Okay, so this is the original ending for AIFLAW. This was the ending that followed season 11 almost to a T but with Gabriel present. Long story short, I'm much happier with the new ending. But I thought I'd share this anyway.

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Previously on: AIFLAW

Gabriel snorted and shoved off the wall. "This is going to go horribly, boys. I'm not gonna stick around to see it blow up."

"What? Where are you going?" Dean demanded as he made for the doorway.

"I'm going on my farewell tour. Either Luci'll nuke the planet, or Amara will- assuming they don't blow it up trying to talk it out. Might as well enjoy the ride."

"You were the one that agreed we needed Lucifer's help, you dick!"

"I did. What I didn't think about was their egos. We're screwed, Dean-o."

"Standing right here, Gabriel."

"You're always here, doesn't mean you're actually paying attention." Gabriel quipped with all the hostility he could muster, sending a final glare at his father before disappearing from the Bunker.

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'Hey, Gabriel. Time to get your game shoes on. They made up.'

Part of him wanted to kill something. That was the irrational, angry half. The other part, the level one, was completely stunned.

God… and Lucifer had made up. Just like that?

Gabriel appeared in the middle of the kitchen where Lucifer was helping himself to the candy stash Gabriel had set aside as a precautionary measure.

"Not yours." Gabriel muttered, gaze flicking to Chuck.

"You're good? Just like that?"

"Just like that." He responded, averting his gaze. "And I guess, I owe you one too. I'm uh- I shouldn't have abandoned you, left you and your brothers to take care of Heaven. I was… wrong."

"Don't hurt yourself there, pops." Gabriel rolled his eyes, "I'll take my apology in the form of my kids and call it good."

"Later. After this is settled." Gabriel nodded once, crossing his arms over his chest and crossing the room to grab a chocolate bar from his brother's hand.

"Really, Gabriel?"

"Really, Lucifer?" He retorted, raising an eyebrow and turning back on the room. "So, what's the plan? What'd I miss while I was moping?"

"Well we've got you both on board, drop a nuke on Amara and end this?" Dean suggested, the three ancient beings already shaking their heads.

"There's a harmony, a balance, in the universe. Light needs dark. Dark needs light. If you blow one of them up, then, I mean-"

"It wouldn't be a good thing." Lucifer and Gabriel said at the same time.

"It'd be really not a good thing. Like 'end of reality' not good."

"Okay, so we gift-wrap Amara. I mean, we got the team back together, so-"

"Not quite. We're still a few members short of the original line-up." The two archangels shifted uncomfortably at Chuck's words.

"Yeah, first time it took the combined strength of me and my brothers to weaken Amara before Dad finished her off." Lucifer added.

"Even then it was close. Not to mention the surprise element. Now with just the three of us, we'll lose."

"Okay, so what? We need more, uh, group therapy between you and the archangels if we wanna have a shot?"

"Unfortunately, no. It's outside of my power to bring Michael and Raphael back- not to mention the state Michael was in before Gabriel killed him."

"But you restored Castiel." Dean pointed out.

"Archangels are different. They're the stuff of primordial creation. Rebuilding them, that's – it's time we don't have."

"Why do you think we fight so hard to stay alive? It's a nasty trick to come back."

"How did you do that?" Lucifer pressed again and both Gabriel and Chuck glowered at him in response.

"Home grown secret, one I'm not sharing with you."

"So what do you need to win?" Sam asked, clearly trying to prevent the potential argument.

"Whaddaya got? What do we bring to the table to make up for archangel power?"

"We could try and find more Hands of God."

"A little redundant." Chuck jibed, holding his hands up.

"What about Crowley? Big demon power, former king of Hell. He was a player in his day."

"I could drag the demons into the game." Lucifer huffed.

"Yeah, but the demons don't like you." Gabriel responded with a grin. "Most of them, anyways. Crowley's the businessman."

"You're joking, right?"

"You think it's a magic trick that he escaped? Not at all, Lucifer. He wouldn't have had the power to escape you without some sort of help inside Hell. A lot of someones down there like him more than you, so he's our best bet." Gabriel looked up at Chuck who nodded in silent agreement.

"Alright, Dean. You and him were partners in crime at one point, do the big kids a favor and go fetch us a demon." A snap of his fingers and Dean was gone, Sam glaring at him from his seat. "Now, time to address the elephant in the room."

"Gabriel-"

"Temp-suit. C'mon, Chuck. I know you can do it. Making humans is your specialty."

"Not without their agreement. Free will's part of the deal, Gabriel. It always has been. Even for you."

Gabriel looked over at his brother who responded with narrowed eyes.

"We need a minute." Lucifer said before flying them both to the room Gabriel had claimed for himself.

"What do you want, Lucifer?"

"I want a guarantee for my life." Lucifer responded, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him back against the wall. "I want to know that when it's over, I won't be stabbed in the heart. Castiel's been my guarantee, but if you're going to insist I'm moved…"

"You want to bond."

"Grace to grace." Lucifer responded, patting his cheek and strolling over to the bed. "Lifeline from the Empty, guarantee for my life if I die."

"You're disgusting, Lucifer." Gabriel scowled, "It's… forbidden."

"That's a weak excuse and you know it. Like Dad said. Free will's part of the deal, even for us. Not to mention all your misdeeds. You just don't want to be the reason I keep living."

"You're right. I don't. Things might be… okay with us, but don't think for a second that this is fine. None of this is fine. What're you going to do when it's over?"

"That's not the problem right now, and you know it isn't. You might not care about Sam, hell you don't really care much for the little seraph. But, I've seen you and Dean-o swap heart eyes. Granted I wouldn't call it love, but you wouldn't turn him down if he asked. I'm not judging. I've got no place to stand in Vessel lusting after all-"

"Don't you dare try to compare my willingness to acknowledge the looks Dean Winchester possesses with your warped- don't you dare."

"I'll stop if you'll agree."

"What kinda deal is that!"

"The kind I need. Come on, Gabriel. What do you really have to lose at this point? Unless you want to share how you brought yourself back with me."

"No- damn it, fine." Gabriel groaned, shaking his head. "I'll bond with you- but it's a courtesy thing. I'm breaking it off the second that Dad's got her in her cage. Got it?"

"A month after she's gone. I'm not going to have you stab me in the back the second she's down."

Sighing heavily, he leaned back into the wall, spreading his arms to the side. "Deal."

"Wonderful." Lucifer responded with a grin, crossing back through the room. "Do you, Gabriel, take me as your mate- to follow each other through the passion of battle and beyond?"

"Ugh. Do you have to say it like that?"

"I could say it in proper Enochian but considering we're in Vessels they might explode. Do you?"

"Yes." Gabriel huffed, flinching as Lucifer touched his face, their grace tingling beneath the contact of skin. "Do you Lucifer… take me as your mate, to follow each other through… the passion of battle and beyond?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful. Let's get this over with." A dark glint in his brother's eye was all that preceded the next action- a single kiss that Gabriel would never admit to because it didn't happen. Nope. Not at all.

"That should do it." Gabriel ignored the smug look on his brother's face, snapping them both to the kitchen- instead being moved by a brush of his Father's power and appearing in the main room where Chuck was standing over the war table, Sam on the other side with a bit of hair in his hand.

"So, we came to an agreement." Lucifer chimed cheerily, crossing over to the table and snagging the hair from Sam. "Oh, yours. Fueling it with his DNA?"

"Yes." Chuck responded as Gabriel joined his side, shifting uncomfortably. "This body should be able to contain you at a similar level as Sam."

"In other words, it won't spontaneously combust when we go after Amara."

"In theory." Chuck answered dryly, the atmosphere shifting in front of them. "Fill his hair with your grace, Lucifer."

"Oooh, you're making a nephillim body!" Gabriel said suddenly, snickering slightly as a suddenly offended Lucifer did as told.

"Don't-"

"It's gonna be their kid, isn't it?"

"No!" Both Lucifer and Sam shouted indignantly, Sam's expression clouding with horror.

"Gabriel, please stop." Chuck all but begged him as Lucifer dropped the tuft of hair mixed with grace on the table.

"No, I'm not stopping." Gabriel huffed, glaring at Lucifer. "Put me in a weird spot, I'll shove him in one."

"What weird spot?" Sam asked, looking between the archangels.

"Nothing," Gabriel shook his head as the hair tuft began to twist and turn, shifting and growing.

"So… what's it going to look like?" Sam asked, changing the subject.

"You- and him. The closest human manifestation of his grace and your body. I'm sorry, Sam but I can't just make something from nothing and I don't have the time to drag together the primordial essence to create a new human that'll hold him. It'd be like dragging Raphael back together."

"So I'm like… Adam."

"That's pretty close. Gabriel, do you remember whose grace I used for her?"

"Anael." Gabriel responded, watching as the new form took on a fetal form, still growing, aging and taking shape. A small nudge of his grace changed a single aspect of the growing body that Chuck didn't acknowledge, much to Gabriel's contentment.

"So Eve was a nephillim?"

"Why do you think it's Cain and Able's bloodline that houses Lucifer and Michael? Direct descendants of a nephillim enhances it- plus my own meddling."

"You know, I like it better when I make myself forget how involved you all have been in unhinging our lives." Sam muttered.

"Nothing personal, Sammy." Lucifer quipped. "How about you go find Rowena? See if she can get a couple other witches to help out while the big boys talk."

"What-"

"Don't worry, your boyfriend will be in perfect shape when you're back." Lucifer grinned, trying- and failing, to snap Sam away. "Really?"

"Safety net." Chuck responded, most of his focus completely planted on the still growing fetus in the middle of the table. "He's right, Sam. Rowena is a good option to add to the Hell power. I'm not particularly fond, but it's worth trying."

"So you're sending me to do it."

"Yep. Bye-bye, Sammy boy." Gabriel snapped his fingers and they were yet another Winchester short.

"And then there were three." Lucifer mused.

"Four." Gabriel corrected, "You've got a baby on the way, Luci."

"It's not my baby."

"It's absolutely your baby."

"Well, it does hold you grace, Lucifer." Chuck spoke up, smiling slightly. "Which means, because the two of you decided to elope, it is your child as well, Gabriel."

Almost immediately Gabriel's smile fell, "That's so not- no!" Shaking his head, "Hells no, fine. Okay, not his kid- and Luci's not my wife! Or my husband!"

"I see a ring around your grace that says otherwise, boys. Now how about you both leave me alone so I can finish this?"

"Fine." Both archangels huffed out, each disappearing in their own annoyed flutter of wings.

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