Real or Hallucination?

                                    

                                          
        
                          
   Sam and Dean were chasing down a lead on Pestilence while I stayed at Bobby's sick. I was aching all over, coughing up a lung, switching between freezing and burning up, as well as doing my best not to puke. Dean hadn't wanted to leave me and truthfully I didn't want him to. However taking care of Pestilence and getting his ring was way more important than him staying there to take care of me. I was bundled up under a mountain of blankets freezing once again. A cough rattled my body making me ache even more. I groaned and laid back on the bed wishing this illness would go away. I heard a flutter of wings and looked up. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, but the angel in front of me was still there. My fever must be causing hallucinations because Gabriel was standing in front of me and I knew he was dead. "How are you here?" my voice came out barely a whisper thanks to my sore throat. "I'm the trickster, princess. I can do all sorts of things," he replied with a wink. A part of me wanted to believe he was really here and could help us stop the apocalypse. I just didn't want to get my hopes up in case it was a fever induced hallucination. "Are you going to help us stop Lucifer?" I asked him hopeful. Gabriel gave me a cheeky little grin. "I'll help in anyway I can, but right now I think you need my help princess," he said walking over to me. He put his fingers to my forehead sending me into a deep sleep.
                          
     I woke up sweating from the multitude of blankets on top of me. I threw them off realizing my strength was back and that I wasn't hurting anymore. Had Gabe been a hallucination or had he really been here and healed me? There was no way I could know for sure unless he showed up again, but at least I was feeling better now. I grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom ready to wash the remnants of my illness away. I sat my clothes down on the sink, put my towel on the rack and turned the water on waiting on it to heat up. Once the water was the temperature I enjoyed (almost hot enough to burn) I stripped and climbed in. The hot water washed away the rest of the tension in my muscles making me feel as if I had never even been sick. I grabbed my razor and began to shave. My poor legs were in desperate need seeing as I hadn't done it in four days due to being sick. Once my legs, sex, and armpits were hairless I grabbed my washcloth and covered it in burnt brown sugar and vanilla body wash. I dropped the cloth once I was done and stepped under the spray of the shower once again to rinse off and wet my hair in preparation of washing it. I grabbed my vanilla shampoo, put some in my hand, and worked it into my hair. I rinsed the shampoo out and added conditioner before rinsing it out as well. Now that I was clean I turned the water off and climbed out drying off, putting on lotion and slipping into jeans, a black tank top, and a red and black flannel. I finally felt like myself again now that I was clean. Only two things left to do pluck my eyebrows and put on deodorant. With those two things done I headed downstairs to find something to eat.
                          
    "Yea, I followed up. Nasty omens, but none of it's Death with a capital "d." Well, just give me a ring if it turns into anything. And, Rufus...You watch your ass out there," I heard Bobby say. "Chin up. Cavalry's arrived," Crowley said. I heard Bobby cock his gun right as I walked toward the room. "Charming. That won't work on me. Name's Crowley. Maybe you've..." "You're Crowley?" Bobby interrupted. I had joined them at this point and crossed my arms giving Crowley my best pissed off look. "Yeah, he's Crowley all right," I answered. Crowley looked at me and smirked. "In the flesh--of a moderately successful Literary Agent out of New York," he said. Bobby fired a shot causing me to laugh. "Ah! I liked this suit," he complained. Like we cared how he felt about a stupid suit. "What are you doing here?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, what are you doing here?" I questioned. "Looking out for Crowley," he answered. I raised a brow in curiosity. "Meaning...?" Bobby asked. "The boys are on to ring number 3, but we still need number 4. I'm here to help," Crowley explained. I gave him an incredulous look. He actually wanted to help us; I didn't believe it. "You know where, Death is?" Bobby asked. "No. Haven't the foggiest," Crowley replied. I snorted and said, "Some help you are." Bobby glanced at me with a smile before cocking his shotgun and pointing it at Crowley. "Well, then get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas," Bobby told him. "That's a mite unfriendly, seeing as I could be getting you Death's location in about the time it'd take you to reload," Crowley reasoned. "How?" I asked. "You're just gonna chat some demons up and hope they don't recognize you?" Bobby asked. Crowley looked at him like he was crazy. "God, no. That could get me killed. But there is this little spell that I know," he said. 
                          
   I wondered what the ingredients for this spell were. "That so?" Bobby questioned. "Results are 100% guaranteed," Crowley replied. If that was the case why was he here with us? "Okay. Then why are you snake-oiling me?" Bobby asked. "Well, it's a little bit...embarrassing. There's this...technicality," "Uh-huh," "I need a little something to get the magic going," Crowley explained. I didn't like where this conversation was going. "And what's that?" Bobby enquired. "You make a wish. I can give you anything you want, mate -- Up to and including Death's coordinates. All I need is..." "My soul," Bobby interrupted. I snarled at Crowley. There was no way I was going to allow Bobby to make a deal. "I've done more with less. Let's just say when they're getting their Grammys, they shouldn't all be thanking God. It's worth it, Bobby. Think," Crowley tried to convince him. "Not happening pal. His soul is staying right were it is," I sassed. If Bobby agrees let it happen. You need that ring a voice in my head said. I jumped like I was shot a little freaked out. Calm down princess it's me. Just let Bobby make the deal. 
                          
    The voice sounded very much like Gabriel and I was still a little freaked. I had no clue how it was possible unless I was losing my mind. "Okay. Here's my counter," Bobby said and fired his gun. "Ow! Bloody hell! Feisty," Crowley complained. Not that I could blame him he was full of rock salt; that had to sting. "Get out," Bobby told him. "I'll give it right back," Crowley said. I gave him a look of suspicion, but didn't say anything. "You think I'm a natural-born idjit?" Bobby enquired. "Quite the contrary. Look, you're right to be suspicious. But I'm your ally. Enemy of my enemy and all that. I need the devil back in his stock. In fact, my delicate ass depends on it. I promise you --temporary loan. I'll give it...Right...Back," Crowley said. I looked to Bobby as he looked at me. I nodded my head telling him to go along with it. I left the room as the deal was made not wanting to see them seal it. I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Crowley. "What do you want?" I asked. "Well sweetheart I doubt I'm gonna get what I want so no point in telling you. But I did want to say I'm rooting for you," he said before disappearing. I knew he was rooting for us to stop the devil so I don't know why he said that. However I was now curious as to what he wanted.