“Welcome, Winchesters, Holmes, Watson, Doctor and (L/N).” A masculine voice said in a seductive tone.
Dean reached towards his waist, as if to take out a gun, then stopped. “We’ve got no weapons,” he muttered, hatred dripping from his voice.
“And you’re stuck here, Dean-o!” Suddenly, everyone, well, the Winchesters and (Y/N) froze. “Gabriel?” “In the flesh, er, in the vessel.”
“Why’d you bring us here, Gabriel?” Sam asked calmly. Heat of the Moment began to play in the background. Just kidding. But it did start to play from a speaker on the wall.
The archangel rolled his eyes. “Kiddo, it wasn’t me.”
“Wasn’t you, huh?” (Y/N) hissed. “Then why did you just appear?”
The Doctor frowned. “We’ve got another guest,” he said, gesturing at another male figure lying across the floor. John rushed forward.
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