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Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit, your panicked mantra did nothing for the utter horror racing through your veins. About six blocks ago you were able to dismiss the group of men following behind you as simply going in the same direction, but as you twisted and turned through the maze of alleys and back streets it was becoming harder to deny.
You were most definitely being followed.
There were about four bulky men, there was no way that you would be able to take them down. Now was the time for critical thinking, you stopped to evaluate. You had a pretty sharp pen in your small bag but nothing really useful. Damn, what were those self defense tips you reblogged on Tumblr? Something about shoving fingers in their eyeballs? Yeah that was gonna be very useful with their tremendous size. Great, you’re gonna die. No doubt about it, you’re gonna end up on the channel 7 news dead in a dumpster. Shit.
Oh wait, no.
Dammit, somewhere in the midst of your journey to the mind palace you walked your way into a dead end.
heh, a dead end. Oh the irony, because you know...you’re gonna die...ok, the comedic approach is not helping your transition from denial. Slowly turning around you attempt to casually walk past the large group.
“Good Evening.”
Good Evening?! What the hell was that?! You can’t help but chastise your idiotic greeting to the potential murderers that were stalking you.
“It is isn't it.” One of them smirks as you get closer, looking at them with a more critical eye you notice that you were correct in your assessment of their sheer size. They were all in well tailored suits and impeccably groomed, ok so probably not random thugs. Possibly mobsters, are they still around? Is that a thing? Oh hell.
“You fellas lost?” Fellas?! “Fellas”?! Actually death is beginning to sound pretty good right now, maybe you wont have to live on with the embarrassment that is rearing its ugly head in what's most likely to be your final moments.
The biggest one chuckles, turning to share a sadistic grin with his comrades before turning back to address you.
“Oh no love, we're right where we ought to be.” and as if your heart didn't already begin to beat out a samba when the brute and his merry bunch began to stalk towards you, the flashing of their normal eyes to entirely black was not entirely helpful in your quest to stay calm enough to fight back.
Your hand came up to the attackers nose, pushing with all your might you attempted to jam his nose into his brain, and for a brief moment when he recoiled with the force of your attack you thought that there might be hope for you yet. That was, of course, until he looked back up at you with blood streaming down his nose and a look of pure hatred in his eyes. A sudden realization hit you with all the force of a freight train.
This wasn't a personal issue.
Well now it was, and your attackers were very ready to show you just how they really felt, so it was no time to question why the group of well dressed alien things were sent out to find you. You barely had time to react when all of the sudden a freakishly large fist was coming out of nowhere and connecting with your skull.
Was that a ring? Yeah, probably, well judging by the pain scale of happy to frowny faces then yeah, probably.
You manage to get your eyes open quick enough to watch your decent into the pavement and your reflexes work fast enough to keep your head from the cool concrete. However the same courtesy was not paid to your knees and the scraped up skin of your palms. The swift kick to your ribs came next, effectively knocking the wind out of you and although you were no doctor the noise that your bone made could not be good. The momentum from the furious punting of your body brough your back straight into the uneven brick of the abandoned building behind you.
As they began to beat and kick you further into a state of unconsciousness you began to wonder why the hell they wanted to make sure that you suffered before just killing you, surely that was their endgame so why prolong the inevitable?
When the bright flash of light shined through your eyelids you couldn't help the shocked thought that flickered through your mind.
Heaven? It was real? How the hell did you get the invite?
Prying open your rapidly swelling eyelids for just a quick peek was absolutely excruciating, but so worth the effort.
There was a man, with fairly long chestnut hair, he was glowing and there were six golden wings protruding from his back. He was stunning, but there was something else about him, something so familiar. You watched him cut down each one of your attackers with a graceful strength and a small silver blade before he hurriedly glanced toward you and began to run.
The urge to see your savior was so strong but you couldn’t find the energy to open your eyes anymore, the cool hands running over your blood soaked face was enough comfort for the moment but when you felt arms sliding under your knees and back you began to wonder just what the hell this asshole planned to do with your dead body.
“(Y/n), please, oh (y/n) you have to stick with me. Let me get you somewhere safe please.”
And then darkness
…
These sheets are really tough, like proper tough. This is probably what they feel like in military boot camp.
Wait a minute
Sheets?
Ok, time to evaluate. You discover through process of elimination that you are in a bed, there are no monitors as far as you can tell so that knocks hospitals off the list.
Hang on...there’s mumbling coming from somewhere close. And some footsteps.
“You have to calm down.”
“Calm down?! You want me to calm down while she’s in there beaten to a bloody pulp all because I wasn't there to keep her safe?!”
“Yeah well she’s here now! Shes alive and safe and you got to her in time, pacing a hole in my damn floor isn't gonna change that!”
“I must agree with Dean, Gabriel all we can do now is wait for (y/n) to awaken.”
Ok, so four men. Is that gonna become a recurring trope cause the last time you were alone with four men it didn't exactly end all that pleasantly.
Opening your eyes you begin to scan your surroundings, you’re in a small room with a vintage looking desk to your left, the only source of light being a lamp placed on the bedside table, the room is so devoid of any personal touches that the spartan theme makes you think your military guess might not actually be that far from the truth.
You begin an attempt to sit up in hopes of figuring out more about your location only to discover that the crack you heard during that first kick was infact not a good noise at all. With a sharp cry out you slam back into the bedding, once more doing your back no favors at all.
The door hinges squeak in violent protest at the disturbance caused by your winged savior entering into the room.
“(y/n) I’m so sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't have enough grace left to heal you, I wish I could help, tell me what you need.” He rushes to your side quite quickly due to the small size of the room, kneeling beside you he grasps your hand and you can’t explain why you feel such a familiarity and safety with this man that you can't ever remember meeting.
“Who,” you wince listening to the disturbing croak of your voice “Who are you, Where am I?” you finally manage to spit out after a process of trial and error. You almost regret your question when you see the fall in his expression and when he drops your hand back down onto the cool military sheets of the bed you immediately find yourself missing the contact. When his eyes meet yours again and you stare into the deep emotions barely concealed by those honey eyes that you're so sure have to be fake
“You don't remember me kiddo?” He says, interrupting your thoughts. There was something though, a flicker, a dream. You knew the golden eyes and mischievous grin, but those memories weren't real.
They couldn’t be.
Gabriel watched your expressions rapidly change as you attempted to remember just how you knew him, it hurt that you forgot about him but he could wait, and he would wait for you. However long you needed he would wait.
“You need to rest, I'll be here when you wake up I promise.” He winked, regaining some of himself after your conversation.
“Will you tell me everything that happened?” You ask, eager for answers but rapidly losing the battle for consciousness.
“We'll see.”