Gabriel, Interrupted 15/15

[auntmo9]

Title: Gabriel, Interrupted
Author:auntmo9 
Rating: PG-13 for language
Genre and/or Pairing: Gen, no pairings
Spoilers: Spoilers through Hammer of the Gods, AU after that
Characters: Gabriel, OCs
Word Count: 2000, this part; 33923 for the entire fic
Summary:When Lucifer stabbed Gabriel, he didn't die. He ended up in a different dimension. One in which he has all of his memories, but none of his powers. A dimension where people think he is crazy and needs psychiatric help. A dimension where Supernatural is just a TV show.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.

 

Chapters   01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05 │ 06    │ 07  │ 08│ 09 │ 10│ 11│12│13│ 14

Gabriel didn’t relish fighting his older brother anymore than his counterpart from another dimension did. Fortunately, he only needed to try to keep him distracted for a little while. He tackled Lucifer in attempt to draw his attention away from Tillie. But Lucifer quickly gained the upper hand by rolling the two of them over.

“Don’t be fooled by thinking I won’t get my own hands dirty Gabriel,” Lucifer sneered as he strangled his brother. “Just because I don’t want to hurt you doesn’t mean I will hesitate to do so.”

 Gabriel grabbed Lucifer’s hands that were gripping his throat, pulled them away and threw Lucifer up against the wall. “You’re a fool if you think you can get rid of me that easily,” Gabriel said as he stood up.

Meanwhile, once Tillie had shoved Meg into Castiel’s arms, Meg quickly wormed her way out again by jamming her knee into his groin, causing him to double over. Meg turned around to go after Tillie, grabbing her by the hair. Tillie cried out in pain, but Tillie seized Meg’s hands and held them closer to her head so she couldn’t pull on her hair any tighter. As Tillie was trying to turn around within Meg’s grasp, she felt Meg go still, and heard a voice grumble “Let her go, now!” She felt the grip on her hair release and as she backed away she turned and saw that Castiel had captured Meg with one arm around her waist and the other with his sword at her throat.

Tillie moved away from the two of them, only to find herself smack in the middle of Lucifer and Gabriel. Just as Lucifer reached for her, Tillie clutched both sides of her head and fell to the floor.

 

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Tillie’s head had been hurting bad enough as it was all day and now she was in the middle of ground zero for the WWE Smackdown angel style. That demon bitch Meg pulling on her hair was not helping. She wanted to find a quiet place to go lay down, but she didn’t think that was going to happen. As she tried to keep Meg from yanking all of her hair out, she could hear Cas in the background and all of sudden she was free. She turned around and backed away, only to see Lucifer lunging for her.

Her headache had been getting worse throughout the morning, the pounding moving to the back of her head, pulsing louder than her own heart despite the chaos surrounding her. But then, as if it were possible, the pain in her head got worse. The throbbing grew to a crescendo and then it exploded, causing Tillie to drop to her knees. The detonation inside her head set off a cascade of smaller fireworks of pain throughout her brain and her vision went from seeing tiny flashes of lights to nothing but a blur. As the barrage of pain faded, Tillie felt a cool sensation spread from her scalp down through the rest of her body before everything faded to black.

 

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Gabriel continued to struggle in vain against Michael as he watched the conflict unfold through the group home window. While his primary concern was Tillie, he couldn’t help but wonder why it was always him, or one of “him” that had to go up against Lucifer. Wasn’t that Michael’s job? Not that he wanted his brothers to fight. In fact, he hated it. That is why he left Heaven in the first place. But somehow, he always ended up fighting with Luci anyway.

But all of those thoughts disappeared when he saw Tillie collapse to the floor. He immediately stilled. He had suspected something like this, but to see it actually happen and to be powerless to do anything in this world left him cold.

“It’s time,” Michael said, interrupting Gabriel thoughts. “You’re going to your world now, and when you get there, your Grace will be fully restored.” Michael waved his hand across Gabriel, and he was gone.

 

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Gabriel turned to see Lucifer make a grab for Tillie, only to have her fall to her knees in front of their eyes. Seconds later, she was unconscious on the ground.

“I had nothing to do that,” Lucifer claimed, backing away from the woman. Gabriel didn’t even bother to answer, for he had been expecting this since he was first assigned this mission. But it didn’t mean he was any less saddened to see it happen. He leaned down beside Tillie to check, just to make sure. But as he did so, she completely disappeared. He leapt back, startled at this change in events.

“And that? Did you have anything to do with that?” Gabriel accused Lucifer.

“What would I need with a dead body?” Lucifer sneered.

“I think it is time you and your lackey leave,” Gabriel demanded. “There is nothing more for you here and if you decide to stick around it will be at your own peril.” Without another word, Lucifer and Meg disappeared, just as Michael returned.

Looking around, he was more surprised at the fact that Tillie was gone than he was that Lucifer and Meg had departed. “Where is she?” he demanded to know. “She isn’t supposed to be gone yet!”

For the first time, Castiel spoke. “I warned you not to underestimate our guest, brother. He used Kali to help concoct a back-up plan for both of them.”

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Tillie opened her eyes. Wherever she was, it was all white and terribly bright. Thank goodness her head no longer hurt or this would be torture. Off in the distance she saw a figure walking toward her. As the person got closer, she could tell it was a man wearing a white shirt and jeans with a beard, holding a beer in his hand.

“Oh God,” she moaned, holding her head in her hands.

“That’s the general idea,” he answered with a smirk.

“Chuck? Really?” Tillie pleaded. “I mean, I never really bought that idea on the show.”

“Yeah, neither did I,” he replied. “But this is about what is familiar to you, just like everything else you have seen so far.”

“Well, I suppose it is better than man with a long beard and a white robe like the pictures from Sunday school,” she sighed. “I never bought that idea either. I always figured God was bigger than that. So, is this Heaven? It seems….empty.”

“No, it isn’t Heaven and it isn’t Iowa either,” he explained. “It is more like a waiting room, until you move on to your next…assignment. Your time in your world is done. My kids there showed you that. But I didn’t have them tell you that you have work to do elsewhere.”

Tillie didn’t want to ask. She didn’t think she needed to ask. If she had been writing fiction about things that were actually happening in Gabriel’s world, she had a pretty strong suspicion about where she was going and what she would be doing.

“Yeah, you’re right about all of that,” he said. Tillie gulped. She shouldn’t be surprised that God could read her mind, but it was still awkward. At least her thoughts were pretty straight forward right now.

“That’s not all you need to know,” he admitted, looking down and shuffling his feet nervously. Great, she thought. What was so bad that God was nervous about telling her?

“Oh, I guess I am not nervous,” he laughed. “It is more of an embodiment of Chuck’s characteristics.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “My own prodigal son figured out that he was going home, and that you weren’t all that healthy. He involved Kali in a scheme to take you home with him, so he could heal you when you got there. But there will be side effects, for both of you. He didn’t know I was already planning on sending you there anyway.” And then, he continued to explain exactly what it was that Gabriel and Kali had done.

“What!” Tillie yelled at him. “How could you let this happen?!”

He shrugged his shoulders. “My kids have free will, too. Gabriel sort of paved the way for all of that. And it didn’t really interfere with my overall plans. In fact, as much as the side effects might be difficult to work through, in the end, it will help my plans in that dimension, not hurt them, so I’m good with it.”

Tillie shook her head and sighed. Clearly angels didn’t fall far from the tree. “So will I remember all of this when I show up there? Because I would really like to kick his ass for not even asking me or telling me about this.”

“Nope, sorry,” he said, “You will show up in that reality the same way you left yours. Some of your memories from this time in the waiting room will gradually come back. But when you first get there, you will have no recollections of being here. You won’t even be…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…I get it,” Tillie sighed. “Let’s get this show on the road. I would like to get back to life sometime soon.”

 

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Dean Winchester sat on the couch at Bobby’s house channel surfing. He was bored out of his ever loving mind. He and Sam and stopped here a few days ago to do some research and take a quick break, and they hadn’t been able to leave because of a late winter snow that hadn’t let up. He had watched just about everything he could stomach on television and now it was down to a choice between watching some lame cheerleading movie called Fired Up, or reading a book. Both would lead to endless ribbing from his brother and Bobby. But maybe the book could be classified as research. But still, cheerleaders…

As Sam walked into the room to join him, they heard a clap of thunder that startled them both.

“What the hell was that?” Dean exclaimed.

“Thunder, you idjit,” Bobby answered as he followed Sam.

“In the snow?” Sam asked

“Ain’t you ever heard of thundersnow?” Bobby said. “It’s a thunderstorm in the snow.”

“And it is very rare,” Castiel said, as he appeared in the living room. “It shouldn’t be occurring in these conditions. Something else is happening.”

“Whoa, Cas,” Dean said. “Nice to see you, too.”

Just then, another crack of thunder could be heard, this time much closer. The lights in the house flickered out, and when they came back on, a woman with dark brown hair lay crumpled in the middle of the floor.

Sam was the first one to reach her, and as he rolled her over he stammered, “I…I think she’s dead.”

“Cas, who is she and why is her dead ass here?” Dean demanded.

“I have no answers to that Dean. I just sensed something highly unusual. Something from outside our world, in fact, in this area and I came to investigate.”

Sam noticed a locket around her neck and took a closer look. “I might not know why she is here,” Sam said. “But this locket has her name on it. Ethel…Ethel Chambers.”

At the mention of her name, Castiel gripped his head, cried out and fell to his knees. Dean rushed to his side, “Cas, man. Are you okay?”

The sky roared with thunder once again, this time shaking the very foundations of the house. A bright flash appeared in the center of the room and the humans had to shield their eyes. As it dissipated, they saw one of the last people they ever expected to see again.

 “Move out of the way, Sammy,” Gabriel commanded. “I’ve got work to do. Resurrection is hard enough with out your Gigantor limbs in the way.”

 The three men just gaped at the archangel as he made his way across the room liked he owned the place and began the work he had planned back in another dimension.

A/N: So, again, thank you for all your feedback and support. Gabriel’s story of life in another dimension is over at this point. But I have left the door open for more stories to be told. It will just be in a different, separate fic. It should be starting soon.

To the Sequel

 

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[tawg.livejournal.com]

Ugh, sorry about my html fail in my comment. That's what I get for trying to be clever... I've got the first chapter of 'The Blind Side' bookmarked, and I'm keeping an eye on the Gabriel comms, so I'll start reading when it's finished :)