Hello again, just to say that the italics are memories/flashbacks and will appear throughout this story to help me tell it. Anyway enjoy.


He is sitting on a plane. A fucking plane. He used to be able to fly faster than the speed of light and get to where he wanted to be almost instantly and now he has to sitting for 6 freaking hours in a metal contraption to cross the bloody ocean. On the upside at least he didn't have to take a boat. Gabriel knows he's rambling in his mind and he really does have more important things to be thinking about but it really did rankle. Why couldn't Lucifer have killed (using the word loosely of course as he was most defiantly still alive) him in England, it would have made his mission sooo much easier, but let's be honest when was anything ever really easy. With that thought he turned his attention to want it was he needed to do once the flying box landed. He needed to find them and get them back, but he had to make sure that he didn't return them until after Team Free Will averted the apocalypse but before Cas went all Godstiel (how he loved fanfiction abbreviations) on the world making deals with the damn king of hell. He knew it was a small window but ideally he would like to return them before Dean went to Lisa's and he started his nice apple pie live. He knew it wasn't fair on Dean to not let him have normal but if his plan worked maybe Dean would still be happy in the end, he could only hope that was true which he had to confess was a new feeling for him, usually when he played around with people's lives he couldn't care less what the outcome was, just as long as those that deserved it got the just deserts and he had some fun in the process, but when you start playing around with the lives of people you have come to respect it seems that you start to hope for the best, either that or the human he was now portraying was getting to him.

"Mr Speight, sir. We will be starting our descent into London Heathrow in a few minutes would you please put on your seat belt."

Gabriel came out of his musing to see the friendly face of the air-hostess as she made request quite firmly, he wondered how long she had been standing there trying to get his attention, he really needed to start remembering that here he was Richard Speight Jr, The actor who plays Gabriel on TV.

"Of course sorry I was miles away."

"No problem Mr Speight." And with that she moved away to take her own seat.

It's strange, Gabriel thought, this alternate universe with its hit TV show Supernatural that is so far ahead of the reality I am from. 9 Seasons and the apocalypse got averted at the end of season 5, of course after that all hell broke loose but with some help I can stop that, I have too.


This is what I know, my name is Rose, and I have a 1 year old daughter called Isobel. We live in the quite English village in the West Country and have been here for 3 weeks or 24 years depending on your definition of here. You see while I have grown up in this village and lived here all my life it was in an alternate reality, yes alternate realities do exist and are not just a science fiction construct, so to be honest I not entirely sure which number is the truth. I come from the world where the Supernatural is real, I should know it killed all my family after all, but these thoughts are morbid and I need to kept hoping he will come for us, he promised he would and I believe he will keep that promise. I know he is still out there somewhere I just need to keep praying he will find me as he did once before.

Gabriel was busy giving out people's just deserts when he first felt it. It was like nothing he had felt before, an explosion of grace, a burst of creation, desperately seeking a host to carry it. It wasn't like the feeling he had when Anna fell and her grace crashed to Earth, nor like the feeling he had when Jesus was born, but it had defiant similarities to both such events, the feeling was the pure light of creational grace combined with emotions; relief, gratitude, sorrow and regret but most of all love. Then he heard it, it resonated through him as it would all angels "Dean Winchester is saved" and he knew what it was he felt.

"Naughty, naughty Castiel" he murmured to himself, but however much he really didn't want to get involved in his bigger brothers fight he knew he couldn't leave it out there alone and defenceless and he knew he was the only one who could protect it, after all who better as a protector than the messenger of god himself.

It took him 3 months to track it when he did he found himself in an English village which had been rocked by the recent death of a middle aged lady, a death which was brutal and violent and had sulphur all around the crime scene. He knew the demons where closing in, but he would get there first, he would protect it from all comers.

He found her dazed sitting in the house which was now hers, shock written as plain as day on her face.

"Hey there. My name's Gabriel" He said sitting down next to here on the stairs.

"Gabriel like the archangel? Your parents must have loved you, either that or you were born around Christmas time, which is it? Me I was named after the first flower my mother saw on the day of my birth, it was a rose of all things, strange hu? Course she's dead now so..." replied the young woman with little feeling in her voice as if she was speaking just to stop her brain from thinking about what had happened.

"Yeah I know and it sucks but you need to strong now Rose, cause next time they will be here for you kiddo."

"In that case does it really matter how strong I am? They are only going to kill me too, why not just let it happen, it's easier than letting myself feel."

"True but does your unborn child really deserve to die before she has even experienced life?"

At this sentence Rose turned to really look at Gabriel and he saw a flicker of life come back into her eyes.

"How do you know I'm pregnant? I've told no one, and how do you know it's a girl? Even I don't know the sex yet. Who are you?"

"I told you I am Gabriel"

"Okay, then answer this, what are you? Cause you sure as hell aren't a demon"

"How do you know that?"

"As soon as the demons left I repaired the Devils traps they broke, and you my friend just walked straight though one."

"Good work. Very well I am an Arch Angel." Gabriel swept he arms out producing confetti raining down upon them.

"Really, confetti?" Rose said sarcastically raising one eyebrow.

"What? I thought the announcement should have some accompaniments and I didn't think you would appreciate trumpets, chocolate?"

"I was always told not to take sweets from strange men and you are definitely strange." There was silence while Gabriel ate his chocolate bar, waiting for Rose to process the information.

"So why is an arch angel here Gabriel?"

"For the same reason as the demons I would imagine kiddo"

"Which is?"

"Your unborn child."