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The Blind Side, 12/?

Title: The Blind Side, 12/?
Author: auntmo9 
Rating: PG-13, for language
Genre and/or Pairing: Gen/Het (Gabriel/OFC)
Spoilers: Spoilers through 6.16 And Then There Were None
Characters: Dean, Sam, Gabriel, Castiel, Bobby, OCs
Word Count: 2965 this chapter; 33,722 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.

I know, it has been almost a month since I last updated. I have not abandoned this fic or run out ideas. I have a plan and an outline. But real life has been very challenging lately for me. I have had both good and difficult things thrown my way, so I appreciate your patience if you are still with me.

And thanks again to jaharper88  for her help in keeping me on track with this story when I have had time to work on it.

Chapters 01 02 03 04 05 06  07 08 09 10  11

“Come on Till,” Gabriel said, concern etched in his voice as he brushed the hair out of the prophet’s face, “I need you to wake up and talk to me.”

“Ga—Gabriel?” Tillie asked as she shook her head. Opening her eyes and seeing nothing, she realized she was awake and no longer in her vision, but that did little to calm her after what she had seen. She could sense Gabriel’s worry permeating the bond they shared, but she could also tell he was holding back at the moment, not wanting to push through the bond and find out for himself what exactly happened.

Tillie sat up slowly, leaning against the archangel for support as she described the two parts of her vision in detail. She began to tremble a little when she came to the end of the vision where she had seen Tessa the reaper. “I think Sam's wall came down...and that is when she showed up...and she could see me...the me that was having the vision."

"Well, that's only slightly unusual,” Gabriel snorted quietly as he cocked an eyebrow. "You sure don't do things by halves, don't you?"

“It is not like I had control over any of this,” Tillie snapped as she ran a hand across her face, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Do you think I wanted to see Tessa?"

"Who is Tessa?"  Jodie asked, walking into the room. Glancing at Tillie, she noticed the other woman sniffling, so she handed her a tissue.

"A reaper,” Gabriel answered as her looked up at the sheriff, frowning slightly at latest complication thrown their way.

Jodie stared at him for a second. "You mean, like the Grim Reaper...like Death?"

"Um, no. Death is the boss of all the reapers. Plural, as in there's more than one of them. They collect people's souls when they die, and deliver them to their afterlife,” Gabriel explained, as the sheriff watch his face twist into an odd look. "Not if you're going to Hell though. That's when the Hellhounds come for you."

"Oh...I thought...well, it is just that Death has been here before,” Jodie stammered as the angel noticed she had a far off look in her eye. “That didn't end well."

Tillie covered her mouth with her hand as she gasped, remembering the horror of all that Jodie had gone through. "Oh, that's right...but that was...different, I think."

"What?" Gabriel asked tersely as he stiffened slightly and looked back and forth between the two women. "When was he here, and what did he do?"

The color drained from Jodie’s face as she grappled with her painful memories. "He...brought my son back to life… but as a zombie. Same thing happened to Singer's wife and several other people in the town... plenty of other folks died, including my husband. According to Singer, I think it had something to do with the Winchesters."

"Of course it would involve those two muttonheads,” Gabriel growled. “When have they ever kept things simple?"

Tillie shook her head and said, “But if I remember correctly, I think it was because Death was being controlled by Lucifer. This happened during the Apocalypse and I think your brother was trying to make a point; that he could get to anyone close to them."

"Wait…His brother? Lucifer, as in the Devil, is his brother, too?” Jodie asked. “Your family is something else.”

"You're preaching to the choir," Gabriel chuckled softly.

"Um, I’m glad that Jodie is all up to speed,” Tillie interrupted. “But that still doesn't help me. Why did I see a reaper in my vision? And why did she see me?  I didn't think visions were a two way street.”

"Well, I don't know,” Gabriel replied, appearing just as perplexed as the two women. “So, why don't we summon her and ask her?"

"You can do that?" Tillie asked in disbelief.

"Hell-o, Archangel, remember?” he said resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “It’s not like you are dealing with the Hardy Boys down the road.”

"And if you summon her, she can't reap anyone while she is here?" Tillie asked hesitantly.

"Not unless I let her,” he assured her. Turning to the sheriff he added, “But, I still don't think that you should be here when we do this. Unless you would rather have us leave, and do it somewhere else. Tillie and I would be fine."

"Well, if you think you can handle things,” Jodie began reluctantly, not exactly thrilled at the idea of having a reaper in her home after all that had just happened. “I haven't been into the station since yesterday, so I can go and check-in to make sure the deputies didn't burn down the place."

"That would probably be a good idea," Gabriel said nodding his head as Jodie left the room to change into her uniform.

Within in a few minutes, she came back into the room to gather the rest of her things. On her way out the door she shot a look at the angel and said, “Stay safe and don’t you burn down the place either.”

Tillie chuckled lightly as the sheriff left before quickly sobering up. “That’s not a possibility is it? I mean, what exactly are you doing to summon Tessa?”

"Well, I'm going to be doing a bit of artwork on the floor,” he replied with a hint of amusement in his voice. “And then I will be burning some incense of the rare and not too nice-smelling variety. So on the off chance I wasn’t careful and we had a repeat of Bessie the Cow in Chicago all those years ago, then yeah it’s a possibility."

"I think I will let you send out the invitation while I hang back and wait for our guest to arrive," Tillie said shaking her head. "I don't want to get in your way and complicate matters."

"Sounds like a good idea." Gabriel replied as he set about drawing symbols on the wall.

Tillie felt momentarily useless and began to nervously twist the hem of her shirt when an atrocious smell reached her nose. She realized that Gabriel must have started to burn the incense. "You were right. That stuff is awful," she coughed.

"Like I said, it's not very pleasant,” Gabriel snorted as he put the finishing touches on the sigils. “Try not to breathe in too much of it if you can. It won't hurt you, but it'll still make you cough like a pack-a-day smoker."

"The stench is quite horrid,” they heard a man drawl from behind Tillie as they whipped around. “Though my nephew isn't exactly known for his ability with fire. Perhaps that is why he is drawn to candy.  It doesn't require cooking on his part. So I brought a snack for all of us. Philly cheese steak sandwich anyone?"

"You? What... you... what are you doing here?" Gabriel exclaimed as he gaped at the older thin man in the dark suit.


Dean stood there for a few moments with an awkward silence hanging between him and Cas before turning to the angel. "I didn't come to you completely out of guilt, Cas," he said. "Sure, if you are in any kind of trouble, then I feel responsible. Why wouldn't I? Most of what you said is true. Hell, I might as well 'fess up. Most of what Tillie said to me was true. But it still doesn't change the fact that you are my friend, almost as close to me as Sam. We shouldn't be cutting each other out of our lives.  I think we all kind of screwed up there."

“I did not cut you out of my life Dean,” Cas protested. “I simply allowed you to live the life you promised Sam you would live, a life with Lisa and Ben.”

“That didn’t mean you couldn’t be my friend,” Dean gritted out. “Sure Sam wanted me to give up hunting. But he didn’t think you would totally walk away from me, too. Or that you wouldn’t need my help. He would have expected us to be there for each other, Cas.”

“That is all irrelevant now, Dean,” Cas sighed. “Sam is back from the Cage and both of you have returned to hunting.”

“And I have still been a lousy friend the whole time,” the hunter replied. “Damn it Cas!  You practically beat the crap out of me before, when I didn’t live up to your expectations and nearly said yes to Michael. But I’ll admit I’ve been a pretty big butthole recently, expecting you to be there at the drop of a hat while ignoring what has been going with in your life.  And you are letting me get away with that crap up until now. What gives?”

Cas looked up at Dean sheepishly. “I…I was afraid,” the angel admitted. “…afraid you would think I ruined everything we worked so hard to stop, everything you and Sam sacrificed so much for to keep from happening. And I have been trying to keep you safe, trying to keep Raphael from using you as a pawn in his war against me.”

“You were afraid I would think it was your fault? Why? Because Raphael got on his high horse and thought he could run the world like almost ever other brother you have had? And he wouldn't be the first dick with wings to try and use me or Sam as some freaking pawn either,” Dean snorted. “You can’t control your brothers Cas. I wouldn’t have blamed you. I am tired of all the secrecy though. I need some answers. Tell me the truth…are you working with a demon, or some other evil bitch like Tillie has seen in her visions?”



Taking a seat next to Tillie, the man who had just arrived in the sheriff’s home answered Gabriel’s question. "You summoned one of my reapers, a reaper that was not only seen by a prophet during a vision, but could see her in return. I was...intrigued."

"Of course…of course, just my luck," the angel muttered under his breath shaking his head. “Nothing ever goes as planned.”

"Gabriel...stop it!” Tillie hissed, grabbing his hand as he sat down next to her.  “Be nice to our guest… especially since he appears to be related to you!"

"Well, it is nice to know someone knows how to be hospitable,” the man answered with a tight smile. “I am glad that resurrection I allowed didn't go to waste. I would offer to shake your hand, my dear, but I am afraid that wouldn’t end very well for you."

“Death…allowed her resurrection?’ Gabriel managed to sputter out with a startled look on his face. “I think Dad might have something to say about that.”

"So if you are intrigued by all this,” Tillie interrupted, ignoring Gabriel, “does that mean you don't know why Tessa could see me?"

"You my dear, are unique,” Death tutted as he opened his sandwich. “A prophet, born in a different dimensioned, died, transported here and resurrected. You have a different aura about you. You will be noticed by many supernatural beings, especially by my reapers."

"Did you come here just to make remarks about her oddities,” Gabriel sighed staring at Death pointedly. “Or do you actually want to tell us something useful?"

"Well, she has been having visions about someone working with your brother," Death remarked casually as he dabbed his napkin at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, but I haven't been able to see her face yet," Tillie said. “So we haven’t been able to figure out who it is or how to stop them. Are you really going to help us? Why would you want to do that?”

"No, of course haven’t been able to see her. Why would anything ever be that clear cut?” he answered with a light chuckle. “Let's just say that if she is successful in her plans, the balance of power shifts in the universe and the natural order of things is disturbed. So is in my best interest to help you.” As he waved his hand over the table, the remains of his meal disappeared and a large scythe arrived in its place.

Gabriel let a low whistle. "Can't say that I've seen that puppy in a while."

A look of confusion crossed Tillie’s. "What...what is it?"

"It's his Scythe. It's capable of killing pretty much anything," the archangel answered quietly as his eyes flick up to meet Death’s stony expression. "If I remember correctly, including you."

“It will kill almost anything,” Death corrected him, “including her. Much easier than trying to dredge up Phoenix ashes at this late hour."

"You're joking," he gasped as his eyes widened in realization at who exactly it was that Tillie had been seeing in her vision.

 "Do I strike you as the sort of gentlemen who has a stand-up routine?" the older man asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Who the hell was insane enough to let her out?!" Gabriel sputtered in horror as he stood up and began to pace back and forth.

"Okay, could the two of you please stop talking in code,” Tillie pleaded.  “Let who out?"

"Some moron let Eve, the mother of all the freaking monsters in the world, out of Purgatory," Gabriel replied as his eye twitched in anger.

"Oh...OH....the virgin and dragon episode,” Tillie said a look of understanding dawned across her face. She then broke out into a fit of giggles, which only seemed to confuse the two men in the room. “You should have seen Dean trying to pull the sword out of the stone. He couldn’t do it. He had to use explosives and ended up with only half a sword."

“He is rather….persistent when he sets his mind to something, isn’t he?” the older man observed.

“Yes, he is” Tillie chuckled while Gabriel only scowled at the thought of the Winchesters screwing yet another thing up. The woman suddenly sobered up as she realized they had been talking about the mother of all monsters. "I didn't recognize her voice...I don’t think she spoke much if at all in that episode...they only showed her face at the end…I wish I could have been more helpful."

“You have shared every vision you’ve had,” Gabriel pointed out. “That is all you are supposed to do.”

“Well, I think I have done everything I came to do,” Death said as he stood to leave.

“No, wait,” Tillie interrupted. “There is one more thing you can do.” Both men stared at her in surprise as she continued. “Leave Jodie Mills alone. Make sure she gets through this alive.”

“Now why would I promise you that?” he asked her coolly. “I am not under any obligation to do you a favor.”

“I am not asking you to do it for me,” she answered simply. “The last time you were here, you tortured that woman. You brought her son back from the dead as a zombie who killed her husband. She had to see them both die. You weren’t doing that because it was something that had to be done for the grander scheme. You were doing it because Lucifer was trying to send the Winchesters a message. You didn’t even have a say in it. You were under his thumb at the time. From where I am sitting, seems to me you owe her, not me.”

“Well, it was a rather distasteful experience. I will consider your proposition,",” the man sighed as he turned to leave. “And Gabriel, I expect to get my Scythe back when you are done.”

“Gotta love FedEx. They’ll ship anything to anyone,” the angel whispered to Tillie. As Death disappeared he let out a low whistle. “You know, not many people get away with standing up to him like that, demanding he keep someone alive.”

"Well, I took the risk because I believed I was right," the woman said. "He didn't have a choice in what he did to Jodie before. Now he does."



Castiel gaped at Dean for what seemed like minutes before answering. “You don’t seriously believe I would be working with a demon do you?”

“Well, I have to admit, I can’t think of too many other reasons why she would see you in her vision, Cas,” Dean pointed out as he looked intently at his friend.

“Dean, I have no reason to be working with them. I have fought along side of you to destroy them,” Cas reminded his friend. “You of all people should realize that angels are capable of influencing visions. Have you forgotten that Zachariah did just that to Chuck before?"

“So? What would that mean?” Dean asked. "Are you saying Tillie is having false visions? Because she already had at least one that has come true."

“Not entirely, Dean. But Gabriel had mentioned that Raphael was trying to convince him to join him in his efforts to restart the Apocalypse,” Cas said. “I am convinced Gabriel has no interest in helping Raphael. But it is possible that Raphael might tampered with her visions are in order to change Gabriel's mind.”

“Alright, well, if Raphael is influencing Tillie’s visions, then we need to warn them," Dean replied as he features finally relaxed slightly. "But that still doesn’t answer all of my questions. If you aren’t working with demons, why in the hell did you kiss Meg? I mean, you can tell the bitch is a demon wearing a meatsuit, right?”

“I wanted to see if the pizza man was correct," the angel answered with a slight smile. "And she was the first female candidate I came across. I did not think you would appreciate it if I practiced on either you or Sam."



( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 14th, 2011 03:50 am (UTC)
"Sure, if you are in any kind of trouble, then I feel responsible. Why wouldn't I? Mot of what you said is true."

I think you meant "most of what ..."

I think there was one more small mistake but sorry, I forgot what it was. I think you should be able to catch it if you reread them.

Otherwise, a great update! It's great that Death thought of Gabriel as his nephew.
Aug. 14th, 2011 04:04 am (UTC)
Thanks! I fixed it!

I am glad you enjoyed it!
Aug. 15th, 2011 09:20 am (UTC)
Loved Death! He's always awesome. And loved how he called Gabe nephew.

Oh and Cas is a lying SOB... *grumble*
Aug. 15th, 2011 12:40 pm (UTC)
Death is great, isn't her? But as for Cas, don't forget the conversation that Raphael had with Eve in chapter 7....
Aug. 15th, 2011 01:54 pm (UTC)
Her? You mean Him, right? Hehe... hmm... oh right... still shady... but okay, now I checked back :)
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