Scene: The Elysian Fields Hotel – Bloodied hallways, gods scattered, tension crackling in the air. You stand with Dean and Sam, eyes locked on Gabriel as he blocks the door to go after Lucifer.

You: “Gabriel, don’t be stupid. You can’t take him alone.”

Gabriel turns, his usual smirk missing, replaced by something… quieter. Older.

Gabriel: “I’ve spent millennia running from my family, sweetheart. At some point, you stop running. Especially when they’re about to blow up the world.”

You step closer, jaw clenched, refusing to back down even with the archangel towering over you.

You: “So what, you’re just gonna play martyr now? That’s not your style, Gabe.” Your voice cracks slightly “You said you weren’t like them…”

Gabriel: (softly) “I’m not. Not really. But I am their brother. And Lucifer—he was mine before he was your enemy.”

He pauses, eyes sweeping over your face. Something flickers in them—regret, warmth, something that looks an awful lot like fear. Not for himself. For you.

Gabriel: “You and your brothers… you reminded me what family’s supposed to be. I forgot. Until you.”

You shake your head, stepping in his way. Dean and Sam tense behind you, but they don’t stop you. This isn’t their fight anymore—it’s yours.

You: “Then stay. Fight with us. Don’t leave me like this.”

Gabriel: (sighs, voice low) “You know I’d choose you if I could. But this… this is the only way I can help you now. Buy you some time. Maybe enough to stop him.”

He reaches up, brushing a strand of bloodied hair from your cheek with a tenderness that doesn’t belong to a trickster. Not to a god. But to someone who actually cares.

Gabriel: “If I don’t come back…”

You: (cutting him off, voice shaking) “Then I’ll never forgive you.”

Gabriel: (smiling sadly) “That’s my girl.” “But you’ll survive. You always do.”

And then—he’s gone. Just a flutter of wings and the rush of angelic air. Off to face a brother he can’t save, leaving you behind with a heart heavier than any prophecy.

You: No! Gabriel God damnit it! You bang on the doors, your brothers pull you away from it, dragging you to the car He’s going to kill Gabe! Let me go! You struggle against Sam and Dean as they drag you out of the hotel

The Impala sits under a flickering streetlight, its glossy black frame coated in ash and dust. Sam’s got one arm around you, Dean’s got the other, dragging you toward the car as smoke still curls from the ruins behind you. Your fists slam into Dean’s chest, but he doesn’t let go. Not yet.

You: “You didn’t even let me stop him! We could’ve done something—anything!”

Dean: “You think I wanted that? You think this doesn’t suck for me too?!”

Sam: (softly) “He made his choice. You know that.”

You: (yelling) “I didn’t get to say goodbye!”

You rip yourself from their grip, stumbling backward, eyes red and wide. The silence is crushing. Until—

“PST!”

All three of their heads whip to the backseat of the Impala. Gabriel, alive and well sitting the back of the Impala

Gabriel: “Are you three just going to stand there or are we getting the hell out of dodge?”