Don't go! (Spn short)

"Listen kiddo, I have to leave. . .you cant tell anyone, can you do that for me?" Gabriel asked, at eye level with the little angel. She had caught him before he left heaven. Andrea balled her tiny fists and wiped the tears from her eyes. "But I don't want you to go!" She whined quietly, grabbing hold of his hand and pulling him towards her. He smirked, but it wasn't his usual big happy type of smirk, it was a small sad sort of smirk. "You're gonna be ok Andy, Mike and Raph are gonna take care of you and the others. . . You don't need me." He argued with her, lying to himself as he did. 

Pulling her into his arms, he ruffled her hair affectionately. "Gabe. . . Please. . . I don't want to lose you too." She cried into his shoulder. Very few things could hurt Gabriel, but damn did this hurt. It was like she was pulling on his heart strings, trying to keep him in heaven. But could he blame her? Andrea had already lost one brother, she obviously didn't want to lose another. But he couldn't stay, he didn't want to stay, and she was making it hard to leave. 

He sighed and combed his fingers through her golden locks, then wiped her eyes. "Oh kiddo. . . Your not gonna lose me ok . . . I'm just going away for a while." He cooed, she looked at him in dismay. Andrea felt cold and angry at her other brothers, Michael and Raphael, their constant fighting is what's driving him away. He sensed the sudden feeling of anger she held and frowned. "Don't be like that Andy. I don't want you to be angry at anyone." He stated softly. 

She hung her head in shame, that's the third time now the she had held anger towards anyone. Gabriel lifted her chin up, so she was looking at him. "Kiddo. . . Andrea. . Please let me do this." He asked this of her. Hoping to get some sort of acknowledgement, which wasn't anger towards him. Tears. That's all he got were more tears. It was breaking his heart to see her like this. She was a very. . Emotional angel; unlike the others. 

"Take me with you."

"Oh Andy, I cant. You know that, and you don't even have a vessel." He explained softly. She frown and stared at the clouds under her small feet. "Why can't I get one?" She asked, looking up at him like a sad puppy.  Gabriel thought about it and sighed. He looked into her eyes, her real eyes, and wished that he could tell her something to make her mood change. "Andy, you are not allowed to have a vessel. Your too young . . . and so is she." He explained sincerely. Andrea frowned. "What does that mean?"

"It means that your vessel is only a newborn. if you were to be put into that you wouldn't remember anything about being an angel."

"But wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"Oh kiddo, no that wouldn't. Think of all the angels you'd forget. Me, Cas, Balthy, Luci. . . And everyone else." 

". . . Just go then."

"Andy. . --"

"Just go! leave!" She pulled away from his hold and backed up. Balling her tiny fists she wiped the tears away from her eyes. He looked at her differently, like she was someone else. Someone who wasn't here anymore. He could see the blonde hair and the sky blue eyes, the anger. Though he sensed that she didn't like getting angry. Andrea sighed. "Please don't look at me like that brother." She said with a light sob.

Gabriel had heard that line before. Lucifer had said that to him, along with other profanities, a day before he fell. Damn, did this hurt. The archangel stood up, six wings unfolding. "I'm sorry." He said simply, then he looked away. "I know." She said quietly. 

Then he was gone.

"I know."