I don't own any of these fabulous characters; only the story line. Everything is made up and hence, a figment of my imagination. I hope everyone who actually reads this mess, will actually enjoy it. Please, leave a bit of feedback, it will help me write this story for you.

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Chuck kept smiling at his newly reformed archangel; Gabriel simply stared back at him. In the next instant they went from the inside of an exploding star to the center of the Garden. Gabriel blinked at God vacantly, saying nothing. Chuck's smile dipped slightly.

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot," he mumbled, "You're body's remade but your still missing the spark," He fondly touched Gabriel's cheek in the way that spoke of a father's love. He raised his other hand and with a single finger, much like the famed Michelangelo painting, touched Gabriel's forehead.

Gabriel stiffened, made an audible sound akin to a human gasp, and clutched at his chest. There were tears in his eyes as he felt for the hole he was sure was there. Then he slowly looked up. It wasn't his brother Lucifer staring back at him. He gasped out a stunned, "Dad?!" He patted his hands all over his chest in disbelief. "What happened?! Where's Lucifer?" his eyes widened, "Oh dear Father, Sam!" He clutched at Chuck's shirt, a barrage of questions spilling from his lips, "Did they make it out of there? Is Sam okay? Please, dad, tell me he didn't say yes?" He was becoming more and more excited with every question.

Chuck laughed quietly and thought to himself 'Yep, that's my boy'. He leaned forward and hugged him. He'd always thought of his youngest archangel as an energetic and hyperactive toddler. Maybe that was because he was a dad and Gabriel was the youngest of the first generation. Lost in thoughts about those eons ago he smiled and patted his reborn child's hair.

Gabriel, again, muttered a muffled, "Dad?", unsure what was happening. A million things were flying through his mind. He clung to his father; whom he thought had abandoned them long ago. His thoughts flickered to Sam and sadness grabbed at his grace; he wasn't able to stop his brother. 'That must be why dad came back' he thought. "Sammy's gone, isn't he". He said into his fathers shoulder. "Lucifer and Michael got what they wanted. Why else would you be here? Sam and Dean and even Cassie; they're gone and everything else on Earth is gone, isn't it", Then he shocked Chuck by letting out a loud, wailing, mournful, sob, "I'm sorry daddy. Forgive me. I couldn't stop them. I tried, but I couldn't stop it", He looked up at Chuck, who was still in a state of shock. "And then Luci stabbed me. I thought I was gonna die, but now here you are".

Chuck shook his head slightly, "No son," he rubbed his thumbs over Gabriel's eyes, "I'm the one who is sorry. I shouldn't have let it get out of control, but you and Castiel and those two Winchester boys were so dead set on free will. I wanted to see what you would do with it, Sweetheart. And, all four of you surpassed my every expectation, just like you always do," He looked off into the distance for a moment, talking aloud to himself, "Looks like blue is the way to go".

Gabriel was only more confused, "What does that mean?" his brows furrowed. "Are you gonna bring the others back too?", his eyes brightened just a bit.

Chuck sighed, of course he wouldn't know anything about the last several years. He had so much talking to do to catch his son up to the present, "It means you and I need to have a long talk, is what it means,". He sat on the bench that appeared behind them and patted the seat next to him.

Gabriel didn't know why, but the knot in the pit of his stomach tightened suddenly. He sat next to his father on the bench. "No better place than the Garden to have this talk," Chuck mused. Gabriel looked at him intently. "Son, there is no easy way to say this," he looked into his son's bronze eyes, "But, well, you kind of died,".

Gabriel's jaw dropped, "But … but, if I died how am I still here?" he stuttered, asking. "Dad, you always told us you couldn't remake archangels,".

Chuck rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced, "Yeah, I always told all of you that so you wouldn't be reckless. I can remake you all, it's just really difficult to,". He thought about how long it had taken him to find R136a1 and he shook his head; he was lucky to find that one. He looked back at the lost little angel sitting next to him, "Gabriel, you've been gone for six years,".

"No," he shook his head refusing to believe it. "No, no, no!" he jumped up nearly shouting, "Dad, is he even still alive?! I've been gone for six years and he hasn't had an angel watching over him?!"

Chuck frowned at the reminder, "I didn't expect Lucifer to kill you. I hoped he would do the right thing, as you four were doing, but I was wrong…"

Gabriel cut him off, panic in his voice, "Dad, who's been watching him?! I'm his guardian angel, if I was dead who's been guarding him?!"

God sighed and there was a soft breeze that swept through the Garden as he did so. A long extinct, brightly coloured bird flew out of the tree they sat under, across the meadow, and out of sight. Chuck gazed back up at his son, "Castiel, has been looking after both," Gabriel started to interrupt him again but he held up a hand to silence him, "I know it's not the best option. I know this. It was only supposed to be temporary, until I could rebuild you,". He rubbed his temple, he so needed a drink right now, "I just didn't think it would take this long to find the right star and as it is, I had to kill it early to do it,".

Gabriel turned toward the meadow, away from Chuck, arms crossed over his chest. His chest was puffed out but his drooping wings gave the hurt he felt away, "Why'd you let Luci kill me then?", he was very quiet waiting for an answer.

Chuck stood up and put one hand on Gabriel's shoulder. He gazed across the meadow with him for a moment before answering, "Because for the briefest moment, I thought he was going to do the right thing. I thought he would stop what he was doing and choose to exercise free will along with the rest of you. Before I could even react to it, his blade was in you. In just a split second he chose the same old path. I was stunned," He pet his son's golden wings, "and it was too late. Guess I've always put too much faith in him,".

Gabriel frowned deeply, he remembered it vividly; Lucifer's ice cold eyes, the pressure on his chest, the white hot burn from the inside out, then nothing. He pinched his eyes closed sobbing, "He killed me daddy. Luci killed me. I loved him and I thought he loved me too and instead he killed me,".

Chuck held him close again, "I know, son, I know," He gently rocked from side to side. There was not a soul, living or dead, who would dare say that this angel was a weak fop. After all, not only was he an archangel but he had posed as the god Loki as well. This was an exception. He smiled a bit remembering Lucifer's teenage outburst when he got to see dad again. So this? This was not so bad. He hugged Gabriel as long as he let himself be held in daddy's arms, "Lucifer, is not going to hurt any of you again. I made it so he can't. If he can't be nice and play fair, then he can just be in time out again," he soothed.

After what may have been minutes or perhaps hours, God didn't know, time was always relevant to him, Gabriel quieted and went into the equivalent of sleep for an angel. Chuck smiled and created a space on Earth that was quiet and peaceful beside a still pool of water and created a soft plush bed for his sleeping son. He put him down, on his stomach, in the center so it wouldn't hurt his wings, which were still visible on this plain.

Chuck rubbed his brow, already stressing. He plopped down in an already comfy, over stuffed chair, and sipped at his wonderfully aged brandy. 'What a day' he thought looking over at the bed a short distance away. That whole ordeal made him think too much about his short comings as a parent. He'd left one child in a small time out room for too long and when he finally escaped, what did he do? Beat up and then kill his younger brother, try to bully the preverbal kids down the street, and then end up right back in time out, lets not forget dragging his older brother with him, and then, as if that wasn't enough, he tortured one of his specially made humans. He shook his head, he didn't really know what to do with his 'out-of-control' teen.

He dug his free hand through his hair. Okay, so maybe after he initially put Lucifer in time out he'd basically just went to his room and locked the door. He didn't want to think about the kids and their squabbling for a while, they were driving him crazy. He'd just let time get away from him. At least now he was trying to make it up to all of them. He didn't mean to just ignore everyone, it just sort of turned out that way on accident. Now he had to clean up after his kids. He groaned out loud at the thought. Rebuilding Gabriel was the second step. He'd already let Lucifer back out of time out and made sure he couldn't hurt anyone like he had before. Eventually Michael would stop sulking and he would be let out as well. He sighed again and let himself drift, he'd get through this. He could and he would. Eventually, the drink in his hand fell to the ground and he started lightly snoring.

Meanwhile back in the bunker, Mary called her boys to dinner shouting as she used to do so long ago for John and little Dean, "Boys, come on, it's time to eat!", she smiled happily. It sounded as if a herd of wild horses were stomping down the hall towards her.

Dean and Sam practically threw themselves into chairs on opposite sides of the kitchen table, beaming at all the home cooked food that had been placed neatly on it. Dean made to grab the spoon stuck in the mashed potato bowl when their mother cleared her throat. He jerked his hand away. "Both of you go wash your hands right now. You're not going to sit at the table and eat like some dirty old werewolves," She said smiling at them. They flew up out of their chairs and down the hall again. She shook her head, it wasn't fair how John had raised them. She'd never been so disappointed in all her of life. She sat down and waited for them to come back in like civilized people.

Sam was right on Dean's tail as they ran down the hall and he was going to reach the door first. So, he did what any brother would do; he shoved Dean's shoulder with maybe a little too much force and knocked him down, nearly tripping on him himself, "Haha! Losechester!", Sam laughed as he disappeared through the door.

Dean hit the floor with a thud, "Bitch!" he yelled out. Should have figured Sammy'd do something like that.

Sam called out from the bathroom, "Jerk!" and then proceeded to slowly dry his hands making his brother wait. He smiled stepping out the door, "All yours, Bubba," he threw the towel at him and trotted off toward the kitchen.

Dean got up off the floor and walked into the bathroom with a frown. He took his time washing up just to piss his brother off and make him wait longer for dinner. Then he slowly walked back out to the kitchen table giving his brother an evil grin. He sat down and he and Sam both looked at their mother expectantly.

"Much better," she said with a smile. She picked up the bowl of mashed potatoes and passed them to Dean.

Dean grinned from ear to ear and took nearly 1/3 of the bowl before handing it to Sam who protested, "Dude! Leave some for me too!". He promptly took another third of it with a wide smile of his own before handing it to their mother.

Mary shook her head and chuckled quietly, "I can always make more boys, slow down," she smiled at both of them, "Dinner is about taking your time and talking with one another about your day,".

"Yes, mam," They answered in unison. Sam and Dean glanced at each other then went back to filling their plates.

"Oh god, don't call me mam please. It makes me feel like my mother is standing over me," She gave a sharp quick laugh shaking her head again.

And without even thinking about it they both answered, "Yes mam," in unison again.

Mary frowned a bit but chose to ignore it asking instead, "So, how were your days? Tell me what each of you did during the day,". She was determined to teach these boys how to have a proper family meal.

Dean looked up at her frozen, his mouth full of potatoes. He looked as if he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, "Uh…uh…I was just doing research on Sam's laptop all afternoon,".

Sam barked, "HA!" then he muttered under his breath, "researching what?".

Mary narrowed her eyes slightly, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last part, Sweetie. Say again please?".

Sam blushed. Dean looked smug. He decided to change the subject. "Hey Dean, did you ever go pick up that bell that fell somewhere?"

The light came on behind Dean's eyes as he remembered it, "Oh yeah! Nope, forgot all about," he smiled, "You can go pick it up though. I mean, you know, seeing as though you remembered about it,".

He gave his brother one of his bitch faces, "Sure. I need a break from reading anyway," He looked at his mother, "May I have some more meatloaf, please?", he asked. He surprised himself. Normally he wouldn't even like this kind of thing but somehow having a mom who had started to make them dinner every night made everything different. He'd never had a mom before. Right he did, everyone does, but he had no memories of her at all. At least Dean had some fuzzy ones. He always told Sam those stories when they were kids, but they were still Dean's memories not his. This was different, he was now making his own memories of her.

"Of course Honey," Mary said Scooping up a large chunk from the platter and holding it up ready for his plate.

"Thank you mom," he smiled. He didn't even blink when the soft ruffle of feathers sounded from across the table. Without even looking up he said, "Hey, Cas,".

Mary gave a startled yelp, that was something she still hadn't gotten used too. The Angel would suddenly just show up without warning. The boys didn't seem to be affected by this at all but it nearly gave her a heart attack every time.

"Hello, Sam," Castiel dead panned in his unique way. Then he smiled a little turning his gaze to Dean. "Dean,". It was one word, but oh so much was conveyed in just saying that name. "I hope I am not interrupting?", he asked realizing the family had just sat down for a meal.

"Not at all," Mary replied. "Let me just get you a plate, Hun," She started to get up.

"No, please. I have no need to consume food or drink," he looked at her with his head slightly cocked to the side.

Mary stared at him a moment. To her, his expression looked as though he were trying to figure out what he was smelling. She blinked, "Right, because you're an angel. Sorry, it'll take some getting used too,".

"What's the news top side Cas? Anything new?" Dean asked smiling at his beloved angel.

Sam watched them. You could see it in the way they looked at one another; they had a profound bond as Cas liked to call it. He hung his head; once, he'd had a profound bond with an angel. His angel was gone though. He'd died trying to protect them, he died keeping his beloved safe from his brother. He realized he'd missed most of the conversation so he just kept quiet. However, it didn't go unnoticed.

"Sam? Are you okay, Honey?" Mary asked, laying a hand over his wrist.

He looked up at her and forced a smile, "Yeah, mom. I'm fine,"

She looked back at him knowing he wasn't telling the truth. She saw the sadness flash across his face when he looked at Dean and Castiel and wondered what that was all about. She cursed to herself; there were so many things she didn't know about her own kids. In Sam's case, his entire life. She would sit down and talk to him about it sometime, but not here and now, "Okay, Hun,". She patted his hand and began to put things away. Looked like they were finished eating now.

Sam put the last bite of meatloaf in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it. Somehow it had lost its appeal to him, "Thank you, mom,". He looked up at her and smiled. She patted his back lovingly.

"Hey!", Dean shouted. Then he stabbed one more chunk of meatloaf from the platter as Mary was taking it away. She chuckled shaking her head.

Sam stood up and took his plate to the sink to rinse. "Well, since I'm gonna be down in the storage rooms, you can do the dishes," he laughed and threw the wet dish sponge at his brother's head, then ducked when it was thrown back at him.

"Boys," their mother issued her mom warning.

"Sorry, mom," Dean smiled, but his eyes followed Sam as he left the room. He mouthed 'bitch', at him in a joking way.

Sam mouthed back, 'jerk' and happily jogged out of the kitchen.

"I will help you, Dean," Cas said walking toward the sink, rolling up his sleeves.

Mary smiled at them. It was strange to see her oldest with a man she knew was an angel. It wasn't that he had a boyfriend, she could deal with that; after all she had grown up during the era of peace, love, and freedom. She'd always liked John Lennon and Paul McCartney's message in All You Need Is Love, and most importantly her favorite Hey Jude. What was really so strange to her was Dean's boyfriend… guardian angel?... was in fact a real angel. Angel's were real. That's what she found herself having trouble wrapping her head around. She left the kitchen, giving them a bit of privacy, and headed for what passed as their living room.

Sam entered the third storage room checking for the fallen bell and sure enough, there it was in the center of the room laying on its side. He frowned looking it over. It was a large thing and looked as if it was made of bronze. It looked as if it were ancient; in fact, it looked very ancient. Sam picked it up from the floor to look it over; the clapper hit the side causing it to ring loudly again.

He gazed at it intently. It had what looked like stars scattered around the surface and there was a repaired crack on one side that ran right through a winged figure holding a long stylized horn. He frowned as the damn thing stirred up memories he didn't want to think about. He ran his fingers along the repaired crack lost in thought as a single tear slid down his cheek. He didn't have many left any more, that was six years ago, but the hole left behind had never and would never heal. Not as long as he lived.

Gabriel, heard a shrill ring and a mournful wail in his sleep. It shook him awake. He shot a wide eyed look to his father. Chuck knew what it was. He smiled softly, "Go," he said quietly. Sam's soul was calling out to his son's soul again; only this time Gabriel could answer.

In an instant Gabriel was gone from his father's side and standing in what looked like a storage room somewhere. He stayed invisible as he gazed around the room at all the stuff within it. Then his eyes fell on Sam, just in time to witness that one drop fall from his reddened eyes and slide down his cheek.

Sam's lip and chin quivered a few times. 'No' he thought to himself 'I'm not going to do this again'. He wiped his cheek with his sleeve, forced himself to stop thinking about his lost, dead angel, and placed the bell back in its spot on the shelf.

Gabriel stared at him, his heart breaking for all the grief he had caused the younger Winchester. And then he was there, visible to the world, six wings and all. Sam had never seen his wings and making them visible would hopefully help Sam realize he was actually standing right in front of him.

Sam let his fingers brush the broken effigy of the winged man with the horn one more time before he turned and started to walk away. He startled, almost jumping, when he realized there was someone else there. He froze, all he saw at first were six huge golden wings filling up the whole room behind him. Confusion set in as he traced the line of them. Then his eyes settled on the face to whom they belonged.

His eyes went wide, trying to decide if it was a trick of his mind or not. Gabriel reached up and wiped the rest of those barely held back tears out of his eyes and whispered softly, "I'm here, Sam. It's really me,"

A breathy, "You," was all he could manage. He reached out to touch him, half afraid he would disappear; just like all the other PTSD visions he had any more. When he touched him, however, he didn't fade. He was solid, like the floor and the shelves.

Gabriel's eyes softened and filled with love, "I'm here now, Baby. I won't leave you ever again," he whispered pulling Sam into his arms.

Sam burst into a fit of mournful sobs, letting his weight fall against his archangel. He clutched at the old olive green jacket he didn't realized he'd missed the smell of so much. He was unable to say anything. He could barely support himself and he didn't care how loud he was wailing. His soul was letting out six long years of grief, hurt, sorrow, and loss. Gabriel wrapped his massive wings around him, shielding him while he was vulnerable to the rest of the world.

These two angel's had been the one thing that was constant in both he and Dean's lives of torment. When Gabriel was torn away from him it left a hole, deep in his soul, that couldn't be filled with anyone or anything. And he did try to fill it after a while, but he gave up after realizing nothing could replace his golden archangel. Then he'd had to watch his brother with Castiel. Castiel, who had died so many times and then been brought back too many times to count. He was jealous and envious of his brother's angel. He constantly prayed to god asking why he couldn't have Gabriel back. Then Chuck explained why it was so difficult, why he hadn't done so yet. At night he would lay awake, with no guardian angel there for him. And suddenly, here he was standing right in front of him, and his wings were wrapped around him, and he didn't have to be strong just now.

Mary, Dean, and Castiel sat in the common room of the bunker. Mary was watching the news, and her oldest son and his… guardian angel?… boyfriend?... sat waiting patiently for the television so the could watch movies half the night. Sam had gone into one of the storage rooms, but Mary, she was going to watch the news before bed, like she had done every night before she'd died.

"Astronomers say the unexpected supernova so close to our galaxy is a mystery spot. It's unclear what caused the star to explode prematurely but for several days R136a1 will shine as bright as the sun and will be visible during the day. For once everyone agrees, this is a once in a lifetime occurrence…"

"Wow," Mary mused, "Maybe we should all go outside and have a look at it, huh?".

Castiel jumped up in shock, his blue eyes wide as saucers, "It can't be," he whispered. He felt his grace immediately for the first time in six years. He looked at Dean, who was getting up off the sofa with a worried expression, "Its him. Somehow, father rebuilt him,".

"What? Who's back? Who is it Cas?" Dean said almost afraid to ask e star to explode prematurely o explupershe was going to watch the news before bed .

Right at that moment they all heard Sam's long wailing howl. All three ran in the direction of Sam's voice. "Son of bitch, if anything hurts him again… so help me, I'll kill it!", Dean said as they ran toward the storage rooms, "What is it?!" Dean shouted at Castiel just as they reached the storage room door. Dean gasped loudly. Their mother drew her knife, ready for a fight. They got there just in time to watch a massive set of six wings folding around Sam.

Cas finally answered Dean, "Gabriel." he whispered.

Note: I'm not sure what happened when I initially uploaded this but there was some kind of weird stuff going on with some of the sentences. Should be all fixed though. Next chapter should be up within the week , please let me know if you like this story line.

Peace, Love, and Free Will,

Me