You're A Superhero Now Gabriel

I own nothing. If I owned Young Justice, there would have been a Teen Titans reference. If I owned Supernatural, I would be best friends with Misha Collins.

Supernatural/Young Justice

SUMMERY: Gabriel didn't die. He got sent to another dimension by his father. …Who thinks that he should be a superhero. Did I mention he also has the body of a teenager?

NOTES: This is part 2 of the prologue set about 3-4 years before the series.

WARNINGS: Attempted murder and a couple of curse words. Nothing too bad and graphic though. This is Gabriel, do you really think he can be killed so easily by a gun?


I'm a Multi-Dimensional Wavelength of Celestial Intent


First I wake up in another dimension, then I found out that I can see and feel my wings, and now some guys might kill me. Great. I don't even know if I still have my grace! I could die! I don't want to die! ...Again.

Once the two goons saw Gabriel, they forgot about the gagged guy and headed toward the archangel. In the world they lived in – one with aliens and meta-humans – it was a good idea for the bad guys to carry different kinds of weapons and ammunition.

If Lex Luthor hires you, you get a gun with kryptonite bullets. With Martian Manhunter, all you had to do was start a fire. If it was a regular human like Batman or Green Arrow, than all you need is a gun or knife, and a really good aim. You would also have to pray that they actually died. Although, some superheroes haven't been around long enough for people to figure out their weaknesses. Assuming the kid with wings didn't need a kryptonite bullet, the men thought all they had to do was shoot him with a regular gun.

The men pointed their weapons at Gabriel. Gabriel was internally panicking, but he couldn't let those fools know that, so in an obviously sarcastic and over dramatic voice, Gabriel exclaimed, "No! Not a gun! They're my only weakness! Please anything but small, stupid looking, guns!"

The fat one fired, "Missed me."

The idiot shot, "So close."

The third bullet actually hit him. Except it didn't hurt. There wasn't even blood. The two criminals stood in shock. The winged kid looked human (if you ignore the feathers), sounded human, he obviously wasn't from Krypton, how did that not hurt him? "Some type of alien?" one of them thought. "Close enough" the archangel smirked.

Guns can't hurt me, I could hear the douches thoughts. Dad, please tell me I can still warp reality.

Snapping his fingers, the guns in the two men's hands turned into candy canes. Gabriel laughed and smiled as the thugs screamed and dropped the guns. Oh this is going to be good.


Gabriel spent the next ten minutes torturing the would-be murderers. Not torturing them like how somebody would be in Hell, but like how you would be tortured if you were forced to watch 200 hours of Teletubbies. …Okay, maybe a little like Hell. The one called Idiot was slow dancing with an alien – that will never get old – who resembled Godzilla in a dress, and the other one, Fat Guy, was turned into a pig. Fat Guy was currently running around squealing, which was hilarious to the now 12-year-old looking archangel. Finally, the dude who was gagged and almost murdered, was running away from a monster made out of money. Turned out he wasn't some random innocent victim. The man, Rick, owed a lot of money to a lot of people. Like the bank and guy who hired Pig and Idiot for example.

"What the f*** are you?" screamed Rick.

Gabriel, who was eating popcorn as he enjoyed the punishments he was putting those jerks through, only responded with, "I'm a multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent."

From behind him a voice asked, "And exactly what is a 'multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent'?"


It was a pretty average night on patrol for Batman and Robin. They stopped a few muggings, saw a few men and women get in/out of cars, and passed billboards advertising companies like Wayne Industries. To be honest it was a boring night. Nothing major was going on. Joker was still in Arkham. Penguin was still in Arkham. Everybody is still locked up in Arkham! Right when Robin was about to ask his mentor if they could go home, Superman called.

"What?"

(Pause)

"What kind of energy?"

(Pause)

"Where?"

(Pause)

"Got it."

The Dynamic Duo drove to a warehouse. Batman explained that one of the Justice League satellites picked up some sort of unknown energy at a warehouse in Gotham and that somebody could be planning on using it. Whether it was some new supervillain who wanted to get his name out by firing a weapon of mass destruction in Gotham City, or a meteor that suddenly fell from the sky, Superman wanted them to check it out.

Robin wasn't expecting much when they arrived at the warehouse. He expected to see maybe a weapon or a meteor made out of something similar to kryptonite, but not even Batman could've expected something like this.

There was a pig running around, a man in a dress slow dancing with Godzilla, and another man running away from a monster made out of dollar bills! On the other side of the warehouse there was a kid with golden wings laughing and eating popcorn. Robin couldn't deny the fact that some of it was funny, but what the heck was going on?

"What the f*** are you?" screamed the guy being chased by the money monster.

"I'm a multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent," answered the boy. There's no doubting now that the kid is the energy source.

Now all the Dynamic Duo had to figure out was:

What was a multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent?

Is the kid an alien or does he have something alien with him?

If not an alien, is he a meta-human?

Does he have any relation to Hawkgirl and Hawkman?

They basically needed to know what was up with this new guy.

Batman, using his most intimidating Batman voice, asked, "And exactly what is a 'multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent'?"


Turning around to the source of the voice, Gabriel saw a large muscular man dressed like a bat and a young (10 year old?) boy dressed like a circus performer. I'm in an abandoned warehouse with two hitmen, a gambler, and two people who look like somebody you would see in a comic book. Dad, what kind of world did you put me in?

Gabriel found out their names when he read their thoughts. Batman and Robin. Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson. He found out almost everything about them when he read their minds. He didn't look through their brains too much, just enough to know their names, where they live, if they're a threat, and where the nearest Dairy Queen is. Screw the fact that I could make my own ice cream appear, the ones I make are never as good as the originals.

"Answer me," Batman demanded.

"Do you have throat cancer? I think there might be something wrong with your voice. Let me help you." With the snap of his fingers, the winged being did… Something. Batman and Robin didn't know what. "What are you-" Batman cut himself off. His voice suddenly went from being deep and masculine, to sounding like a chipmunk. "What did you do to my voice?" Batman growled. Robin had to hold in a laugh as his mentor spoke. All Batman could do now was glare at the archangel and hope that intimidated him enough to talk.

It did not.

"Look," said Gabriel, "all I did was give these three some just desserts as I waited for you two to arrive." He snapped his fingers and everything went back to normal. There was no more money monster, no slow dancing Godzilla, and the pig was turned back into the fat guy. "Those two over there," Gabriel pointed to Pig and Idiot, "would've killed that guy," he pointed to Rick, "if I hadn't been here. The third guy is a conman and owes a ton of people, like the government, money. And since I'm positive you'll be turning them in to the police, I'll be on my way."

Gabriel snapped his fingers one last time and disappeared, leaving the Dark Knight and Boy Wonder very confused. After calling the GCPD and handcuffing the criminals, the heroes walked back to the Batmobile. Which was now pink.

"Not a word," ordered Batman as he and Robin climbed into the car.


That is the end of part 2 of the prologue. Part 3 coming soon. Hopefully the next one will be the final part of the prologue and the first episode of season 1 can be written. Also an explanation as to why Gabriel looks the way he does now and why God sent him to the DC universe will be written.

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Not-Gonna-Update: Interesting choice in name. As you can see Gabriel does still have his grace and you were correct about him being in Gotham.

princessbinas: The Flash/Barry Allen lives in Central City. I'm actually thinking about including him in the next chapter. Also, I've read stuff on this website before I got an account and one of your stories was one of the first I read. I love your work.

Guest: Thanks for the advice and I have read that story. Is this more descriptive than the last chapter or does it still need some work?

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