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Gabriel, Interrupted 13/?

Title: Gabriel, Interrupted
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: 2222, this part
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.

A/N: Sorry it has been longer than I expected since I last updated. But I did have a wonderful vacation in Colorado, and then I have been busy catching up with real life since I returned.

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Despite having the benefit of an archangel sleeping aid, Tillie still had a fitful sleep. Gabriel only helped her fall asleep. He hadn’t truly healed her of her headache. And there isn’t really anything restful about sleeping when you were dreaming that you had a headache for the simple fact that you actually do have one. That, and her dreams were also flooded with strange images. Images of a storm, a war, and a struggle to find her way in the darkness.

Then the dreams began to change. She felt a burn within her. Deeper than a fever, it felt as though it came from within her soul. And the images shifted to emotions, emotions and memories. Memories that were not her own. The deep connection and happiness that came to being with a family that loved one another. The hurt and confusion associated when that family fought. The betrayal and abandonment that came when they broke apart and the utter despair and loneliness of a runaway. The dreams shifted once again to the quiet hope at the possibility of finding another family, only to have to those hopes dashed by more betrayal and loneliness. Despair, loneliness and pain that were covered by jokes, tricks, cruelty and judgment over the years in the attempt to fill a bottomless void.

Tillie woke up gasping for breath as the burning within her faded to the furthest reaches of her awareness without entirely disappearing. It was replaced by the throbbing in the right side of her head that felt like someone was trying to drive an ice pick through her eye clear to the back of her skull. She saw that Gabriel was standing over her, watching her. She didn’t it even bother to acknowledge him, let alone ask him for assistance. She knew what this day ultimately held in store for her. She might as well get it started.

She headed to the kitchen and took the medication that would at least make her functional, even if it wouldn’t relieve the pain. She swallowed down some toast, which was all she could stomach, before heading out the door, Gabriel following closely behind her.

“There is something different about you this morning,” he mentioned, as they were on their way to the group home.

“You mean like the fact that I still have a killer headache which you didn’t actually heal?” Tillie growled.

“The headache…I can’t…” Gabriel tried to explain.

"Yeah, I know,” Tillie answered. “But it’s really hard to be gracious about anything when you feel like crap.”

"But it wasn’t the headache I was talking about,” Gabriel said as he reached out to touch her. “There is something else. If I could just…”

"Uh, no...back off, Bub” Tillie said pushing his hand away. “Besides the fact that I am driving, I am in no mood to be touched by an angel, especially Vulcan mind-meld style.”

 “Fine,” Gabriel agreed. “Would you at least tell me if you had any unusual dreams last night?”

 “I always have unusual dreams,” Tillie scoffed. “So which parts do want to hear about…the dancing lollipops or the magical teddy bear?”

Gabriel sighed. She was clearly in no mood to cooperate with him. He was beginning to think they should have shown her everything and not just bits and pieces, and maybe she would be more receptive to the events of the day. As they approached the group home and he changed into his dog form, Gabriel became determined to figure out what had changed in Tillie before it affected the rest of their plans.


“So then are you sure everything is taken care of, Alex?” Gabriel overheard Tillie say into the phone as he stood at her office door. She looked even more tired and pale than she had last night, which concerned him, since she should be feeling better if she had gotten any rest at all. “I appreciate the work you have put into this. Lemme guess, you’re going to bill this as a breakfast meeting,” she joked before hanging up.

“Who was that?” Gabriel asked as he entered her office.

"Oh, um, just my lawyer.” Tillie answered casually.

 “Lawyer? What do you need a lawyer for?” Gabriel asked, worry in his voice.

 “There are plenty of legal issues that come with running a group home,” Tillie answered. “Not the least of which is firing an employee who comes to work intoxicated, and who happened to use an illegal ID to get you funding. I’m just making sure to cover all my bases so…the home…faces as little liability as possible.”

Gabriel felt like there was more she wasn’t telling him, but he didn’t push it. “So I need to be at work soon. Are you ready to take me?”

“Oh, shoot,” she said, looking up at the clock. “I almost forgot. Give me a few minutes and I will be downstairs.”

While Tillie collected her things, Gabriel went outside on the porch. He noticed Theo lying out there as well. He didn’t think that the mutt showing up was a coincidence, especially after his conversation with Kali last night. As he sat down next to him, he absent-mindedly began to scratch the dog behind the ears. “You know buddy, I would bet that you know what is going on around here. In fact, with annoying as you have been, I would even venture to say that you might be one of my distance relatives in disguise.”

Theo cocked his head at Gabriel as the powerless angel continued, “So the question is, who? Zach is too much of a stickler for the rules to pull off something like this and Cas is too much of a stick in the mud. Actually, most of my brothers are sticks in the mud so I can’t imagine them being that much different here. If I didn’t know better, I would say you were more like…”

“Gabriel,” Tillie called, as she walked out the front door. “Are you ready to leave? We need to get going. I already had a full day planned and Jenny just told me the dishwasher is leaking, so I am going to have to get a repairman out here on short notice.”

 “Yeah sure,” he answered, as he stood up and walked with Tillie. Theo followed the two of them to the car and the trio rode most of the way to the post office in silence, except for the quick call that Tillie made to arrange for someone to come fix the dishwasher.

 As they pulled up in front of the post office and Tillie parked the car, Gabriel noticed Tillie shedding a few tears. “Hey, are you are okay?”

 She quickly brushed the tears away as she said, “It’s just my head. It’s still hurting. And I’ve been feeling a little… oh, it isn’t important. But I’m sure I’ll be fine by the end of the day. Speaking of which, since I’m a little short-handed, I won’t be able to pick you up form work to today. So it will be one of the other staff.”

“Oh,” Gabriel said, surprised. “You mean I have to trust someone other than you to cart me around in one of those human death traps you call a car?”

“Gabriel,” Tillie sighed. “Please trust me…you’ll be in good hands.” Tillie pressed her palms to her face for a moment and when she lifted her head, Gabriel reached over and tucked a few stray curls behind her ear.

 “It will get better, I promise,” he said, hoping his observations and the plans he made would actually work out and not bite him in the ass.

 “Really? Are you getting your powers back or something?” She gave Gabriel a weak smile before he got out of the car. “Have a good day at work, okay?” As he closed the door, she quietly whispered, “Goodbye,” assuming that Gabriel didn’t hear her.

Except that he did.



“You’re giving too much away,” Gabriel chided, as Tillie drove back to the group home. “He already suspects that I am angel and now you practically told him that…”

“Does it really matter?” Tillie asked, cutting him off. “You’re sending him back to his dimension today and you haven’t even told him that much. And you’re getting on my case because I said goodbye when I dropped him off? Please, spare me the lecture and go ahead and change back to being dog, since we are back at the group home.”

As Tillie and Theo got out of the car, Tillie noticed a van in the driveway and assumed it was the repairman. When she walked into the house, Jenny and the guys were watching TV. Theo followed Tillie into the kitchen, where she found the repairman working on the dishwasher. He stood up, wiped his hands on his jeans and introduced himself.

“Hello,” he said. “My name is Michael.”

Tillie raised an eyebrow at that and glanced down at Theo who appeared to be contentedly wagging his tail at the moment.

“You’re dishwasher is pretty messed up and I’m going to be here awhile,” he said. “I will even need to turn the water off to work on it. If possible, you might want to send your residents out for the day. Especially given the fact that you are about to have some other visitors, too.”

Tillie looked out the window and saw another vehicle headed toward the house. “Jenny,” she called out. “Why don’t you take the rest of the guys to the zoo for the day? It looks like we might be without water for a few hours.” Despite a few groans from Dave at the interruption in his schedule, Jenny was able to get the guys out the door on short notice, while Michael tried to call Theo over to him. Theo, however, didn’t take to kindly to the idea of being petted by the repairman and growled at him.

“What? You don’t like being coddled by your older brother?” Tillie asked, looking at Theo, which made Michael laugh out loud.

“I take it then, I don’t have to explain who I am?”

“No,” Tillie answered, “But It would be nice if you told me everything that was going on.”

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have time for that,” Michael answered, as two figures walked up the stairs and onto the front porch.


As Gabriel went to clock in at the post office, he was immediately greeted by Lizzie Jones, his supervisor.

“Gabriel, before you clock in, I need to see you in my office,” she said to him, a grim look on her face.

Gabriel groaned inwardly. If he had screwed up another job, Tillie would kill him. As he sat down across from Lizzie, he could tell it wasn’t good.

“Gabriel,” she sighed. “You’ve been a joy to have around…but I don’t even know if that is your real name. I ran your standard background check and your social security number belongs to someone else. I am going to have to let you go.”

Gabriel stared at her for a moment. It didn’t surprise him that the fake ID had been discovered, but he didn’t want to disappoint Tillie. He wanted to hang onto his job as long as he was here. “Can’t you let me stay on just for a few days? Give me a chance?”

“I’m sorry, Gabriel,” Lizzie said. “I really like you and you’re a hard worker, but I can’t, especially now that the FBI is investigating the matter.”

“What…the…the FBI?” Gabriel stuttered. “I…okay…I will leave.” The only thing Gabriel could think of was calling Tillie, to let her know that the FBI was now involved in the shenanigans that he helped create. He stumbled out of the post office, and tried to call her, but her voice mail picked up. As he started to leave a message, he bumped into a dark hair stranger.

“Excuse me sir,” the stranger said, as he grasped Gabriel by the forearm. “You look like you could use a hand.” Gabriel looked up at the man’s face and saw familiar blue eyes staring back at him.


Meg Masters rarely felt giddy. But today was an exception. Today she was working with her Father. And she would show him her best. Not only was she going to get to show him how she could twist an investigation to their favor, but she would get to bring down one of those lousy do-gooders in the process. As the two of them walked up the stairs to the group home, it was all she could do to keep form bouncing on her toes with excitement. That was not her usual style and she had to keep her cool in order to impress Him.

She knocked on the door and was greeted by a woman whom she considered to be mousy. Really, where did they find these people? But that was not her concern. By the end of the day, she would own the woman and this place.

“Ethel Chambers?” she said, suppressing a giggle. Ethel, how fitting. “I’m Megan Masters from the FBI and this is my Superior. I’m here to issue a search warrant on your office and your records in regards to the fraudulent use of government funding.”




( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 1st, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)
Well. crap. And HI Cas! Too bad Meg doesnt know there's two archangels in that place. *snorts* Oh and Hi Lucifer, I guess you're with meg too? *Pokes Luci with a stick*
Apr. 1st, 2011 04:31 am (UTC)
Well, even with two archangels around, I'm not sure I would go poking Luci with a stick...Well, maybe I would...*grins*
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Apr. 1st, 2011 12:41 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't want any of my siblings "petting" me either!

And everyone is soooo excited for Cas! So I better get going on that and get it right.*crosses fingers*
Apr. 2nd, 2011 12:17 pm (UTC)
Finally I find your story in LJ so don't need to review in from ffnet. I've better keeping track of this.

Hehehe, Cas.
Apr. 2nd, 2011 12:37 pm (UTC)
Either way, I'm glad you found it and I'm glad you're enjoying it!
Jun. 30th, 2011 12:58 pm (UTC)
I think I found a typo? into a dark hair stranger. I think it should be 'dark haired', but it's late here and I'm honestly not sure.

Oh, you're just piling the tension up here! I have so many questions, and most of them revolve around the theme of 'what happens next'? I really like Gabriel's tenderness towards Tillie (both of them). It's nice to see SPN-Gabriel caring about people and getting involved, you're showing off a different side of him. It's nice to see this-world Gabriel caring about people because, well, I just like the idea that angels do that, that they could have a much more hand-on approach, it's an interesting idea that I love seeing applied to SPN fic. Of course, I have my reservations, because SPN has taught me that if an angel is looking out for a human, they usually want something in return...
Jun. 30th, 2011 01:12 pm (UTC)
Yes, that is a typo. I do my best tpo check my mistakes, but I dont get all of them..so thanks!

So you like the tension, then? And the tenderness? Good. Well, I tried to make the agels of Tillie's world...different from the SPN world,because it is a different dimension. We will see how the rest of it goes...
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