AN: I know it's been a while but I have been lacking all inspration to write, but now I'm back.


Letting out a groan Stella opened her eyes and pushed herself up on the bed that she woke up on. She rubbed her temples trying to ease the pain that was throbbing through her head. The slightest bit of movement caused her to wince in pain. At this point he felt like she got hit by a bus, she just wishes she could lie under that bus and let it finish its job.

"It lives." A voice came from the corner of the room startling Stella almost causing her to fall off the bed. She managed to catch her balance by balance by grabbing on to the head board. She sent the man a glare when he gave her an amused look. "You should learn to be more careful, kid."

She folded her arms against her chest and glared at him as he walked out of the shadows into plain sight. He was the man that she let out of the cage, the one who name she did not know, the one who saved her from Crowley with the help of Samandriel. "Who are you?"

He laughed his eyes lighting up. "You get straight to the point don't you Stella?"

She raked a hand through her auburn hair realizing she really needed to wash it soon. "I really don't see the point in beating around the bush or sugar coating things."

He laughed. "Well that's my kind of woman." The statement caused Stella's face to turn red with embarrassment. There was an amused glint in his eyes. "The name is Gabriel."

The name of the man struck an uneasy cord with her; it reminded her of the mother she had almost forgotten, and her undying faith in angels and God. "Just like the archangel." Stella mused not taking her eyes off the man.

"Exactly." Gabriel said with a small smile taking causing Stella to give him a confused look.

One thing was sure the man was odd, he had way to much humor to him for someone who was held captive by demons. As if reading her mind Gabriel arched his eyebrow looking at her. "Believe me I'm not ok."

Stella let out a small gasp; surely she had not said those words out loud. So he must have read her mind. Gabriel let out a soft chuckle. "For a human you are an amusing little thing."

She wrinkled up her nose at being called little, but oddly enough he just called her human which implicated that he was not human at all. Taking a step towards the strange man she narrowed her eyes. "What are you?" She asked her voice was shaking slightly.

Gabriel let out a long sigh searching into her eyes. "You already know that. I am Gabriel, the Archangel."

Taking a step back she shook her head. "No! No you are not." She remembers a time so long ago, an almost forgotten time where a woman with a kind smile and brilliant eyes use to insist that angels existed, especially the archangel Gabriel.

"Just remember Stella love when you are in need pray to the Angel Gabriel." It was what her mother use to always tell her. Stella had stopped praying long ago, never feeling the need for prayers when no one would answer them anyways.

Gabriel stared at her for a few moments taking in her expression, noting her inner turmoil. "Trust me kid, I am very much the angel your mother had told you about." He shot her a sheepish look. "Sorry for never answering the prayers by the way."

His voice was almost sad, almost.

She let out a choked sob and wiped her eyes. "You are lying." She hissed. "I have no idea how you came by that information but you need to stop right now." She was shaking now.

Gabriel opened his mouth to speak but noticed the vacant look in her eyes. He waved a hand in front of her face but got no response out of her. "Kid?"

One minute Stella was standing in front of the man claiming to be the archangel and the next she was standing in a really white room. It was so white she had to rub her eyes to get them to adjust to the bright light.

"Hello Stella." Came a woman's voice from behind her causing her to jump.

She scolded herself for being so jumpy. You need to get a grip. She told herself as she eyed the woman walking towards her. She kept her back up straight as she got closer.

"Who are you?" She asked a little more bite in her voice then necessary.

The woman smiled at her kindly, but Stella could almost tell it was faked. "I am Naomi."

AN: So? Was it worth the wait? I'm still trying to remember what want to do with this story.

Drop me a line and tell me what you think.