Hello everybody!

A/N: I started to work on this fic at the start of summer I think. Well it's around that time anyway. So it was made kind of fast, for me that is. I know myself so there will probably be some mistakes, sorry for that.

The characters can be OOC, so if you don't like it you can go away. It your choice, seriously. I'm still not really used to write in characters POV so I'm still sorry about that too. English is not my first language so there will be mistake for sure. Maybe a lot maybe not, But please, stay nice with me. I'm really trying.

Rating M for language, violence.

I think that's all. So thanks if you read.

This new life of mine

Chapter 1: Those memories, they all come back sometime. (Gabriel POV)

"Wha… Where am I?" I asked slowly, testing my voice.

"You're in safe hands, don't worry." A voice spoke next to my ear.

I turned my head and winced as pain ran through my body. I couldn't fully turned my head but I could see the shape of a small man next to me with curly black hair. I looked down at myself to see that both my wrists were attached to a chair with chains and so did my feet. I tried to snap my fingers but nothing happened. I couldn't sense my powers anymore, I couldn't sense my wings, and I… was I human?

I tried to remember what had happen but the last thing that came to my mind was the fight with Lucifer. Had he killed me? Was I in hell? Was that what rebel angels got when they died? I tried to move but the chains wouldn't let me. The man next to me laughed and walked in front on the chair.

I gasped in surprise. Him?

"Metatron…" I said as my voice cracked a little bit.

"Gabriel." He said back to me. "You should be graceful, I resurrected you, buddy."

"Why?" I asked as I shook my head slowly.

"Because I want you to bring your brother from hell, back in the game." He said with a serious look. "I need the two Winchesters gone and I need somebody powerful enough for that."

"No… never." I said.

I had choose my side, I fought with the good side now. I would do my best to protect those Winchesters, even if when they will see me, (if they see me) they will probably try to kill me again. But now I knew that my dear brother had in fact, killed me. If Metatron said that he resurrected me, this mean that I was dead, right? And the last person (if I can call it like that) that I remember was Luci, so I guess that I couldn't fight him.

"What? I've heard that you two were the best of buddies around in heaven… Why don't you want to safe him?" Metatron asked in shock.

"He killed me! Sure we were friends but… there is some limit." I explained slowly to him.

"Oh well, I'll make you say yes then." He said with an evil smile.

He walked next to me again and I heard a bottle opening. I heard liquid falling into a glass then he came back in front with a small damp towel. It was still dry where he was holding it and I felt shivers running through me as I thought of what the liquid could be. I was going to be tortured… that I could already tell.

He put a hand on my forehead and my head got stuck on the chair, now I couldn't move. He put the damp towel over my mouth and it was exactly what I thought it would be: holy oil. I screamed as it burned my face and all around where the oil was dripping. Tears fell from my eyes as they started closing on their own.

He took the towel away and looked at him while my head fell down.

"Now you want to talk? Give me information, I want to know how to bring Lucifer back!" Metatron shouted.

I shook my head and let my eyes close. He growled and throw some holy oil on the chains which dripped on my arms. Another screamed.

He then walked away and took something on what seemed like a table. He walked in front of me and I started shaking when I saw the angel blade. I knew he wouldn't and couldn't killed me with this thing but it would hurt. He put it on my chest and pierced my skin. He cut through my skin again and again as I cried. Then the smile was back.

"Now?" He asked.

"Never…" I groaned.

"Fine…" He said as I saw him pull an archangel blade from his jacket.

"How..?" I asked just before I realized that it was mine. "Please…" I finally begged.

"Only if you tell me what I want to hear." He said.

I shut my mouth and prepared for the real pain. He went behind me and cut something on the chair. I finally felt my powers kicking in again. But just before I could snap away he cut in my back and this was the worst kind of pain. He put his hand on the back of my head and continued his cutting. I slowly felt my grace floating away as he ripped my wings out. Once he was finished he made sure I was still alive, that I was staying there, powerless. Then he broke the chains and I dropped on the floor.

Knees first, I lay on the ground looking probably like a lose child. My eyes red from crying and blood all over the room. He finally snapped his fingers and everything turned black.

"Hey, Rich, it's your turn." Jay, my supposed to be, friend said.

I stared at the pool cue in my hands and looked at the table in front of me. I nodded and played my turn without really paying attention. I finished the game without noticing it. Jay and the girl next to him, Logan, shouted and drank as they pointed me.

"Richard, you should be in the Olympics'!" Jay said with his drunk smile.

"I don't think billiards is an Olympics category, Jay." Logan said.

I raised my shoulder and put the cue down as they played another game. I looked around the bar slowly. It happened often now. When Metatron had tortured me, he had send me somewhere on earth and the first thing I did was go to this bar. It was the first I saw, so yeah. Back then, my memories had not came back. I still knew who I was and what I now was but I didn't get why or how. After some time I had remembered.

And those two drunk had let me in their small group. We hang out in the bar all day and all night and then they went to their house while I sleep somewhere outside. But when I walked outside it wasn't for more than sleep because now all that move could be something wanting to attack me. Metatron could easily get an army to destroy me and I didn't want to die again. Not now that I had only remembered how Luci had killed me, the other day.

Everything seemed like an enemy to me and I hated it now that I couldn't defend myself. And the moment I would face a monster, I knew I would probably die.