Tension slowly crept into the ballroom at each word that left Gabriel's mouth. He knew what he was doing was pissing his older brother off, and though it wasn't entirely his goal. He had Lucifer's attention.

"Gabriel, if you're doing this for Michael--"

"Screw him," Gabriel interrupted with an eye-roll. "If he were standing here, I'd shiv his ass too."

Lucifer scoffed. "You disloyal--"

"Oh, I'm loyal." Lucifer raised an eyebrow, following his brother's honey eyes. "To them."

"Who?" The devil opened his arms out, gesturing to what had been a meeting between gods. "These... so-called gods? To your filthy soulmate?"

Gabriel flinched, feeling a bubble of anger at the accusation. "To people, Lucifer." It was supposed to come out calm and light, but the insult drove him away from that, the words coming out with a growl. "People. And that includes my soulmate."

"So you're willing to die for a pile of cockroaches? I get the soulmate thing, I suppose-- but everything else, why?" He cocked his head to the side, a curious expression falling onto his broken-out face.

"Because dad was right. They are better than us."

The curious expression quickly changed to anger. "They are broken, flawed abortions!"

"Damn right, they're flawed," Gabriel's mind flashed to all the times he'd been around the brothers and his soulmate. All the mistakes and fights he witnessed. "But a lot of them try... to do better. To forgive." Lucifer looked down to the angel blade, a troubled expression reaching his face. "And you should see the Spearmint Rhino." He inhaled deeply, then put his game face back on.

"I've been riding the pine a long time, but I'm in the game now. And I'm not on your side or Michael's. I'm on theirs. I'm on hers."

Lucifer's face switched to sadness. "Brother," his voice dropped to a whisper, "don't make me do this."

Gabriel sighed quietly. "No one makes us do anything."

"I know you think you're doing the right thing, Gabriel. But I know where your heart truly lies..." Lucifer tried again. Gabriel's eyebrows furrowed as he looked behind his brother's shoulder, where another version of him was raising another angel blade. But Lucifer grabbed the gold blade, pivoted to where he was facing the other Gabriel, and shoved it into his brother's stomach. "Here."

The Gabriel that had been talking to Lucifer faded. The devil turned and put a hand on the side of Gabriel's head. "Amateur hocus-pocus. Don't forget- you learned all your tricks from me, little brother." He shoved the blade further in, which lit Gabriel's eyes and mouth as he screamed. The younger archangel was dead.

Lucifer dropped his brother with heavy breaths. He truly hadn't wanted for that to happen. But his thoughts pointed to Gabriel leaving him no choice. He looked down at his dead brother, eyes trailing around the black wings that scorched into the wood.

-

"Dean, when are we going to stop? We need to check a few things out, mostly the DVD case Gabriel left us." Sam held up the porn case in his hand, waving it around in the air.

The eldest sighed, tightening his grip on the wheel. "When it stops raining, Sammy, then we can-"

A piercing scream coming from the backseat stopped Dean from finishing his sentence. Ignoring the road in front of him, he turned around to see his little sister holding her stomach, which was bleeding heavily.

"Dean! Pull over!" Already on Sam's case, Dean yanked the wheel to the right, ignoring the honk from the car behind.

(Y/n) cried out when her bag hit her in the chest. She closed her eyes and attempted to sit up, only for her brothers, who had rushed out of their seats to lay her right back down.

"H-How-- I don't understand, how did this happen?" Sam asked, stumbling over his words as he placed his flannel over the wound. "Y-You weren't bleeding when you came out--"

"G-Gabriel..." (Y/n) coughed out, ignoring the bitter taste of blood. "L-Lucifer must've... he-he's dead..."

Dean's mind went back to what the archangel told him. 'Soulmates, Dean-o. Her soul is connected to mine. Therefore, if I were to die, she will die too-- but she's sort of far away from dying on her own- even if someone tried.' "Sam, if he's dead... then she dies too."

Sam's eyes widened. "N-No, (Y/n), you can't..." his eyes started to fill with an uncomfortable amount of tears. "Y-You can't go yet... i-it's not--"

(Y/n) tried a smile, but failed when she began to cough up blood.

"I'm s-sorry, Sammy." Her breathing became ragged as she struggled to keep up with her heart. "I-I'm sorry, Dean... I-I love yo-you guys..." Her (e/c) became dull as the last breath left her lips.