I'm running out of ideas here, help. Also, pay close attention here, because if you do the foreshadowing will be revealed. Well, sorta, anyway.

Also, I had a chance at Sabriel. It was too good to resist.

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"I can bring back one more person?" She mused, standing over the body. It had a large, blade shaped hole in its head and blood stains decorated the remainder of it's body.

"I guess I'll raise you, then."

She took a step forward and crouched down, gently resting two of her fingers on it's head.

It's eyes widened instantly, and a gasp escaped its throat. The wounds on its body mended themselves, sealing the punctures and renewing the blood vessels. It's broken leg snapped back into place, and the bruises that littered its body slowly began to fade.

"Go on, my little angel," she sang. "Go save your worthless little friends. And the world, while you're at it." She got up, hands on hips, and sighed.

"Maybe then he'll forgive me."

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Sam was getting worried.

After the fifth time of ringing Dean without an answer, he got up and announced a search party. They split up into groups of two, making sure they each had a device of communication of some sort before taking off.

And he, of course, got stuck with Gabriel.

After his brothers death and the Apocalypse and all that, he didn't talk as much and even though he still threw in pickup lines here and there, it was obvious to see he wasn't in a good mood.

Hed lost a lot of power trying to save Castiel and even though he could still kill every one of the ailing with any demons within a 6 mile radius with a snap of his fingers, he got tired a kit more easily lately.

Sam could remember the first time he had fallen asleep. They were driving back to the Bunker after calling it a night and the archangel had looked absolutely smashed. His head lulled every now and then, and he seemed to be having an internal battle with himself just to keep his eyes open.

They were almost there, about fifteen minutes away, when Sam had felt a soft weight in his lap. He had looked down to see a golden curtain of hair wrapped around the most peaceful face he had ever seen the Archangel make.

He had been tempted to push him off, as they still weren't technically 'friends', but then he had snored softly and Sam knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he woke him up. She he just settled to driving like that, in comfortable silence.

It had been a long day. The sun was just setting, but Sam felt just about ready to collapse. His friends had tried to talk him into waiting for tomorrow, but he had argued that they had a higher chance of finding him the quicker they looked. They had stopped fighting after that, knowing nothing they said would make him change his mind.

Now he was starting to regret that decision. Gabriel had already fallen asleep in the passenger seat, head resting on the window and sadly not on him No, Sam. Stop with the gay thoughts! He mentally scolded himself, then groaned. He hadn't slept for days. And now he was arguing with himself.

He continued his mental bickering before stopping as a gust of smoke blew past him. He slowed the car to a stop, knowing the chances if him surviving where less if he drove when he couldnt see.

He lightly nudged Gabe, trying to wake him up. He mumbled a but in his sleep then turned even further into the window, away from him.

"C'mon, buddy. Were here, and I need your help."

"Just go..." Gabriel muttered, voice heavy with sleep and for some reason Sam thought that was the cutest thing ever. "If...need...help, jast pray or somthin'..." he cut himself off with a yawn, settling back into the comfy car seat and gkig back to softly snoring.

Sam shook his head. It would be nice to know he had protection, but he figured Gabe wouldn't be much help in this situation. And he knew that if he called him, he would come running.

He shook his head again as he stepped out into the open. As soon as he poked his head out, the smell hit him like a brick wall and he broke off into a coughing fit. He took off his jacket and folded it before putting it on his face. It would be safer wet, but there was no way he was peeing on his favourite jacket.

He took a cautious step forwards, and when nothing happened, took another. He continued like that before breaking off into a small jog as he searched through the smoke for the area of wreckage. If there was this much gas and no fires...

The sky hung over him, grey, as usual, as though it was taunting him with its color. You won't find your brother, it seemed to be saying So just give up.

He forced his eyes back down to the ground, and continued on his blind search for the Impala. He silently prayed it was okay. If it was and Dean found out, he was going to have a major fit.

But that would be fine. Because he would be alive.

Then he came across the car, and nearly screamed. Baby, who was always imperfect condition, was now sporting multiple dents and a completely smashed rear. The windows in front were littered with slider web cracks, and the door was pushed so far in he knew it would never open again.

There was no way anyone in the backseat could have survived, so he went on to the front. It was hard to see with his jacket blocking half of his vision, but he made out the blurry outlines of a shape. It was a girl, for starters, and she was blon-

Claire!

He scrambled to unlock the door, pulling at the handle uselessly for a few moments before he came to his senses. He grabbed a switch blade from his back pocket and flicked it to the knife settling. He glammed it into the side and flicked it before pulling.

It took a few moments, but the door finally fell loose, revealing the bloody body of Ckaire Novak. He pressed two fingers into her neck and waited a moment before finally feeling a pulse. He dropped his jacket as he hooked his arms under both their shoulders and pulling. It took a while, but he finally got her free of the car and carried her fireman style to his car.

He fumbled with the door for a few moments before finally getting it open and carefully lowering Claire into the seat, strapping her seatbelt in. He was about to get into the drivers seat when he remembered his jacket. That was expensive, there was no way he way leaving it there for some random monster to destroy.

When he made it safely back to the wreckage, he yanked his jacket out from where it was under the car and tucked it securely into the waistband of his jeans. (This is not important in anyway, but at this point my battery was 69. Thank you.)

He started the shirt walk back when he heard a low growl from behind him. He raled his hands round his pockets for his gun, before realizing he had left it in the car with Claire. He mentally groaned, picking up his pace until he was full o  sprinting back.

Slow, steady footsteps from behind him until he felt something smash into his side, throwing him sideways. He collapsed on the floor in an undignified heap, groaning softly. He moved his hand slowly over the object next to him before blaring at the floor. The bitch had thrown a tyre at him. And he was pretty sure he knew who's tyre it was.

(68 now). He stood up quickly, looking round and seeing nothing. He began walking backwards towards his car (whom I hereby name Jenny), never letting his eyes leave the wreckage. It faded from his sight soon enough, and he was walking backwards into Jenny.

He quickly opened the drivers door and slid in, not bothering to put on his seatbelt before he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. The car revved to life, sliding a few times to gain balance before zooming off into the distance.

But whatever was after him wasnt done yet. More growls sounded around him, followed by a piercing howl. He mentally face palmed. Werewolves, seriously? He was so done with life.

Something threw itself against his windshield. A scarred face stared back at him, clawing and scratching at it before he swerved to the right and it flew off. The next one threw itself against his door, effectively pushing him left and knocking him off balance (where I come from, we drive on the right side of the road).

He spun the steering wheel in the opposite direction and after a while he finally started driving straight again, but now off the road. Rocks and leaves crunched beneath him, making Jenny jerk in different directions randomly.

The constant moving made Gabriel's head bang against the window repeatedly, and he raised it groggily, a look of annoyance on his face. He turned to Sam in question and Sam didn't even look his way before answering

"Werewolves!" He gasped as another fairly large rock made his side tilt up and smash back to the ground. "The wheels aren't gonna last much longer, Gabe, I need your help!"

At the back of his mind, Sam noted that he had just used a nickname on him ot loud, but the archangel was to tired and disorientated to notice. He raised his hand in a shooting gesture, and the car was propelled forwards with a force so strong Sam was slammed against the headrest.

The car finally slowed to a stop, and Sam fell forwards. A thunk echoed behind him and he knew Claire had just done the same thing as him. Gabriel slumped in his seat, looking utterly exhausted, and Sam forced his eyes to remain open as he took control and drove them back to the bunker. Gabriel was asleep and Claire was out cold, after all.

When they arrived, it was a chore to keep his body from collapsing right then and there, and he forced himself to the door to knock softly. Just as his hand was about to hit the wooden surface, it was flung open and Jo was standing there, looking at him with obvious worry. He just about collapsed on her, and she called the others so they could together drag the injured Hunter and Passed-out Archangel into the safety of the bunker.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" Jo yelled as she inspected their injuries. Sam had gotten off with a bruised rib and Claire with a concussion and sprained ankle. Gabriel was still asleep.

"It's a bit of a ling story..." he trailed off.

Hannah walked in, locking the door behind her. "It's fine, we have time." She crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame as they all stared at him expectantly.

"There was a lot of smoke..."

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I think that's the longest chapter I've ever done, nearly 2000 words! I'll try to make the next one that long, as my plan is to slowly make then grow in size as they progress.

So, how did you like that? Who was mystery person at the beginning? Has to be someone powerful, to bring back the dead.

Hell, it might even be Mystery Man disguised as a woman...

Enjoy, next update hopefully soon!