If you skipped/never saw the questions update, this is the update it was for.

Gabe - not that Gabe, not yet at least - sat on her bed at midnight, typing away at her phone.

Wondering what I'm doing, eh? Well, dear readers, I'm about to get to that. Right about...

***

Sam and Gabe were being weirdos in the mall, just like normal adults. Scratch that.

Hunter and archangel. Sorry. They're barely above being classified as children, let alone as general adults.

And honestly, they were being little kids. Gabe had insisted that he needed to go shopping at Hot Topic and Sam had quickly followed, eyes lit up by the promise of merch.

They looked at each other and then back at Hot Topic. Together, they stepped through the wide entry.

When they came out of it, they weren't in Hot Topic. Rather, they were in a bedroom. Gabe's eyes followed along the walls, seeing the pictures, merch, and a few random awards.

The other Gabe - the female one - looked up from her phone. She grinned and shut it off, throwing it to the bed. "Right on time, boys!"

Sam's eyes widened. "Dude, she looks like Neveah."

Gabe - back to the archangel one - whistled. "Damn, she does look like my sister."

"Ok, before we get me and the archangel confused anymore, just call me G, okie dokie?" She gave the two of them a look.

"I look like a lot of people because all of them are OCs," G explained. "The real name is not to be said, so I go by Gabe, mostly. I tend to write myself in."

Sam nodded. "Makes sense."

Gabe folded his arms. "So why'd you bring us here, then?"

Crossing the room to get her notebook, she said, "I asked my readers to give all the characters questions." She flipped to a page in it, brightening. "Here it is!"

G gestured for them to sit back on her bed, the two men sinking into all of the pillows and blankets. She took a beanbag chair and fell into it, running a hand through her blonde hair.

"Okay, so the first question is for Sammykin," she said, grinning when he frowned at the name. "What do you like most about Gabe?"

Sam flushed red. "Can he not be here while I answer this?"

Gabe gasped. "The moose blushed!" Sam only went redder.

"Of course," G replied, snapping her fingers to send Gabe to her sister's room. They heard a loud scream. She shrugged. "Her room's pink. I understand the pain."

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Well, Gabe's always been able to make me laugh, you know? Life is always so depressing but I have him, so I think my life's okay now."

G sniffled. "Dude, stop making me cry."

"Sorry," the hunter apologized. "But you asked."

She nodded. "Yeah." She snapped her fingers and Gabe was back in the room, scrambling to crawl onto Sam, shaking like a leaf.

"I've seen things," he muttered.

"Once you're over your trauma from my sister's room, the next question is for you, Gabe," G piped, giving him a sympathetic look.

It took a minute, but Gabe finally got to the point he was steady enough to relax. He gave G a nod.

"Do you like waffles 🎶?" she asked, eyes wide as she waited for the answer.

Gabe whooped. "Hells yeah!" he chimed. "Those are awesome!"

G giggled. "Couldn't agree more. Now the next one is for Cassie." She snapped her fingers and the angel and Dean both appeared.

"Is Dean here for the reason I think he is?" Sam snickered.

"Yes." G put a hand over her heart. "We all ship it."

Gabe did the finger gun things. "Good to meet a fellow shipper."

Cas and Dean were looking awkwardly around the room. "Why are we here?" the Winchester asked, giving G an odd look. "Neveah?"

She groaned. "Nope, I'm Gabe. But call me G for now. I'll explain shit to you later, Dean."

Cas narrowed his eyes at her. "You're an Author, are you not?"

"Yeah, I'm an Author," she replied, smiling at the angel.

Sam rolled his eyes. "That's as bad as saying you're the doctor."

G put her hands on her hips. "Bitch, I'm an Author."

The hunter held up his hands. "Jeez, defensive much?"

Gabe stared at her, whiskey eyes glazed over. "Guys, Imma adopt her."

G grinned. "Thanks, Gabe." She turned to Cas. "Ok, the question you've been asked is..." Looking down at her notebook, she frowned. "Nah, it's actually a joke. How do angels greet each other?"

Cas tilted his head. "We simply say a standard hello," he answered, confused. "Is that different than how you go about greetings?"

Dean patted his shoulder, making Sam and Gabe share a look with G. "We'll teach you someday," he said.

G sighed, giving them a dreamy look. "My babies are all grown up now."

Dean froze. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing!" G cleared her throat and sat up. "Dean, Trix is yelling at you to stop hiding your feelings and pretending to be straight."

Dean huffed. "I'm not pretending!"

"Aren't you?" G leaned forward, bitch facing him. "You know where liars go, Dean? They go to prison. You know what they do to guys like you in prison?"

He blinked. "I don't understand you at all."

She laughed. "I don't, either, so it's ok."

Snapping her fingers, the rest of the characters mentioned appeared. The emo band members were staring at the potato army and the old lady from a couple updates ago was eating candy.

"Old lady," G piped, "Trix wants to know if you'll be here grandma and M wants to know your name."

She stopped eating candy, eyes brightening. "Hells yeah," she cheered. "I'm gonna spoil that child." She walked from the room, muttering, "Goodbye, kiddies, have some candy." Before she exited the doorway, she said sweetly, "My name's Mrs. Hudson, to answer your question."

"Potatoes," G addressed, "you guys receive the comment 'Potato patato.'"

The king of the potatoes, Potatiarty, made an indignant noise and disappeared, his legion behind him.

G pursed her lips. "I guess they didn't like that much."

She suddenly froze when she heard the G note play. "Gerard, did you just?"

All of them looked back to watch My Chemical Romance slowly sink into the background, looking sorry not sorry. The rest of the bands followed, Patrick offering up an apology for disrupting with the feels.

That left the four SPN characters chilling on her bed. "Last two things are addressed to me," she said.

"How do I write so amazingly and how am I so cool?" she read, her eyes welling. "Awwww!"

Gabe frowned and pulled her into a hug, forcing her to be on her bed. He stroked her hair comfortingly.

"I'm really not cool for one," she said, hugging him back. "And I just write how I write, I guess. Why are my readers so freaking sweet?"

Gabe shrugged. "Don't know, but you sound like you've got some good ones."

She nodded. "I really do." She sniffed and slowly pulled away. "I'll put y'all back now."

Gabe squeezed her tightly and sat back, waiting for the snap. G said her goodbye and snapped, suddenly alone in her room.

Grabbing her phone, she sighed and went back to Wattpad.

***

Gabe and Sam reappeared in Hot Topic. He frowned. "I liked her," he complained.

Sam chuckled. "So did I," he said. "But at the moment, she's om the couch watching Fall Out Boy on MTV."

"I say we adopt her," he piped.

"Stop foreshadowing," Sam said lovingly, nudging his shoulder.

Gabe pouted. "Fine."

Sorry that took me so long. Hope you liked it and the little bit of foreshadowing for a new book.

I'm currently crying while watching FOB, so Imma stop writing for a little bit.

Seriously, thank you guys so much for reading what I write. I know I get a little crazy with my updates, but it means a lot to me that you guys read it all. I can't ask for better.

~Gabe