“Okay- no, no. Let’s not start it like this Cas- as much as I like the approach, we don’t even know her name- let alone why Chuck would tell us that she was the one who would help us get the upper-hand on Eve. So, what’s your name?” Sam turned his attention away from Cas and directed the question towards her.

“Uh- Lyla, Lyla Marcus.” She replied, twiddling her thumbs ever so often, trying not to make too much eye contact with her ‘captures’ as she thought of them.

“That’s Bullshit- you know it, and I know it- so tell us the truth.” Sam wasn’t playing around- he was tired of this familys crap. Castiel began to read into whether or not what she was saying was the truth.

“Fine- fine, it’s Gillian, Gillian Thompson.” She replied honestly as Cas had read it- she then rose her head to glare at Sam in the eyes. “And I don’t know anything about a girl named Eve- even with knowing the Bible verse.” She said the last part with annoyance, as if it were the most stupid question a person could ask.

“Okay Gillian... Just- just wait here a moment while I talk with my partner.” Sam affirmed before getting up and whispering to Cas his plan, “Chuck said to get her right? That’s it? Now we need to bring her back- we can just keep her locked in the bunker and then move on to Step two, let’s just do that.” Castiel shook his head in disagreement as Gillian watched them bicker over whatever they were planning, finally coming to a conclusion: they wouldn’t go to the bunker immediately because they didn’t want to have to deal with her and Dean- so they’d see if there were any nearby hunts first and give Dean some time to cool off.

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The hunt was uneventful- just a poltergeist, which was easy- they took it out in about an hour once they’d gathered all the information, and headed home despite the constant protest and whining coming from the ‘kidnapped’ backseat passenger. “Stop whining, you’re not being kindnapped for the fiftieth time!” Sam continued to become increasingly irritated with this girl.

Once they had gotten back to the bunker- a mini-hell seemed to have broken loose. Not only was Dean drunk, but he had found an old friend- and interestingly enough, neither Sam nor Cas was too shocked to see this ‘friend’- though the capacity to comprehend why Dean would’ve possibly brought him back to the bunker alluded both Sam and Cas as they’d known the ‘friends’’ past feelings towards each other.

“I found him at the titty bar downtown- he was gambling with some no-hosers and I figured I had to see if he was actually, well- him! I mean, dude- we thought you were dead! Even though I hate you...” Dean grumbled in his wasted state, which was not so normal anymore- for Dean to be drunk- or maybe it was... Sam hadn’t really been paying that much attention to Deans drinking anymore, at least, not lately.

“Well Sammy, it’s nice to see ya buddy-ol’ pal! And Cassy! What a great surprise! Still hanging out with these dirt monkeys, huh? Well! That’s not too surprising, I’ll give ya that! And who’s this?! We have NOT met before! I’m Gabriel, pleasure to meet you buttercup. Are you one of the Winchesters new ‘friends’?” The man wiggled his eyebrows before grabbing Gillians hand and twirling her around before dropping her hand and retreating to his seat at the Librarys table.

“I thought angels couldn’t get drunk?” Sam joked to Cas, “Especially- not Archangels.” Sam bumped Cas’ shoulder, before going to take a seat on the couch.

“Wait- did you say Winchester?” Gillian seemingly asked out of the blue, capturing the attention of everyone as she held her arms, being nervous surrounded by a bunch of unknown men in an unknown, new place.

“Yeah, why?” Gabriel questioned, seeming intrigued, as was there rest of the fellow men in the room, they all stopped their side-conversations and listened for her answer.

“Like the rifle, right?” She answered- but to one ones surprise she just curious, but something changed, in her thoughts, in her demeanor- something was different.

“Well she can’t stay!” Dean exclaimed while stumbling towards the hall to his bedroom.

“She is!” Castiel and Sam yelled back, before helping Gillian to a room, making sure he was secured and ‘safe’.