Disclaimer I'm not Eric Kripke or the CW Network so I own the rights to nothing, and sincerely hope no one sues me because it will such a waste of their time as I'm broke as a joke.

Notes This is a Gabe/OFC fic with a side of Dean/Cas if that's not your cup of tea I suggest you run like there's a hellhound on your tail, otherwise enjoy. On a completely unrelated note this is unbetaed as you can probably gather from reading the following fic. My punctuation sucks (yes all you flamers, I'm well aware of the fact thank you very much) anyone willing to subject themselves to being my beta should P.M. me as I will be forever grateful for any help I can get.

Prologue

Gabriel often finds himself wondering what it would be like to have what his brother Castiel has with Dean. It's been five years since they stopped the apocalypse and Castiel and Dean are still more often than not having public displays of affection that make both he and Sam want to gouge their eyes out with a spork. Still he can't help but fill a niggling hint of jealousy maybe it's because he's been away from home for so very long now and he misses the connection he had with all his siblings, or maybe it's because times have changed since he first started posing as a pagan god he remembers rather vividly a time when villagers would leave pretty little virgins alone in a forest clearing to secure his favor in helping them avenge themselves of a rival clan or a cruel overlord. Times had been hard back then, injustices were a way of life, and the Trickster got lots of tail in return for playing a few nasty pranks on the high and mighty. But that had been centuries ago and no one really practiced the old ways anymore occasionally some new age or Wiccan newbie would be fool enough to invoke him, but even that was a rarity these days, and so Gabriel more often than not was reduced to having to snap himself up a bevy of beautiful babes when he was lonely and didn't have either the time or the patience for the bar scene.

No the only time anyone invokes him these days is as Gabriel the archangel and more often than not it's because they want his help getting in the family way yeah follow a few orders and tell the young and untouched and the old and barren their preggers and suddenly you can never live it down, the reputation of heaven's stork follows you for the rest of eternity. Gabriel however would advise those seeking his favor in starting a family to be careful what you wish for because he has been known to help just ask Nadya Suleman and Jon and Kate Gosselin what a wonderful idea that is.

No today Gabriel is neither fully archangel nor a Trickster but an odd mix of the two often finds himself tagging along as part of Dean Winchester's merry band of misfits partly because his little brother went and mated himself to the elder Winchester and that sort of makes them in-laws now and partly because well at some point during the whole apocalypse mess he became accustomed to being part of this odd little family. He's actually surprised by how quickly it all became the norm for him but at this point he's used to watching his brother suck face with Dean, having Bobby Singer treat him like a kid and call him idget something that still sends a spark of longing through him for his real Father, and having Jesse the antichrist who wasn't evil after all, who Sam ended up more or less adopting after Zachariah killed his folks, call him uncle Gabe.

So this is how Gabriel or Gabe as he is more frequently called these days due to Dean's penchant for shortening everyone's name finds himself sitting on the steps of Bobby's porch watching Dean and Castiel share a kiss, while Bobby grills up some burgers, and Sam and Jesse kick around a soccer ball.

It's all of this domesticity and warm fuzziness that has Gabriel contemplating love and relationships, and the possibility of settling down himself. He has met someone, someone that has managed to captivate him, something he never imagined any mere human could do, but like it or not with each passing day there's a certain part of him that he feels ever the more willing to give away. Nowadays there is always a picture in his mind, a name on his lips, a confession just waiting for the right moment to roll off his tongue.

Her name is Wendy and she makes the best ice cream sundae's ever.