Chapter One: Return of the Archangel
A/N: For those of you who read my one-shot, An Angel's Soulmate, here's the sequel you've been asking for. I suggest reading it if you haven't, but you don't really need to to understand this sequel. My priority fic at the moment is my WWE fic, Fallen Angel Restored, so updates for this will probably be super slow and random depending on how much time I have to write chapters. This'll pick up a little after the events of the one-shot. With some fluff before the plot begins, this story will follow the current events of season 11. Sorry in advance if Gabriel and the rest of the characters are a little, or a lot, OOC. It's been a few seasons since I've seen *cough cough fake Loki!* him. Read, review if you like, and enjoy. Disclaim: I don't own SPN or anything affiliated w/ Supernatural. I'm just a WWEFangirl who loves writing Destiel ff! ;)
Everyone was still in shock. Gabriel, the youngest and most mischievous archangel that God created, was alive. He was stabbed by Lucifer himself right before their eyes, so how...? They didn't question further. God had brought him back and they were grateful, but no one was brought back unless they had a purpose. Unfinished business, a prophecy, Amara/The Darkness. It's why Dean, Castiel, and Sam had been brought back many times before, so why would it be different for Gabriel?
Though the trickster had been brought back to help deal with The Darkness, his real reason revolved around one hunter. Sam Winchester, though he wouldn't learn this until much later. He would never admit it, but he had a soft spot for the younger Winchester. Those beautiful hazel eyes, flowing chestnut locks of hair, thinks before he acts, tries to be rational, isn't selfish. He could go on and on about him and never run out of things to say about Sam. The fact of the matter is that Gabriel had a crush on a Winchester. A WINCHESTER. Not just any Winchester, Sam Freaking Winchester. Of course, Gabriel was so consumed in these thoughts that he didn't even notice someone enter the room, let alone lay a hand on his shoulder. As soon as he felt it, he drew his archangel blade and pointed it straight at the intruder's throat, who was pointing one at his in return. "Put down your weapon, brother," he said. Gabriel scoffed and lowered his blade.
"Whatever Dean blamed me for, it wasn't me, I swear. He was the one who took your- oh, you found it. The feathers were my idea." Castiel stood with an irked look on his face. His trench coat was soaked in maple syrup and chicken feathers on the inside. Blame Crowley for referring to the angel as the Winchesters' "feathered friend", because that's where the idea came from. He could hardly hold in a laugh at the sight. His younger brother's clothes were a white, sticky, fluffy sight to behold.
"I may not be human and I may reside in Heaven, but I understand what's at stake right now. The fate of this Earth is in the hands of Sam and Dean. If you really were brought back to help them, start being serious andstop acting like an overgrown child," Cas growled as he flew off in a huff. That's when the trickster started to laugh. At first it was more of a snicker, then it got louder the longer it went. He knew he needed to be serious, but that was exactly Castiel's problem. He was too serious sometimes, didn't know how to lighten up. Sam chose this moment to walk past the room to get breakfast. Seeing Gabriel with that joy filled look on his face, eyes bright and dazzling, head thrown back with his chuckle echoing throughout the bunker, made Sam feel like he was on cloud nine.
He, secretly, had a slight, minor, itty-bitty, crush on the trickster. He never did fully forgive Gabriel for making him relive Dean dying for thousands of Tuesdays in a row, but he had saved their lives and given them help when the least expected it. Being grateful was one thing, but owing your life to someone was something completely different. Especially if it was to a powerful, bold, brave, hot archangel who actually cared about you. Gabriel was easy to be around sometimes, if you needed to lighten the mood, he'd be there, he was a great ally to have on cases when fights broke out, for scouting, detecting traps; Gabriel was just a great person- angel- to have as a friend. Friend was a major understatement to Sam though. Even family wasn't a strong enough word. He wanted them to be more than that. It seemed crazy to think that way. He hardly knew Gabriel. It wasn't like with Cas where they'd fought side by side for years, or gotten dragged out of Hell on completely voluntary suicide missions. Gabriel had done nothing but make their lives miserable up until the day he "died" for them. Nowadays, however, it didn't matter to Sam anymore.
Gabriel turned when he sensed someone in the doorway. His beamed even wider when he saw Sam. "We have a habit of finding each other like this, don't we?" he asked. Sam chuckled nervously at him, walking over and plopping down in the chair next to his. He really hoped no one could see the blush slowly creeping across his cheeks.
"Yeah, I guess we do…" Sam fidgeted a bit and took a deep breath before continuing. "So, how have you been?" The archangel raised his eyebrows at the question.
"How have I been? Hmm. Well, other than the fact that I was dead for years and I was just revived a little while ago, along with the fact that my crazy aunt is running wild and wreaking havoc, I'm just peachy," he responded. He didn't mean to sound annoyed, but he must have if Sam's apologetic voice was anything to go by.
"Sorry, I just… I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. It's a lot to take in that one of the archangels who you owe your life to is alive after he died for you…" Sam said, feeling guilty for getting on Gabriel's nerves. He'd only been alive again for a few days and he wasn't helping things. The trickster's expression softened, and he got a warm feeling the way Sam talked about him, as he replied.
"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. It's fine, I just… I'm just as confused as you. Besides Samsquatch, it's good to see you again." Sam blushed and muttered a quiet, "You too." before getting down to business.
"So, Castiel told you the situation with the Darkness, right?" Gabriel nodded. "And he told you about my… visions from God?" Again, the trickster nodded. "And you know what we w-"
"If you ask me if another question about something again, you're gonna end up like Cassie back there. Covered in feathers and maple syrup because he's called a "feathered friend" of the Winchesters. Only this time, I might give you antlers. Crowley has to call you moose for a reason. I'll give him an actual one," Gabriel deadpanned, making Sam cover his head in a defensive manner, "Yes, I know you wanna spring my obnoxious big brother from his cage. The question is how. The bigger question is why?"
"You're not getting anywhere near my head," he said with a smile, "and Dean and I have a plan. It's still a work in progress, but it's a plan. God locked away Amara with the help of the archangels. They're more powerful than hundreds of angels combined! And since Lucifer is the strongest and the only one still kind of their right mind that's alive-"
"Uh, hello?! *points to himself* I'm right here!" Gabriel stated with an outraged expression on his face. Sam shook his head. This was gonna be harder than he thought.
"Well, we didn't know that you were alive before I started getting the visions. They're from God himself. Your dad has to have a reason for showing me the Cage. He even showed me talking with Lucifer!"
"So you see my big brother "talking" with you, in the cage, and you assume this means break him out? Are you out of your mind?! Also, how do you know that dad is sending you these and it's not some angel or demon messing with your head?" the trickster questioned.
"Because they happened after I prayed," Sam insisted. "Every time I asked for guidance, a sign, something to help us with the Darkness, I got a vision. He heard me."
"Come on, Samantha. No one's heard or seen pops in forever. Are you sure the right person heard you? Are you sure you're not imagining things? Just lookin' for a way out?"
Sam stood with a frustrated look on his face. "I know what I saw. And I know where the visions came from and what they mean. We need him, Gabriel. I'm going to get him,with or without your help, and not you, Dean, Cas, or anyone else is stopping me," he growled with a tone of finality. Of all the people he thought would understand him, he believed Gabriel would be that person. You think you know someone… The younger Winchester stood up and left the room, not noticing the sad stare he was receiving. 'Oh, Sam. Sammy, Samuel, Samantha, Sam... If only you knew just how much you mean to me. If only you knew how much I care about you. I won't let Lucifer, or anyone, manipulate you. I won't let you do this. *mischievous smile* And I know exactly how to stop you.'