Hello there world! Thank you for clicking on my story! : )

Okay, so I'm honestly in love with the character Gabriel, and some how he took up residence inside of my brain. The result? A fic that I'm really excited to write and share with you guys. A huge shout out Bobadoo (and a rather impaitent Cassie) for reading over the chapters I already have written up and encouraging me to keep going and to post this already. : )

No warnings really. Mild language. Mild Violence. Some sexual themes. But all within the levels of the show.

Spoilers? All the way up to the end of Season 5. You have been warned.

Sadly, I do not own Supernatural in any way, shape or form. If I did, the Season 6 finale wouldn't have happened, and Gabriel would be alive and screwing with the Winchesters.

Enjoy! : )

I could feel their eyes on me as I slowly walked across the stage to the podium. I knew why I had told Becky that I would do this, but I still didn't like it. But to have his memory survive was worth it. I had no notes with me, no paper. I knew our story well enough without it. I took a deep breath as I surveyed the curious people sitting in the auditorium, and begun our story.

"How many of you believe in God?" I asked, and almost everyone raised their hand. "Alright… how about Satan? Notice how basically everyone's hand is up. How many believe in demons, or angels or the monster under your bed? How many of you know that you've all missed the Apocalypse? It's not going to happen on December 21st, 2012. It happened already. It's over. Congratulations. You survived. Now notice how there aren't any hands up anymore. But it's true. Lucifer rose and walked the Earth. Michael was around for a little bit too. But they didn't fight. They got locked up in Lucifer's Cage, and I pray that they won't be coming out anytime soon."

They didn't believe me. Well, they didn't believe that what I could be saying was anything more then what an actress had been paid to say. I needed to change that. I needed to make them understand that this wasn't something made up. I couldn't tell them our story if they thought this was part of ome book.

"You all owe your lives to two very special boys. And if you're lucky, you'll never meet them… well, one of them. You see, Lucifer possessed the younger of the two. He is a fallen angel after all, and angels need to take Vessels in order to be on Earth. But Lucifer's Vessel gained control again, and hurled himself into the Cage. He sacrificed himself, for all of you. And you don't even know his full name."

There were mutterings now. Becky was beginning release the books that had covered the year after Dean got pulled from Hell. These were fans of the Supernatural books after all, they knew the basics of the story. They knew about me.

"But enough about him for now. I'll get to him and his brother soon enough. My tale is about someone different, someone who only met the saviors of the world four times. He died for humanity too, and gave us the tools to lock Lucifer away again. I travelled with him for a while, but it really wasn't enough time. He screwed up my life and during our time together… I…. well…. It's hard to explain. I'm not really sure if I even can, but I promised myself and him and Becky, who I really hate right now, that I would try. He deserves to have his story known. Because even if he didn't throw himself into the Pit, without him we would all be dead. The saviors could have fought all they want and it wouldn't have made any difference."

The fans at the Supernatural convention had gone silent now. I took another deep breath, and a moment to gather my thoughts. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.

"I see I've caught your interest. Good. If you stay a while, I'll tell you about him, about the boys, about the fallen angel and the old drunk that helped us. And I'll tell you about me, not that I'm really that important to the overall story. Well, are you ready to listen? Are you ready for what really happened? You're all nodding your head, but I'm not convinced. That's okay. I still have time to prepare you. Listen to my story, and listen closely. My time is running short."

1990

"Nicolette! Sweetie, it's time for school!" Mommy called from downstairs. I rushed through brushing my teeth before running down the steps.

"Ready!" I told her breathless, grabbing my brand new pink princess backpack. I had even gotten to pick it out myself. Mommy smiled down at me, her brown eyes soft, her dark hair pulled back in a braid like my own honey blonde hair.

"Now remember, Daddy's going to pick you up from school today. You're going to spend the rest of the week with him!" she said, the forced cheerfulness not registering in my five year old brain. I grinned, and skipped out of the house and into the car, my dark brown eyes shining with excitement. My first day of school, and getting to be with Daddy. I couldn't have asked for a better day.

"Nicky!"

"Stella!" I squealed as soon as I stepped foot in my new classroom. I ran over to her, and hugged her tightly. Stella was my best friend, has been forever. People always thought we were sisters since we looked so much alike and spent so much time together. Sometimes we even went along with it, especially on April Fool's Day. Grownups can be so silly sometimes!

"Okay everybody! Get in your seats please!" our teacher, Mrs. Glavine, announced, and I quickly did what she said, frowning when Stella had to sit all the way across the room. So, she grabbed her nametag, and switched it with the boy who was supposed to be sitting with me. I giggled quietly as Mrs. Glavine came over.

"Now Stella, I know you want to sit with your friends, but you need to go back to your seat. Maybe you can even make some new friends!" she told her.

"But this is my seat," Stella said with a big smile. "It has my name on it!" The teacher sighed, and smiled patiently.

"Go back to your old seat." Stella looked like she was about to argue when I poked her shoulder. She leaned over towards me.

"Don't get in trouble yet," I whispered in her ear. She was always getting into trouble with teachers and parents, and I sometimes helped her. But Stella never let me get in trouble, even when something was my fault.

"Okay," my best friend said quietly, switching seats with the boy. Mrs. Glavine nodded at me thankfully before going up to the front of the classroom. I looked over at Stella, shaking my head when I saw the mischievous glint in her eye. She was going to do something bad.

"Wow. So she really took Mrs. Glavine's book?" Daddy asked, as I bounced in my car seat. He had picked me up, just like Mommy said, and we were driving back to his house. I looked up at him, and nodded.

"Yeah! Stella was mad because she had to change seats!" I said, "I made her give the book back though."

"That's good, Nicolette. You should always give back what isn't yours," he told me, causing me to grin at the fact that he was proud of me. I loved my Daddy, and really wished I could see him more. But Mommy and Daddy got into a big fight one night when I was supposed to be sleeping. Daddy left a few days after that. Mommy wouldn't tell me what they were fighting about, and eventually I stopped asking.

People told me I looked a lot like Daddy, since we had the same hair color. I don't really understand why, because that's all we have that's the same. He had blue eyes, and I had brown. How can you look like someone when your eyes are different colors?

"I'm going to go play outside," I said when we pulled up to Daddy's house.

"Okie dokie!" Daddy told me, causing me to giggle at him. He used a lot of funny words. I scrambled out of the car, and skipped over to the play set we had in the backyard. After a few minutes, I jumped onto one of the swings, and started to spin in circles until the chain was all twisted up. When I could spin anymore, I would put my feet up, and the swing would spin the other way. Eventually, I fell off the swing, and lay down in the grass, watching the cloudless sky twirl around me.

"Hi!" I jumped at the sound, and sat up too quickly.

"Oww…" I mumbled, holding my head. When the world stopped moving, I looked around. Sitting next to me was a man I had never seen before. His long, light brown hair was flopped over the sides of his face, almost hiding his eyes. I couldn't say what color they were even if I tried. Maybe a greenish gold? They sparkled at me, mischievous and daring and all of the things someone should run away from. Running actually sounded like a really good idea. This strange man scared me, even if I didn't know why. He just wasn't right.

"You alright there, Kiddo?" he asked, and I scooted away from him. He looked at me for a long moment before pouting. "I'm not that scary, am I?"

"Mommy and Daddy said that I shouldn't talk to strangers," I told him quickly, getting to my feet.

"Good. You should listen to that," the strange man said, nodding slowly. "But I'm not a stranger."

"Yes you are!" I argued, "And you're scary!" I looked at him warily as he laughed at me.

"Scary," he said to himself, and snapped his fingers. I gasped when a Hershey's chocolate bar appeared in his hands. The strange man was magic?

"How did you do that?" I demanded, walking over to him even though I still really wanted to run away to Daddy. The strange man winked at me as he unwrapped his chocolate.

"Trade secret." I frowned, not really sure what he meant.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"What do you want to call me?" I opened my mouth to say something when Daddy yelled from inside. It sounded like he was really hurt.

"Daddy?" I called, the strange man forgotten. "Daddy?" I repeated when he yelled again, and something crashed loudly to the floor. "Daddy!" I started to run into the house, but strong arms wrapped around my waist, picking me up off the ground.

"Trust me Kiddo. You don't need to see this," the strange man told me quietly as I tried to free myself.

"DADDY!"

They were silent when I broke off again, tears freely falling down my face. I slowly wiped them off, and looked up at the fans.

"I'm not an actress," I finally said, "I'm not just reading from a script. My father's name was Eric Oliver Burns. He died when I was five, although I should really say murdered. I wouldn't find out why for almost twenty years. My name is Nicolette Ashley Burns, and I'm telling you my life story. So if you still think that this is part of those stupid books, then you can leave right now." And somewhere outside the hotel the convention was taking place in, a dog howled.

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