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nickelkeep · 5 years

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The Devil You Know

Pairing: Sam/Gabriel Rating: Gen Word Count: 4605 Warnings: AU - If you don’t like Sam as the King of Hell, this ain’t for you. On Ao3

“Sam!” Dean called into the library, “Can you come out to the War Room for a minute?”

Sam pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes before marking his page and closing the book he was reading. He stood up and stretched, careful to make sure his body popped and cracked in all the proper spots.

He made his way into the War Room to see Cas and Dean standing over a map marking various locations. “What’s going on? A case?”

Cas shook his head. “Not exactly. Remember when you stated that there would be no new King of Hell?” Sam nodded in confirmation. “Turns out the Demons are about to have their own Civil War.”

“The signs and the omens we’ve been researching, not an apocalypse. Think of them as battles over turf.” Dean added. “They’re organizing whether we like it or not.”

“So you’re saying I should have put my weight behind that Kipling guy?” Sam scoffed. “No. He was a million times worse than Crowley. And we barely liked Crowley.”

Cas and Dean looked at each other briefly before Dean gave Cas the go-ahead to speak. “There may be a better idea.”

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” He looked at Dean, who was shaking his head no. “Clearly, Dean doesn’t.”

“It may be the only choice we have, but depending on who takes over for Heaven, we may not have a better option.”

“What does that even mean, Cas?”

Dean spoke up. “What Cas is trying to get at is that there’s someone alive who has a strong claim to the throne, that Heaven may leave alone.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “You.”

“What?!” Sam’s head shot back forth between the angel and his brother. “You two are joking, right?”

“Sam. You are clean, you are pure. You would go to Heaven if you died tomorrow.” Cas paused. “But you are still technically marked by Azazel. You are his chosen. The demons would honor it. They have to.”

“Dean, listen to him, you can’t agree with him,” Sam pleaded.

“He’s got a point, Sam. And you don’t have to go to Hell. Technically, you can’t.” Dean ran his hand down his face. “Plus, we could clean up the mess that is down there. No more Demon Deals, only put the genuinely horrible people down there, no more sneaky shit. I would trust you if you were in charge.”

Cas held his hand up. “The catch is that Heaven would have to approve. While Hell is its own Domain, an angel – Lucifer, was sent down there oversee it. And when he was placed in the cage for trying to cause an uprising, a set chain of command was put in place.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Sam sat down at the head of the War Table. ”This is my life. I have the Hunter Network to run. I go on hunts with you guys. We’re raising Jack. Don’t you think that’s enough for me?”

“Sam, if we can implement good changes to Hell, you would be a leader only in title, just like the leader of Heaven.” Cas walked over and clasped Sam’s shoulder. “We wouldn’t be so adamant if we didn’t think you could handle it.”

“Plus, we’ll be right there with you Sammy. Like always.”

“It’s only if Heaven says Yes, anyway.” Sam ran his hand through his hair. “Let’s get started, Dean. Go work your magic, Cas.”

xxx

“Gabriel!” An angel - Inias, the Archangel believed his name was - shouted, and came running up to him. “You walk the earth!”

Shit. Gabriel stopped and put his hands in his jacket pockets. “I didn’t realize it was a myth.”

“This is amazing. Castiel said that you had died. And now, when we need you the most, you’ve returned. Oh, forgive my manners.” Inias bowed at the waist before standing up straight. “Won’t you come home? The other angels will be thrilled to see you.”

“Hah!” A cold, harsh laugh escaped the Archangel’s typically jovial lips. “Wait, you were serious?” Gabriel clasped Inias’ shoulder and pulled him closer. “There’s a reason I left Heaven over a millennia ago. And I sure as hell don’t want to come back now.” He gently set the lesser angel back upright, brushing some lint off the front of Inias’ suit jacket and patting his chest. “You can pass that on to whoever’s in charge up there.”

“No one.”

“Excuse me?” Gabriel cupped his hand behind his ear. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.”

Inias took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “There is no one in charge of Heaven. Right now? You’re the highest-ranked angel, besides Castiel, and he’s fallen.”

“If Cas is considered Fallen, then I hate to break it to you kid. I’m way, way, worse off than he is.”

“Please, Gabriel. You don’t even have to stay in Heaven. Just pop up every now and then. We need a leader to unify us. Especially with Hell trying to unify under a leader again.”

The Archangel smirked curiously. “Hell’s trying to unite? Under who? Lucifer’s gone. Crowley’s dead. All the Princes and Knights are gone. It’s just a bunch of pissants trying to covet an empty throne.”

“Just come up and talk to Naomi?” Inias pleaded. “You won’t be trapped, you know none of us could keep you there. We just need guidance and some to help us rebuild. And perhaps, if you’re up top, it’ll keep them from organizing down there.”

“Fine.” Gabriel sighed and put his hand back on Inias’ shoulder. “Hold on tight.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers, instantly transporting them. The hallways of Heaven were cold and clinical. With the number of the Host dwindled down to the extremely low double digits, it was a slim upgrade above abandoned. Gabriel looked around, taking in familiar sights before being led to the prison block.

“Why are we here?”

Inias frowned. “After the Shadow attacked, Naomi was deemed unfit to lead. We couldn’t expel her, as we need all the power we can get. She’s sitting in a cell.”

As they came to the front of her cell, Naomi stood up in shock at the sight of the Archangel standing before her. “Gabriel? We were told that you died. Killed by a different Michael.”

“Clearly, that’s not the case.” Gabriel spun in place and made his best jazz hands motion before returning to his serious expression. “Being in power didn’t suit you well, Naomi?”

“I was never meant to be in power. I didn’t want it. But because I had controlled Castiel at one time, the Host looked towards me to lead them.”

“Just because you’re a reconditioner, doesn’t mean you’re a leader.”

“I know that, Gabriel!” Naomi cried out. “I tried my best. I even tried to get Castiel back into Heaven. He’s the one who won’t stay because of his status as Fallen.”

“So, you have angels like Inias here, searching for any angels who didn’t come home after the Fall?”

“That wasn’t my doing.”

“It was my choice, as well as a couple of others, Gabriel. It was dual-purpose. Let them know that they could come home. I thought we could see if there were any angels capable of leading the Host.”

“Angels aren’t meant to lead the host. You would have been better making a Democracy.” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m not even a leader. I’ve spent millennia running from responsibility.”

“We’re not asking you to make laws or rules Gabriel,” Naomi was practically pleading. “Those are already in place. If you want to make changes, by all means, go ahead. You know we need them. We just need a figurehead to guide us in God’s name. Please.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers and removed the bars from Naomi’s cell. “First change. Get out of the damn cell, and get back upstairs.”

“Does this mean you’ll do it?” Inias questioned.

“Not yet. Get all the angels in the throne room, but don’t tell them I’m here. If I’m doing this, I want to make sure they’re all on board.”

Naomi and Inias bowed before exiting the prison wing. Gabriel looked into Naomi’s former cell. What have I gotten myself into?

xxx

Cas arrived to find all the angels congregating in the throne room. He slipped into the room as well and moved to stand next to Inias. “What is going on?”

Inias turned to Cas and smiled. “Hopefully good news. Everyone is here except for the few angels who refuse to return.”

“That’s actually good. I wanted to bring a suggestion on who could take over as the King of Hell.” Cas was going to continue, but the doors to the throne room opened again, allowing entrance for… “Gabriel!?”

“Hello, Castiel!” Gabriel turned to the rest of the angels in the room. “Hello, everyone!”

“No, this is impossible. Sam and Dean watched you die.” Cas stepped forward, moving closer to his brother. “We mourned you. Sam was devastated.”

Gabriel’s previous joy flatlined. “If a Seraph can do it, why can’t an Archangel? You’re not the only one who got out of the Empty.”

“And you couldn’t go to Sam?”

“That’s enough, Castiel. We’ll talk after I talk to the Host.”

Cas knew a dismissal when he heard one and snapped his mouth shut. It didn’t stop him from noticing the pain in his brother’s eyes, however.

Gabriel all but waltzed to the throne and stood in front of it. “Many of you know that the last thing I want is to sit in this chair. I’ve done everything I can to shirk the responsibility that came with being, well… Me.” He spared a glance at Cas before looking back to the rest of the angels. “But, I know that right now, until good old Dad reappears, you need a rallying point.”

The angels in the throne room started talking excitedly in hushed whispers to one another. Cas looked at Inias who smiled and nodded.

“I will be the Commander of Heaven, with some conditions,” Gabriel announced to polite applause from the rest of the Host. Cas stood in place, slackjawed in disbelief. Gabriel signaled to the room to cease their clapping. “As you all know, I can’t stay in one place. If you really want me to lead, you need to understand that I’m only going to be popping up here like once a week, or if an emergency occurs. I’ll have a team to handle the day-to-day.”

It took no convincing for the angels to accept Gabriel’s terms as the Leader of Heaven, although Cas was against it. If Gabriel became the Leader, he wouldn’t allow Sam to become the King of Hell. He’d deem it too risky. Cas turned to leave when his brother called out to him.

“Cas, leaving so soon? I know you wanted to talk.” Gabriel walked up next to him and stood close. “There’s a lot for me to catch up on.”

“What is there for me to say? The rest of the Host can catch you up on current events.” Cas tried to walk away as Gabriel stepped in his path.

“I think you came up here for a reason. According to the others, you don’t come up here often.”

Cas shook his head. “I already know that the request I had of Heaven will be turned down, especially now that you’re in charge. And I honestly don’t think you want anything to do with me or the Winchesters. Otherwise, you would have found us.”

Gabriel looked around before grabbing Cas’ arm and pulling him out of the Throne Room. “You think I want this? You think this where I thought I would be after running away?”

“I don’t know what to think, Gabriel. Sam and Dean watched Michael kill you. I thought you dead. We mourned you. Instead, I find out you’re back, by finding you in Heaven. The last place you said you ever wanted to be. You said that to me. Over in the other universe.”

He let go of Cas’ arm and slouched back against the wall. “I’ve only been out of the Empty for less than a month. I was trying to find my back way to Sa- all of you. Inias found me.” Gabriel picked at a string on the cuff of his jacket. “I figured, if I didn’t have to stay in Heaven as the leader, I could use the resources to find you, and it would speed up my search.” He looked back up to Cas, honesty shining in his eyes. “When Inias said you were Fallen, and Naomi confirmed it, I figured it would be even harder to find you, so I would need those resources to find you.”

“The rest of the Host lets me come and go as I please. They still welcome my Grace as an extra battery.”

Gabriel shrugged. “I really was trying to find you three. That bunker is extremely angel proof, huh?”

“Yes. Jack and I are the only ones who can get in and out freely.”

“It’s warded against me?” Gabriel sounded hurt, much to Cas’ surprise.

“Against all Archangels. We had an incident with the other Michael. And Lucifer.” Cas hung his head, hoping to change the subject. “We thought you were dead. There would be no reason to have an exception made into the sigil with you dead.”

“Fair.”

“There are other ways of contacting us,” Cas responded dejectedly.

“Right, cause Angel Radio wouldn’t pick up on me broadcasting.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest. “So what were you going to ask of the host?”

Cas shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. There’s now a Leader of Heaven, and you won’t approve.”

“You wound me, brother.” Gabriel grabbed at his chest, feigning an injury. “At least ask. The worst I say is no.”

“And then stab me with an angel blade,” Cas muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I said there’s a situation involving Hell.”

“Yeah, I heard about that. One of the reasons Inias wanted me back up here.” Gabriel pushed himself off the wall and stood up straight. “What can you tell me, I’m sure you and the Winchesters were looking into it.”

“They don’t have a leader. So they’re fighting over boundaries, territories; the smallest things are setting off small battles.”

“Ok, I’m assuming there was an idea, and you wanted to run it by the Host.”

“There is somebody viable for the Throne. Someone that can be trusted.”

Gabriel laughed. “Angels rarely trust Demons, Cas. What Demon-”

“Sam.”

Cas watched as his brother went deathly still. All emotion left his face, and Cas couldn’t feel anything emanating from the Archangel.

“Leave, Castiel.”

No other words were necessary. Cas left, the proverbial tail tucked between his legs.

xxx

Dean watched as his brother collapsed into a chair. Cas had come back not only with news that the angels had found someone to lead them, that the leader had told him no to their plan, and that the leader was none other than the Archprick known as Gabriel.

Sam was ricocheting through the stages of grief in front of him and Cas, and they couldn’t stop it. Dean leaned into Cas to whisper in his ear. “Stay with him? I’m going to take care of a few things.” Cas pulled back and cocked his head to the side in confusion. “I’m serious. If I need you, I’ll pray and say ‘Poughkeepsie.’ If I say that, get Sam somewhere safe and come to me. I won’t be far. I’ll tell you where I’m at in the prayer.”

“I don’t like this, Dean.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like this,” he discreetly pointed to Sam, “either.”

He clasped Cas’ shoulder and headed to the armory where they stashed all their weapons. As he looked through their melee weapons, Dean came across the blade he was looking for, and slid it up the sleeve of his flannel, as Cas had shown him how to do.

After cutting through the garage, and closing the bay doors behind him, Dean started to pray aloud. “Gabriel, I hear you’re alive you son of a bitch. I will never doubt Cas, but I need to see you with my own two eyes. If you’re alive and real, show yourself.”

“I’m not sure if you’re trying to antagonize me, or if you’re actually trying to help me.” Dean looked to his right to find that Gabriel had come as called. “You know I couldn’t find this place? Did Cas tell you that? ‘Cause I know I told him that.”

Dean slowly nodded. “He mentioned it. Doesn’t make it any less true that there are other ways to find us.”

“Yes, because I have your phone numbers memorized.”

“There are other people who would have helped you find us, asshole.” Dean let the blade drop out of his sleeve and he pointed it at Gabriel. “What’s the whole point of making yourself known? Are you trying to hurt Sam again? Cas? Hell, I was even upset over your death, and I barely tolerate you on most days.”

Gabriel frowned, his eyes following the blade in Dean’s hand. “An Archangel Blade? Are you threatening me?”

“I’m protecting my family. The one you’re hurting at the moment.”

“Can I see Sam?”

“For what reason? To deepen his wounds? To tell him how much you don’t trust him?” Dean scoffed. “Shit, Cas told us that all he said was Sam’s name, and you shot down the plan before you even heard it.” Dean closed his eyes and prayed silently to Cas that he was outside the Garage and to keep his ears on. “Do you even care what’s going on? I mean, old habits die hard. Trust me, I know.”

“You’re testing my patience, Dean.” Gabriel took a few steps forward. “Did I not prove to you that I was ready to fight to protect you, and Castiel and most of all Sam?”

“Oh, you did. I’m not denying you died for us.”

“And now you want to throw Sam to the wolves and have him rule over Hell? Yes, let me waste throwing my life away to have him do that.”

Dean prayed to Cas while Gabriel was yelling at him. “Cas, I know you’re listening. Ask Sam if he wants to see Gabe.”

“I will not have him down there. I will not have him become a Demon. Not when he’s done so much. Not when he can finally go to Heaven when all is said and done.”

“You really should have let Cas explain the idea, Gabe.” Dean ran his hand down his face as Cas opened the door to the Garage. “Stay here.”

Dean quickly crossed to Cas. “What does Sam want?”

“He didn’t even hesitate. He said yes before I finished the question.” Cas looked over at Gabriel, who was watching the two of them talk. “I changed all but the last sigil on the way here. Do I change this last one?”

“Yeah, Angel. Go ahead.” Dean kissed Cas on the temple before walking back over to the Archangel.

He flipped the blade in his hand and offered the hilt to Gabriel. “I’m pretty sure you know this is yours.”

“Yeah.”

“Sammy wants to see you. But so help me, Gabe, if you hurt him again-”

“You don’t have to threaten me. If I hurt him again, it’s on me. One-hundred percent.” Gabriel took his blade and walked towards the open doors.

xxx

Sam had told Cas that he wanted to see Gabriel, but now he doubted that decision. Dean had gone outside to pray and call him to the bunker, and he was there, now. Sam sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee keeping his hands busy while he waited for Gabe to join him.

“Hiya Sam.” Gabe leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, a sad smile playing across his mouth. “A little crow told me you were willing to see me.”

“Yeah, uh.” Sam swallowed hard. “Hi, Gabriel.”

“Can I join you?”

Sam nodded and watched as the Archangel sat across from him.

“So.”

“So.” Sam nodded in agreement, his eyes suddenly focusing on his coffee instead of the whiskey gold eyes across the table from him.

After a few moments of silence, Gabriel tried to start the conversation again. “I’ve heard a bit about your accomplishments. Starting up a network of hunters, keeping track of them, keeping dibs on the weird stories of the day and forwarding them to right people.”

“Yeah. I, uh, realized that Dean and I, we’re getting older. We’re slowing down. We need to pass our knowledge and skills on to a newer generation of Hunters. We can do this and still be helpful. Dean and Cas can train them, I can teach them. Rowena’s even helping out.” Sam offered a little smile while trying to remain modest.

“That’s great, Sam. So why do you want to throw it all away to be the King of Hell?”

Sam frowned. There it was. “I don’t have to throw it away. I can handle both.”

“You think you can Sam. It’s not a walk in the park.”

“And you think any part of my life has been?” Sam sat up straight, his body and mind going into defense mode.

Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “No. That’s not what I meant.” He let out a heavy sigh. “I just found you, and you’re already going to run off and put yourself in a position that could get you killed.”

“I’m a hunter. I have died plenty of times Gabe.”

“That’s beside the point. I won’t have it on my watch.”

“What do you even want, Gabriel? You’re somehow back from the dead, and you’re the Leader of Heaven which, by the way, is something you said you never wanted.” Sam paused and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew that he was going somewhere with this line of conversation, but Gabe was right there, sitting across from him. Sam could reach across the table and take his hand and run his thumb across his knuckles. Instead, Sam shook his head and tried to focus. “If it weren’t for Cas saying that it is definitely you, I’d have every reason to doubt you.”

Sam watched as hurt flashed through Gabriel’s eyes. The archangel looked down at his hands before responding. “I needed to find you. You’re hidden from me. Dean and Cas are hidden from me. This place is hidden from me.” Gabriel looked up, his eyes boring into Sam’s. “I took this as an opportunity. I thought I had found a way to find you. I wanted to find you, to make sure that you were ok. To make sure that you were alive.”

“Is it safe to say you’re being selfish? How does this help keep Heaven operational? How are you helping the angels? Or are you just helping yourself?”

Gabriel hung his head again.

“I know what you’re getting at. I really do. But you can’t tell me no, Gabe. Do you even know why I’m doing this?”

“Because Cas and Dean put you up to it?” Gabriel spat, not bothering to look up from the table.

“It was their idea, but I’ve come to embrace it. The casualties from the demon battles will stop. I can stop Demon Deals. I can reform Hell. Make it the place that only the truly bad go, and make it a place where souls can be reformed.” Sam hesitantly reached across the table and took Gabriel’s hand. “Even marked as Azazel’s Chosen, I’ve worked to be pure, to be worthy. You showed me that I am.”

“Then you have to understand why I don’t want you doing this.” Gabriel looked up, a sad smile on his lips. “Did I agree to Lead Heaven for selfish reasons? Yeah. But I will lead because I made that promise. And am I disagreeing with the idea of you leading Hell for selfish reasons? Abso-fucking-lutely. I am selfish, Sam.” He closed his other hand around Sam’s, embracing it tenderly. “I just found you again, and I find that I’m going to lose you? Not happening.”

“We did the research, Gabe. I can do this.”

“It’s not a matter of me doubting you.” Gabriel exhaled quietly. “I don’t want to be away from you again.”

Sam sat in silence, looking at his hand in Gabriel’s. The tension built a wall around them, instead of dividing them, separating them from the rest of the bunker. Hunters came in and out of the kitchen, ignoring them, rushing around them. Stifled by their quiet, Sam raised his eyes up and searched Gabriel’s eyes. “What do you want, Gabriel? All you’ve told me is what you don’t want.”

“I found you. I wanted that.”

“Doesn’t count, Gabriel. You know what I mean.”

“Does it matter what I want? It sounds like you’re going through with your King of Hell plans either way.” Gabriel started to slide his hands back when Sam’s other hand came to rest on top and hold them securely in place.

“I want to know. Please.”

“For us not to fight. For us to be on the same page. For us to be like we were.” Gabriel’s typically energetic voice fell to a broken whisper. “I want us.”

Sam’s face softened in realization. “And you think that if you lead Heaven and I lead Hell, that we can’t have that? Heaven and Hell are constantly at war, so the leaders have to hate each other?” Gabriel nodded. “Gabe, that’s bullshit and you know it. We would be in charge. We make the rules.”

“And here I thought you would be above all those cliches.”

“You’re talking to the guy who wants to reform Hell.” Sam stood up and pulled Gabriel to his feet before wrapping his arms around the archangel. “Come here.”

Gabriel melted into Sam’s embrace. “Why do you make it sound so easy?”

“Because after all the shit we’ve been through, I think we deserve easy for once, don’t you?”

“Well, I mean, it wouldn’t be hiding in Monte Carlo with endless strippers and parties and booze easy.”

“Gabe.”

“Do you want me there?” Gabriel reached up and softly Sam’s face, eliciting a smile from the hunter.

Sam pulled back and looked down quizzically. “Want you where?”

“With you, when you tell the faction Leaders that you’re taking over as the King of Hell. If you have the new Commander of Heaven with you, I’m sure it will throw the extra weight behind your claim.”

“Did you change your mind?

“We deserve easy. So we make this as easy as possible, right? That means that I don’t fight you on this, and we work together. Besides, I promised I would always keep you safe, right? Can’t do that if I’m not on board or fighting against you.”

“Just like that?” Sam raised his eyebrow in disbelief. “Why the one-eighty?”

“I thought I was going to have to graciously bow out of your life, Sam. I was ready to have to protect you from a distance. I was ready to be the mopey pining teenager, which, may I remind you, is not a good look for me.” Gabe flashed his most brilliant smile yet, causing Sam’s heart to stop. “But if we’re by each other’s side? We can do anything.”

Sam cupped Gabriel’s face and leaned down, fiercely kissing the Archangel, and sealed his first - and only - deal as the new King of Hell.

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fictionalabyss · 6 years

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Sympathy for the devil.

Pairing : Lucifer x vessel!Reader. Sam (briefly mentioned)

Word count : 1,356

Written for : @spnfluffbingo Square : Intimacy

Warning : Luci reminds us that he isn’t the only angel who did something shitty. And that maybe it could have been better dealt with, instead of leaving him for dead. Luci deserves some love too, ya know. Maybe some intimacy will do him some good.

SPN Fluff Bingo Masterlist.

“What is this place?” he asked, after appearing in the doorway.

“My childhood home. Shouldn't you know that?”

“Didn't think you'd want me rooting around in your memories.”

“Since when does the devil care what people want?” you snapped.

“If that's how you feel..” he started towards the closest door. He could open doors and see hidden memories behind them, if he chose to. And he knew from watching you, here in your mind, that this door never opened. You never even went near it. Even though, right now, it was just a room.

“No!” you jumped up from where you sat. “Please. Not- not that one.” you side eyed the door and swallowed.

“Afraid I'll taint your precious memories?”

“Afraid you might make it worse. Please, leave that one hidden away where I left it. I- I can't go through that again.”

“Humans are so funny.” he turned away from the door and started towards you again. “You all find safety in the same places that hold bad memories. Childhood. Why?”

You shrugged. “Maybe things just don't seem as bad when you don't understand the full implications and consequences of it all.”

“And now?”

“I don't want to remember.” you looked away, ashamed. “Not those memories, and not the new ones you're making me live.”

“They aren't so bad.” he chuckled.

“Maybe not to you. Not compared to what you've done.”

“And what exactly have I done?” he snarled, stepping right up to you. “You know what I'm guilty of? Loving my father. If that makes me a horrible person, what does that make you?”

“Deserving of this.” you answered quietly.

“You know, I'm really not that bad.” he stepped back. “I'm a fun guy. And I follow the rules. Just not the new ones.” He smiled. “Maybe I'm an old testament kinda guy. Old, old testament. The first laws. Before all this biblical bullshit that man got twisted.” he waved a hand. “Ever stop and think that maybe, just maybe, I could be the victim here?”

“You're Lucifer…”

“Yeah? And? Michael ran around killing first born sons, people still love him. He's the biggest asshole I know.”

You thought about that for a moment.

“And Gabriel.” he scoffed. “Don't get me started on that little shit.” he rolled his eyes. “He's dipped into every religion there is, one way or another. He is Loki, with the Norse. He fucked Kali. He-”

“What?”

“Oh yeah.” he nodded. “But Gabriel is the ‘fun’ brother.” He scoffed again. “You know Rafael? So quick to throw you all to the wolves. Sacrifice you all so my brother and I can fight to the death. He was so sure God was dead and gone. Appointed himself leader and almost damned you all. I'm not complaining too much, it let me stretch my legs a bit, but how did I get the bad rep, huh? I gave you free will!”

“I-”

“You pray to them.” he was getting angrier as he ranted. “You worship them like they deserve it, like they care! Angels don't give a shit about you! Any of you! I hate you all, but I have a reason for my hatred! You aren't worthy of anything he created! So why the hell should I bow to you!?”

“I-”

“You're just a toy, a play thing. You're nothing.” he spat.

“And yet, you need us.” He stopped, for a moment, your words freezing him. “I'm nothing and yet you need me.”

“I don't need you.” he spat, turning and walking away.

“Then shall I cast you out? I'll reject you right now.” Lucifer ignored you, calling your bluff. “I, Y/n y/l/n, reje-”

Before you could finish, his hand was on your throat, his breath on your face. “I will destroy you on the inside before I'm out, and return with a new vessel to rip the rest of you apart cell by cell.” he threatened.

“Admit it.” you croaked out as his grip tightened. “You need us.”

“You're nothing but a warm body to me.” he spat. “I bet you've heard that before.” he grinned.

“From worse people than you.”

He laughed. “You said it yourself, there are no worse people than me.” he let go of your throat and shoved you away. “you can't have it both ways.”

You watched him angrily pace for a moment. “Lucifer?”

“What?” he snapped.

“Since you didn't have a childhood, where's your safe space?”

“I don't need one.” he growled.

“Don't you?” You stepped closer to him, moving slowly as if approaching a wounded animal. “Where do you go to escape your brothers? To escape humanity? Everything you hate? Where does the devil go to clear his mind and think?”

You reached out, your fingers brushing his cheek and everything shifted around you. Your memories and childhood home were gone.

“How did you do that?” he growled, angry.

“A cage?” you asked, your fingers slipping away from his cheek as you looked around. There were bars all around, even above, and a cold hard floor beneath you made of the same material.

“How did you do that?” he demanded, slamming you against the bars, hand on your throat again.

“You're in my head.” you reminded him. “I left myself open to you, and you dropped your guard. It's not a one way link.” He snarled at you and let you go. “What is this place?”

He ignored you, walking to a corner at the opposite end of the cage. “It's my cage.” he muttered quietly, coming to a stop. He stood face in the corner, forehead against the bars. “Where I spent most of my life. Where I was trapped, forgotten and left for dead.”

His body stiffened when you gently touched his back. You pulled your hand away as if burned, but then after a moment, reached out for him again. “Who put you in here?”

“My father. My brother. My vessel. My true vessel, before you. Samuel Winchester.” For a moment, a memory of a man appeared in the corner behind you, and you turned to glance at it before it faded away again.

“Handsome.” you admitted more to yourself than anything.

“Fun, too.” He chuckled softly. “Always trying to do good, trying to ignore the darkness in him. Just like you.”

“We all have light in us, too. Even you.”

He laughed, his shoulders shaking as he did, head going back with a sigh. “You're funny, kid.”

“Cast out for loving your father too much, that's what you said, right?” He barely turned his head, and remained silent. “Loyal to a fault. Loyalty is not darkness, Lucifer. Love is never darkness.” He looked back out through the bars. “You're capable of love, you're capable of loving again.”

“No one is worthy of my love.” he grumbled.

“Try.” you moved to his side to better see his face. “What have you got to lose?”

“Who could ever love me?” he shook his head.

“I could.” He turned now, and finally looked at you. “I could if you tried. With whatever time I have left, we could build a home in here.” You let the world around you shift again, and you found yourselves standing outside a quaint house, surrounded by land as far as the eye could see. “However you want it, you can have it. Add a beach, or a lake, or a neighborhood.” With each suggestion, your surroundings shifted to reflect it.

“Why?”

“You've never had intimacy before, have you?”

“I've had-”

“Not sex.” you chuckled. “It's so much more.” You cupped his face. “It's gentle touches, and quiet whispers. It's letting someone in, letting them know you. A future. A past. Shared moments, and love. Genuine love. Let me show you intimacy, Lucifer. Let me give the devil what no one else has offered to give.”

He gave you a small nod. “But I prefer the land. Open sky, and soft rolling fields.”

“As long as you are here, you will never feel caged in again.” You smiled as your surroundings shifted and settled. “Anything you want, my Luci. My home is your home.”

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thewhiterabbit42 · 6 years

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Ashes to Flame

Summary: When the light of your world becomes faded, your friends search for a way to bring it back and their desperation leads to a startling discovery.

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings/tags: Soulmates, some angst, fluff

Word Count: Almost 4200

Author’s Note: This was written for @girl-next-door-writes Christmas/Birthday Challenge. I’m sorry I’m late on this, sweetie, and hope you enjoy it! My prompt was: “It’s never too late to be what you want to be.. unless you want to be younger, then you’re screwed.”

Special thanks to @sumara62 my wonderful beta and @nobodys-baby-now for listening to my whining and sympathizing with my inability to make deadlines (among other things).

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You couldn’t remember ever being this tired.

It was more than just weariness that had settled into your bones. The days bled into each other, the minutes stretching together in one long string of empty moments. It felt like you existed within shades of grey, everything around you saturated with cooler hues. The more time that passed, the bluer everything became. The world. You. Even the sun fell flat, the warmth on your face overshadowed by the ever-fading colors, and every time it set, you felt another piece of yourself disappear with it.

You had no idea what had happened. One moment you were awash in a sea of yellows, from the flickering candlelight to the faded parchment of ancient texts. You were doing a favor for an old friend of your father’s, burying yourself in lore that hadn’t seen the light of day in years, if ever. Your eyes closed for the briefest moment, your fingers trying to rub the dull ache behind them away as you tried to remember what daylight even was.

A sudden chilliness descended, something that was far more frequent than you liked, and you tried not to think of how many spirits likely roamed the old monastery halls. This cold snap hit deep, however, and a shudder tore through you, causing your eyes to immediately open. You blinked once, then again, stare widening as everything around you suddenly took on the tones of a faded, discolored photograph.

That had been years ago, and it had never been the same after that.

It couldn’t have happened at a worse time. The entire hunter community was up in arms about the impending apocalypse, the very thing you were hip deep in research over. Lucifer was loose from the cage. Everyone you knew was too caught up in the chaos, including yourself, to focus on anything else.

When that storm had settled, you were finally introduced to the infamous Winchesters, and once your existence collided with theirs, you were never able to extricate yourself from them. You considered enlisting their help, but there never seemed to be much time to focus on anything other than whatever burgeoning mess they happened to step into. Angel wars. Leviathan. Your own troubles seemed so miniscule in comparison, and it was almost two and a half years before you even mentioned anything to them.

By then, however, it was too late.

They gave it a valiant effort. They devoted any and all spare time between cases to yours. Your desire to know, however, had dwindled, and many other inclinations followed.

Your driving curiosity was the first to go, the very thing that had led you into the world of monsters and hunting. The next was your passion, which had always given you the extra reserves needed to see a case through and move on to the next, no matter how tired or hopeless it seemed. Without that spark, your compassion closely followed, allowing the emptiness you felt when you looked around to entrench itself, and slowly the world you saw became an accurate reflection of what lay inside of you.

Your friends had been with you every step of that transformation, though they hadn’t known what to do about it. Sam tried to get you to talk, but you often felt there was nothing to say. This wasn’t some mood you were in. It wasn’t stress, lingering memories, or bad experiences grating away at you. It just was.

Dean was more of a doer. He tried to take you out more, get you drunk, and bring you places with good food and even better prospects for one night stands. You’d gone along with it for a while, though you’d never taken anyone home. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d enjoyed someone else’s touch, let alone your own. Pleasure was yet another of the many things that had become lost, like all the warmth and vibrancy in life had burned out, leaving you surrounded by a sea of ashes.

Recently, however, you’d stopped entertaining those attempts, finding you couldn’t muster enough will to try anymore, even for him. You knew they were worried, but there just wasn’t enough of anything left within you to do anything about it. You heard them sometimes, late at night, when they thought you were asleep.

“We can’t just sit here and continue to do nothing.”

“Dean… I’m not sure what we can do. Talking doesn’t help. Getting her out, making her hunt, doing things here, nothing seems to work,” Sam sighed.

“There’s gotta be something wrong with her,” Dean persisted.

“I have checked. Many, many times.” Cas sounded weary of the topic, though he was just as concerned as the brothers. “If there is, I can find no natural cause for it.”

There was nothing natural about this, but between the four of you, you had thoroughly covered the usual supernatural causes. If it was witchcraft, it was so ancient and obscure you were certain to never find it. You had all gone back to the monastery and ruled out the possibility of a curse. All the spirits on the grounds were benevolent and former occupants. Even Crowley hadn’t ever seen or heard of anything like it (though you had declined his offer of more thorough testing).

You’d given up looking for a “cure.” You were fairly certain nothing short of a miracle could reverse what had been done, and your faith, though one of the last things to go, was just as lost to you as everything else. You didn’t deny them their hope, however. You were empty, not heartless.

It didn’t come as a surprise when they, too, eventually accepted that things just were.

What did surprise you, however, was that they still never gave up, though their search for a reason deviated from its original course. At least you assumed it had by the unexpected intervention they put together for you one night.

“So am I being voted off the island?” You asked, looking at the row of concerned faces sitting across the table from you. There was nothing wrong with your wit, and every now and then your sense of humor surfaced. The words, however, sounded vacant, as if human sentiment no longer stirred inside of you.

“I - no,” Sam fumbled with his words, caught off guard by your shrewd stare. That’s when you knew they were definitely asking you to leave. You weren’t sure what was more disturbing (mostly because nothing actually disturbed you anymore): the fact that this was happening or that all they had to do was ask and you would have gone and packed your bags without a second thought.

“We’re worried. We can tell you’re not happy, that you haven’t been in a long time,” he continued.

He was right. Joy was as foreign to you as the oranges and coppers that had slowly vanished from your sight, leaving you with the colder, more bitter hues.

“We were wondering if you’ve ever been happy here,” Dean broke in. “I know this life isn’t the easiest. There’s not a lot of time for things most people enjoy… but you used to enjoy it. This.” He held his hands up, gesturing around the bunker.

You had, once, to whatever capacity you’d been capable. You weren’t sure when exactly you’d stopped feeling the comfort of their company and walls, but that, too, had fizzled out.

“If this isn’t what you want, y/n, you can tell us,” Sam continued. “This is as much your home as it is ours, and we want you here, but --”

“Only if I’m happy,” you guessed. You couldn’t blame them. Who wanted a husk of a person hanging around, siphoning off their energy in an attempt to stay alive?

“Only if it makes you happy,” he corrected. “You don’t have to be anything for us, including pretending to want something you might not anymore.”

Your eyes narrowed on him, unable to follow his line of thinking. Want was as foreign as it was familiar. You could remember what it was like to have a desire for things. You just weren’t sure what they expected you to want.

“This doesn’t have to be it,” Dean continued. “You don’t have to stay in this life, kiddo. It’s never too late to be what you want to be... unless you want to be younger, then you’re screwed.”

His smiled at you, trying to lighten the situation. For their sake, you tried to let him, mimicking the gesture as best you could. Yet, it came out as hollow as it felt, and his mirth flickered out just as quickly as it had appeared.

“It’s not hunting,” you told them. “It’s not this place. It’s not you.”

You could go on for hours listing off all the things it wasn’t. How to make them understand what it was, however, was beyond you. You barely did yourself, other than ever since that day, you had been inexplicably withering away inside at a slow, anguishing pace. You were no different than a flower plucked from the field. No matter how many times your water was changed, no matter how much nourishment was added, you were not meant to survive as incomplete as you now were.

“It’s not that I don’t see the way I used to,” you continued, an unexpected clarity forming along the outskirts of your consciousness. “That’s a symptom, not a cause. Something was taken from me.”

The answer was suddenly there, looming over you. Perhaps it had always been, but right then, it was so tangible you could feel it, dancing along the fringe of your understanding.

“What was taken?” Cas asked.

“Everything,” you breathed, and the moment the word was out that knowledge vanished, leaving you just as lost and answerless as before.

The hushed conversations only grew more frequent after that.

“Tell me that wasn’t creepy…”

“Dean…” Sam sounded like he’d rather be having any conversation at the moment other than this one.

“Did you see the look on her face when she said that?”

“It was intuitive, visceral, a leap that defies logic and understanding,” Cas said so casually you would have thought he was explaining how clouds formed.

“You know what it was?”

“I believe the universe was speaking through her,” the angel explained.

“Great. Now the only explanation we have is that the cosmos is trying its hand at ventriloquism with our friend.”

…

“There’s nothing on universal threads or cosmic connections that would explain any of this,” Sam sighed.

A thundering rumble invaded through the room, as if several books had been dropped all at once.

“Maybe not in your library.”

…

“Soulmates? Seriously?” Dean’s incredulousness echoed well beyond the walls of the library.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve heard about them,” Sam reminded.

“Sharing a Heaven with someone you bond with is one thing, but this? This is beyond that. This is - I don’t even know what this is.”

“It’s a thread of cosmic energy that is woven well before the existence of individuals that becomes activated once they both come into being,” Cas’ rough voice filled the silence.

“Tell me it doesn’t sound like a whole world of crazy just fell out of his mouth,” Dean demanded.

“Honestly? It sounds like more than we’ve had in months now,” Sam shrugged.

…

“No. No freaking way!”

“Dean --”

“Don’t Dean me, Sammy!” He roared. “There is no way in Heaven or Hell we are bringing that douche back.”

“That douche just happened to save our lives,” Sam reminded patiently. “And gave us the means to put Lucifer back in his cage.”

“And trapped us in an alternate reality, and toyed with us on several other occasions, and --”

“Is my brother and an archangel, which is one of the only beings in existence with the power to be able to help,” Cas broke in. “Unless you’d like to take our chances with one of the others? I’m sure Raphael will be very pleased to see me after what happened, and I bet Michael would love to get his hands on either of you after locking him away with Lucifer. Unless you’d like to see if letting the devil out, again, works any better this time around?”

The silence that ensued was deafening.

“I take that as unanimous agreement that we should stick with the douche.”

You had no idea who they were talking about. You didn’t even ask a single question when they finally let you in on their plan. Trying to resurrect an archangel seemed a little over the top (not to mention dangerous) but you didn’t have it in you to argue.

You just wanted it to be over. If there was something that accompanied the void, it might’ve been different. A gnawing. An ache. But there was nothing, which was exactly what you felt you had become.

At this point, they could have told you they were sacrificing you to the God of Obscure References and you would have gone along just as willingly.

As it was, you only needed to take a trip with them a few states away.

...

Muncie, Indiana. Something ominous settled over you regarding the location. It was the first response you’d had in awhile, and the world around you rippled, an echo of something seeping into listless tones. The effect was short-lived, however, and it wasn’t long before everything settled back into that stark, wearisome, monochromatic spectrum.

You got tired of watching the landscape, unable to stand plot after plot of golden corn fields now a ghostly shade of white. For some reason, that color in particular bothered you, and that was all that seemed to lay between you and your destination.

“What’s the point of this?” You asked, breaking the pensive silence in the vehicle. You felt every head in the car swivel in your direction.

“An archangel is the most powerful being in existence, aside from my father,” Cas explained. “If anyone can help you, it will be him.”

Him.

“Gabriel,” you stated, an odd dissonance tugging at the emptiness as the name leapt off your tongue. Through process of elimination, you had drawn your own conclusion as to which one you would be trying to bring back.

The angel glanced over at you, surprised. “Yes. Gabriel. The others were deemed too unstable.”

Dean snorted. “That entire branch of your family has some issues around stability and sanity in general.”

“And douchiness?” You guessed.

His eyes met yours in the rear-view mirror. “You heard us.”

“I don’t sleep much,” you reminded.

He exchanged a look with Sam who then turned to face you. “Just how much did you hear?”

You briefly met his gaze before turning back out the window. “Enough to know you’re still grasping at straws.”

Enough to recognize that if this didn’t pan out, then nothing ever would.

“How is this even supposed to work?” You continued, folding your arms over your chest.

“It’s… complicated,” Sam replied, turning back around. He probably didn’t mean to be dismissive. Your arely asked questions anymore and if you did, there was never any follow up to their answers. Your eyes flicked up at him, but he had already turned back around.

Dean caught the way you were staring. “In a nutshell we’re going to go in there, shake up some magical laws, and hopefully rekindle his ashes into a flame that will guide him back to this plane. Presuming there’s anything even left of him there.”

Right. Not far fetched at all.

You rested your head against the cool glass, eyes focusing on nothing in particular as you murmured, “Good luck with that.”

…

They wouldn’t let you inside, at least not until after they worked whatever forbidden magic they needed. You assumed it was forbidden, anyway, considering breaking magical laws was part of the abridged version. It was just fine with you. You didn’t like this place. There was a power here, one that did not come from run of the mill supernatural sources. It buzzed along the grounds, stretching up through the frame of the car until it was skittering along your skin. It energized you in a way that left you unsettled, the sudden sensation a sharp contrast to the lifelessness that had plagued you.

You folded your arms over your chest, drawing your legs up onto the seat. You closed your eyes, hoping if you ignored it, eventually it would fade into the background. It didn't. If anything, it only grew the longer you were there.

They couldn’t tell you how long it would take. Waiting wasn’t normally an issue these days, but with that undercurrent of something running through the area, you found it difficult to do as you were asked. A part of you whispered in response, someplace deep and distant, reminding you that, at one point, you would have balked at their request to stay outside. Just a few years ago, they still would have been following you into that building, regardless of what they said.

This isn’t who you are it reminded.

You’d always known there was a difference between who you were and what you’d become. The question had always been, what were you supposed to do about it?

Wake up, it commanded. It’s time to wake up.

Your eyes snapped open, surprised to find the sun had disappeared, and you knew before you stepped out of the vehicle that something was off. The world was eerily still, silent, devoid of the usual chorus of nighttime insects or the smallest stir of air. The power from before had retreated, pulling back behind the walls of the hotel. The only sign of life came from within, a solitary light through a window on the far end, and the once foreboding structure became an eerie beacon that beckoned you in from the darkness.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt drawn to anything, and you felt yourself moving unaware through the darkness, the only thought on your mind finding that light. You felt your way through pitch-black halls, your cell phone and flashlight inexplicably dead. You had no idea where you were going, and yet you navigated your way through the dilapidated halls all the same, coming to stop at a set of double doors that had a small strip of brightness spilling out from beneath them.

The energy you’d felt before resurfaced, returning ten-fold. This time it didn’t just tingle over the surface, but you could feel it seeping into you, slipping inside your veins, urging your system to shake off the wintery sleep to which it had succumb.

You didn’t know what to make of it. You didn’t know what to make of anything as you pushed your way inside. Your friends stood on the fringes of a circle, a mass of complicated symbols adorning the entire area within it. Glass lay strewn across the floor, every window blown out across the the room. The light you had seen came from a ring of flames that was half the size of the original circle, in the center of which stood a man you’d never seen before.

He stood next to a metal basin filled with a mixture of burning embers and fire. Every flame in the room jumped higher as he turned, and the whole world shifted as your gazes locked.

“Hey, sweetheart, welcome to the party,” he gestured around him, flashing you a devastating smile. “I take it you are the damsel in distress I was brought back to save?”

He took a step toward you and your breath froze. His eyes flared to life in a bright burst of color you hadn’t seen in years. It reminded you of Autumn before it was touched by the first frost, the hues warm and bright with the golden echoes of summer.

You had never seen anything as breathtaking or as beautiful as his eyes were in that very moment, the only spark of vibrance in a world you’d given up as withered and dead.

“You all right?” He continued to move toward you, his brow arching slightly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Each step he took sparked more embers within the ashes. The radiance in his eyes spread, illuminating his face, slowly seeping up through his hair, down the front of him until he almost looked surreal, saturated with the sunny tones that had been absent all these years.

“I know I can be somewhat of a vision,” he teased, an overconfident air overtaking him. “But remember, you can’t appreciate all this,” he made a wide circle around his face, “If you don’t remember to breathe.”

That didn’t become an issue until he took another step and the beginning of wings sprouted out from behind him. They were folded in behind his back, arching high above his shoulders. The tops of them were white, though the rest remained hidden behind whatever continued to cloud the rest of your vision.

He stopped, having reached the edge of the fire that continued to flicker with the same washed out colors, his eyes narrowing as he took a closer look at you. “Have we met before?”

You wondered the same thing, a familiarity resonating along his presence as it swept over you, though it was just as loud as the foreignness that responded inside your mind. You missed the look Sam and Dean exchanged and the way Cas began to watch your interactions far more closely, unable to tear your gaze away from the only color you had seen in years, afraid that if you did, it might somehow disappear again.

You swallowed, taking an uncertain step forward, wondering if it was him or the distance that determined how much you saw. More of him emerged, white feathers melding halfway down into a tawny color, and as you continued toward him you found that the tips of his feathers had those same, flame-licked hues the rest of him did.

You never heard the shouts of warning from the others as your steps carried you over the edge of the warding. Gabriel’s smile faltered, though amber brightened, taking on an ethereal quality as you continued forward. Inch by inch, more of his wings emerged, and by the time you reached the second trap your friends had laid, you could see his span from tip to tip.

The world around you remained flat, however, though none of that mattered now. All that did was this mystery man in front of you and the sensations he was creating with his presence alone.

The holy oil flickered out and the world around you faded to darkness, save the warm burn of the embers in the bowl at his feet. His wings retained an otherworldly glow, that left him illuminated with that same summery aura that kissed his vessel’s natural features.

“Tell me you feel that.” He stared at you, the nonchalant persona fading as sobriety overtook all smugness you had seen. A quiet plea ran beneath his words, tugging at your heart, getting it to beat once more with purpose. He took your face between his hands, his touch so careful and gentle despite the raw power you could feel beneath it. “Tell me it’s not just me.”

Tears sprung into your eyes and a small sob released, born more of overwhelming relief and inexplicable joy that sang through you because you did. You felt, on a level you were unaware of, other than that terrible emptiness existed. It was completely beyond your understanding, amazing, and so many other things that if anyone ever asked, the only explanation you could give was you knew. With every fiber of your being. Beyond all reasonable doubt. You knew, and you finally felt the fog beginning to lift as life breathed back into you.

You reached for him, drawing his face down to yours so you could rest your forehead against his. That simple contact gave you everything you needed, everything you’d given up for lost, and for the first time in years, your lips raised in a genuine smile.

The electricity suddenly surged to life, the bulbs burning so brightly they threatened to burst beneath the extra energy pouring through them. You could already see it the way the light filtered through your eyelids, and when you opened your eyes the world was the breathtaking spectrum of colors it had always been before that awful day.

He brushed away your tears with his thumbs, handling you with more tenderness and care than anyone ever had before. The truth became startlingly clear, the final pieces of the puzzle falling into place. It was him. It had always been him, and now that he was back, it was finally over.

“What is he doing?” Dean demanded, though the sheer look of happiness on your face prevented him from intervening as you and Gabriel continued to stand there, holding each other.

Cas smiled, watching the connection that flowed between you and his brother as the archangel folded his wings protectively around you. “He’s helping.”

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true-unicorn-queen · 6 years

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Okaaaayy Soooo this episode was quite the roller coaster of emotions. There are so many things to say, so many pov’s to explore. So let’s get started.....

Let’s start with the one thing that everyone in the fandom is upset about.

Gabe’s death. Though I don’t think he is dead. IDK why but I feel like they won’t have introduced him to kill him off in such a stupid fashion. I have always been patient with SPN writers and I get the feeling that everything is leading up to something.

Also why were Gabe’s eyes light (from what I can tell) green? His eyes are brown or honey colored not green. another clue to the fact that Gabe might not be dead.

Though come next episode and I find out he is dead. I’m coming for the writers.

The next big thing : Lucifer

He just wants a genuine connection to his son. I do not feel like he is faking it. Though he did seem a bit off, might be because he is nervous about being around Jack and he really want’s Jack to like him. He knows that with the Winchesters he would have heard nothing but bad things about Luci and that I think makes him really nervous. Also I think he wants to prove himself and do right by his son. That is why, I think, that Lucifer attacked AU! Micheal. He could have run back to the portal but he didn’t. He fought Micheal so that Jack won’t have to. And even in the end, when he makes a deal with Micheal he doesn’t demand anything but his son.

When Gabe was talking to Lucifer and he said some harsh truths and Lucifer shed a tear, it felt like the beginning of a redemption arc. He was hurt by what Gabriel had said but he knew that it was in someway true and he just didn’t want Jack to think that he was the devil persona that humans had created of him.

He did have some valid points, like if he’s been in the cage for such a long time then who are these humans blaming?

Also TFW not letting Jack talk to Luci is probably why he wanted to “listen” to Lucifer in the first place.

besides taking people away from their biological parents is never gonna work out. it is a very natural and human need to know how your parents were, who they are. I understand that Sam and Dean have learnt it the hard way that family don’t end in blood. but jack is only a couple of months old. he needs to know his father, even if that father is Lucifer. It’s human. And that is probably why he looked like he needed a hug at the end.

Though despite the pro! Lucifer para I have to say that Sam pushing Lucifer back into AU! World was really satisfying.

I see that some parts of the fandom have already started saying that Sam was stupid. But put yourself in his position. The boy has been through 1000 years of torture and all that time it was just one person hurting him - Lucifer. I agree with Sam I too would have let Lucifer rot if I were him.

Fantastic acting by Jared since Lucifer’s been back. The idea of working with your abuser and that pain and confliction it cause inside a person was truly showcased in his acting this season.

Though it was an awkward moment between Lucifer, Jack and Cas I am so freaking glad to know that Luci lost his virginity to Kelly and that means that he didn’t rape Sam in the cage. I was one of those people who believed that it was a possibility, given rape is such a vile thing, stripping someone of all honor and dignity.

Also Mary punching Lucifer is a mood.

Castiel:

Him acknowledging that him and AU Cas are the same. WOW.

i get the feeling that, that is what would have happened if Cas hadn’t met the Winchesters. and fallen in love with Dean.

I liked Misha’s acting choices, and the Nazi aesthetic. and one of his eyes was grey. What if he had been reprogrammed by AU Naomi so many times that his eye turned grey and that is why he had a tremor in his lip.

I get where they are coming from, for the angel of Nazi! Cas. Because if you look at the past Cas has always been fierce and ruthless whenever necessary. and he can make people fear him. and he has in the past shown these qualities. So for all those who think that AU!Cas was stupid - go and rewatch SPN. You don’t realize what Cas is capable of because you are too wound up in his tumblr persona, take a long look at who he truly is and you’ll know that Cas and AU! Cas, like he said, are not much different.

Rowena and Sam:

Was I the only one that felt a little something something at the end of the episode between Sam and Rowena? The soft looks. anyone??

Also Ketch and Charlie:

Ketch crying when Charlie got tortured!!! Let me mention the fact that he didn’t cry when it was him that was getting torture but as soon as AU!Cas touched Charlie, he was in tears. idk if this Charlie is lesbian as well but if she isn’t strictly into girls I see a romance budding.

Also Ketch and Dean:

How surprised he was at seeing Dean, of Dean rescuing him. TBF I have had a thing for ketch and Dean since the episode where the get to the AU

Have Mary and Ketch talked? Met? seems so. That was a conversation I really wanted to see!

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Hiya! I don’t usually post my writings anywhere but I wanna share my idea things. Most of my writings come in the form of fan crations; characters inspired by books, movies, tv shows and games. So here’s something that’s been brewing in my gray matter for a few months.

I recently got reobsessed with Supernatural and decided to add definition to a character i made up a looooong time ago when I first found the show. Didn’t really go into detail about the character but I’m really liking where this is going. Hope you do too!

I’m always open to constructive criticism so don’t hesitate to let me know how I can improve 🥔

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Failed Archangel Olivia

Originally created to be the fifth and final archangel, Olivia turned out differently. She suspects something went wrong during her creation due to the fact she was made after the darkness was sealed away. She is extremely strong, not as strong as Lucifer or Michael but is capable of giving them a good beating if needed. Unfortunately she is unable to properly contain her grace and therefore cannot wield it to her full potential. Most of the time she keeps her grace on a low output or conceals it completely to avoid burning her vessel out.

Being considered a failure but not wanting to discard her, God attempted to place her in other positions that better suited her. None seemed to work until the creation of the heavenly choir. She excelled and became one of the most gifted singers, her songs invoking a sense of contentment, comfort and sometimes euphoria. She was delighted by the fact God would come into the choir room to listen to her when he needed a moment to himself. Sometimes even Lucifer would visit when he wanted to get away from Michael or just needed someone to talk to. Olivia loved their conversations. He pointed out one song in particular he was especially fond of and Olivia spent her spare time trying to perfect it.

While God was creating humans, Olivia observed they seemed to be prone to violence and wondered if it was a good idea to continue. God reassured her that was all part of the complete package. While it was true they could be violent, they were also capable of great kindness. Olivia said she liked them much better than the leviathans and God agreed. She noted that while she was wary of their nature, she was looking forward to the finished product.

The closer God got to completing creating humans, Lucifer became increasingly agitated and jealous his father was spending so much time with his “new favorites”. He went to the choir room more often and would often talk with Olivia. She tried to reassure and comfort him but he was too agitated most times to really listen. There were times where they would go for walks around heaven when the choir room wasn’t working, sometimes even trying to sneak some of God’s “holy spirits”. Lucifer was always too bright and they frequently got caught, but whenever Gabriel would help they would be more successful.

When she wasn’t comforting Lucifer, she and Gabriel would talk and hang out. Gabe liked the humans and was excited to see the finished product, Olivia admitted she was optimistic about them as well. They bonded and became very close, Olivia admitting she was worried about how Lucifer would react. Gabriel, though also nervous, was still hopeful Lucifer would at least tolerate them. Whenever Olivia was feeling down Gabe never failed to cheer her up as he liked her better when she smiled.

Once the humans were complete, Olivia was excited to see them. She heard God coo over them and talk nearly non stop about them. She hurried over to peek at them when God instructed his angels to love them more than they love him. Olivia was puzzled but tried to oblige. No one could take the place of God but they were magnificently innocent. Once Lucifer expressed his disgust for humans and his refusal to do as told, Gabe and Olivia became concerned as the argument escalated. Olivia confided in Gabriel that she really didn’t like the fighting and that Lucifer’s anger was making her increasingly worried. She could tell God was having none of it and didn’t know what he would resort to. Gabe tried to calm her but she was far too distracted to do so.

Olivia was devastated when she heard Lucifer was cast out. Not even Gabriel could make her smile. She refused to sing anymore and took to wandering around heaven by herself. Michael thought she was being pathetic by moping explaining that he hurt too but had to uphold the decision that was made. Gabe was the only one to get some semblance of conversation out of her, she was too heartbroken to even ask God about his decision. When Lucifer was locked in the cage after twisting Lillith into the first demon and a few other reprehensible acts, she took to keeping to her self in the more secluded areas of heaven. She no longer shone like she had before and was slowly becoming dimmer.

Growing concerned for Olivia’s wellbeing, God took her down to earth to show her his creations telling her she would be happier down there. He hoped it would distract her enough that she would be herself in no time and explained he was concerned with how glum she had become since Lucifer’s expulsion. He pointed out a small settlement of humans and told her to watch them and, if she wished, she could interact with them. Olivia didn’t say much but nodded to acknowledge she heard and understood him. God turned her head to look at him and sighed at how broken she looked. He told her he knows how hard it is on her, Michael and himself were taking it hard as well, but he hoped she could find new happiness on earth. He reminded her this was not a banishment but he wanted her to stay as long as she needed to get herself better again. She gave him a small smile and told him she would try. He smiled and kissed her forehead before returning to heaven.

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**Relationships**

*God*

When Olivia resided in heaven she loved God. She was always happy when he would come visit her in the choir room and would happily chat with him even if he didn’t respond. She would do her best to bring him peace and, although he wouldn’t outright say it, he was grateful for her efforts. She would even visit him in his “office” just to check in.

As all children do, she would sometimes do things she wasn’t supposed to such as try to sneak some of God’s collection of alcohol she came to call “holy spirits”. Whenever Lucifer was feeling particularly down she would suggest them attempting to pilfer some and would even rope Gabriel in. Sometimes God would make them easier to find than others unbeknownst to her.

After Lucifer was sent to the cage, Olivia grew very distant even to God. While she eventually becomes indifferent towards God, still remembering him fondly, once she finds out what he’s been up to and why she thinks little of him and decides to instead focus on the “new happiness” she’s managed to find. She has entertained the idea of reconciling with him but only if his actions match his words.

Contrary to other angels, Olivia becomes rather brazen when God begins to show his anger going as far to push him nearly to the edge before making him laugh. After having observed the creative insults from the various children that come into her home, she’s gotten much better at catching people unawares and getting them to laugh, including God, who remarks he “still doesn’t know how she developed that talent.”

*Amara*

Initially she knew very little about Amara given she was created after she was sealed away. It was only when they had gone to get Casifer back that they came to a kind of mutual respect. When Amara expressed anger at what was done to her, Olivia pointed out a similar thing happening to Lucifer though she suspected he took so long to put his foot down was because he didn’t want to repeat what he did. Through conversation she discovered her positive emotion imparting was very similar to what Amara could do which cause her to realize it was most likely the reason she had been created after she was locked away and had never heard of Chuck’s older sister. While Amara was initially angry finding is somewhat pathetic her attitude softened, Olivia found it interesting and guessed he wanted his sister near but didn’t want her destroying his creations let alone what her wrath to being banished would entail.

Olivia enjoys spending time with Amara, despite the protests and attempts to keep her away by Chuck, and she seems to be the only angel Amara doesn’t find annoying or pathetic.

*Death*

Olivia doesn’t have much interaction before the apocalypse given he mostly resides in his coffin, though when he was brought up by Lucifer during those events she and him had friendly interactions. Affectionately calling him “Uncle Death” she seems to be one of the few who manages even a hint of a smile even having brief moments of light banter. He doesn’t understand why Olivia associates with Lucifer and takes shots questioning why and when she’ll drop him.

She was surprised and saddened when she learned of his death, being death itself she never really thought of him having the possibility of dying or being killed. Like Chuck, she doesn’t really like Billie as much as a replacement but she remains civil and friendly toward her despite her very reserved and hands off way of doing things. Noting that it’ll take some getting used to, she says she doesn’t seem all that bad.

*Michael*

While not particularly close she has a friendly relationship with Michael. She always thought he was annoyingly straight laced and far too blindly obedient but would have friendly conversation with him on occasion.

When Michael returned after locking Lucifer away, Olivia no longer bothered talking to him even in passing. While she understood he was just doing as he was told it still didn’t help with the loss. His remarks about her behavior being ridiculous made her disregard him. The first time she sees Michael since her relocation, she pleads along with Lucifer for him to just walk away. Hearing him insisting on doing as designed reinforced her disregard for him, though his hesitation left the possibility that he could come around.

The second time he returned after being in the cage, Olivia saw how alone he was given the deaths of his brothers and decided to start over with him. She becomes much softer and warmed up to him treating him more like a brother and offering him a place in her new home. She’s also more affectionate, having taken to leaning on him, giving him hugs, and innocently teasing him trying to get him to smile. She likes his smile, how relaxed he’s become, and that he smiles more now. (subject to change pending final season viewing)

*Adam*

Initially she had no idea who he was but after learning he and Michael came to an agreement and share control much like herself and Tal’na, Olivia extends a warm welcome and expresses interest in getting to know him. She has a tendency to be overly fluffy and excited with him when he’s in control treating him more like one of her older kids but will sometimes treat him the same as Michael. She’s become very protective of him and tries very hard to not be overbearing.

She enjoys talking with Adam and takes any opportunity she can when she’s not busy taking care of the house, her foster kids and the hunter families, or has her attention occupied by Nick. (subject to change pending final season viewing)

*Lucifer*

Olivia loved Lucifer very much. Whenever she saw him in a bad mood she did everything to cheer him up, even going as far as to memorize and perfect his favorite song and sing it for him whenever he asked. They would spend a lot of time together and Lucifer would sometimes try comfort her too. It didn’t always work but she always appreciated his effort. The closer humans came to completion she became increasingly agitated by his inability to let his jealousy go. Lucifer confessed that he didn’t particularly like having such negative feelings but didn’t know what to do and Olivia insisted that he talk to God to see if he’d listen. Lucifer opted to spend more time with her instead but there was just so much she could do for him.

The first time Lucifer was cast out, Olivia rarely sang and passed most of her time watching him on earth. She longed for him to return but stayed in heaven as told, even asking God if he would make an exception. She kept to the choir room and asked angels in passing what they could see regarding Lucifer’s whereabouts. They often dismissed her or gave her minimal answers causing her to become more withdrawn. She was horrified to learn what he had done when he returned. Regardless, she was still devastated when he was banished to a cage deep within hell. She tried everything to go and see him but she suspects the way in was warded against her specifically. She tried infrequently after realizing she wasn’t getting anywhere and shortly after she was sent to earth by God.

When the apocalypse was started, Olivia fortified her home and the surrounding area before venturing out. She had a very strong pull to find the origin of many of the omens. She first reunited with Lucifer when he brought up Death. The reunion was brief but she was happy to see him again. She was saddened by the fact he was preoccupied by preparing for the fight with Michael but stayed near by and only wandered away when it involved her charges back home. Sometimes she would appear in other places where omens were prevalent when it involved members of her kids’ families, such as when she confronted the “whore of Babylon” when she was impersonating a prophet and speaking falsities about the angels even though she didn’t have the greatest history with them. At Stulls Cemetery, she attempted to be a mediator between Michael and Lucifer pleading along with the latter to just walk away. She became distressed when Castiel banished Michael with holy fire and increasingly distressed when witnessing Lucifer beat Dean, so much so that she froze, pleading that he stop, and wound up having to teleport away with a tearful and panicked sorry after Sam regained control.

Olivia felt another familiar pull when Lucifer was summoned by Rowena into Limbo. She plead her case to Billie to grant access when she found the building the door was located. Billie warned that the Winchesters were in the middle of “negotiations” and it could be detrimental if she interrupted. She promised she wouldn’t disrupt the goings on and Billie relented after some consideration. Because Limbo passed beneath the warding to the cage and didn’t go directly to it, Olivia was able to traverse and quickly did so in order to meet with Lucifer again. As the pull became stronger she slowed becoming nervous. She paused at the base of the stairs that led up to where Rowena and Crowley had been standing. Her heart skipped a beat when she hear Lucifer talk about feeling a familiar presence he hadn’t felt in a great long while and called her to come forward.

After his greeting of “I could smell you”, Olivia calls him a weirdo, telling him to stop smelling her, and shows her bashful personality when around him often blushing or becoming quiet when he shows a more flirty, albeit dirty, side. She quickly matches his energy and subtly flirts back, responding “gross” when he asks if she’d rather he say he could taste her, though she does tell him no, not a chance or definitely not when he telepathically flirts with a much more forward tone. When he asks her to come closer to the cage, she playfully responds “But daddy says I shouldn’t talk to you.” and he responds by looking her in the eye saying “Thought you liked bad boys?” which makes everyone nearby express disgust at the exchange, minus Lucifer and Olivia who chuckle. The sending of Lucifer back to the cage was bittersweet, while she understood he was dangerous if let out she still couldn’t help missing him, though was grateful for the time she was able to have. She thanked both Rowena and Crowley for tolerating her presence and the back and forth between herself and Lucifer. When leaving the room, she mistook Lucifer for Castiel and expressed remorse for their strategy not working before leaving and telling him she would meet him back at the bunker with a small smile. She later explains she saw it was him but due to her believing her mind was playing tricks on her because of her missing him so much she mistook his presence as an illusion.

Shortly before Sam discovered Castiel was not Castiel, Olivia was oblivious due to the fact she was blearily going through the next few days. She wound up bonding with “Castiel” and inadvertently telling Lucifer everything she loves about him and even things she thought he really shouldn’t have done or should improve on. She also explained that although she did find new happiness on Earth, it would never make her glow the same as being with “her boys” back in heaven would. When Lucifer revealed himself to her, Olivia was ecstatic and, against her better judgment, kept the information from the Winchesters. She took looking for the Hands of God as an opportunity to renew her bond with Lucifer while keeping up the guise that it was still Castiel.

When Amara took Lucifer hostage, Olivia argued for him to be rescued along with the Winchesters and did so with a bit of authority which surprised even herself. When God refused she got angry with him giving him the silent treatment and responded with short answers, though when he was rescued along with the entire impala she sincerely thanked him. She insisted on being near by when God apologized to Lucifer in order to ensure that he genuinly apologized.

Olivia was always supportive and loyal to Lucifer sometimes to a fault. She held tightly to the hope that he would be able to get some semblance of his old self back. It blinded her to a degree and when she heard what he did to Jack was devastated to where she didn’t see him the same. She still loved him, though that fact made the full spectrum of what he had become all the more painful. When she learned he was dead she was left broken loosing the last being she loved dearly.

There have been times where Olivia will express exasperation when realizing her attachment to him to God by asking “why’d you have to make him so damn pretty??” This usually gets a chuckle from him making her huff in frustration.

*Nick*

Originally Olivia pitied him, and seeing his history and how he was used by Lucifer she resolved to help him navigate his way back to stability and some semblance of a normal life. After being riddled with guilt about how he became a murderer and believing she should have tried harder, she went back in time to put him on a better path. Due to her lingering feelings for Lucifer and the influence still surrounding him, Olivia wound up developing feelings for Nick. She did her best to quash them and kept her relationship strictly rehabilitative. After tracking down Abraxas and assisting him in smiting the demon for closure, Olivia puts Nick up in a room of her halfway house so that he can process and grieve what he didn’t have a chance for before in relative peace. She even went as far as to bring him to his wife Sarah’s ghost to help her move on.

She often finds herself becoming quiet and shy, and even smile to herself more often than she used to whenever he’s in the vicinity. The other residents notice, as he’s the first to elicit such a reaction from her, and sometimes tease her about it but she always manages to compose herself so as not to give too much away.

*Gabriel*

Gabriel was her best and closest friend, she loved him and spending time with him. She’d spend more time with him than even Lucifer and would join in on his hi-jinx, sometimes even instigating. Gabriel was one she missed most when she was relocated to earth and was brought to tears when she found him again alive and well.

He always had a knack for getting her to laugh and putting her in a good mood. Likewise, Olivia knew how to cheer him up. They would often try to “out trick” each other with illusions whenever they were bored. Most of the angels, including Michael, loathed when they would get together, even more so when Lucifer would join, as they would get so out of hand at times that it would disrupt things. God never really did anything as he found it entertaining.

Unbeknownst to her, Gabriel loved her deeply and tried to gain her attention by visiting her often and making a point to always have her smiling. Often times he had to share her attention with Lucifer, which would easily annoy him, making him try just a bit harder. It was only when he saw how she held onto him and learned how hard she tried to find him that he came to terms with the fact that, while she does love him, she’ll never love him like she does Lucifer. Regardless, he still strives to keep her happy and smile as much as possible. During the Heavenly War, Gabriel managed to keep her out of the majority of the fighting and in the most remote and hidden areas of Heaven. Like Gabriel, Olivia couldn’t stand seeing the fighting and he did his best to distract and comfort her.

His death left Olivia distraught causing her to crumple to her knees, scream and cry. She went completely blank and was totally vulnerable as the alternate Michael casually walked up to her. After the brief taunting by him, she was overtaken by grief and rage unleashing her full fury and become engulfed in a blinding light. For a short while she was able to effortlessly toss him around and go toe to toe with him impressing even Lucifer. It was only when she made it back to the bunker that she allowed herself to really fall apart holing herself up in the room Gabriel once stayed in and eventually relinquished control to her vessel. Because of his death she has learned her vessel is strong enough to handle her full glory, possibly even being her true vessel from the beginning.

Because of the cloaking spell Gabriel cast on himself, Olivia was unaware of his presence on Earth. It’s possible they crossed paths at some point in the long period of time they spent grounded but they didn’t realize it. It’s also possible she was the only one unaware because of the spell and, although he loved her deeply, was too scared to approach her after how long they had been separated. She laments the lost time between them.

*Castiel*

Castiel is the only angel she’s on good terms with besides Lucifer and Gabriel. She enjoys his company and appreciates him filling her in on the things that went on in heaven. She finds him quiet and ambitious, definitely not like other angels she’s met in passing or from her memories, and likes the fact he’s taken an interest in humans. While she sympathized with his efforts in the past she doesn’t approve of his methods. She finds his shy and naive personality endearing and will sometimes playfully tease him about it.

When she heard about his relationship with Meg, she was surprised but found it adorable and would have a big smile on her face whenever it was mentioned. She regrets the fact she died stating that she was curious how things would unfold and believed it would have led to something good.

*Balthazar*

Balthazar is one of the angels who don’t know much about her though she has heard and is familiar with him. Being the keeper of the heavenly weapons Olivia didn’t have much cause to visit but would extend friendly greetings whenever she passed by. The only thing he really knew about her was that she was the youngest archangel, even younger that Gabriel, and was often accompanied by him or Lucifer. He’s also aware that she has a great amount of strength and although she’s the youngest she shouldn’t be taken lightly.

When on earth and he gets to know her, he described her as “an unassuming powerhouse that can do more with one punch than one might think” and enjoys her unusual personality, as far as angels go, equating it to be more akin to human personalities. He finds her curious and usually turns his attention toward her whenever she’s near by. Olivia believes that, had he not been killed by Castiel, they may have become good friends.

*Jack Kline*

Olivia took a liking to Jack nearly instantly. She loved his curious and inquisitive tendencies and wholly innocent nature. As she had never met a Nephilim before, she was just as curious about him as he was about everything else. She was happy to take him under her wing when Castiel was indisposed and loved having the opportunity to be hands on as she was more of a guardian and figure head at her roost in recent days. She grew very close and started to treat him like her own son, which was a strange feeling but she was excited about it. When Jack was killed, she was beside herself and was angry when she found out how and by whom.

After the accident with Mary Winchester, Olivia happened to find him while he was trying to hide and offered silent company and an ear should he feel like talking. When he brought her to the cabin where it happened she tried to soothe him by discussing the pros and cons of telling Sam and Dean while also explaining how, even though he may not have a soul anymore, he has a moral compass and that knowing what he did was bad makes him still good.

*Sam and Dean*

Olivia loves both the boys and has mentally adopted them. She protects them like any other member of the family she has built and comes whenever they call even lending her expertise when they research a hunt. She often gets flustered and worried given their dangerous tendencies during hunts and has insisted on going with them a few times. She tries not to mother them too much but she always wants to make sure they’re ok, especially given everything they’ve been put through in the past years. She pays special attention to their preferences and tries to provide them their favorites when they’ve had a particularly rough day or when she just wants to see them smile. She’s made the bunker her secondary roost and finds herself frequently dropping by, sometimes staying for long periods, and even goes to them for help on occasion. She’s a bit more partial to Sam than Dean.

When sam was suffering with hallucinations of Lucifer, she would stop by every now and then to try and help by humming Lucifer’s favorite song in order to soothe his mind. It eventually stopped working making her feel helpless. She has become increasingly protective and worried as Chuck has become increasingly destructive fearing the worst. She’s become more and more proactive in the offensive and not just providing support.

*Tal’na*

The first human she befriended, Tal’na became her closest and dearest human friend. She would spend many hours of the day talking with Olivia during chores or exploring, whichever she was doing that day. She would explain to Olivia what everything was like, how it made her feel and the sensations each thing gave. When Olivia expressed sorrow at not being able to experience these things herself she asked how and if it was possible. Upon consideration of the prospect of being a vessel, she agreed to house her on the condition they share control though she wanted Olivia to experience as much of the world as she wanted so she delegated primary control to her while she observed from her subconscious. On rare occasions when Olivia becomes overwhelmed, she will hibernate in the subconscious instead and make her take primary control.

*Leviathans*

She doesn’t have much of a relationship with Leviathans and regards them more as annoying younger siblings. She’s relatively friendly, referring to it as “frienemy” status, but has no problem fighting and even killing them. Dick Roman really got on her nerves so she had no problem pissing him off. Likewise he had no qualms pissing her off and they would often get into insult matches.

*Rowena*

She’s not particularly close to Rowena but has a friendly bond. She was intrigued by her knowledge of magic and listened attentively whenever she would ramble on about things. She enjoyed conversations with her and would joke around sometimes even joining in on her teasing. Although they weren’t close she was still protective of her.

*Crowley*

As with Rowena, Olivia wasn’t particularly close and didn’t really feel one way or the other about him but had a relatively friendly attitude toward him whenever he was around. There have been points in which it seemed they had a far more friendly relationship than initially thought, even seeming flirty, though nothing concrete had ever been observed coming from such interactions.

As a “business man” he keeps things professional with her and she has reciprocated. Although she doesn’t make deals she keeps and upholds agreements they come to and he returns the favor on occasion.

He refers to her ability of positive emotion imparting as “the good touch” explaining it “tingles in all the right places” and seems to have been addicted to it at some point. It’s thought this is the reason he’s made the comment “really is a pity you’ve committed to remaining unattached” and more often calls her ‘love’ or ‘darling’ compared to others people.

*Lilith*

Olivia is indifferent towards Lilith though pitied her because of what Lucifer had done. However, she doesn’t hesitate to “put her in her place” and wouldn’t hesitate to smite her.

*Cain*

Cain and Olivia have a very friendly relationship despite who they both are. She found him shortly after his rampage with the knights of hell and offered her sincere condolences. She also has a habit of apologizing whenever she sees him, which at first annoyed him but now he brushes off with a smile and roll of his eyes often loudly stating over his shoulder “It’s FIIIIIIINE Olivia!” When Dean and Crowley went looking for the first blade, Olivia happened to stop by and made them nervous with the quips they would sling at each other to the point they were convinced he was getting angry.

Up until she revealed her secret to the Winchesters, he was the only one who knew her relationship with Lucifer and the fact she was an archangel. She gives him the space he requested and whenever she pops in for a visit she is heavily warded against any and all beings and even carries a hex bag to deter tracking and scrying spells.

She always leaves loaded up with honey products and says she’s never found better quality than his and affectionately calls him “Honeycane”.

*Arthur Ketch*

She didn’t particularly fancy him or his personality though remains civil. She rebuffs his occasion flirtations but sometimes humors him flirting back giving off the impression she’s playing hard to get. She finds his personality more tolerable once he distances himself from the British Men of Letters.

While she does eventually tolerate him more than her initial impression, Mick’s death has left a bad taste in her mouth and she despises him to a degree because of it. Even though she understands he was acting on orders, and has seen the British Men of Letters slowly become more brutal in their practices, she still has a hard time accepting it but had found his death disheartening.

*Mick Davis*

Olivia has stated that the British Men of Letters is the reason she doesn’t travel there much anymore but notes that she likes Mick as he’s not like the many Men of Letters she’s met. Due to this observation, she’s very friendly toward him and often finds herself talking with him late at night when he cannot sleep. She was warned by Ketch that Mick has a tendency to get attached and that if she has no intention of having anything more than a friendship, she should probably keep her “affections” in check noting that her rather forward and overly friendly nature could be misconstrued by him.

Before he was killed by Ketch due to his alignment shifting, Olivia had appeared in the base in response to a subconscious prayer made to her. After having a glimpse into the future and noting many ending resulting in his death, she refuses to leave declaring they would have to make her prompting Ketch to be given an order to use an angel banishment sigil. She took his death very hard and despised Ketch more than she had due to him lying about it.

*Heaven on Earth Halfway House and Foster Home Tenants*

Olivia started the house from the ground up and has great sentimental attachment to it. She loves each and every one of the people who come through, even the ones that don’t stay for long, and provides a number services in order to give them the best possible opportunities. From free housing to resources to find jobs and day care services for new moms and those that are working, Olivia pours her heart and soul into everything she does.

In order to keep her wards safe, she provides them with instruction on protection spells, rune crafting and enochian banishment. She also provides a safe practice area for hunters to hone their skills and encourages classes in order to teach them how to protect themselves from monsters, demons and even angels. Everyone has had a basic class for self defense at the very least and Olivia makes sure they all know they don’t have to persue hunting if they don’t want but wants them to be able to protect themselves and others if needed. She’s proud of the accomplishments of her kids and displays their awards proudly in her private room, and will come to their side whenever they need her even if it’s just for company. This extends to the people who move out and settle down elsewhere.

When the angels were ejected from heaven, Olivia offered housing to those that wanted to stay neutral. She modified warding at one area of her property to allow their occupation on the grounds they remain civil with the other occupants and improved the overall angel warding to the rest of the property.

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**Powers and Abilities**

Like her bigger ‘brothers’, Olivia has a vast arsenal of abilities and powerful skill set. While classified as the youngest and weakest archangel, she’s still on par with Raphael and a bit stronger than Gabriel. She has the unique ability to imbue strong positive emotions most commonly through touch. She also has a habit of “glowing” when feeling strong positive emotions and it changes color accordingly, eg. pink/rose for shy/bashful, yellow for happy, pale blue/white for determination. Her glow diminishes when she feels overwhelming negative emotions. Only angelic or demonic entities can see this but humans are able to as well should the emotion be strong enough. Some of her other skills include:

*Angelic Possession*

—Like all angels, Olivia requires a vessel to interact with the world around her. When not occupying a vessel, she’s able to diminish her true form’s appearance in order to look like a bright wisp. In this form she uses emotional projections to communicate. Unlike most angels, Olivia shares control. She’s in lead most of the time but relents when her vessel exerts a desire to switch.

*Super Strength/Stamina*

—Olivia is able to imbue her vessel with incredible strength and stamina, able to never tire and easily take down any opponent. She’s able to crack stone and even bend steel with a single punch or kick without breaking her stride.

*Teleportation*

—Thanks to her overly large sized wings, she’s able to teleport at will and she can bring up to three people if she wishes.

*Telekinesis*

—Olivia is able to easily toss people and objects with her mind, usually with a flick of her head or a hand gesture. When she’s feeling particularly angry or agitated she’ll snap her finger like Lucifer, Gabriel and God and when she’ll feeling mischievous she’ll blow some wind in the direction of the object/person

*Telepathy*

—Olivia is able to communicate silently with other angels, demons, and even humans. She’s also able to hear “Angel Radio” but isn’t particular to eavesdropping as there tends to be “a lot of yelling and politics”.

*Chronokinesis*

—Olivia is able to travel back in time thanks to her wings. She’s able to go a considerable distance but has her limits.

*Immortality/Invulnerability*

—Olivia has an indefinitely long lifespan, and is unaffected by diseases and toxins. She never tires and does not require food, sleep, water, or oxygen to survive. She’s also immune to any and all conventional weapons including the basic angel blade

*Spell Casting*

—She has great knowledge of spells; heavenly, demonic and human; and rune crafting having passed this knowledge down to her vessel’s ancestors and her tenants for protection and offense purposes. She’s even used this skill to keep her plot of land and those that reside within safe from harm, even from the effects of the apocalypse

*Healing*

—She’s able to heal any wound or illness with just a touch

*Clairsentience/Supernatural Perception*

—Olivia is able to tell the difference between humans and supernatural entities. She’s also able to see, or at least sense accurately, beings who are naturally invisible.

*Low-Tier Precognition*

—Olivia is able to see into the future though not as accurately as Michael or Lucifer, rather she sees all possible outcomes and not just the outcome that will come to pass

*Regeneration*

—Should her vessel become damaged, Olivia is able to repair the damage as if it never happened. She takes great care to not have to use this ability as she doesn’t want to hurt her friend in the first place

*Mental Manipulation/Sedation*

—Through just a touch she’s able to alter memories, even removing them completely, and can put people to sleep

*Nigh-Omniscience*

—While not as old as Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, or Gabriel, Olivia possesses incredible knowledge. Although she’s unaware of what happened with the Darkness, who she was, or what happened prior to her creation, she still has a relatively deep knowledge of things related to the universe and within it

*Lower Tier Nigh-Omnipotence*

—While technically the youngest archangel Olivia still possesses a vast amount of supernatural power. Classified as the weakest she’s still not anything to sneeze at, capable of giving a solid beating to her older siblings should they need it

*Apporting*

—Olivia is able to send people and monsters away and bring them back at will, usually with just a glance or nod of her head

*Astral Projection/Emotional Projection*

—Skill learned from Gabriel and Lucifer after spending so much time with them, she’s able to project her form even when Tal’na has control to disorient her opponent, or purely entertainment purposes. She’s managed to refine this skill to project her emotions when not in a vessel in order to communicate

*Supernatural Concealment*

—Though not as refined as God, she’s able to hide her whereabouts when she doesn’t want to be found. Stronger individuals, including Gabriel, are able to find her though she doesn’t make it easy even for them

*Biokinesis*

—Often used when taken off guard by something someone has or is in the middle of saying, Olivia is able to keep people and other beings from speaking. Should she become particularly irritated, she can temporarily erase a being’s features such as eyes, nose, mouth or ears

*Holy White Light*

—Olivia is able to generate an overwhelming white light to obliterate specific targets while leaving nearby beings unaffected. While on the weaker end of the scale it’s still devastating though her grace is left heavily depleted

*Reality Warping/Illusions*

—While she’s not particularly skilled in this area, she’s capable of altering reality similar to how Gabriel and Lucifer can. She doesn’t go into as great detail as they but can use it to escape dangers and protect herself and others. She mainly uses illusions for entertainment purposes and adding a little flair though she’s capable of using it for distractions

*Terrakinesis*

—Involuntary reaction to extreme negative emotions, Olivia can create tremors and, when enraged, can cause volcanic eruptions if one is in the vicinity wether it’s dormant or extinct

*Hand to Hand Combat/Swordsmanship*

—She’s extremely capable in hand to hand combat and highly proficient in swordsmanship, able to go toe to toe with masters. She often spars with the members of the hunter families to help them train and keep both hers and their skills sharp

*Smiting*

—She doesn’t like doing this but is able to smite demons, monsters and even other angels with a touch. She’s even able to pull a demon or angel out of their vessel to smite them in order to spare the person if they’re still alive

*Grace Imparting*

—Delicate procedure in which she is able to give a portion of her grace to another non angel/demon. It works best and with less risks if it’s a former vessel or someone best suited to becoming a vessel. She doesn’t do this often given the risks

*Rapid Grace Regeneration *

—Because she cannot properly contain her grace, she produces an over abundance of it allowing her to bounce back much quicker from depletion. This process leaves her exhausted, however, so she doesn’t often take advantage of it unless she needs to

**Weaknesses**

Being an archangel, not much is capable of killing her for good. An archangel blade, Michael’s lance and stronger beings such as her ‘brothers’, God, Amara and Death are the only know ways. Other, not so deadly weakness include:

*Lucifer’s Cage*

—capable of holding her should she ever be sent there

*Enochian Sigils*

—she can still be banished, bound and warded against using enochian sigils

*Holy Fire*

—while it can’t kill her, it can heavily damage her vessel if set ablaze. She also cannot cross a holy fire barrier but after a while can render it ineffective

*Low/Lack of Grace*

—low grace leaves her in a vulnerable state and unable to use most of her angelic powers. Should she become injured, she would need a long time to heal. Complete lack of grace would render her human and thus vulnerable to any and all weapons and disease.

*Supernatural Handcuffs*

—when low on grace she can be bound by the cuffs. Even when she’s not powered down the cuffs diminish her abilities to the level equivalent of having low grace

*First Blade*

—while not able to kill her it can seriously inhibit her abilities and requires a long recovery period from injuries sustained by it

**Personality**

Contrary to most angels, Olivia has a bubbly personality and usually wears a big smile. She can sometimes get very shy, usually when great amounts of attention are put on her, and is easily flustered when surprised. She cares a great deal about those close to her doing everything she can to make them happy and protect them. Despite her usually happy demeanor, she’s capable of hyper focusing and becoming very serious to the point she can scare Lucifer, Michael and sometimes God. She’s extremely loyal and it takes a significant event for her to break it which often results in her becoming despondent.

Self proclaimed “tiny but mighty” Olivia uses her unusual personality-to-entity to her advantage and finds it amusing when she surprises others. Because she has a habit of suppressing her grace she can cause others to underestimate her easily. Lucifer and Gabriel remark that you really don’t want to get her angry while Michael and Raphael, who don’t ever really seem fazed by it, acknowledge she’s not whose anger is to be taken lightly. Sometimes she jokes she takes after God when it comes to her temper though she doesn’t have the juice to “throw a reality-erasing tantrum” and really doesn’t like getting that angry.

Here, have true form Olivia :3

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