Enter: Gabriel Luciano

The rain pour heavily upon a bloodied battle field. Many corpses littered the wasteland as scavengers feasted upon the lifeless bodies. A young boy, just in is early teens, was frantically looking for something, or someone.

"Castiel! Castiel where are you! Say something please!" the boy shouted out as he checked the bodies to see if anyone of them matched the appearance of "Castiel". He heard a raspy groan coming from behind, immediately turning around. Behind him was an injured man that had blood pouring out of his wounds. The leather armor that this man wore was damaged beyond repair.

"Castiel!" the boy shouted as he quickly rushed to the injured man. The poor child could barely contain his tears as the man collapsed to his kness. It was apparent that this man was going to die.

"Gabriel ... I... told you to go to the mountains..." Castiel gasped, placing his bloody hand on the boy's shoulder. "I guess I can't blame you... you're my... legacy afterall..." the man could barely speak, interrupted with him coughing up blood.

"Castiel... don't... don't tell me you're going to die!" Gabriel cried, trying desperately to hold up the dying Castiel. The man grabbed Gabriel's head from the back and pulled him closer.

"Gabriel... why... are you crying? Didn't... I tell you... that you... were my legacy?" Castiel gasped as he let out a warm, brotherly smile. Then his arm fell to his side, limp from all life. Gabriel, now devastated beyond belief, let out a cry of anguish.

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Gabriel woke up from his slumber, sweating profusely in the covers of his bed. The now young adult exhaled heavily before he lied back down. He looked around the area, remembering that he rented a room at a tavern.

"Dang... just another dream..." he said to himself before summoning the strength to get out of his bead. Wearing nothing but his black briefs and decently built body, Gabriel walked towards the bathroom to get ready for his day.