Jealousy Part 9

“Alright, so what now?” you asked Gabriel as you turned on your side to face him. He continued to stare at the ceiling.

“Now we train. We only have a limited amount of time so let’s get started.” Gabriel said as he got off the bed. You got up as well as he placed his hand on your shoulder.

You blinked. You were in a forest, but there was something eerie about it. Gabriel was nowhere in sight. “Gabriel?! What the hell!? Where in the hell are we?!?” you yelled. He was an archangel, your guardian angel, but once you found him, something was going to happen.

The sound of leaves rustling sent you spurring around. Nothing. You felt something heavy in your back pocket. That’s when you heard another rustle. Just as you turned, something pounced on top of you.


Dean turned off the impala and grabbed his bag from the trunk. He stomped into the bunker, still annoyed by Sam when he brought up your name. Dean was angry and confused. At first, he was confused at why you would just get up and leave, then confused as to why he even cared. He hooked up with so many women and he never got emotional. Clearly you betrayed him. You were never family. You were a fraud.

Sam sighed and turned to Cas who recently awoken from his nap. Cas’ hair was all messed up, but something about Cas was off. He had been quiet about you and hardly talked about why you got up and left.

“Hey Cas, um- do you know anything?”

Cas panicked, but tried to keep his cool. “Know anything about what?” He saw Sam’s expression and had a feeling that he needed to be a better liar.

“He definitely knows something. But, I know he won’t tell me anything so I’ll have to pry it from him,” Sam thought and proceeded to ask Cas another question.

“About why (y/n) left. This isn’t like her.”

“Um- no. No, I don’t know. Perhaps she needed space, but I couldn’t imagine why she would leave,” Cas answered hesitantly.

“Why would you say she ‘needed space’?” Sam asked curiously. Cas shrugged, trying to stall to search for a response.

“Well…she did want a motel room to herself… Sounds like something a person who wanted space would say,” Cas replied meekly.

“Cas, if she told you anything, you can tell me. If there is a way we can help her, we have to. You know she would do the same for us, but first we need to know what is going on-“

“Going on about what?” Dean peered into the window, leaning against the door. Cas was relieved that Dean was here. Sam couldn’t talk about this with Dean here.
Sam saw the look of relief on Cas’ face. “Nothing, Dean. Cas had to use the restroom hours ago and-“

“He didn’t pee, did he?!? Because I swear that if Baby-“

Cas looked up and frowned. He opened the door and began to run into the bunker. “No, Dean. I did not urinate, but I will now.” Cas wiped the sweat on his forehead, glad that he could escape Sam’s interrogation. But he had a feeling that the next time, Sam would pry the information from him.

“Being a human is hard,” Cas mumbled as he opened the bathroom door. He actually did need to pee.


“ARGH!” you yelped as you pushed the creature off of you. It was a person, but as it grinned, you could see its razor teeth. It began to charge at you when you grabbed the thing out of your back pocket and slice its head off.

You examined your blade. It looked like your knife, which you had accidently dropped in the parking lot of the motel the night you left. You looked at your carved initials. It was your knife.

“Gabriel,” you muttered. At least you had your favorite knife back. It saved the awkward moment of having to ask Dean for it back, especially since you tried to stab him with it.
“If he even bothered to pick it up,” you mumbled.


Dean sat on his bed with his headphones on, blaring his music, and leaning against his pillows. He tried to go to sleep, but something was nagging him. He yanked off his headphones and went back to the impala. He forgot to bring his other bag. It had his phone charger in it. “Yeah, I need my phone charger,” Dean thought.

Dean got to the impala when he overheard Sam and Cas talking. “Why are they still in the impala?” Dean thought. He was about to announce his entrance when he heard Sam say “Cas, if she told you anything, you can tell me. If there is a way we can help her, we have to. You know she would do the same for us, but first we need to know what is going on…”

“Going on about what?” Dean asked as he reached the impala. “Of course, what else could they be talking about,” Dean thought with annoyance. But then again, Sam was right. Something was off about (y/n) that night. Ever since they started the case about the demon…

“She’s gone, Dean. Let her go. She can take care of herself,” Dean thought bitterly. His whole body was on cruise control and he heard himself talking about Cas peeing. Dean was still zoned out when he heard Sam ask him a question.

“What?”

“I asked ‘What are you doing here?’” Sam repeated himself.

“I came to get my other bag,” Dean said. Then Dean headed to the trunk and snatched up his bag. He sped walked back into the bunker.


You heard another growl. This was the eight monster that had tried to attack you. “Okay Gabriel! Is this it? I really want to rest now!” you hollered as you stabbed the monster in its heart.

You didn’t get a response and heard another rustle. “Oh c’mon!” you whispered.


Dean opened his bag and tossed his phone charger out. He tossed the dirty clothes out of the bag too. “Where is it? Where is it?” Dean muttered. He threw out all of the contents of his bag and nothing. It was empty.

Dean sat on his bed, frantic. No one touched his bag. He was the last to put it in. The trunk was locked. Where did your knife go?


“You smell familiar…” the eleventh monster purred. You scoffed. He moved differently than the others. More sophisticated. “Perhaps you are friends with the Winchesters. They have a signature smell. One that people might not noticed; it took me awhile, but I smell it now. Dean was here himself and I recognized his stench.”

You froze for a millisecond, but never stopped watching his movements. He seemed to be circling you, but you maintained your distance. He was studying your every move.

“You seem special. Different than the other monsters that I slaughtered,” you taunted. The man grinned.

“Slaughtered? Oh, you’re in our side of the town. Yeah, you may have killed a few monsters here, but they aren’t dead. Not here. You may even recognize a few familiar faces of those you killed on Earth,” the man said with a smirk.

“On Earth?” you thought. “Where the hell did Gabriel take me?”

The man saw you lose concentration and hissed to the grim sky. His whole mouth stretched and pointy teeth were aligned all around. Why do monsters always want to show off before they strike?

You took this time to hack off his head. You had to pull your knife out of his neck since it was a short blade.

“A machete would have been just right,” you said to yourself. You nudge his head with your knife, examining his teeth. That was some weird shit right there. He had such a normal face. How could his mouth stretch like that? He knew the boys… Maybe it was during that one time when you left to Europe to help out with the vampire covens. You never knew what had happened to the boys when you left. You just assumed the same old. All you knew was that Bobby died and they didn’t want to talk about it. Cas did say the name of the monster though, but you couldn’t remember.

“That thing right there, is a Leviathan,” a voice spoke. You turned around and saw a tall man with a scruffy beard.

“Who are you?” you asked with your blade raised.

The guy smiled. “The name is Benny.”