Underneath this warning is a series of spoilers. There aren't many of them and I don't think any more spoilers will occur during the rest of this story. But be warned and go on with care. Spoilers are evil. Intriguing but evil at the same time. If you see a spoiler warn others and give them a safety torch to carry on with. Also teach them the words to 'Carry on My Wayward Son' by Kansas. Anybody reading any sort of Supernatural fanfiction needs to know the words to that song so they can Keep Calm and Carry On. (Yes, I went there, I regret nothing.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing and regret even less.

Before I begin my story I want to clarify a few things. First off, the apocalypse happened; meaning that Michael and Lucifer are trapped in that cage. Second, Sam's soul was pulled out of the Pit and returned to his body, his grandfather was not brought back however. Thirdly, Dean was there when Sam was brought back- Sam fell in, Cass came back, Bobby woke up, and then a bright flash of pure white light and Sam was lying unconscious on the ground, alive and whole. No one knew who had saved him until an old friend showed up a few days later to help Castiel wrangle the angels and put Raphael back in his place. As it turns out, Gabriel did not die, it was all just an elaborate hoax to save the Winchesters and give them a hidden edge over everybody. However when Sam fell into the Pit, well, let's just say that Gabriel has a soft spot in his heart for that moose. These days, Crowley is King of Hell, Gabriel is the leader of the angel (and by leader we mean he puts on a crown, flaunts around, gets bored, gives a few commands, and then lets Cass take everything from there), Sam and Dean are crashing at Bobby's for awhile until they figure out what they're going to do next, and Castiel, well, Castiel is still Castiel; he helps Gabriel and spends most of his free time with the Winchesters, specifically Dean.

There, now that you have all that information I'm going to tell you a story. This one begins just a few weeks after the apocalypse has been stopped. It begins up in Heaven, amongst a small oasis that was created by Adam and Eve. Amongst the beauty and peacefulness of Heaven's Garden of Eden a miracle takes place. Away from Adam's and Eve's eyes, sequestered in a small clearing of the garden a bright light- heavenly and blue- shone down unto the grounds. It spreads itself across the green grass, shuddering and shaking as it split into thirds. The largest portion of the light bunches in on itself, shrinking and shrinking until it was no bigger than a man's fist. The second largest bundle of light bloomed outwards, twisting and twirling about the air until it was the size of a basketball. The third glowing orb faltered for a moment or two, trying to decide on itself, before expanding some parts and shrinking others, in the end it was the size of a grapefruit and no different than before.

The lights flickered for a moment, as if hands were gently running over them, before drifting down to the ground finally. As they touched the Heaven built by human minds the three orbs twist again, growing in intensity until they lit up the surrounding landscape with their brilliance. It was a beacon few could miss.

Across Heaven, angels turned their heads wondering about the glow coming from the Garden of Adam and Eve. All across Heaven, angels spread their wings and fly, as one, towards the source.

Gabriel, the archangel and Trickster, arrived first. He had seen glows like this many times before but only ever when an angel was borne unto Heaven. In his excitement and hope his thoughts ran with the possibilities that perhaps their father had returned to them, perhaps God was giving them new siblings- or even reviving the ones they had all lost during the apocalypse. He stretched out his wings and let all three pairs beat against the wind as hard as they could, soon enough he was slipping into the garden and coming to a rest on the edge of the clearing.

It was not God; at least God wasn't anywhere nearby. Instead of their All Father, there were three bundles of crisp white linen lying in the center of the clearing; big, medium, and small in their sizes. Gabriel frowned.

"What is it?" Raphael asked, having arrived just behind his older brother. Gabriel let the disappointed creases wipe from his face and turned to the other angel, blade already in hand and paranoia rising up like bile. Even now, despite having knocked Raphael down a few pegs Gabriel did not trust the other archangel.

"Let's see," The Trickster suggested, an easy grin falling across his face to cover the disappointment of his still-absent father. He stepped from the tree line, nodding towards Castiel and Balthazar; both of whom had gathered on the other side of the circular clearing. Around them others gathered, angels of all sizes and ages gathered to check on the curious proceedings. Together, they pressed close, peering at the bundles and watching tensely, in fear of an attack.

Gabriel crept closer to the bundles, tilting his head to and fro as he looked at the mysterious objects. "Hmm," He hummed, a frown pulling his lips down and creasing his brow. Closer he crept, until he was able to peer at the closest bundle, the largest. If he'd had a heart and if stopping it would affect him at all the vision he saw would have killed him with surprise. He stepped up to see them all clearly.

The largest bundle was a child, well, they were all children, but of varying ages. The largest was clearly the oldest, looking to be four in human years. The next one was maybe two and resided in between the other two. The last one was the youngest and smallest, possibly an infant of only a year, maybe less. Each of them wore a glowing white halo over their heads and slept peacefully, angelic in their features and the identical smiles across their faces.

Gabriel choked on his next breath, his heart heavy in his chest and tears of joy in his eyes. He bent to retrieve the smallest bundle from the ground, thankful that Castiel was suddenly at his side to help hold the three children. The archangel passed him the youngest and carefully holding the eldest and middle child in his own arms. Turning, he saw the look on the angels gathering close and knew their shock, awe, and tearfulness reflected those displayed on his own face.

"Oh," Castiel breathed, cradling the young infant gently. The angel's blue eyes were wide, lips parted in a gasp, and eyebrows had long since disappeared into his vessel's black hairline. He felt so many emotions; awe simply by looking at the beauty of the creature he held, joy that he could hold it, happiness that it was to be a sibling, and the knowledge that it was an angel, a new, baby angel.

"Can you feel them?" Gabriel asked, choking on his words. "Can you feel their Grace?"

Angels across the grounds wept, nodding as they became aware of the three separate beings that had tapped into their angel radios. Even Raphael was crying, head in his hands as he knelt before the bearers of the children and blessed his new siblings with every atom that made up his soul. The angels sang out, calling for their father and rejoicing his name, in a harmony that touched souls down on Earth and thanks to the Father above.

Gabriel passed the smaller bundle off to Raphael to hold, and then he unwrapped the older child and holding it aloft for all of Heaven to see. Beautiful blonde curls spilled from the white blanket, coming to frame her adorable cherub face. Her skin was pale and pink, soft to the touch and warm. A pair of fluffy white wings softly twitched in the gentle breeze that forever existed in the garden, soft as chick down and large on her small childish form.

"Behold," the archangel announced, careful not to wake the little girl up. "Our sister."

"Amen." The angels replied.

The last archangels traded children. Taking the medium child Gabriel unwrapped her too. Like her sister she had lush locks of a pale blonde that curled against her face and flickering white wings that were fluffy and soft to the touch. Her skin was darker than her sister's but still pale and flawless in Heaven's gentle light.

"Behold," He was getting all choked up now and tears where on the verge of falling from his amber eyes. "Our sister."

"Amen." At least it didn't sound like he was the only one, several angels were sobbing, hanging off one another because they couldn't take so much happiness.

He exchanged the middle child for the youngest, holding her aloft and grinning through his teary eyes.

"Behold," Gabriel proclaimed proudly. "Our sister."

"Amen!" The angels sang back to him.

He brought his youngest sibling down into his arms again and unfolded her blanket, pulling it away from her small little body. Every angel stopped breathing as they looked at her, sweet and tiny with innocence.

"What... the fuck?" Gabriel asked because there wasn't really any other phrase that he could have used for this situation.

The tiny infant had red hair instead of gold, acceptable if a bit disappointing. She had soft pink skin, just like her sister's. She even had those soft cherub wings that were white and more fluff than anything else. However, the long red tail that wrapped around her waist and ended in the shape of a spade really threw everyone. In fact, it made all those present just a tad sick at the sight of it.

"A demon!" Someone cried out. It didn't carry through the crowd though because none of them felt the presence of such a creature. Instead of sinister waves of evil and the feeling of unprecedented darkness, cozy, pleasant warmth came back to them, as if it were an angel they were seeking had answered them.

Gabriel blinked. Then, he blinked again because he wasn't sure what to do. The thing in his arms yawned, opening up a jaw and allowing this long, forked tongue to slither out and lick the air, before peacefully settling back into sleep. The golden haired archangel shuddered at the sight of the disgusting appendage.

"Gabriel," Castiel trailed off, urgency in his voice. Turning his head to the right Gabriel caught sight of the middle child, yawning as well, and the rows of sharp, pointed teeth inside her mouth. He gulped even as she settled down to doze in the black haired angel's arms. His head swung left and saw that Raphael was already holding the eldest girl, horror clear on his face as he watched her own sharp teeth disappear again back behind her plump pink lips.

The three angels compared children, holding the girls away from themselves and inadvertently forming a ring with the children's heads. At that moment, the eldest and the middle child shifted again, eyes fluttering minutely before sleep came over them again. However, the sudden flashes were enough to make all three brothers worry even more. Instead of normal eyes or even glowing heavenly ones, both girls had completely pitch black eyes. Demon eyes.

"What is the meaning of this?" One of the angels hollered. "What are these- these creatures?!"

"Hush!" Gabriel commanded eyes still wide and body completely motionless as the infant shifted in his arms, her eyes fluttering enough to reveal a set of normal, stunning blue orbs that glowed ever so slightly with heavenly presence. When she stilled he felt safe enough to address his brethren. "They're not demons." He said this to the brunette angel in the back who'd screamed about them being demons. "They're not angels." Everyone shook their heads in agreement. "Right... So what the fuck are they?" Unfortunately, no one came to answer his question- mostly because no one knew what they were but... Yeah, actually it was entirely because no one knew.

The leading archangel looked back down at the three children; the four year old, the two year old, and the infant, and worried. It was a sign... but of what?