You didn’t know how far you’d run — only that they were still behind you.

Sam and Dean.

Their voices echoing down the alley. Their weapons drawn. Their eyes filled with something that looked too much like betrayal.

They saw your eyes flash black during the fight. And that was all it took.

You crashed through the warehouse doors, heart pounding. And he was already there. Waiting.

Gabriel. Archangel. Trickster. Cosmic pain in the ass.

His smile faded the second he saw your face.

Then the Winchesters burst in.

Gabriel didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. He just stepped in front of you, wings flickering behind his human form like heat off pavement.

“Back off,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “You touch her again… I’ll kill you.”

No jokes. No illusions.

Just wrath. And the kind of protection that only an archangel can promise.