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Part Three: Don’t Forget the Consequences. (Hammer of the Gods S05E19)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader are held hostage in a remote hotel by a group of gods as bargaining chips to stop the apocalypse. But Gabriel appears, disguised as Loki, and warns the Winchesters that Lucifer is coming for the reader. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,438.

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Gabriel had one job; pull a trick on the goddess who would chew him up and spit him back out if she ever figured out what he was doing. It shouldn’t be too hard for someone like him. You and the boys had the trouble of sneaking past at least over a half dozen pagan gods and releasing their meals from their freezer. The three of you managed to get back into the kitchen without anyone noticing and got right back to where you had been before someone had rudely disrupted you. Sam quickly tried to pick the lock as the people trapped inside cried out for your help to get out of this situation before they became the next course, unlike the last guest who hadn’t been so lucky. You wondered for a second about why, out of anything a pagan gods could eat, they decided to get their nutrition out from eating humans. The thought only lasted a few moments in your head before you had encountered the same disaster as you had before. You looked over your shoulder just in time to see Dean being grabbed from behind and roughly thrown across the room and landing into a few metal shelves to break his fall.

Unlike last time, you had come prepared to defend yourself against the attacker, and you only had one to fight. But you found a bit hard to stab Zao Shen when he grabbed you by the arm that was holding the stake and tossed you like you weighed nothing. You felt yourself being thrown against the wall across the room before landing on the floor. Sam was thrown against the freezer wall as he felt a hand around his neck, squeezing the flesh until he choked. While the younger Winchester tried to fight off his attacker, he struggled as Zao Shen showed how much stronger he was compared to a measly hunter. Being lost in his own wrath, the pagan god never noticed what was about to creep up from behind him. You pushed yourself to your feet and snatched the wooden stake from the ground, and without a moment of hesitance, you shoved the piece of wood directly into his backside, pushing on it with all your weight so it did the trick.

“I do not have the patience for this crap tonight.” You grumbled underneath your breath as you stepped away from the dead body and Sam tried to catch his breath. You looked around to see if any more of Zao Chen’s friends wanted to mess with you, or if your friendly archangel had kept up his end of the deal. But the kitchen remained empty. “And where the hell is Gabriel?”

The sound of the double doors that lead into the kitchen and someone roughly grabbing you by the arm told you that the archangel had failed his duty. You and the boys were escorted back to the ballroom after being caught in the act of not only killing one of their own, but trying to release their dinner back out into the wild. You were thrown back down into a chair and given a stare to stay where you were, knowing well enough they had you cornered where they wanted you. Your face dropped down into a cold, dark glare as you crossed your arms over your chest and locked eyes with Gabriel across the room. He had found himself in the same state as you had been, his little trick had gone wrong, Kali stood over him with the least amused look on her face. It seemed the woman had figured out her past lover's true identity long before any of you had figured it out. While she had ignored her hatred for his kind, it was Gabriel's betrayal that had lead her to give him the dire consequences.

“How’s the rescue going?” You asked the archangel, he answered you with a grim smile before returning his gaze back over to Kali.

“Well, surprise, surprise. The trickster has tricked us.” Kali spoke to the crowd of her own to give a bit of information that might be a bit eye opening to make them realize one of them wasn’t like the others. Gabriel tried to plead for the woman to stop, the woman stared down upon him with anger. She was betrayed by him for lying about who he was, and trying free the only people that could stop this world from ending. She leaned down and placed a hand on the back of his chair before sitting herself down on the armrest, wanting to get close to him one last time. “You’re mine now. And you have something I want.” Kali’s hand now rested on his chest as she slowly glided it down, all before sneaking it inside his jacket and pulling out a very familiar object that you had seen before. The only weapon that you had known what would kill an angel for good. “An archangel’s blade. From the archangel...Gabriel.”

You bit the inside your cheek as the room remained silent, everyone processing the information very slowly, but you could see as your eyes roamed across the room, they all weren't taking the news well. Kali pushed herself to her feet and gripped the blade with a tight grip. She stared down at the man, wondering what he had to say for himself. "Okay! Okay! So I got wings. Like Kotex." Gabriel wasn't dropping his usual act of humor as he admitted the truth that was now out in the open. "But that doesn't make me any less right about Lucifer."

“He’s lying.” Kali accused him. “He’s a spy.”

“I’m not a spy. I’m a runaway. I’m trying to save you.” Gabriel tried to explain himself to Kali, but she responded with an eye roll as she looked away from him with disgust as she kept thinking he was still lying. “I know my brother, Kali. He should scare the living crap out of you. You can’t beat him. I’ve skipped ahead—seen how this story ends.”

“Your story—not ours.” She corrected the man. “Westerners—I swear, the sheer arrogance. You think you’re the only ones on earth? You pillage and you butcher in your God’s name. But you’re not the only religion. And he’s not the only god. And now you think you can just rip the planet apart? You’re wrong. There are billions of us. And we were here first. If anyone gets to end this world…” Kali’s speech was moving and full of a type of vulnerability that had shown how much she was being affected by this apocalypse, too. And she wasn't going to lie down and take it. Stepping forward, she gave the angel a sympathetic stare for a moment as she placed her hand upon his cheek in a moment of affection. But her voice grew harder when she spoke her final words to him, showing what her true plans were. “It’s me.”

Kali’s true intentions for the Gabriel were about to become clear. She was now leaning over the angel. Her emotions were now out in the open, but she wasn’t going to give anyone a chance to dissect them. The woman’s moment of vulnerability shouldn’t have been a sign of weakness. She might have been all hands, but in the artwork that depicted her, most of them carried the severed heads of men. And Gabriel was about to be one of her next victims. However, due to their past relationship, she stared down upon him with an expression that was a mixture of all sorts of different emotions. Anger, betrayal...sadness for what she had to do. She whispered her final apology to the angel, all before she shoved the blade she’d been holding straight into his chest, catching everyone off guard for her consequences she delivered to the angel.

You had tried on several different occasions to try and kill Gabriel, aka.—the trickster. It had ended in failure every single time because you had thought he was either pulling another stunt like the first time, or he was some other creature you didn't know about, until recently. You had figured out who he really was when he trapped you and the boys in TV land, shifting you from one set to another, trying to make the three of you realize there was no way out of this gig. A few months later, he had come out of the blue, doing a complete opposite of what you would have expected out of him. All though his intentions were still to keep this show on the road, you knew it was all over when you looked at the his lifeless body sitting in the chair. Part of you was a bit saddened at how he went out. His was your only chance of getting out of this situation, and look and how it ended up. Another one bites the dust. And you had sudden realization from what you had just seen unfold.

Lucifer wasn't lying about there being a way to stop him. You always thought there was a way to take him down, and that was by throwing him back in the cage...something that didn't involve death. That was the last step you wanted this to come to. You knew it had consequences that went both ways. Back when you and the boys got your hands on the colt and used it on the Devil, it had worked, only not in the way any of you had expected. Lucifer had fell to the ground with a bullet in his head, only a matter of seconds later, you had found the same consequences brought on to you. If Lucifer had gotten a blade to the chest for good, who was to say you would be free from whatever sort of bond he had on you? You nervously swallowed at the small idea that you hadn’t thought much about, until now.

“This is crazy.” Mercury muttered underneath his breath at what had unfolded right in front of his very eyes.

“They can die.” Kali informed the crowd. “We can take down Lucifer.”

“All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up.” Dean had enough of this crowd pushing and shoving him around however they pleased, and he sure wasn’t going to sit around and let them bring on a monster like the Devil when all of them clearly had no idea what they were taking on. He pushed himself out of his chair and stood up to the crowd. You and Sam quickly looked over at one another from what was happening, both of you were overcome with worry from what the older Winchester was about to do. He might be, but this was the old man, his leadership of taking control of a situation before it could get any worse. And he was out of options, too. “Now, on any other given day, I’d be doing my damnedest to, uh, kill you, you filthy, murdering chimps.”

Dean chuckled at how the insult seemed to have rolled out of his mouth, but nobody seemed to have been amused. He began walking away from the table and to the small bar area as he continued on talking, casually passing by the dead archangel to fix himself a drink. “But, uh, hey, desperate times. So even though I’d love nothing better than to slit your throats, you...dicks…” You rubbed your hands with your face at how Dean was approaching this situation as he turned himself around so his back was now facing the crowd of people. His confidence faltered for just a second as he grabbed the glass bottle that was filled with whiskey and poured himself a glass for a bit of liquid confidence before continuing. “I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna help you ice the Devil. And then we can all get back to ganking each other, like normal. You want Lucifer? Well, dude’s not in the yellow pages. But me, Sam and Y/N, we can get him here.”

Kali narrowed her eyes on the man, “How?”

“First, you let those main courses go. Then we talk. We can either take on the Devil together or you lame-ass bitches can eat me.” Dean said, giving them a deal with some wording that they wouldn’t mind to keep. You let out a frustrated sigh as Sam rolled his eyes from how his brother was acting. Dean slowly lifted his drink to his lips and quietly muttered, “Literally.”

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They held up to their side of the bargain. After a few rough attempts at trying to get the hostages out of the freezer, Sam finally got the lock undone and you help guide the frantic people to safety. You ordered them to run for their lives and get the hell out of here. You watched from the front door as the crowd began to thin out, everyone jumping into their cars while others disappeared from your sight. You walked into the parking lot and stopped at the Impala, you placed your hands on your hips and stared at the sight for a moment or so longer, that was, until your attention was pulled away when a voice came out of nowhere.

“Psst! Y/N!” You furrowed your brow and looked over at the Impala when you realized the voice was coming from over there. The backseat window was opened up slightly, but you knew that it was pouring out when you had gotten here, you wouldn’t make the stupid mistake of leaving it down. You knew who the real culprit was when he peeked his out from the crack. “Don’t look at me! Act natural. Get in.”

"What in the actual hell?" You whispered to yourself. You narrowed your eyes and took a step forward, wondering who it was, only your face dropped at who you noticed from the neon florescent lights coming from the sign. It was Gabriel. You threw your hands up in the air from how this night was coming out and rolled your eyes in frustration, but you listened to his command. You walked over to the Impala and slid yourself into the front seat, wondering if this archangel had answers to your questions. “There is nothing natural about this freaking situation. I thought you were dead.”

“You think I’d give Kali my real sword?” Gabriel asked. His lips stretched into a smug smirk at his little trick that he managed to pull over on all of you. “That thing can kill me.”

"Oh my God. I hate you." You grumbled at him. "Then what do they have in there?"

“A fake. Made it out of a can of diet orange slice.” Gabriel said. You furrowed your brow in slight confusion, wondering how he had managed to do that. But the archangel wasn’t here to discuss his little nifty crafts from what he mentioned. “So, uh, go snag our blood, would ya?”

“What?” You asked. “How?”

“Kali might want to kill you, but she likes you. You have the same personality. Strong women gotta stick together. You can get close and pull a fast one on her." Gabriel said, acting as if it were going to be that easy. "Lift the plasma, then we vamoose."

“No.”

“What did you just say?”

“You didn't help me. I won't help you.”

You had asked help from Gabriel. And he told you no. Back when you had ran off to do your own thing, made a few deals with both sides, you decided it wouldn't hurt to see if an old enemy shared the same feelings as he did when you gotten a bit of information. Gabriel might have spent most of his energy trying to make sure the three of you played your roles like he wanted, you had switched everything around. Sam wasn’t playing Lucifer anymore and Dean was kicked out of his role that he wanted to badly to say yes to. You had gotten one key piece of information that you thought would be leverage and a promise that you thought he would want.

If there was no apocalypse, if he just gave you a bit of information, he didn't have to choose a side...he didn't have to let the party to end. You made your final deal, and that was with him. You asked Gabriel the way to stop Lucifer once and for all. In return for his help, he could continue on playing his role of the trickster, going after bastards who very well deserved it. The Winchesters would never harm him again. You honestly thought he would take the bait, but he didn’t. Gabriel laughed at you for what you were trying to do.

First off, he pointed out about how many times you had tried to kill him. And why would he give out such a piece of information that might not even exist? You weren't dumb, you knew everyone had a weakness, including his brother. And Lucifer had said he would never lie to die. He didn’t for everything else, and why break that bond? But your bad blood between one another wasn't just the reason why he refused to help you. It was because what you had done, sacrificing yourself for the greater good, was what Katerina did. Everything always came back around to her. She tried to find a way to help Michael and Lucifer by going to their brother.

Katerina had went to Gabriel in attempt at trying to find a way to stop the hatred that was growing between the brothers. She was the woman that both of his brothers loved, but in the end, she drove herself to a point of no return. He was to late to help her.

Gabriel loved Katerina like she was family, she was sweet and a lot like you. While the angel had admitted that he wanted to help, he couldn't. He knew it would be wrong to step into something he couldn't fight for. He knew in time you would give yourself to Lucifer like Katerina gave herself to Lucifer as an attempt to satisfy his need for companionship that their father didn't give him, but it wasn't enough. Gabriel knew you had given yourself to Lucifer, just like Katerina did. While it might have been for different purposes, he knew it would end up the same way. All of you would follow down the same path to the bloody fight that would only give one winner. And he refused to help sway the board for your own personal feelings.

"You gotta let it go, princess. I wasn't gonna help you from the start." Gabriel said, letting out a chuckle while he shook his head at your attitude that was still being kept on the past. "And you found out there is a way to kill my brother. I'm not useful to you anymore."

“Fine. Hand over the real blade.” You reached out your arm so it was now resting on the seat, you waved your hand at him. Gabriel stared at you with surprise, slowly realizing you were going to keep to this plan. “Better yet, why don’t you grow a pair and help us take down Lucifer?”

“You can’t be serious.” Gabriel muttered. You shrugged your shoulders, knowing you didn’t have many options left. “Since when are you butt-buddied with a bunch of monsters? And you do realize, if you do stick it to my brother, you’re gonna draw the short end of the stick. You’re gonna die, too. There’s no coming back from this dirt nap. You didn’t forget that, did you?”

“No, I didn’t. So, what? I’m not a stranger to death. And Kali was right back there. There are billions of people in this world. And it’s sure as hell better than turning into a demon. Unless…” You looked over at the archangel. “You got some big trick up your sleeve that can stop it and I won't drop dead when we kill Lucifer."

“Good luck with your genius plan, Y/N. And...everything else. Me, I’m blowing Jonestown.” He said. You narrowed your eyes from how he was skipping things before it could get worse. The angel didn’t like confrontation. “Those lemmings want to run off a cliff, that’s their business.”

“I see right through you. You know that? This smart-ass shell, the whole ‘I could give a crap’ thing. Believe me, I’ve seen it up close. And it takes one to know one.” You said. Gabriel gave you a smug little smirk, wondering what story was behind there, but you would let that be told for another day. “And maybe those freaks in there aren’t you’re blood, but they are your family.”

“They just stabbed me in the friggin’ heart!”

“Boo hoo, princess! Suck it up! Dean tortured me and Sam pumped me full of freaking demon blood. But, deep down, you still give a crap about them, don’t you?” You asked him. Gabriel fell silent for a moment at your question, and while he attempted to speak his side, you cut him off. Now, you maybe right. I might end up giving myself to Lucifer without a struggle one day. Hell, sometimes, I want to. Do you know how much I want to just give in? But I don’t. Those boys are the reason why I keep fighting. And they’re the reason why I’m gonna suck it up and face the consequences. Because it’s the right thing to do. Now, if you don’t help us, everyone is gonna die in there. And do you want that?”

Gabriel looked down at the ground for a moment, “I can’t kill my brother.”

“‘Can’t’ or ‘won’t’?” You wondered, waiting to hear his answer for a few seconds. But when he remained silent, you scoffed and reached to open up the front door. Before you did, you stopped yourself and said one more. “You know why I came to you for help? it was because you were my last hope. I knew we fought like cats and dogs, but you weren't like your brothers, you were better...fun. I thought you gave a damn about this world. Turns out, I was wrong. You’re as spineless and brainwashed like your brothers. You let me down like you let Katerina down. If you really loved her like family, you won’t let this world burn to a crisp.”

You slipped yourself out from the Impala and slammed the door shut, not giving Gabriel a chance to explain himself. You didn't want to hear any sort of excuse from anymore, not anymore. Heading back into the hotel, you followed down the same path as you came before heading back inside the ballroom, while you were a little bit defeated, you weren't going to end this night on a complete failure. Enemies can turn into friends. All of you were here to stop Lucifer, and that's what you were about to do.

“Show’s over, everybody.” You announced it to the brothers, Kali and Balder. “Sword’s a fake. And Gabriel—he’s still kicking. I hate to break it to you, sister, but you’ve been tricked. But don’t feel too bad. The bastard’s done it to be God knows how many times.”

"Great." Dean hissed underneath his breath. "Now what do we do?"

Unless Gabriel changed his mind and he was about to walk through those double doors with a change of heart, all of you were screwed. You began wondering how much more time you had on your hands before Lucifer came knocking, as not so politely asking what he thought was his. You crossed your arms over your chest and began slowly walking around the room, wondering what kind of plan would suddenly pop into your head, and solve this problem. As you walked until your back was turned to everyone, you could feel a headache beginning to form. You brushed it off as the stress of the events that never went your way. Slowly, it was beginning to become progressively worse. You stopped for a moment and shut your eyes while you cradled your head, hoping it would go away. but it only got worse. You could feel the pounding begin like a drum, hitting the base of your skull over and over again. And it was only the beginning.

You could feel yourself becoming overwhelmed with a sense of dizziness, catching you off guard as you nearly stumbled into the table. You managed to catch yourself before you could go flying down like an idiot, but your little fainting spell didn’t go unnoticed. You heard Dean call out your name as he helped you get back to your feet. He asked if you were all right, but he seemed to have vanished from your thoughts, as did everything else around you. Your breathing became heavier as your shaking hand slowly reached to underneath your nose, feeling the same trickle substance ooze out. You looked down at your fingers to see they were covered in blood. And the flickering lights that started to act out wasn’t a good sign either when you looked up.

“It’s him.” You whispered in the quietest tone. “He’s here.”

“How?” Kali asked, wondering how you would know such a thing.

“Lucifer never liked to cut the umbilical cord. Does it really matter?” Dean questioned the woman with a frustrated tone. He knew from your little pronoun game that Lucifer was in the building, prowling around the place, and sniffing you out. “Shazam us out of here, would you?”

“We can’t.” Balder told the oldest Winchester.

You could hear footsteps across the wooden floors, the measly little pagan god approached the open double doors to greet his unwanted guest. There he stood in all of his decaying glory, the Devil himself. “Of course you can’t. You didn’t say ‘Mother, may I’?” Lucifer said. His lips stretched into a smirk at the sight of the little crowd that was waiting for him. His attention turned to seeing you, with your back turned, and cradled into the arms of Dean. “Oh honey, I’m home!”

Ever so slowly, you looked over your shoulder to greet the Devil himself. The boys turned to look over at you. Blinking once, they gotten the gruesome sight of you staring at Lucifer with a pair of inky black eyes that were up to no good, and a cold, dark stare to greet the angel. But your expression changed by how your lips stretched into a smirk, like you were happy to see him once again. “Thought you’d never come.”

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Part Two: Be Our Guest. (Hammer of the Gods S05E19)

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“An elephant?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, an elephant?”

“Like, full-on Babar.”

You thought you were the only one seeing things in the hotel, but it turns out after Dean tracked you down, the boys were losing their own heads from the tricks of the hotel. Sam had followed behind Chad like he was told to do, but he didn't get very far.One turn down the hallway and he disappeared, there was no doors or exits for the man to sneak out of if he noticed a shadow following behind. It was like he'd vanished into thin air. And then there was the matters of what Dean said. He was walking down the hallway, scanning the place like you had, and innocently passed by an open door, not giving it much thought. But there was the matter of a life sized elephant creeping out from the corner of his eye...and the familiar noise the animal would make. Dean swore up and down that what he saw was real, and not some hotel guest who had made the stupid mistake of leaving his door open when he gotten out of the shower when he took a second peek into the room. Just to be safe.

You didn't know if you should start laughing or crying at how your night was turning out. All you wanted to do tonight was slip into bed and have a peaceful night's sleep for once. It felt like weeks since you closed your eyes and had a dream that Lucifer had intervened, not to mention when you were still awake, every single moment of your life has felt like an anxiety attack that wouldn't end. You were constantly on edge, your nerves were frayed, your mental capacity and senses were sharper than normal, but it was like that like that because you felt like someone was watching your every move. And not to mention that little voice in your head. She'd been there for what felt like your entire life, suggesting you to do the wrong thing, doing things that would make you happy, but you had been forcing her to stay quiet. You knew what it was. It was your inner demon talking. She wasn't going to win. Not today, not ever.

Sam wondered what the hell was going on here as the three of you walked into the lobby again, wondering if you were going to spot Chad again, or anyone else, for that matter. You noticed that the place was clear of any souls. You furrowed your brow and looked around, wondering if you were able to spot another person, besides the three of you. But there was nobody. Just you and the boys, and the fireplace that was quietly crackling away with nobody else to enjoy it. Sam was suspicious that there was foul play to blame. You looked away from the front desk and to him when he walked over to the double doors that was the only entrance around here. He tried to open one of the doors with a simple tug, but it wouldn’t budge. You scoffed and rolled your eyes from what you should have seen coming.

“Let me guess—it’s locked.” Dean said, deciding to take an educated guess from what he saw himself. “So, what? The roaches check in, they don’t check out?”

“Told you something was creepy about this place. Think about how we got here.” You muttered as you looked over at the boys. “That detour on I-90? The friggin’ hurricane?”

Dean looked at you with a confused expression, "You saying we were lead here?"

"I think Y/N's onto something." Sam muttered underneath his breath. A look of uneasiness washed over his face when he started to think more about this situation. He knew the missing couple and an elephant was going to be the least of your problems. "Like rats in a maze."

You and the boys decided to stick together in attempt at playing it safe when all the guests seemed to have vanished, staff included. You followed behind as the three of you headed into the kitchen when the once busy dining area was reduced to nothing but perfectly set up table, as if nobody had been there just an hour ago. Stepping deeper into the room, you noticed right away someone had been here from the sounds of something boiling on the stove. You sniffed the air to take a whiff of what they were cooking, but your nose immediately scrunched as you tried your hardest not to vomit. The smell was one that caught you off guard, it was like burning flesh. And you’ve had burned enough bodies to get quite familiar with the smell. You wondered if this hotel’s secret to good food was soylent green.

But the supplies that you saw they had lying around on shelves looked innocent enough from fresh produce and jarred supplies of spices and canned good. As you walked deeper into the kitchen, you came across the boiling water, but it was far from clear when you peered down at the large pot. It was a crimson red that you could identify with in more than just food. Out of a terrifying curiosity, you grabbed the metal spoon and twirled around the contents, hoping you were going to pick up chunks of tomatoes.

“Please be tomato soup. Please be tomato soup.” You muttered underneath your breath as you bit the inside flesh of your cheek, praying for the best. The boys peered over when they took notice of what you were trying to do. When you felt something weigh down the spoon, you slowly lifted it up to examine it, all before letting it fall back into the pot when you forced yourself not to let out a terrified noise. You quickly stepped away as you crossed your arms over your chest, not liking the pair of human eyes that stared at you. “Told you. This has got ‘Psycho’ written all over yeah.”

"Yeah. And I'm guessing Hannibal the Cannibal isn’t his guest of honor tonight.” Dean said. He looked around the kitchen again, wondering if he might be able to find anything, a bloody knife or a severed finger, to tell him what was going on here. He noticed a walk in freezer right across the room. It looked big enough to hide lots of things...like a lot of bodies, if he wanted to be frank here. Dean nodded his head to the freezer and pointed a finger, directing you and his brother’s attention. “Hey. Wanna see if they got leftovers?”

Sam was the brave soul who decided to venture to the freezer, not all that curious to see what they were hiding in there, but all of you had a feeling it wasn't going to be slabs of beef and pork you’d seen at dinner. You hovered behind the younger Winchester as he put a hand against the door and slowly lowered himself to the small black window that gave a peek inside the room. As he peered in closer, something caught the two of you off by surprise, you let out a gasp when you saw a hand slapped itself against the window. A second later, the man you had talked to at dinner quickly pleaded for help as at least a half dozen others crowded around, begging for you to release them. Sam tried his hardest to get the door to open, but it wouldn't budge with a heavy lock. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try picking at the lock.

“Hurry up!” Dean ordered at his brother as you stepped forward, trying your attempt at seeing how snug the lock was on there as Sam tried his hardest to get out the tools he would need.

“I’m going as fast as I—” Sam argued at the man, struggling to get his fingers to work fast, but his words died at the tip of his tongue for a moment when he noticed when he noticed all of you had some company. You looked over your shoulder for a moment, wondering why Sam was suddenly staring off like a deer in headlights. Your face dropped into panic at what you saw. “As I can.”

Dean noticed that you and his brother were frozen in your spot, he had a sneaky suspicion of why. "There's somebody behind me, isn't there?"

You slowly nodded your head to answer the man, but your eyes wouldn't leave the two men standing behind him. Your lips stretched into a smile as you slowly waved at the men, hoping a little friendly behavior could go a long way. But you realized politeness didn't go very far when you felt one of them drag you along after they got a good grip on the boys. You knew there was no chance you were going to get free as they dragged you out from the kitchen and down the hall. All before you were being thrown into a pair of double doors that looked like another dining area. But when you glanced around the room after you noticed there was at least a dozen people occupying the place, but you had a feeling you didn't crash a party. You were wanted here. You straightened yourself out and threw the two men a dirty glare from their behavior before looking over at the other guests, taking notice all of them were wearing name tags.

“Hello, my name is…” Oh, no. These weren't normal names you would have suspected. You narrowed your eyes on names that you spotted like Ganesh, or better known as the Hindu God of Success. He'd appeared as the elephant in most art pieces honored in his name. Which explained what Dean had seen. You looked over your shoulder to see the one that had grabbed you and spotted his name tag, Zao Shen. The kitchen God who's folklore followed to bestow riches or poverty on families. And the woman standing across the room with a cold expression on her face when she made eye contact with you was Kali; the goddess of death and doomsday. There was so many familiar names, you could feel your head starting to spin even more. And you had a feeling they weren't going to let you walk out freely.

“Something tells me this isn’t a Shriner convention.” Dean muttered, deciding to take a wild guess here from what was going on.

You let out a breath as you looked over at the other people in the group, trying to figure out who else you were dealing with. A room full of pagan Gods. A freezer full of people. And the first course was about to be served when you heard the squeaky wheels of a cart being pushed by Chad, well, when you looked down at his name tag, it was Mercury. Known best for being the messenger boy for Gods. Which explained why he was so fast. You could feel your stomach tighten in discomfort when he appeared in the room with a covered try. He gave the crowd a grin as he slowly lifted up the silver cover, showing off the first course. A severed head and all its cooked organs. A round of applause broke out through the crowd as they congratulated the chef for his hard work. But you were finding it hard to see in front of you when you felt a spotlight suddenly being pointed at you and the boys, catching you off guard. You squinted and placed a hand in front of your face, trying to block out the light.

“Ladies and gentlemen...our guests of honor have arrived.”

You gained your sight back as your arm dropped to the ground when you heard what sounded like a British voice speak. You looked straight ahead to see a man standing with Kali had a smile on his face, and just seconds later, you could feel all eyes on you. The man who had given you a lovely introduction was Balder; the god known best for innocence and reconciliation. Whatever was going on here, you knew that it wasn’t good. It never was with a pagan god. And an entire room full of them spelled trouble.

+ + +

You crossed your arms over your chest as you sat in one of the chairs that was so graciously offered to you. And by offering, you were tossed down into one, and given a clear instruction to stay put with a glare one of them gave you before walking over to the U shaped table to get this meeting started. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you tilted your head up, wondering what this was about. Balder and Kali sat at the head of the table as the other gods sat on opposite sides, seeming to hold their peace with quiet mutters of different conversations. Balder got everyone's attention when he stood up from his chair and lightly tapped his fork against his champagne glass, drawing the room to a complete silence before greeting everyone with a warm smile.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. Well, in all of my centuries I have never thought I’d see this—this many gods under one roof.” Balder said. Sam slowly looked over at you and his brother with a bit of a panicked expression from what he heard. You raised a brow, wondering what he was expecting to hear, the name tags alone with human meat for a meal was clear giveaway that something bad was going on here. “Now, before we get down to the brass tracks, some ground rules—no slaughtering each other. Curb your wrath. Oh, and, uh, keep your hands off the local virgins. We’re trying to keep a low profile here.”

“Oh, we are so screwed.” You muttered as you sank deeper into your chair.

“Now, we all know why we’re here. The Judeo-Christian apocalypse looms over us. I know we’ve all had our little disagreements in the past, but the time has come to put those aside and look toward the future. ‘Cause if we don’t, we won’t

one.” Balder said, giving some bitter truth to the situation that you had been trying. You could feel all eyes shift forward to you and the boys when Balder pointed his finger at you. This was why the three of you were here in the first place. “Now, we do have three very valuable bargaining chips—Michael and Lucifer’s vessel. Along with Lucifer's very own, and only, creation. The question is...what do we do know?”

“Better let us go now if you don’t wanna die a bloody death.” You thought out loud to yourself as you pretended to scratch your neck, turning your gaze away from crowd so nobody could hear what you had just said.

“Anybody have any bright ideas, speak up.” Balder continued on, not seeming to have noticed your remark as he tried to give a sense of community and peacefulness here among his own kind. “This is a safe room.”

Zao Shen had a few ideas of his own when you watched him get up from his seat, all though you couldn't understand him, you could tell that he was passionately angry. You flinched as you looked over at Dean from what you heard him whisper. "Oh, I don't like his tone."

“Kill them? Why?” Ganesh asked, translating to what the other god had said. He rolled his eyes and looked at the three of you like you were nothing more than the scum on the bottom of his shoe. And being in the presence of something so low disgusted him. “So the angels here can bring them back again?”

“I don’t know what everybody’s getting so worked up about. This is just a couple of angels having a slip fight. It’s no Armageddon. Everybody knows when the world comes to an end, the great serpent Jormungander rises up, and I, myself, will be eaten by a big wolf.” Odin told of his own folklore that would tell the end of times. He couldn’t help himself but seem nonchalant about the entire situation as he leaned back in his seat when he let out a chuckle. Zao Shen, however, muttered something underneath his breath as he rolled his eyes. Odin was quick to notice of his fellow god’s very rude behavior. “Oh, yeah? And why is that? Because your beliefs are so much more realistic? The whole world’s getting carried around on the back of a giant turtle. Give me a break.”

Odin and Zao Shen were quick to get into a fight that you couldn't understand. You knew things were going downhill when Odin grabbed a steak knife from the table and quickly pushed himself to his feet, pointing the blade directly at the other man. You looked over at the boys and subtly nodded your head to the doors when you noticed that everyone else was absorbed into the fight, wondering what was going to happen next. You and the boys managed to get yourselves out of your chairs and faced the doorway, but you only made it that far, because when you thought about taking a step, you went one step backwards when the chandelier went crashing down just a foot away from where you attempted to be. You rolled your eyes in frustration.

“Stay.” Kali said. But from her tone of her voice, you knew it was more of a command than a polite suggestion. You, however, wanted to push her buttons just a bit harder to see what kind of reaction you might be able to get at her when you turned around to face her. Sam didn’t think that was such a good idea to take a woman on like the goddess Kali when he roughly nudged you with his elbow. Rolling your eyes, you looked over at the woman, wondering what she was going to say next. Kali slowly dragged her gaze away from you and to the guests, wanting to make one thing very clear. “We have to fight. These archangels—the only thing they understand is violence. This ends in blood. There's no other way. It's them or us.”

"Well, all of us better become fast friends if you want to live past tonight. Because you have no idea what you're getting you're itself into. You are signing your death warrants if you keep us here." You warned them. You ignored the brothers attempt at keeping quiet as you looked at the small room full of gods that wouldn't stand a chance against someone like Lucifer. Odin, however, quietly scoffed as he muttered a remark that sounded like an insult. What did a little half demon know? "I might not be powerful and wise as you, Santa, but I'm hell of a lot smarter than any of you pagans. Thank you very much. And if you wanna poke the beast, by all means. Go ahead. But don't come crying to me when there's nothing left of you but the blood on the walls after he slaughters each and every one of you.”

The room fell into an eerie silence from what you had said, while most were starting to think over the magnificent plan that sounded good on paper. And you had to be honest, it was smart catching the three of you off guard like this. But they were taking on a much bigger threat than a couple of hunters. This was the Devil, and you knew how persistent he could be to get what he wanted. You looked over at Kali, wondering if she wanted to try and continue with this master plan of hers. You could see a glint in her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. She sure kept up to her name. She was a goddess who radiated fire that demanded those to feel her wrath if they do tested her. And it seemed one of them was about to foolishly put his hand to the flame.

“With all due respect..ma’am…” Mercury was the poor, unfortunate soul who slowly raised his hand like a child asking permission to speak. Kali narrowed her eyes at him, but she let him continue, wondering what sort of foolish plan he was going to try and suggest. “Perhaps she's right. We haven't even tried talking to them.”

Kali didn't think being passive to the enemy worked for her. You watched as Mercury began to slowly reach his hand to the collar of his uniform, struggling to breathe as the woman slowly began to choke him without even having to lift a finger. He tried his hardest to unbutton the collar of his shirt as he leaned over from the blood that started to pool in his mouth from what she was doing to him. You didn't like what was going on here, or any of these gods for that matter, but if you wanted to beat the enemy, they needed to start trusting one another. And not strangling one another until they looked like they were barely going to last another second from what she was doing to him. You warned her to stop what she was doing, but the woman merely looked at you with a bit of a smirk, thinking she had the upper hand here. It took Balder speaking the woman’s name in a strong tone to get Kali to release her force around Mercury’s neck.

“Well,” You looked over at the woman from her demonstration of power over her fellow peers to show not to get on her bad side. But you thought it’d be only a matter of time until she started picking people off until there was nobody left, except for her. “And here I thought I had the anger issues.”

“And who asked you for your opinion?” Kali asked with a bitter tone of voice. She seemed to have heard your remark from across the room, like you wanted to. She looked over at you with a bit of a glare, slightly edging you on for a fight. You crossed your arms over your chest and straightened your shoulders out, showing her you weren’t the least bit afraid of what she could do to you.

"When you trapped me in this room." You answered for her. “Now, do you want to continue on this fight or should I just sit back down and watch all of you slaughter one another?”

"How about I start with you?”

"Bring it on. You're not the first pagan god I've killed. And you certainly won't be the last.”

Sam was becoming a bit worried about what you were doing as he looked over at his older brother, not sure what to do as you only pushed Kali's buttons to see if she would hold true to her threat. You had every intention of going over there and starting a fight with the woman as Kali had a glint in her eye. Dean shrugged his shoulders as he muttered something about this turning into a cat fight. But, before anyone could hold true to their promises, you looked over your shoulder when you heard the double doors swing open, and arrived a very late guest. Your face dropped at who you saw walk right through the entrance with a grin on his face, acting like he owned the joint. To the people in the room, he was known as the trickster. To you, after a few years of trying to kill him, you knew him as Gabriel—the archangel. And the brother to two pissed off brothers that wanted to this world crumble as he stood on the sidelines.

“Ladies, ladies! Can’t we all just get along?” Gabriel always knew how to make an entrance, and tonight was no exception. Dean attempted to speak the angel’s real name, but with a quick snap of his fingers, Gabriel had it where the three of you tried your hardest to get even the slightest sound above a whisper out, but to no avail. “Y/N and her goons. It’s always wrong place, worst time with you mutton heads, huh?”

Balder pushed himself to his feet to greet the unwelcome guest by his fake name, “Loki.”

“Good seeing you, too. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail.” Gabriel said, brushing off the lack of hospitality to the fellow crowd. The reason why he was here was far more important than just to show here uninvited and raise a little hell like how everyone viewed him as. “I’m here to talk about the elephant in the room.” Ganesh had found offense to the angel’s words as he attempted to push himself to his feet and make Gabriel regret those words, but he quickly raised a hand and corrected himself. “Not you. The Apocalypse. We can't stop it, gang. But first things first.” Your face dropped into a cold, hard glare when Gabriel turned around to face the three of you, and since you didn't have the luxury of talking, your body language would do the trick. “The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later.”

All it took was a snap of Gabriel's fingers before you and the boys found yourselves in another part of the hotel, if you had guessed from the interior of the place. You let out a breath as you looked around the room, all of you slowly processed what just happened now that you were a safe distance away. Dean tried to process in words of what had happened as you sat yourself down on the bed, suddenly needing that little piece of milk chocolate wrapped in gold foil. You unwrapped the package and tossed it to the ground, you shook your head at how a simple night turned into another ride on the apocalypse trip that never seemed to end.

“By the way, next time I say ‘Let’s keep driving,’ uh, let’s keep driving.” Sam suggested. Dean rolled his eyes and nodded his head in agreement. The younger Winchester let out a sigh as he tried to figure out the next logical step into figuring out how the hell all of you were gonna get a room full of pagan gods and an archangel that he had a feeling wasn’t here for the three of you. “Uh, all right, so, what’s our next move?”

“I-I—I don’t know.” Dean admitted, he chuckled at how he was coming up short here. “Y/N, you got some big plan in that head of yours? You’ve been running your mouth tonight. Why not give us a suggestion to get the hell out of here?”

“I say we grab those poor saps out of the freezer—bust them out so they don’t get turned into a second course.” You suggested as you reached for the other candy across the bed and began to unwrap the foil once. “Gank a few freaks along the way if we’re lucky.”

“And when are you ever lucky?” You huffed out a frustrated breath as you leaned over slightly to the side to acknowledge the archangel that popped out of thin air. You narrowed your eyes on him to see that he was casually sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the table and his head resting on his arm. The mere sight of him made you suddenly become overwhelmed with anger. But you kept yourself calm long enough to speak to him.

“Well, I'm graced with your presence once more. There's a room full of pagan gods that are holding us hostage and I haven't slept in about two days. I'm the luckiest girl in the world." You sarcastically spoke with a chipper tone, yet your face was settled into a dirty glare. You tossed the crumpled foil over to where the archangel was sitting. He didn’t seem all that amused when you hit him directly in the face, hitting your exact target as you hoped. It was his turn to look at you with an annoyed glare as he threw the trash to the ground. “And before you say something stupid, let me stop you by saying this. Bite me.”

“Maybe later, princess.” Gabriel remarked. “When you calmed down a bit.”

“There is gonna be no later when I get my hands on you, you son of a bitch!” You jumped off the bed and lunged for the angel, but you found yourself being pinned back by Sam when he managed to grab a hold of you by the arm so you wouldn’t claw the angel’s eyes out like you desired. He knew it would be like poking the beast, nothing good would come out of it, despite the brothers having the urge to somehow express their own sense of frustration. “I should have know. This has your stink all over it from the jump.”

“You think I’m behind this? Please. And here I thought you were the brains of this sad looking operation. I’m the Costner to your Houston.” Gabriel said. He pushed himself up from the couch and walked over to the three of you. You furrowed your brow in confusion, wondering what exactly he meant by that. “I’m here to save your ass, sweet cheeks.”

“Oh my,” You placed a hand on your chest and spoke with a bit of a southern drawl, pretending to be a damsel in distress. “My hero.”

“While I would appreciate your knack for sarcasm on any other given day, we don't have time for it tonight, Y/N. Those gods are either gonna dust you or use you as bait.” Gabriel gave you the cold, hard truth of the matter. “Either way, you're uber-boned, princess.”

“Wow—wasn't it just a couple months ago you were telling us to play our roles?” You asked him, wanting to be perfectly clear about what was going on here. “You were screwing with us, jackass. And don't call me princess. It’s creepy and I’m not five years old anymore.”

“Does ‘Queen of the Damned’ sound better?” Your face dropped as your jaw clenched tighter from his jab that hit a little close to home. He gave you a smirk, as if he thought what his brother was doing to you was all some kind of funny joke. “Hey, stop looking like you're sucking on a lemon, Y/N. Not my fault you sold your dark little soul to my little bro. You and Luci are gonna run off into the sunset like how you promised him. It’s just a matter of time. And these two bozos are gonna dance the big lambada. It’s face. But not tonight. Not here.”

“Why do you suddenly care about our well being?” You asked him as your eyes narrowed on him, wondering what his true motive was. “Last time I asked for your help, you laughed at me.”

“That's because you wanted me to spill my guts about how to stop this. Like I’d tell you. And I know you're not gonna like what Lucifer had in mind to change you into a demon. There's still a bit of humanity in that rotten personality of yours. I’m here to...help.” Gabriel said. You looked at him with a bit more of what appeared as a confused expression, wondering what made him change his mind a few weeks ago from the last time you had spoken to him. “Me and Kali...we had a thing together. Chick was all hands. And what can I say? I’ve got a soft spot for the bad girls. You and her are a lot alike.”

“I’m flattered, really. And while I would love to hear about your past relationship with Kali, we got a real problem. Satan’s coming to dinner. So, either we set him a spot at the table, or all of us better become friends if we wanna see tomorrow. Do you think they stand a chance against Satan?” You wondered. A hotel full of pagan gods, an archangel and two hunters should be enough to take down something like the Devil, but Dean thought you were crazy at possibly suggesting a thing. “Hey, if you guys have any other ideas, I’m all ears.”

“It's a bad idea. Lucifer is gonna turn them into finger paint.” Gabriel said, quickly shutting down your idea before any more thought could be put into it. “So let's get going when the going’s good.”

“Okay, well, great. Why don't you just zap us out of here?” Dean asked. He would be happy enough to be far, far away from this place if he could.

“Would if I could. But Kali’s got you by the short and curlies.” Gabriel said. Your nose scrunched up slightly at that saying, it always sounded a bit odd at to you. While you asked him what that exactly meant, you knew it explained the mark Dean had found on his neck and the scratch you got in the hallway. “It’s a blood spell. You kids are on a leash. Means that we gotta solve this problem with a bit of the old black magic.”

“God, I hate you.” You muttered underneath your breath when you watched as Gabriel pulled out what appeared to be a small bottle to freshen his mouth up so it was minty fresh.You knew well enough of what the angel meant, and the visual alone made you cringe. “So, while you're off doing whatever kinky crap you're thinking of with Kali, the boys and I are gonna get the hor dourves out of the freezer.”

“Forget it.” Gabriel said. “It's gonna be hard enough sneaking you mooks out of here.”

“They called you ‘Loki,’ right? Which means they have no idea who you are.” You said. He nodded his head as a small smirk spread across his lips from his clever planning of staying out of the limelight. But you had a plan to make him do exactly what you wanted with a bit of blackmail. “Okay, well, how about you do what we say, or I’ll tell the Legion of Doom out there your secret identity. And they don't seem like a real pro-angel crowd.”

“I’ll take your voices away.”

“I’ll write it down.”

“I’ll cut off your hands.”

“Well, then people are gonna be asking, ‘Why are you guys running around with no hands’?”

It was Gabriel's turn to look like he was sucking on a lemon when his lips pursed out, knowing damn well you had him back into a corner. You stood up straighter as you crossed your arms when you had won this argument. "Fine." He agreed with a frustrated tone at your plans. You let out a chuckle from how easy it was to win him over. “I don't remember you being the bossy one in the group. It's usually Dean you gotta watch out for.

“I’m a turning into demon, big boy.” You said as your lips stretched into a smirk. You blinked, letting your eyes flicker to pitch black to prove your point even more. It was a party trick you had been able to control, and sometimes, it was a bit of fun to use when the boys weren’t looking. “Manipulative and bitchy is kind of a given with these kind of things.”

“I dig it. Suits you well.” Gabriel complimented you, turning this whole conversation around. He looked over at the oldest Winchester and pointed his finger, “You're a lucky man, Dean.”

You shook your head and rubbed your head when you blinked, watching as Gabriel vanished from your sight, doing whatever he needed to get the three of you out of here. You just hoped he was gonna he was gonna be good enough before his brother came knocking, demanding what he wanted.

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