A/n: I know it's short, but this chapter is just sort of me acknowledging the fact that I'm going to keep this thing going. Huzzah! Anyway, Thanks so much for the support, I'm glad people love Gabe as much as I do :)
This author's note is gonna be long. Prepare.
A few of you have mentioned my cover art. Thanks for noticing! Yes, it is my drawing and character design. She's actually an OC for a story that is sort of on the back burner right now, but 'll get to eventually.
As far as Gabriel's skills go, I'm under the impression that while he is an archangel and therefore one of the most absolute and powerful beings in existence, he is in fact the least powerful out of them. In Supernatural the Archangels are Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, and Gabriel, which is not exactly Biblical but there you go. It is said many times that Lucifer must be defeated by Michael, which suggests that the other two are younger/less powerful than he is. This is how I interpret things, and if I've missed some explicit detail that would contradict this, please feel free to let me know.
After this chapter, it's likely that the story will be more like one-shots within the Spn universe plus Gabriel—the situations that I think would still happen with Gabriel on the team. I'd have to rewrite like seven seasons otherwise, you guys, stay with me here.
Okay. I'm done. Go, go on, read the thing.
When Gabriel caught up to the Winchesters, they'd opened his last-ditch message, and who was he to interrupt their enjoyment?
Sam. Dean. I bet you're wondering what the hell is going on.
He was proud of this video.
He sat back for a while, enjoying the boys' reactions to his performance, but when they shut the laptop he decided it was best to announce himself as not-dead.
"Glad to see you boys were so broken up about my passing. I'm touched."
Sam and Dean jumped, Dean even whipped around with his gun trained on Gabriel. "Hiya, gentlemen."
"Gabriel?" Sam said. "I thought you were dead. The video just said you were dead."
Gabriel shrugged. "Well, I sort of expected to catch you before you played the thing, but there ya go."
Dean stepped forward. "Well what the hell did you mean? In the video."
"Dean-o, I thought it'd be fairly obvious."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, can we catch Lucifer?"
"Wait," Sam interrupted, "did you kill him? You're here, that means you won, right?"
The kid looked so darn excited, Gabriel's smile had to dim a bit. He hesitated. "No. No, I don't kill him."
"What the hell?" Dean threw his arms to his sides, incredulous. Sam looked no more forgiving.
Gabriel gave them a hard look. "What is the one thing people keep telling you to do, and the thing that you both keep refusing?" Gradually, both Dean's and Sam's faces cleared in understanding. "I can not kill my brother."
Silence prevailed for a moment. Gabriel was the one who decided enough sentimentality was enough. He clapped his hands once. "So," he said, "What now?"
"I guess we catch him," Sam said. "We get the rings."
Dean nodded, "Hunt down the remaining Horsemen."
Gabriel looked around once. "Where's Cassie?"
Sam and Dean shared a brief look, "He's, uh," Sam started, "He's looking for Him. For, um, God."
Gabriel let out a breath. "Of course he is," he said.
Sam, uncomfortable, said, "Why don't you come with us?"
Dean cut in, "Wait—"
"We could use him, Dean," Sam said to his brother. "He's an archangel, if we run into Lucifer he could take him."
"Ah," Gabriel said. "Actually, no."
"What do you mean, 'no?'"
"I mean, Einstein, that there are less than ten beings in existence more powerful than I am, and Luci is one of them."
Dean smiled humorlessly. "Well, that's just great," he said, "We get the least helpful duchebag with wings. Wonderful."
"That doesn't mean he can't still be helpful, Dean."
"I don't fancy dying once a day until we find this thing, Sam!"
"I'm right here."
Dean turned his attention back to Gabriel, "Yeah, and how did you get away, anyhow?"
"I'm tricky."
Dean and Sam both nodded a bit in recognition, and they were quiet once again. Finally, Sam seemed to come to a decision. "So," he said, "you coming, or what?"
Gabriel just grinned.
