You were old. Older than Gabriel, older than Lucifer, Raphael, and Michael. You were the trickster, not a, the trickster: in a dark-humor, messed up kind of way. When Gabriel skipped out of Heaven and begged for a disguise, you took him in and helped him mourn. You taught him how to trick the humans and how to keep himself entertained. Then he dropped off the map.

Next time you saw him, he was pinned in a corner by the Winchesters. They had him in a ring of holy fire and each of them had angel blades in their hands. Just like you had shown him, Gabriel had a smug grin on his face to hide his fear.

"Now, Gabe," you said, leaning on a pole. Gabe spun around.

"Oh shit."

"I thought I taught you better than to get caught by some humans," you smirked. You could see the tips of Gabe's ears redden a bit.

"I didn't get caught," he said. You scoffed.

"Okay," you said sarcastically. He gave you the 'get me out of here' look and you chuckled. "Oh no, Gabe, don't give me that look. You got yourself into this, I'm here to watch you get yourself out."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

The Winchester boys had been watching the two cosmic beings in fear. You obviously had power over Gabriel to be able to talk to him like that. "Hold on, who the hell are you?" Dean asked.

You looked at the Winchester. "Y/n," you said. "I'm the one that taught Gabriel all his tricks," you smirked.

"Y/n?" Sam asked. "I've heard of you. You were supposedly killed by Odin trillions of years ago."

"I don't look dead. I don't feel dead. I'm not dead," you explained. Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Ooh, edgy!" You mocked.

"Get me out of here, y/n!" He ordered. You chuckled and stood right outside the flame.

"Aww, you're so adorable when you get all fired up," you teased. Gabriel's cheeks reddened a bit and if looks could kill you would be 6 feet under.

"Shut up!" He cried. You chuckled and stomped on the fire enough for him to get out. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," You said. Sam and Dean looked at you like you had grown a second head. "What?"

"How... You... You controlled Gabriel like he was a puppy on a leash. Like, the archangel Gabriel. How?" Sam asked.

"First of all, I taught him everything he knows. I'm his mentor, obviously. He respects me," you said. "And he's scared of me."

"Not true!" he cried. You turned to him and took a step towards him, causing him to take a step back. "Fine, point made," he mumbled, causing you to snicker.

"So you taught him the whole 'play your roles' thing? Because that's a real bitchy move," Dean said. Gabriel snarled and went to take a step towards Dean, but you put your hand on his chest and held him back.

"Control," you ordered. Gabriel stepped back. "I didn't teach him his opinion, boys. I don't have an opinion, and I don't care about this fight. I do care about this kid behind me, so you stab him again and I will personally make your lives Hell," you said. Gabriel was like your little brother, you taught him everything. He was your everything.

Sam and Dean looked at you. "What are you?"

"The tricksters had to learn from someone," you smirked before grabbing Gabriel's shirt and zapping away. You gave him Hell for getting caught and almost getting killed, but he just laughed and gently hugged you.

"Y/n, y/n, I'm sorry," he chuckled, his arms around your shoulders tightly. You gently kissed the side of his head.

"I know, but you have to be more careful now. They know you're an archangel, so they're going to try to kill you. It's hunter logic," you said, hugging him. "I can't loose you Gabe."

"Don't worry, y/n. I'm not going anywhere."

Oh shit this account is alive? Woah! Shocker. Yeah, sorry, i got totally busy and forgot lol. Meme at the top!

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