Gabriel felt the Angelblade slide into his abdomin and he saw Lucifer's eyes sparkle with unshed tears. He also saw the exact moment Lucifer decided to end it, nano seconds before he twisted the blade up. 'So, this is dying... 'S not so bad...' Gabriel thought, just before it all went black.
Gabriel opened his eyes. 'Wait... What? I'm dead! I don't have eyes to open.' "Hello, Gabriel." A very familiar, very loved voice said. Gabriel whipped his head around. He was lying in his own bed, in his own home. The one he had when he was the Trickster. In the comfy chair next to the bed sat an achingly familiar figure. Gabriel flung himself into the figure's arms. "DAD!" Infinitely warm and loving, his Father hugged the Archangel. "Oh Gabe... Gabe, Gabe... How I've missed you all." Gabe cried into his Father's shoulder until his tears were spent. Only then could he compose himself enough to look into his Father's face. He wiped his cheeks dry. "I'm sorry, Dad. I just..." 'Wait a minute...' "Where have you been then? If you missed us all so, how come you didn't come back? And speaking of coming back... How am I not dead? Luci..." Thinking of that moment hurt, a lot. His big brother, the one who had always defended him against Michael, had rammed that Angelblade right into his stomach. Granted, that could have counted as selfdefence, since Gabe himself had been trying to do the same to Lucifer. But still. Then he remembered the tears in the Morning Star's eyes. And he knew that Lucifer never wanted this.
A hand on his cheek. "Oh Gabe... Luci only did what I asked him to. I wanted you out, for now. I have other plans for you and a few others. As for not being dead, every Angel that 'dies', ends up here. This is a very obscure piece of heaven. I have been here all along, and here I bring Angels that succomb. How could I grant the humans an eternal life, and not the Angels? You are all my kids, Gabe. From here on, they can mostly choose to be whatever they want. Most choose to remain here, in their own little heaven, like most of my human children. Some want to be human, and see what living really is. Others I need to send back, like I did with our dear Cas, when Michael came for Chuck. But you... You have another task. Please allow me to explain."
Gabe felt like his head would explode. So much information his Father had given him. The things still in store for the world.. Wow. The things his poor friends, Sam and Dean, still had to go through. Only the details depending on which choises they would make. And Cas... Gabe felt his heart squeeze together. Castiël... Oh his poor baby brother... He would have it so tough. What choises he would make, it wouldn't really matter. Each road held pain for Cas too. Gabe wished he could help out, but Dad had stricktly forbidden him to set foot on Earth. He had a task here in Heaven, and he was exited to get started, but first he had to wait until his friends were done down there, in the cemetary. He sat down to his tv, and watched, cringeing when he saw the true face of Lucifer shine through the face of Sam Winchester. He gasped when Cas molotoved Michael. Gabe shot out of his chair and peeked into the room where he knew Mike would show up, just to see if Mike was alright. He was fine. Totally beside himself with rage that his little brother would do this, but ok none the less. Then Gabe turned back to the screen, just in time to see Lucifer explode their baby brother with a snap of his fingers. Glancing back at what he silently called 'the reception area', he saw that a wall had been placed between Michael, and what Gabe assumed would be where Cas would show up. Back to the screen. Lucifer was so angry, Gabe shivered. He was beating Dean with the hands of his own, beloved baby brother. Gabe just couldn't bear it. Sam was such a wonderful soul, and now he had to watch his own hands murder his brother.
Suddenly Gabe noticed a change in the stance of the tall man. He gasped. Had Sam overcome Lucifer? Behind him, Gabe heard Michael say, in a very firm voice: "No Father. I will go back and finish this, NOW!" Gabe got to the door just in time to see Michael take Adam Milligan's flesh and fly off. Gabe knew that it was only Michael that flew off. His Father had told him Adam was safe in his own Heaven, with his mom. Not willing to see his brothers do battle, Gabe walked into the reception area and sat down on the bed next to Cas. Cas was still out, but that wouldn't take long. Another glance through the open door, towards the tv screen. Holy mother of... Sam actually fought Lucifer and won for a while... Oh no. Now Mike had to step in, didn't he? Gabe watched in horror as both his big brothers, and their vessels, tumbled down into the cage. Cas moaned. The long lashes quivered, and the pale cheeks seemed to regain some colour. Gabe ruffled his baby brother's hair lovingly. The eyes opened and Cas looked up. Cerulean eyes locked onto whiskey-colored ones. "Gabriel?" Gabe smiled. "Hey bro." Cas looked utterly non-plussed. "Am I dreaming? Or is this some kind of cruel joke of yours?" Gabe flinched. "Autch kiddo. That hurt. You are not dreaming, nor will you be allowed to remember this, but I am still ticking, and so are you. Dad has so many plans for us. For now, you need to go back."