil was hard.  

“It appears that they went after the alternate version of myself who appears to be a giant prick.”

You chuckled before walking to the refrigerator and taking out a beer.

“Well hold onto your shorts because I for once agree with you.”

Michael looked up blinking.

“And I am guessing that you are angry because they left you at home like you are some invalid incapable hunter?”

You blinked. That thought hadn't even entered your mind but thank for Michael you were now stewing! You sat down across from the archangel as he watched you carefully.

“I see why my brother likes you so much?”

Your eyes rolled up. The last thing that you wanted was to argue with Michael but if he wanted to then today would be his funeral!

“Look Michael, I am really not up to explaining Gabriel's attraction to me right now, okay? I am kind of in the middle of being miserable over my brother being used as a vessel by the alternate version of yourself.”

Michael raised an eyebrow.

“Well forgive me for playing the devils advocate for just a moment but we angels must have a vessel. If you say my brother in his true form not only would those pretty eyes of your be burned out but you would be petrified of him. I don't think there would be any love in your heart left.”

Taking a deep breath you tried to control your heart.

“Michael, I am not a fool. I know that angels don't look like the ones painted in fine art. Again, I know that Gabriel is not human so don't give me that speech!”

Michael smirked.

“Well now that we have that little issue out of the way...Look, for what its worth, I do happen to think that you are a perfectly capable hunter. Its a shame that my brother doesn't seem to feel the same way. I feel that he is blinded by his love of you to see that you could make a real difference?”

You snorted. Again you were agreeing with Michael over something. Gabriel did need to put some more faith in you! You weren't always some damsel in distress that needed prince charming to come along!

“Well you are one of the few that seems to see things that way.”

Michael raised an eyebrow.

“Why don't we stop sitting here bitching about my brother and put something together to get rid of alternate me for good?”

You were completely shocked! Michael, of all people, wanted to help! He saw that you were capable of doing this deed. Whether he really believed in your or not was another story. However, none of that mattered at the moment! What mattered to you was you were going to get Dean! You were going to save your brother and prove to Gabriel that you could do save the day! You wanted him to see that you were more than just his lover.

“Sounds like the best damn plan that someone has had around here in some time. Lets get going.”

Michael looked up at you blinking his eyes innocently.

“Are you going in that?”

You looked down at your appearance realizing that you still had on the red dress that Gabriel was so gaga over.

“Give me five minutes.”

You came back five minutes later in  black jeans and a gray v-neck. Michael stood and pushed in his chair.

“Okay so here is our plan...”

You shook your head and held up a hand.

“Oh no sparkly! First things first, I make the rules. In the words of my dear brother driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.

Michael gave you a silent glare for a few moments before shrugging.

“Fine. Well, let go get this over with then.”

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Not All Black and White

Part 2

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Word Count: 2322 Warnings: canon = angst, a little fluff, mostly unbeta’d A/N: This is the part with A LOT of canon. I hope you like it. It was fun watching the ep and furiously typing out the script! P.S this was beta’d in it’s first draft by @whispersandwhiskerburn If you like it, please reblog and leave a comment or a gif, they make our world go round!

"Where's YN?" Dean asked, looking up from the trickster's body. The Winchester brother’s were back in the warehouse after driving a stake through the Trickster’s back. "Broheims!" YN called from the other end of the factory, barrelling towards her brothers, leaping into Dean's arms. “Broheims?” Dean mouthed at Sam over her shoulder, the middle Winchester shrugging. "What the hell was that?" She asked, pushing out of Dean's embrace and straight into Sam's. "The trickster threw us into TV land." Dean explained, Sam gestured to the body when YN let him go. "I guess he wasn't expecting it to turn into a crime documentary." YN snorted at her own joke, punching Sam's arm when he gave Dean an odd look.

Both Upstairs and Downstairs were all abuzz with today’s activities. A female shooter amongst the men! There was a quiet knock at the door as YN pulled on her boots. “Come in.” She called out, looking up when the door cracked open. “I’m decent.” She said with a chuckle. After being here a month, she’d had one male visitor… well one that respected privacy. The other visitor had been dragged by his tie into her room!

“Miss Winchester, I was wondering if you’d selected a gun yet?” A male’s voice came through the door. YN racked her brain, trying to the think of the name the voice belonged to. Once she’d zipped the second boot she stood and pulled the door open. Revealing Mister Mosley.

“I didn’t peg you as one for shooting, Mosley.” She said, smiling (to herself for remembering) and turning back into the room for the scarf Anna had left on the dresser. YN missed the look of shock on Mosley’s face for her knowing his name.

“I, umm, I-- Pardon me for asking, but I didn’t think you knew my name, Miss?” YN bit her bottom lip, back still turned to him. He had her, she hadn’t been introduced, hadn’t even seen him since she walked through the door. She composed her features and turned back to him. “I know you all, Mister Mosley, everything you do for us does not go unnoticed.”

"YN?" Dean asked, looking around the empty motel room after leaving the bathroom. "Sam?" He called, pulling his phone from his pocket, locking the room as he left. "Yeah, dude, where are you both? Call me." Dean ended the call as he planted himself in the Impala. "Dean?" Sam's voice came from the radio. "Sam? Where are you?" The older hunter looked around the cab of the Impala. "I dunno." Sam’s voice came again. "Oh god-- Where's YN?" Dean groaned as he put it together. "I guess we didn't kill the Trickster."

“It will shoot high, aim lower than your target.” Mosley reminded YN as he handed her his father’s shotgun. She gave him a small nod as she took the loaded rifle.

The hunter stood facing the butler a moment, closing her eyes and feeling the weight of the gun, understanding it. Something her father had once said reminded him of Mary, the only time John saw her hold a gun.

“If you’re rethinking your promise of showing us--” Branson began to tease from his line amongst the other men and their rifles. “Hush, you! I’ll have two down by the time you clip one.” YN called, winking at the butler before turning and lining up a shot at the top of the trees.

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“Congratulations to the woman who showed us all up!” Lord Grantham said, raising his glass with the rest. “Two birds before anyone else!” Lady Edith said, very excited for her friend. “Well, she did warn us.” Branson laughed.

YN was riding the high that everyone else seemed to be enjoying, not forgetting Mr. Mosley, giving him a smile and raising her glass to him. She was sure with the wide eyes from the other staff, he’d have a good story at dinner that night!

“Have you seen Jack?” YN asked Rose as the blonde approached. “Said he had a call? Something he had to deal with? But don’t worry about him, how will you ever marry a man when you’re busy showing them up?” Rose giggled, clinking her glass against YN’s. “Do you mind if I excuse myself?” YN asked, finishing her drink in one gulp, much to Rose’s astonishment. “What shall I say--” Rose began but the hunter interrupted with a shrug. “Make up a story... I’ll see you at the house!” YN kissed her friend’s cheek and headed out from under the tent, using the treeline to help her sneak away.

As the laughter and chatter from the group faded behind her, a soft crackling started in front of her. The trees faded and walls were visible, dark and dank lighting lit the ground, now covered in concrete and dust, not tree roots and leaves. YN spun around, looking for a way out.

"Well played boys." "Dean! Sam!" YN called, stumbling on the spot she appeared, not too far from them. "YNN!" Sam opened his arms to her, instead receiving a punch to his arm. "I knew something was off." Sam muttered, rubbing the sore spot. "YN, nice to see you, how was upstairs?" The Trickster asked, a smirk stretching his face. "Fuck off." YN spat, staring him down.

"Where'd you get the holy oil from?" He changed tack, the smirk gone. "Let's just say we pulled it outta Sam's ass!" Dean quipped, trying not to laugh. "Explain?" YN whispered, looking at her taller brother. "Where'd I screw up?" The trickster, stuck in a circle of holy fire, sounded disappointed in himself! "You didn't, nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam explained.

"Cas?" YN hushed at Dean, glancing around the factory as if the angel would just appear, Dean just ground his teeth before answering the trickster’s look of confusion.

"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." Dean said. "Meaning?" Gabriel bit. "Well, call it personal experience, nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family." Although this hurt Dean’s youngest sibling, it suddenly made sense to YN, like a light switch being flicked in her head. "So which one are you, grumpy, sneezy, or douchey?" She was royally pissed, a temper like her father's that made both her brothers fear her.

"Gabriel, okay?" He said pointedly to the boys, softening a little as his eyes flickered to YN, trying to hold contact, "They call me Gabriel." "Gabriel, the archangel?" Sam said, drawing the Archangel's attention off YN. "Guilty!" He said with a broad smile. "Okay, Gabriel, how does an archangel become a trickster?" Dean said, arching an eyebrow. "My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Until you two screwed it up. Not you darling, never you." How Gabriel managed to flirt in this situation was beyond any of them.

"And what does Daddy have to say about that?" Dean bit out, almost growling at him. "Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." The archangel answered cryptically. "Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked, interested. "Why? Do you blame him? His brothers are heavy weight douchebags." Dean prodded. "Shut your cakehole! You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them!" Gabriel was defensive, just like YN would've been, "But watching them turn on each other, tear at each other's throats, I couldn't bear it. Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again!" "Then help us stop it." Sam begged. "It can't be stopped." Gabriel sounded like he was explaining the obvious. "You wanna see the end of the world?" Dean bit. "I want it to be over. I have to sit back and watch my own brother's kill each other, thanks to you two. Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."

"Don't we all." YN muttered under her breath, slowly understanding what Gabriel was saying, receiving a pointed look from both her brothers, while Gabriel’s eyes flicked to her as if he’d found an ally. "It doesn't have to be like that, there has to be someway to pull the plug." Sam said in confusion. Gabriel laughed, "You do not know my family! What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner." YN's eyebrows raised, she knew a family like that!

"That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. This is about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other." The would-be trickster avoided YN's stare, a smirk rising on his face. YN knew exactly where this was going, she'd figured it out long ago listening to the angel's fight over both her brothers.

"You think you two would--" "Let's just go." YN interrupted. She wanted to keep this from them, she feared this would be the straw that broke this overloaded family's back. "No, I think it's about time they hear this." Gabriel yelled over the top of her. "You think you two would be able to relate." "What are you talking about?" Sam asked, looking from YN to Gabriel. "You sorry sons of bitches! Why do you think you two are the vessels?"

"Please, let's just go." YN begged her brothers, pulling at their sleeves. Dean shook her off and Sam gave her a concerned look before reverting his attention back to the archangel. "Think about it." Gabriel began. YN shrunk back behind her brothers, physically smaller, her groan so quiet it could've been the old structure of the building.

"Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father." Dean's brow was creased as he listened intently. "And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan." The archangel looked between the Winchester's, a pang of guilt set in for YN, but he put it aside for now. "You were born to this boys. It's your destiny. It was always you."

Tears welled in YN's eyes and she wiped furiously at them.

"As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth, one brother has to kill the other." Gabriel finished. "What the hell are you saying?" Dean ground out. "Dean!" YN pleaded, going ignored like usual. "Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Cause from the moment Dad flicked on the lights around here, we knew it was gonna end with you. Always."

"No. That's not gonna happen." YN bit out, the flames danced in the reflection of her eyes. "I'm sorry, but it is." Gabriel almost sounded sorry, then he took a deep breath and corrected back to his cocky demeanor. "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."

There was a long silence as everyone seemed to let everything that had been said, sink in. Then finally, Dean spoke, stowing his feelings towards his learned fate and putting the 'older brother' hat back on.

"First of all, you're going to bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him." He demanded, and after a few threatening words, Gabriel clicked his fingers. "Cas, you okay?" YN asked, noticing the blood dripping from a cut on the bridge of his nose. "I'm fine." Cas said through gritted teeth. "Gabriel." "Hey bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess, awful!" Gabriel teased. "Okay, we're outta here. Come on, Sam." Dean turned for the door, stopping when he noticed his sister hadn't joined them.

He glared at her, nodding to his side when she didn't move. As she turned, she looked sadly back over her shoulder at the Archangel. Some of the things he was saying had made sense. One youngest sibling to another. When Sam and Dean fought she didn't care what it took, she'd do anything to make it stop. No matter the consequences.

"Guys?" Gabriel called after them. "So what? You just gonna leave me here forever?" "No. We're not. Cause we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record, this isn't about some prize fight between your brothers, or destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family." Dean's words reverberated through not only the archangel but YN as well. Her head hung low where she’d frozen when Dean halted. The older Winchester threw open the door and looked back at his sister, nodding for her to let him free, before stepping outside, Sam and Cas following.

"All that stuff he was sprouting back there, you think he was telling the truth?" Dean asked his brother across the roof of the Impala. "I think he believes it." Sam answered, glancing back at the factory door when the fire alarm began to ring. "So what do we do?" Dean asked, ignoring the ringing bell. "I don't know." "I tell you one thing right now, I wish I was back in a tv show."

YN stared across the flames at Gabriel. His eyes bore into hers. If you were an outsider looking in, you'd swear they were reading each other's thoughts.

But they didn't need telepathy to know what the other was thinking. They were the youngest of their families. They were the sibling that felt the pain of their brothers fighting. They were the ones that had the most to lose from this battle.

“That look’s gonna get me in trouble.” Gabriel said from the middle of the climbing flames. Realization dawned on YN and she found it hard to breathe, never mind swallowing around the gob in her throat that had suddenly appeared. When her heart began to beat again and air filled her lungs, she smashed the glass over the emergency fire system.

"Don't say I never did anything for you." She called out, pulling the lever. She stood under the fountain of water, staring at him, emotion’s betraying her, tearing her in half. With a thick swallow, she turned her back on him and joined her family outside.

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