Title: The Blind Side
Rating: PG-13, for language
Genre and/or Pairing: Gen, with hints of Het (Gabriel/OFC)
Spoilers: Spoilers through 6.16 And Then There Were None
Characters: Dean, Sam, Gabriel, Castiel, Bobby, OCs
Word Count: 3238 this chapter, 19,256 overall (so far)
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.
Summary: When Gabriel returns from another dimension with a new prophet, he not only has to help with the mess that he finds that the Winchesters and Castiel are in, but with the consequences of his own actions. Sequel to Gabriel, Interrupted.
A/N: Again, while it will contain spoilers for all episodes aired through 6.16, it is definitely going AU from there. Thanks tojaharper88 for her help and brainstorming with me on this chapter. Without her help, this chapter would remain unfinished This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Gabriel returned to Bobby’s after his conversation with Cas in a foul mood. The fact that he couldn’t sense Tillie in the house only increased his agitation. He did manage to find Dean lounging on the couch watching television, while Sam was reading a book with his feet up on Bobby’s desk just a few feet away. Walking up behind the couch, he leaned over the back of it and attempted to intimidate its occupant. "Where the hell is Tillie?" he growled.
"What's got your panties in a wad? Are your spidey senses on the fritz?” the hunter snapped back, irritated that Gabriel had interrupted his viewing of Dr. Sexy, M.D., even if it was a rerun. “She went shopping for some clothes, seeing how you didn't bother to bring any of her things over from her reality."
"Yeah, well it's not like packing our bags was on my immediate agenda when Luci was breathing down our necks,” Gabriel said glowering at Dean. Turning to Sam he said with a wave of his hand in the air, “Besides, I thought you could order some things for her, you know, on that laptop of yours.”
“That takes time,” Sam explained looking up from his book as he turned a page. “Just because it is easy to order something online doesn’t mean that it gets here quickly. She needed things today. She's been wearing the same thing since she got here...the same thing she died in. Had you forgotten that?"
"Yeah,” Dean interjected, looking up at Gabriel now that the commercial break had come up. “You think that even you would have had the brains to have snapped up a few things for her once you got here and you were out of immediate danger.”
Gabriel reached over and flicked Dean on the forehead, causing him to wince. "Look at it this way, chucklehead, what you seem to be forgetting is that she didn’t want me to just do things for her without asking. She needs to do some of this stuff herself. She's blind now, and all of a sudden she has to rely on other people for what she used to be able to do herself. So give me a freaking break, okay?”
“So what, now you have seen the light all of a sudden?” Sam asked. “Because before you were about creating canes and computers out of thin air without getting input from her.”
“I think he got hit by the cane one time too many,” Dean snickered. “That light he is seeing is probably stars from the concussion.”
Gabriel chose to ignore the banter between the two brothers, but did eye them crankily before continuing. "So who's she with, and how'd they get there? Please don’t tell me she went with Singer. While I am sure she is the only one in this house that could make a flannel shirt and baseball cap look good, I doubt that is what she wants to wear."
“Yeah, but seeing some of the fake chicks you have hung out with, I don’t think she would like anything you would pick out either,” Dean snickered. “Anyway, Bobby is out on a towing job so he couldn’t take her even if he wanted to…like that would ever happen.”
Seeing Gabriel start to scowl, Sam intervened. “So it is probably good that the sheriff took her shopping in her car…Sheriff Jodie Mills. She is a good sheriff and a good woman. She knows what we do and has helped Bobby out a time or two. Tillie is in good hands with her.”
Gabriel sighed and ran a hand through his hair. For now, the muttonheads seemed to be right. Tillie didn’t seem to be in distress, so he would just wait here until she got back. He plopped down on the couch next to Dean, ignoring the hunter’s offended look at having to share his space, and settled in to watch Dr. Sexy. He even snapped up a Dove bar to enjoy during the show.
"You did what?' Raphael bellowed as the angel shoved the woman up against the wall. "How could you be so stupid?"
"Is this foreplay, or are you just breaking that new body of yours in?" the woman purred, as she patted Raphael's new vessel on the cheek. "I meant no harm...well, not yet anyway. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about over a silly little human. She wasn't even that remarkable."
"It was still a foolish risk," Raphael grumbled shoving her hand away. "You may have just tipped our hand to the Winchesters, and the angels with them."
"The Winchesters?" she laughed. "They are hardly a threat...they could barely handle my newest child, and a tiny little thing that was. Such a shame I left the honor of naming it up to them before they killed it. A mother should never do that to one of her children. They couldn't even bother coming up with an original name for my child. They named it after made up monster first seen on a pathetic form of human entertainment."
"And you, Eve, are more concerned about your dead children than the people who could bring an end to you," Raphael remarked darkly.
"All I did was hand her an item she dropped off the floor. I could have been anyone. She will never know it was me." Eve gave Raphael a piercing look in an attempt to control her own anger at the angel's effort to so casually toss her children aside. “Besides, we both agreed to enter into this arrangement because it has benefits for the two of us,” Eve snarled. “You needed to distract you little brother from your attempts release your older siblings from the Cage. And I…I have grown weary of my children being considered second-class citizens, even lower than those filth that are demons. You promised me that if you win your precious Apocalypse, I shall rule Hell in addition to Purgatory so my family has room to grow. Now is not the time for you to be disregarding my children, angel, or I might start to wonder if you will honor our deal.”
"She is a prophet," Raphael argued, choosing to ignore her comments about their pact. "You knew my Father, and still, you do not understand how He chooses to work in this world? All she needs to do is hear your voice in a dream, and she can connect you to the woman she encountered in the store."
"He has been gone all of this time and you are not ready to admit that your Father is no longer working in this world?" Eve asked nonchalantly, once again touching the angel, this time trailing her hand down the vessel's chest. "So she figures out that I am in this game, as if the Winchesters didn't already know that. Besides, I thought you said you had worked it out so that whenever you showed up in one of her visions; your image would be replaced by the other angel, their friend...Castiel, so that she would think it was him working with me, not you. You have already confused the issue for them...Why are you so worried?"
“If the prophet figures out that it was you who paid her a visit, and it was you she is seeing in her visions, the Winchesters won’t be your only concern,” Raphael explained. “You will have to deal with my brother Gabriel. He is sworn to protect her.”
“I can easily handle one angel,” Eve drawled. “A fact you would do well to remember.”
Raphael refused to answer the vile creature standing before him, for now, as an equal partner in this dangerous game. But the archangel knew his brothers. A simply trick such a changing the prophet's visions would only buy them so much time before Gabriel figured out what was really going on.
No sooner had Jodie’s car come to a stop than Tillie’s door was flung open and a hand grabbed hers to assist her out of the vehicle. “Tillie, are you alright?” Gabriel asked, his voice full of concern, clearly aware at least of her uneasiness over the odd encounter with the woman at the store who seemingly disappeared into thin air. Of course, he wouldn’t have even had to speak for Tillie to know it was him. It wasn’t just the bond. No, her senses had been assaulted the moment he had open the door and the scent she had come to associate with the archangel greeted her.
If anyone had asked her before she had actually met the angel, or even before she had gone blind, she would have laid money on the fact that he would smell of chocolate, with maybe some underlying hints of coffee. And she did get a brief whiff of chocolate on his breath. No surprise there, as he hardly went more than a couple of hours without indulging in the treat. But no, instead he reminded her of the state fairs she used to go to when she was a child. He held the allure of cotton candy, lemonade and best pie contests, along with whispers of earthiness that suggested petting zoos and throngs of people that somehow seemed fitting for both a former pagan god and the archangel who brought messages of his Father’s promises to humanity.
“I’m fine,” Tillie answered with a tight smile, as she got out of the car. But Gabriel knew that something was bothering her and a look at the sheriff, a woman he had never met, only confirmed that.
“You’re not going to tell him?” Jodie challenged the other woman as she reached in the back seat to pull out the packages, and nodded a greeting to Sam and Dean who had come outside to stand on the front porch.
“Tell me what?” Gabriel asked, as his eyes narrowed at the sheriff. “What happened?”
“Nothing really,” Tillie sighed, placing her hand on the archangel’s arm in an effort to calm him down. “It was just some strange woman…”
“Jodie Mills,” the sheriff said introducing herself to the archangel as she carried the bags up the stairs as Tillie and Gabriel followed. “I had to leave her for a moment because I left my purse behind. Tillie says there was a woman who talked to her briefly, but when I got back, there was no one there.”
“What did she say?” Sam asked, suddenly just as curious as Gabriel about who this could be.
“Not much,” Tillie admitted. “She just handed me something I dropped. But her voice sounded familiar to me…and she called me unique…I…I think she might have just disappeared before Jodie got back.”
“I don’t like it,” Gabriel said through gritted teeth. “Not one bit.”
“Of course you don’t,” Tillie said, shaking her head. “But can we talk about it later, please? I finally have new, clean clothes and I would love to take a shower.”
Gabriel decided not push the issue anymore right now where Tillie was concerned. He could discuss it with her later, and maybe, while she was upstairs talk to the chuckleheads to see if they had any ideas about who it could have been.
“So, he’s the…” Jodie began nodding her head towards Gabriel as she set Tillie’s packages on the floor.
“Yeah, he is,” Tillie replied, with a smile. “Thanks so much for your help today, Jodie. It’s was nice spending time with you and good getting to know you better.”
“You, too. And you’re welcome…anytime you need anything, just give me a call,” the sheriff said before leaving.
“I’m the what?” Gabriel called after Tillie as she walked up the stairs to go get her shower.
“The nuisance,” Dean answered with a wry smile. “I’m sure that’s what they were talking about. So…who do think showed up to check out the prophet at the store?”
“I don’t know,” Gabriel answered with a scowl. “Tillie said her voice sounded familiar, but still, it could be anyone.”
“Huh…you don’t think…” Sam wondered, sitting back down at Bobby’s desk and picking up his book again. “Tillie has seen our lives played out on that show in her world…so maybe that is where she heard the voice. You don’t think maybe…could it be…well, Meg?”
“Why the hell would you think it was Meg over any of the other demon skanks that have entered our lives?” Dean asked, a frown causing his forehead to crease.
“Because she came back into our lives a few months ago,” Sam replied. “When she helped us track down Crowley before Cas killed him.”
Dean stared at his brother. “How do you even remember that?” he grumbled. “That was before you got your soul back!”
“I…I had a dream,” Sam said sheepishly. “It was fuzzy on the details, and I know how you feel about me not remembering that stuff. But I wanted to know. I felt like I needed to know. So I asked Bobby, and Cas was here, too. You were sleeping. But they both filled me in on some of what happened.”
Gabriel had only been listening to this in passing until Cas was mentioned. “Wait a minute, you worked with Meg and Cas to track down Crowley and kill him? Just how closely did Meg and Cas work together?”
“I don’t think Meg and Cas would have been working together if we hadn’t asked for Meg’s help,” Dean said, sticking up for his friend.
“Well, except that…that kiss was really odd Dean,” Sam pointed out. “You do have to admit that came out of left field.”
“Cas kissed Meg?” Gabriel exclaimed, as alarm bells were ringing in his head. He wondered what in the hell had possessed his brother to do that, considering all angels could actually see the true nature of those depraved creatures, and not just the vessel they were wearing. “Since when does my little brother kiss demons?”
“Well, in his defense, he had been watching porn earlier in the day,” Dean said looking at Gabriel. “He must take after you in that regard. You must be so proud.”
Pride, however, was the last thing Gabriel was feeling at the moment. Unfortunately, he had learned more about his brother today than he had cared to.
Tillie was so relieved to finally be able to take a shower and have clean clothes to dress in that she didn’t grumble much at the mess that Dean had left behind in the upstairs hall bath. She fumbled around as she got herself organized, and when she eventually stepped into the water, she allowed herself to be immersed into hot, beating spray to the exclusion of all else. No thoughts of angels, other dimensions or people coming after her. She was so lost in washing away her troubles that she didn’t hear the brief beating of wings as she finished up her shower and turned off the water. Opening the shower curtain in order to grab a towel, she was shocked to be greeted by an oddly familiar voice.
"Hmm and here I've been wasting my time on a ménage a douze,” a man with a slightly French accent drawled. “When there is a brand new prophet right here, wafting in eau de salvage yard.”
Tillie screamed in surprise and grabbed the shower curtain in an effort to cover herself. As she tried to step back from the voice, she stumbled, falling unceremoniously on her ass, pulling the shower curtain down with her. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in here?” she yelled.
“Ah, well, still I think the proper thing would be to introduce myself after all,” the man said, offering a hand to Tillie, who didn’t reach up to grab it as she tried to keep herself covered. “Balthazar at your disposal...and I am here because you are the latest thing. After all, there hasn’t been one of you in awhile, not since before Mikey and Luci got thrown in the Cage anyway."
Having heard her screams form downstairs, Gabriel appeared on the landing at the top of the stairs, then charged into the bathroom. "Tillie, what the hell is going-?!" Gabriel stopped in mid-step when he saw Balthazar, eyes narrowing at his younger brother.
“Oh, look,” Balthazar said, rather bored. “It is the charge of the light brigade.”
"Oh no, I am not in the mood for this crap," Gabriel scowled as he turned his attention to the woman in the shower, who was currently desperately trying to scramble to her feet while keeping the shower curtain strategically placed. "Tillie, are you okay?"
"Do I look okay to you?" she snapped as she finally managed to get to her feet.
Forgetting for a moment that Balthazar was in the room and that because of the bond, Tillie knew exactly what he was thinking, Gabriel took a second to dwell on the fact that she looked more than okay to him. Despite the fact that she was inelegantly wrapped in a blue plastic shower curtain and some strands of wet hair were sticking to her face, the color of the shower curtain looked good on her and her hair still fell in waves around her face. He also realized he was seeing more of her than he had ever seen. If he had been alone with her, well, he might have something different to say. Instead, he just smirked and cocked an eyebrow. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
Still, it was enough to cause her to turn beet red, more so because she knew his thoughts than anything else. Trying not to embarrass her further, Gabriel turned around and seized Balthazar by the front of his shirt, drawing him closer. "You. Out. Now. I think we need to talk."
"What did I do?” Balthazar asked, pretending to be innocent in the matter. “I am just an ordinary angel, passing through, who happened upon a prophet..."
"OUT!" Gabriel bellowed.
"Fine, fine...but what if she needs help?” Balthazar responded, waving a hand in the air, nonchalantly. “Are you prepared to leave her in here all alone?"
Gabriel was not prepared to try to kill another one of his brothers, but he was getting there fast. In fact, Balthazar was fairly lucky that a look from an archangel couldn’t hurt him; otherwise he would be little more than a pile of ash on the tile floor right now. Taking a deep breath, Gabriel turned to Tillie. "Do you need any help?"
"If you both don't get out now,” Tillie said through gritted teeth as she was feeling around for a bar of soap. “You will be the ones who need help!"
"Ah then, so I was wrong,” Balthazar claimed. “Wouldn't be the first time."
"Guess that answers that one.” Gabriel replied as he started to drag him towards the door.
"Nice meeting you then,” Balthazar said over his shoulder as Gabriel was pulling him out of the bathroom. “Perhaps we could have tea sometime." As they were leaving, Tillie lobbed the soap in his direction in a moment of frustration, hitting him the keister. "Ouch, that hurt!"
Making one final yank to get Balthazar out into the hallway as he closed the door behind him, Gabriel quipped, "Looks like you just dropped the soap. Now what the hell are you doing here?!"