A/N: Chapter Two! Woot, woot for me and you! This is, hopefully, a story y'all have come to like- at least a little! PLEASE REVIEW! They are the coal that keeps this story train a-goin'! Chug-a, chug-a, chug-a, chug-a, choo, choo!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Nor do I own any of its [Supernatural's] affiliates. The CW and Kripke own it- not me. For I am neither the CW or Kripke.

Warnings: There's won't be anything suuuuuper bad in this. Well, except language 'cause I've got a mouth that has made a sailor blush and I end up writing it into pretty much everything. It helps that Dean curses too!

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A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it. –GK Chesterton
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PREVIOUSLY
What he read made his heart hammer thickly in his chest. The Middle East was in an uprising, Japan had a devastating tsunami, and the Super Moon was causing all sorts of anxiety and chaos.

What. The. Hell.

NOW
Gabriel understood why he was brought back now. His job wasn't done. He was supposed to be there to announce the coming of the end and evidently it was coming again. Shit. The Winchester's were gonna be pissed. They'd spent so long trying to stop the world from ending and it worked… until now.

Gabriel smiled his thanks at Izzy when she placed his food down in front of him and then put his shake next to that, "What's wrong, hon?" She asked, looking into his eyes, "You look like you just sucked on the world's ripest lemon."

Gabriel unhinged his jaw, trying to look a little normal. At Izzy's chuckle he could tell it didn't work. He shrugged, trying to play it off, "I just got some news that my brother is trying to end the world is all."

Izzy nodded, "Oh, is that all?" She laughed, her eyes sparkling with life. Gabriel found himself smirking as he popped a piece of waffle into his mouth.

"Yeah, that's all." He stuck his hand out, "I'm Gabriel. It's really nice to meet someone who genuinely cares about her customers. You don't always see that these days." A blush crept its way up her cheeks as she shook Gabriel's hand.

"Thanks, I try to make this place a little better." She said. A marking on this inside of her left wrist grabbed Gabriel's attention. It was a pale scar in the shape of a Celtic cross. Gabriel knew what that meant.

"Where'd you get that?" Gabriel asked, sounding a little breathless. She was very different from the first Holy Mother. Mary was upset and callous from the very beginning. Her soul was bright, yes, but she hated people and it only got worse as her pregnancy developed. Gabriel hoped this would be different.

"Oh, you know, I honestly don't remember. Must'a burned myself on something in my dad's church when I was a kid." She said with a slight frown. Her right index finger trailed over it and the two of them started glowing.

Their skin looked as though a flashlight had been turned on inside of them. Gabriel gasped when he felt the connection of the Holy Mother burst through him. He was the first angel she'd ever met. Izzy's eyes flew wide and a panicked look roused in them.

Gabriel quickly took charge. He blew out the lights so they wouldn't be seen and flew them away just as the lights sparked and popped. They landed in a familiar/not familiar junk car lot and Gabriel was instantly trying to see if Izzy was hurt at all.

"I'm fine! I'm fine, Gabriel! Don't worry about me, I've never flown Angel Air but I know how it works." She smiled, patting Gabriel's arm, "I bent my knees." She grinned and glanced around, her eyes landing on one car and then moving onto the next one that caught her eye.

"What are we doing here?" She asked, chewing on her lower lip, "Where is 'here' anyways?" Izzy murmured as she stood on her tip-toes to try and see over the mounds of junk cars.

Gabriel snorted a laugh, "You're at a hunter's place. I know him…" Gabriel paused, chewing on his lower lip. His anxiety level was rising rapidly, "but we don't exactly get along. I need to find Castiel; he can get us in safely."

He screwed his eyes close in concentration for a second and then opened them with a satisfied smirk on his face, "Now wait, five… four… three… two… o-"

"Gabriel." A gravelly voice said, startling Izzy. She whipped around, her hand clutching her throat and her eyes wide. Gabriel chuckled as he spread his arms wide.

"Sup, bro?" He said, knowing full well his modern lingo would annoy the Hell outta his brother. Castiel was a tight ass angel that never really changed. He wore a trench coat, a crinkled black suit, and formal shoes.

Gabriel glanced over his baby brother's disheveled appearance, "You look like crap." He noted, looking at the bags under Castiel's bright blue eyes, his I-just-walked-through-a-tornado hair style, and the annoyed grimace on his face.

"I do not appreciate that comment, Gabriel." Castiel huffed, keeping his blue gaze on Izzy. It was like he wasn't even surprised Gabriel was alive all the sudden.

Huh, maybe some things do change.

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