Trouble With The Trickster || Gabriel - Supernatural

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I screamed internally as I felt their huge claws cut deep into my flesh. You'd have thought I would have been used to it by then, suffering the same trauma every night for the previous twelve years, but it still hurt like a raging fire in my veins. They were ripping open scars that had been torn apart only days earlier and that was the worst pain imaginable. Worse than death which I prayed for every night but it never came.

The dogs growled as they tore my skin to shreds, happily ripping me apart limb by limb. I had never figured out why they did it, only wished they would stop even though it was hopeless.

My parents had become immune to my screams, they even soundproofed my room so I wouldn't disturb their sleep whilst dying a bloody death - they were loving like that.

They still didn't believe me which was proved by the vicar they invited to the house earlier that day, my eighteenth birthday; he sat and talked with me for a while and I decided to tell him the truth, the widening of his eyes giving me great joy as he came to the conclusion that I was possessed by Satan or something. I feel like Satan would have been better company than the monsters that took happiness from bleeding me dry...

I fought against them but it just made them more ravenous and more eager to taste my blood. I couldn't get free, I don't know what I expected... I would never be free.

As they continued to tear into me, I could have sworn I heard something flapping across the room from me but I couldn't see as a bright white light suddenly filled my vision. It burned my skin but died down and faded after a few seconds as I realised something had gone missing...

The dogs were gone.

In their place was a man. He stood by my window, looking around as if searching for something before his blue eyes fell on me, immediately looking shocked before rushing forward at inhuman speed. I shouted in confusion and protest as he placed a hand to my forehead but I was silenced by a warm sensation travelling from his hand throughout my body.

"Are you alright?" he asked as the weird warmth disappeared. I looked down at my forearms and gasped; where there were once huge, deep gashes, there were now only tiny scars, running from my elbows to my wrists like veins.

"W-what? H-how?"

He breathed a small sigh of relief and carefully helped me sit up, taking a seat beside me, "I healed you... I only wish I hadn't had the need to..." He looked away somewhat guiltily.

"Healed me? How? What were those things?" I questioned, leaving many other questions unasked.

"I'm an angel," he clarified as my eyes went wide, "Those were hellhounds... I think your mother sent them..."

"My mother? My mother is asleep in her room across the hall, how could she send those... hellhounds?"

The angel sighed, scratching his chin in thought, "How do I explain this simply? ...Those people out there are not your parents..."

"What!? Of course they are!" I exclaimed as he shushed me frantically, "Oh, they won't hear me. They've soundproofed the room so that they can't hear my screams..."

He suddenly looked hurt and betrayed, "You mean... they don't care about you?" I shook my head. "I trusted them with your life... and they mistreated you?"

I decided not to question what he said about trusting them. I just wanted to tell someone the truth at that point and this guy seemed to be very open to weird occurrences, "They think I'm crazy... because of the hellhounds..."

The angel held out his arms, seeing the tears glistening in my eyes at the same moment as I realised I was crying. I leaned into his side and let him hold me as he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away my tears. "What did they name you?"

"Elizabeth. Mother's - or not-Mother's, as you say - grandma was called Elizabeth so she gave me the same name. What's yours?"

"Balthazar," he replied, smiling down at me, "Forgive me for gazing at you, but I haven't laid eyes on your face in eighteen years..."

"You know me?" I asked and he nodded, "How?"

"Your mother - your real mother - is called Darwena... we met a long time ago, I was so young and reckless back then..."

"Darwena?" I asked, taken aback by the bizarre name, "And she sent the hellhounds? Why would she attack her own daughter?"

"She despises you. She believes you are an abomination. I'll admit I also did for a time... that is why I left you here, with these people," he sighs, seemingly troubled by his misplaced trust in my 'parents'. I don't know why I accepted his words as the truth so quickly but I never really felt I fit in with them, they didn't understand me... they never did. This guy seemed to at least feel sorry for me.

"A-an abomination? W-why?" I stammered, hurt by the harsh term.

"Because of what you are. More importantly, your bloodlines - they are two which should never cross... You shouldn't exist. Elizabeth, this may come as a shock, but you are half demon, half angel..."

I would have laughed at the bizarreness of his claim but the look in his eyes told me he wasn't kidding, "What? So my mother...?"

"Darwena is a demon. A very powerful one. Once she knew you existed, she tried her best to abort you but no matter what she tried, you fought on and she had to bring you into the world reluctantly. She then abandoned you with me - at the time, I had the same feelings towards your existence but I had heart so I left you with these people, casting a protection spell over you so that no demons, angels or hunters could track you down... she must've broken through with the hounds..."

Everything seemed to make sense all of a sudden; the monsters, not being normal, the lack of belonging in my own family. Perhaps this was all true... "Wait, so you're...?"

"I'm your father," Balthazar sighed guiltily, "Like I said, I hated your existence, but now that I look at you I can see that protecting you was the right choice. The spell I cast was only temporary though, and that is why I had to get you tonight. Pack a bag, you need to come with me."

"What? Why?" I asked but my answer was given by a second light outside my window, more blinding than Balthazar's, followed by an earsplitting crash.

"Because of them."