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At the Elysian Fields Motel, gods gather, Gabriel reveals himself, and Lucifer arrives with deadly force.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  Supernatural peril, violence, and mature themes

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX:  
Gabriel

SURPRISINGLY, THE FIRST ANGEL we came in contact with wasn’t Cas. It was an archangel named Gabriel.

Sam and Dean had met Gabriel before they met me. They’d originally thought he was a Trickster—or Loki. But they soon found out he was an angel—an angel in his own witness protection program. He didn’t really have a side in the whole apocalypse thing. He didn’t support Michael or Lucifer. They were both his brothers. Despite his Switzerland streak, he was pro-apocalypse, because he wanted things to end.

I first met Gabriel when we stopped at the Elysian Fields Motel because of a terrible storm.

IT WAS A COMPLETE AND UTTER DOWNPOUR, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Sam, Dean, and I stumbled into the motel lobby, dripping wet. We looked around and noticed a very nice décor that didn’t usually belong to the places we stopped at.

“Whew,” Dean said, looking around. “Nice digs for once. Busy night.”

People mewed about the lobby. Some sat at tables set up along the sides. Others stayed by a large fireplace in the middle of the room.

Something didn’t seem right. I didn’t feel any angels or demons, but it didn’t feel like all of them were people either.

We approached the front desk.

The clerk said, “Any port in a storm, I guess.”

He chuckled and handed Dean a paper. “If you could just fill this out, please.”

“Yeah,” Dean said, grabbing a pen.

I looked around. Yes, something was definitely up. I wondered if they were all some sort of monsters I hadn’t encountered before.

“Sir, I think… shaving nick there,” the clerk pointed out to Dean. He handed him a tissue.

Funny—Dean hadn’t shaved since that morning. It looked like a fresh nick.

“Your key,” he said, handing it over. I noticed his name tag read “Chad.”

“Oh, thanks,” Dean said. He blotted the nick. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a coffee shop, would you?”

“Buffet,” Chad offered. “All you can eat. Best pie in the tri-state area.”

“You don’t say?” Dean perked up.

Well, that was it. We weren’t leaving here anytime soon.

Regardless, we needed to eat something and wait for the storm to pass—or at least die down. I couldn’t see two feet in front of me out there. It was just a sheet of water coming down. I started to think we should build an ark or something.

Dean went up for some pie, leaving Sam and me at the table.

“I don’t like this place,” I confided. “It doesn’t feel right.”

“Yeah, even I’m not getting a good vibe from this. It’s like a setup. Like this storm is some kind of omen,” Sam said.

“But I don’t think we’re getting Dean out of here,” I said, nodding toward where he was debating between two plates of pie. I wouldn’t be surprised if he brought back both.

Sam grimaced.

Dean finally put one plate down and came back to our table.

“Sam, unpucker, man. Eat something,” Dean said, taking a huge bite of pie.

“We should hit the road, Dean,” Sam replied.

“In this storm? I—it’s…”

“It’s biblical. Exactly. It’s friggin’ Noah’s ark out there, and we’re eating pie.”

Dean set down his fork for a minute. “How many hours of sleep did you get this week? What—three? Four? Bobby’s got his feelers out, okay? We’ve talked with every hoodoo man and root woman in twelve states.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not giving up,” Sam said.

“Nobody’s giving up. Especially me. We’re going to find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. I can feel it. But you’re no good to me burnt out.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Sam said with a sigh.

“We’ve actually got the night off for once. Let’s try to enjoy it,” Dean said and smiled at me. His smile dropped when he looked at me. “Oh no, not you too?”

I was about to answer, but he cut me off.

“I’m not feeling any angels or demons here,” he said. “Are you?”

“No,” I admitted. “But it does feel weird. Something isn’t right.”

He sighed. “Can we just have maybe a few hours to rest and let the storm pass, at least?”

Sam and I glanced at each other. I thought we both wanted to leave right away, but it wasn’t smart to drive out in that storm.

I nodded.

With that settled and the pie eaten, we made our way to the room. Dean opened the door and whistled. “Wow! Look at this. We’re like Rockefellers… Chocolate!” He went over to the bed where a small wrapped chocolate sat on the pillow.

He turned to Sam. “You want yours?”

“Knock yourself out,” Sam said. We looked around. “Isn’t this place… in the middle of nowhere?”

“So?” Dean asked.

“So what’s a four-star hotel doing on a no-star highway?”

Good point, I thought.

Next, we heard a woman moaning pleasurably on the other side of the wall. Thumping and chuckling followed. Then a huge thud that didn’t sound like anything a human could make. It almost knocked the television off the wall in our room.

We took a quick glance at each other and raced to the other room. It was empty.

Dean bent down and picked up an engagement ring. “Hello?”

No answer.

“Yeah, that’s normal,” I mumbled.

We went back out to the lobby and approached the clerk again.

“The, uh, room next to ours—have you seen them?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Logan—the honeymooners? They checked out. Is something the matter?” Chad asked.

“They checked out?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm. Just now.”

“Really? It sort of seemed like they were, uh…” Sam chuckled a little uncomfortably, “in the middle of something.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of weird for honeymooners to, uh, check out without this.” Dean held up the engagement ring.

“Oh dear,” Chad said. “I’ll just put that right in the lost and found. Don’t you worry. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Uh, no. We’re good.”

“Super-fantastic,” he said with a smile.

As we walked away, I muttered, “Creepy.”

“Broke the needle,” Dean said. He turned to Sam. “All right. Well… we’ll scope out the joint, and you keep an eye on Norman Bates over here. I mean, one night off. Is that too much to ask?”

Dean huffed. We walked back to the elevator, and Sam stayed in the lobby.

Getting off the elevator, Dean and I started walking through the hallways. He pulled out the EMF detector.

“You’re really using an EMF detector?” I asked.

He stopped and looked down at it, then smiled. “Habit, I guess.”

He put it in his pocket, and we continued walking. We passed a room with the door open. I glanced in and saw an elephant—yes, a real elephant—holding a towel. I froze as Dean continued on. I grabbed his sleeve to pull him back. I saw the realization spread across his face as he stepped back. We looked into the room again, but now a man was wrapping a towel around himself. No elephant.

“This ain’t no peep show!” he shouted and slammed the door in our faces.

“Was that… Wasn’t there?” I stammered.

“Yeah,” Dean said, not looking at me.

We went straight back to tell Sam what we saw.

“An elephant?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed.

“Like, an elephant?”

“Like full-on Babar,” he said.

Sam was puzzled. Well, technically we all were. No wonder they didn’t feel human, I thought.

“So what the hell is…” Sam stopped and looked around. “Where is everybody?”

Everyone was gone. Not a single person remained.

Sam went to the front doors, but they wouldn’t open.

Dean said, “Let me guess—it’s locked. So what? The roaches check in, but they don’t check out?”

“Think about how we got here. That detour on I-90? The friggin’ hurricane?”

“You saying we were led here?” Dean asked.

“Like rats in a maze,” Sam replied smoothly.

Sam and I shared a look that said “told you so,” but we didn’t dare speak it out loud. The only option now was to find out who—or what—was behind everything and deal with it.

We continued to explore the motel and ended up in the kitchen.

Dean spotted a boiling pot. “Please be tomato soup. Please be tomato soup.” He lifted the lid—and eyeballs stared back at him. “Motel Hell.”

Sam walked over to the freezer and noticed some hotel guests were locked inside.

“Help us! Get us out!” a man screamed.

Sam started to get the lock pick kit out.

“Hurry up!” Dean called to Sam.

As he moved over to help Sam, I felt someone grab me from behind, covering my mouth in the process.

“I’m going as fast as I… as I can,” Sam said, turning around.

I saw Dean tense from behind. “There’s somebody behind me, isn’t there?”

WE WERE ALL DRAGGED INTO A HUGE ROOM—probably a conference or ballroom by the looks of it. A table was set up in a U-shape, with people seated around it.

Dean struggled a little. “Something tells me this isn’t a Shriner convention.”

“Dinner is served,” someone announced. Applause followed.

We were pushed forward to waiting chairs.

A man spoke up. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. Although in all my centuries, I never thought I’d see this—this many gods under one roof.”

“Gods?” I whispered.

“Now, before we get down to brass tacks, some ground rules. No slaughtering each other. Curb your wrath. Oh, and uh, keep your hands off the local virgins. We’re trying to keep a low profile here…”

“Oh, we are so… so screwed,” Sam said.

“Now we all know why we’re here. The Judeo-Christian apocalypse looms over us. I know we’ve all had our little disagreements in the past. The time has come to put those aside and look toward the future. Because if we don’t, we won’t have one. Now, we do have two very valuable bargaining chips—Michael and Lucifer’s vessels. And, as an added bonus, a little good luck charm… or dessert.”

I blanched.

“The question is, what do we do now? Anybody have any bright ideas? Speak up. This is a safe room,” the man continued. A discussion broke out.

“What do we do? We kill them!”

“Kill them? What? So the angels can bring them back again?”

“I don’t know what everybody’s so worked up about! It’s just a couple of angels having a slap fight! There’s no Armageddon. Everybody knows when the world ends, the Great Serpent Jormungandr rises up, and I myself will be eaten by a big wolf!”

“Here we go…”

“Oh yeah? And why is that? Because your beliefs are so much more realistic? The whole world’s getting carried around on the back of a giant turtle? Ha! Give me a break!”

Zao Shen rebutted, “Don’t mock my world turtle.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to send you packing to Valhalla!”

As they continued to fight, Dean, Sam, and I looked at each other, started to slowly rise from our chairs, and headed toward the door. Maybe they wouldn’t notice us until it was too late. My God, we’re dealing with gods, I thought—and ignored the pun—as I met Sam and Dean behind our chairs.

We got closer to the door, and then suddenly the chandelier crashed down in front of us. That didn’t really work.

The gods still continued to fight.

“Who asked you?” Kali demanded.

Without warning, the Grand Ballroom doors opened to reveal a man. A man who felt like an angel—but it wasn’t Cas or Zachariah.

“Can’t we all just get along?” he called out.

Dean was about to say something to him. He must’ve known him, but he was cut off and started to choke.

“Sam! Dean!” the angel called out. “It’s always the wrong place, worst time with you muttonheads, huh?” He looked at me. “And this must be Analina.”

“Loki,” Baldur called out.

Loki—as in a trickster. Ah! This must be Gabriel, I realized.

“Baldur, good seeing you too. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail,” Gabriel said.

“Why are you here?” Baldur asked.

“To talk about the elephant in the room,” he started. He noticed the man we saw with the towel—who must be Ganesh—stand up. “Not you. The apocalypse. We can’t stop it, gang. But first things first.”

Gabriel turned back to us. “The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later.”

He snapped his fingers, and we were suddenly in our hotel room.

“Okay. Did that… Holy crap!” Dean exclaimed.

“Tell me about it,” I said, sitting down before I collapsed from my shaking knees.

“By the way, next time I say let’s keep driving—uh, let’s keep driving,” Sam said.

“Okay, yeah. Next time,” Dean agreed.

“So what are we going to do?” I asked. I had no experience with gods, but at least we might have an angel on our side. Unless he wasn’t—in which case we were screwed.

“I—I—I don’t know. Grab those poor saps out of the freezer, I guess? Bust them out? Gank a few freaks along the way if we’re lucky?”

I looked at Dean like he was crazy.

“And when are you ever lucky?” Gabriel said, suddenly appearing in the room.

I turned and stood. Still flustered from what had happened, Dean turned around. “Well, you know what? Bite me, Gabriel.”

“Maybe later, big boy.”

“I should’ve known. I mean, this had your stink all over it from the jump,” Dean continued.

“You think I’m behind this? Please. I’m the Costner to your Houston. I’m here to save your ass.”

I felt a slight surge of hope.

“You want to pull us out of the fire?” Dean asked.

“Bingo! Those guys are either going to dust you or use you as bait. Either way, you’re uber boned.”

“Wow, ‘cause not long ago you were telling us we need to ‘play our roles.’ You’re uber boning us!”

“Oh… The end is still nigh. Michael and Lucifer are going to dance the lambda, but not tonight. Not here.”

Dean asked, “Why do you care?”

“I don’t care. But me and Kali—we, uh, had a thing. Chick was all hands. What can I say? I’m sentimental,” Gabriel replied.

“Do they have a chance? Against Satan?” Sam asked.

“Really, Sam?” Dean looked over at his brother.

“You got a better idea, Dean?”

“It’s a bad idea. Lucifer’s going to turn them into finger paint. So let’s get going while the going’s good, hmm?” Gabriel answered.

“Okay, great. Why don’t you just zap us out of here then?” Dean reasoned.

“Would if I could, but Kali’s got you by the short and curlies. It’s a blood spell. You boys are on a leash.” He turned to me. “You’re still safe. They don’t have your blood.”

“What does that mean?” Dean asked.

“It means it’s time for a bit of the old black magic.” He spritzed his mouth with breath spray.

“So, can you get her out of here?” Dean asked, looking at me.

“I could,” Gabriel answered, eyeing me for a moment.

“Dean, I’m not leaving you here,” I said firmly.

Dean stopped himself from rolling his eyes. “You’re going to get her out. And we’re also getting the hors d’oeuvres in the freezer out.”

Gabriel scoffed. “Forget it. It’s going to be hard enough sneaking you mooks out of here.”

“They called you Loki, right? Which means they don’t really know who you are?” Dean asked.

“Told you. I’m in witness protection.”

“Okay, well then how about you do what we say, or we tell the, uh, legion of doom about your secret identity. They don’t seem like a real pro-angel kind of crowd.”

“I’ll take your voices away.”

Dean quickly said, “We’ll write it down.”

“I’ll cut off your hands.”

“Well then, people are going to be asking, ‘Why are you guys running around with no hands?’”

Gabriel paused for a split second. “Fine.”

“Wait a minute. I’m not leaving—”

“Yes, you are,” Dean said.

“No—”

“Don’t you two make a cute couple,” Gabriel said with a sarcastic grin. We both glared at him.

“Take her to the car,” Dean said to him. “We’ll be out soon.”

APPARENTLY, I HAD NO SAY IN THIS. Gabriel had taken Dean’s side and blinked me out to the Impala before I could say anything more. The rain had stopped. The parking lot was full of puddles and cars.

“I’m not going to stop you from going back inside,” he said. “But here.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a DVD case. It had Casa Erotica #13 on it. “Guard this with your life.”

Before I could ask or do anything else, he blinked out again.

He couldn’t be serious, could he?

I stood there for a moment, debating whether I should run back in there. Dean would be very pissed off. But if I could save them like I did before… Somehow I doubted that would be the case.

I jumped into the Impala. First, I hid the DVD. I hoped it really wasn’t what it said it was. I sat in the car for a few minutes, having an internal debate. Then I noticed scores of people running out of the motel. They’d released the hostages—well, the food. That was a good sign, right? I watched as cars sped away from the parking lot, leaving skid marks in their wake.

I should give them some more time. It seemed things were working out in there.

As I leaned back in the Impala, I suddenly felt a very, very cold presence. And… evil. Just pure evil. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. My heart stopped.

It couldn’t be. They wouldn’t…

I quickly placed a protection bubble around myself—even though it probably wouldn’t do much good if this was really him. The devil.

I looked over to see a man in the lobby. His skin looked like it was starting to fall off his face.

I prayed very hard. Please show up. Please show up.

“Analina, what…” Cas appeared in the car with me. He stopped and glanced over at the building.

I figured he knew. “That’s… that’s the devil in there, isn’t it?”

He grimaced slightly. “Yes. That’s Lucifer.”

I started to get out of the car. Cas pulled on my arm.

“Are you insane? What are you doing?” he asked.

“I have to go in. Dean—”

“Analina, that’s suicide. Even with your power over demons, you are not going to be able to handle what’s going on inside there.”

“But Dean—”

“Stay here. I’ll see if I can help,” he said. In a sound of fluttering feathers, he was gone.

My heart was doing double time. What was Cas going to do? Sam and Dean were both still inside, along with other gods. Gabriel was in there too. But two angels and two ordinary men against all that?

I felt slightly sick.

I stood outside the Impala. My body was shaking. I had to do something. I was about to go inside—against what both angels had said—but I felt Cas again. All of a sudden, Sam, Dean, and Kali appeared outside near the car.

“Get out of here,” Cas said, before disappearing again.

“Cas!” Dean called. “Damn it.”

He came over to the car.

“I’m not getting in that thing,” Kali said defiantly.

“Just get in the car, princess,” Dean said. He nodded for me to do the same.

I jumped in the back seat behind Dean. No one seemed to be hurt that badly. Sam opened the door for Kali, who reluctantly sat beside me. Sam got in the front seat, and we drove off.

ONCE FAR ENOUGH AWAY, WE LET KALI OUT. She wasn’t happy about what had happened. Apparently, Lucifer had killed the majority of the gods in there. Sam and Dean weren’t sure if Cas or Gabriel had made it out. Only time would tell.

We pulled off the highway a little later to regroup. Surely Cas would be back to say he was okay?

It had been a while.

“Do you think they’re okay?” I asked hesitantly. We stood around the Impala, discussing what to do and what had happened.

They both looked unsure.

“I don’t know,” Dean replied, slightly stressed.

I glanced down and remembered the DVD.

“Oh,” I said. I reached back into the Impala and pulled out the DVD. “When Gabriel got me outside, he told me to guard this with my life.”

I handed Dean the DVD. Sam promptly brought out his laptop, and we gathered around the trunk of the car to watch it.

The DVD started with porn music. The screen read: All performers in this film are over the age of 18, have consented to being photographed, and provided proof of age. 18 U.S.C. Section 2257.

The title began just as the DVD said—Casa Erotica 13.

The scene opened with a woman writing in her diary. Did Gabriel really give me porn? I glanced over at the guys.

“Gabriel wanted you to guard this with your life?”

I nodded, confused.

“Maybe he’s a fan. It is a good one,” Dean said.

I glanced at him. He shrugged.

The scene continued with the woman ordering room service, but when the door opened, it was Gabriel—wearing a waiter’s outfit and a fake mustache.

“I’ve got the kielbasa you ordered,” Gabriel said in the film.

Well, this got very disturbing very quickly, I thought. The woman and Gabriel began kissing passionately.

“What the hell’s going on?” Sam asked.

Suddenly, Gabriel turned toward the camera and removed his mustache.

“Sam, Dean, Analina. You’re probably wondering what the hell is going on. Well, if you’re watching this, I’m dead. Oh please! Stop sobbing. It’s embarrassing for all of us. Without me, you’ve got zero shot at killing Lucifer. Sorry! But you can trap him. The cage you sprung Lucifer from is still down there. And maybe, just maybe, you can shove his ass back in. Not that it’ll be easy. You gotta get the cage open, trick my bro back into it. And, uh, oh yeah—avoid Michael and the God squad. But hey, details, right?

And here’s the big secret: Lucifer himself doesn’t even know—the key to the cage. It’s out there. Actually, it’s keys, plural. Four keys. Well, four rings. From the Horsemen. You get them all, you got the cage.

Can’t say I’m betting on you. But, uh, hey! I’ve been wrong before.

And Dean, you were right. I was afraid to stand up to my brother. Not anymore.”

He stood. “So this is me standing up.”

I turned away as I heard him say, “And this is me, lying down…”

Sam shut the laptop, looking disturbed. Dean just stared at it with an awkward expression.

“Horsemen, huh? So we were on the right track. We got two. Collect all four?” Dean said. “All we need is Pestilence and Death.”

“Oh, is that all?” Sam asked.

“It’s a plan. And one that Analina touched on a while back,” Dean said, glancing at me. “At least now we know exactly what we need to do.”

With this news, our spirits were raised. We had a solid plan.

Cas eventually found his way back to us. Gabriel had been left for dead by his brother, but he was still alive. “Barely,” according to Cas. He said Gabriel should survive.

Things were starting to look up—for once.

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