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Gabriel could hear them again. They’re prayers; out of season prayers. Prayers that are coming too soon in the year, and only from one person. His true vessel.
Her name is Zarara May Bloomwood, but prefers Zara. Daughter of Diana Bloomwood and John Winchester. Allergic to sulfur and currently at a height of 5’ 9”. Born on October 1st, 1995 in Houston, Texas; now twenty years old.
John Winchester was there for her birth, but left once she was named. He returned to a motel he’d left sixteen year old Dean and twelve year old Sam.
When she was eighteen her mother dropped her off at Bobby Singer's house, telling her to be a lone hunter from then on and to never try to get in touch again.
To Gabriel, her prayers were heart breaking. They’re always about how much pain she’s in, physically or emotionally, today’s are no different. Zara is in Gay, Georgia on a hunt; she’d been on this case for nearly three weeks. Four deaths, two vampires in the immediate location, and only Zara to fix the problem. Apparently this hunt had gone south as soon as she entered the nest; they’d tricked her.
By the end, Zara had been thrown into three walls and just barely gotten out of the the nest alive. She’d hit her head pretty bad and couldn’t see straight anymore by the time Zara got back to her motel.
This is when Gabriel decided to, finally, meet his vessel in person. Quickly telling Sam he had to leave for a while for Archangel purposes, technically not lying, and snapping himself out of the bunker.
Unsurprisingly, Zara’s motel is warded. Making Gabriel knock on the door and wait. And wait. And wait. When Zara doesn’t answer the door after thirty minutes Gabriel picks the lock with his angel mojo.
Zara is sitting on the edge of the queen sized, dirty motel bed. Against her temple she’s holding a bag of ice with her eyes squeezed shut. Her leg is is like a jackhammer on the moldy carpet as Zara gnaws on her, dominant, right arm; adding to the angry bite wounds, scars, and teeth impressions.
“Zarara?” Gabriel asks quietly, not wanting to startle her. Her eyes snap open and instantly gives the archangel a confused and pissed look. Gabriel quickly corrects himself “Zara?”. Her pissed expression slowly fades away, only leaving behind the confused.
“Wow, I must have hit my head harder than I though…” she sighs with a dry chuckle, looking away from Gabriel with the ice pack still on her temple.
Now Gabriel is confused.
“Yeah well-” Zara started, but cut off by passing out and face planting into the floor. Gabriel could only sit there in awe and shock. He quickly recovered though; transporting both of them into the Men of Letters Bunker.
The look on Sam’s face was priceless when Gabriel popped into the TV room holding a limp female body in his arms. Dean was sitting next to Sam with a confused look, identical to the one Zara had been wearing.
“What the hell?” Gabriel did love it when the brothers got all twinsy, but right now was serious.
In his arms is his true vessel and soon to be sister-n-law that Dean and Sam don’t know about. Also, Zara hates Winchesters’ and isn’t too fond of angels either. On the plus side though, Bobby and Crowley are visiting for a while, Zara has met and like them.
“We got a spare room?” Gabriel asks almost frantically, catching Sam and Dean’s attention; both nod.
“The one across from ours is open.” Gabriel nods and proceeds to walk down the hallway to the room Sam spoke of. Once Gabriel is sure that it is, in fact, empty he places Zara, gently on the bed.
Sam walks in after Gabriel heals her, asking who she is and what's wrong with her; and Gabriel answers, to a point.He leaves out that she’s their half-sister, hates their guts, and that she’s a hunter.
Gabriel tells Sam he heard her praying, true, and that she was saying she was hurt, also true, then when arrived she fainted, all true. Sam just listens quietly and nods.
Dean pops in briefly to check in, as well as Cas, Crowley, and Bobby. Once everyone is out of the room Gabriel snaps in Zara’s Beat headphones and Ipod. She can’t sleep without music, if she does though, she’ll wake up in a panic; screaming her head off. Slipping on the headphones and adjusting the volume, making it quiet enough for her to sleep but loud enough for her to hear on her sleep. Once satisfied with the volume he hit the ‘shuffle’ button and places the ipod in Zara’s hand.