So I decided to continue the story after all, even though no one really answered the poll I put up. I wasn't really sure how to continue the story, which led to the initial hesitation to keep it 'incomplete', but my muse returned and I have a fairly good idea of where I'll go from here.

Warning: a bit of foul language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or Supernatural.

"So what are you?"

The Avengers plus Gabriel were sitting in Stark Tower among the aftermath of the battle. A table had been dragged up, and chairs had been provided from various parts of the building. Fury was sitting in one of them, having come over once it ended with Redhead and demanding a full explanation, even though Redhead insisted she'd given one. Each of the new teammates had to give their perspective on the battle.

"Excuse me?" Gabriel was lounging at the other end of the table, feet resting on the wooden surface. He raised an eyebrow at Fury. "What am I?"

"Don't get picky on me," said Fury menacingly. "You claimed to be Asgardian, but Loki's said that you told him you were more than that."

"What, and he's a reliable source now?"

"You seemed to trust him when he said he was mind controlled."

Gabriel turned injured eyes to where Loki was lying on the sofa with Mjolnir on his chest. "I see how it is. You want payback for me keeping you out of jail."

"Do be quiet," was all Loki said, and Gabriel was sure he was rolling his eyes.

"Answer the question," said Tony. "I'm a little curious myself. Maybe you could tell us where that blade came from?"

"What, this?" Gabriel grinned and propped his arm up, letting the blade slide out against the pull of gravity. He saw Natasha raise her eyebrows for a moment, and let it fall back into his sleeve. "It's an angel blade," he said, wondering what they would do with the truth.

"A what?" Costume seemed to do a double take at the name. The other six looked skeptical.

"Angels don't exist," said Arrows. "Unless it's just a fancy name?"

"Please," Gabriel took his feet off the table. "Angels don't exist? Then where did I get this, may I ask."

No one had an answer for him. They were all looking at each other secretive-like, wondering if he was telling the truth.

"Say angels really do exist," Fury's lone eye was squinted in suspicion. "Where'd you get that? One of them just gave it to you?"

"It's mine."

Costume was staring openly now, not that any of the others were any better. Thor was staring at him thoughtfully.

"You're saying you're an angel," said Bruce dryly.

"Yep." Gabriel grinned his best shit-eating grin.

Stark muttered something like "I'm not drunk enough for this."

"I didn't think angels looked like that," Costume was looking at him curiously, like he was honestly trying to figure Gabriel out.

"Enough of this," Fury stood up, his hands hitting the table loudly. "I want the absolute truth and no angel cock-and-bull story is going to-"

Gabriel decided to make him shut up.

He stood up sharply, matching the motion Fury had made seconds earlier, and spread his wings with a noiseless whoosh of air and the lights crackled, clouds gathering outside as the interior of the penthouse was lit up with fragmented lights, illuminating a shadow on the wall of huge wings which wrapped around the walls and left the occupants of the table staring. There were obviously three wings on each side, even with the overlap which merged them all into one big shadow which was slowly expanding over them.

Gabriel tucked his wings back in. The lights returned to normal. The clouds outside dissipated. He sat back down.

Fury looked speechless for once, staring at him in absolute silence. Thor looked blown back by the display - most likely he had been able to sense the power behind it.

Loki spoke again from the sofa. "I have to say I was not expecting that."

"Loki you don't get a voice in this conversation, you're the criminal."

Tony finally spoke. "What the hell?" He said eloquently.

"No, Heaven, actually."

"How is it," asked Redhead carefully, "That an angel ends up as Loki?"

Gabriel leaned back in his chair. "I assume you've all read the book that describes how Luci got the worst time out of all eternity?" Bruce looked like he was trying not to laugh. "Well, that happened, everything went to shit, I got the hell out before I got roped even further into the whole mess. Hung out with the Norse pantheon for a while. Figured it would be the last place they'd look for me."

"Which angel are you?" It was Costume who asked, and he scratched his head as Gabriel's attention focused on him. "I was just thinking, there are a lot of angels..."

"Believe me, I know." Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Birthdays are a mess. To answer you - I'm Gabriel."

"The archangel." Fury's voice was flat.

"Unless something shifted between universes, yes."

"How did you end up here?" Bruce had taken off his glasses and was fiddling with them as he spoke. "If Loki was trying to summon another Asgardian, why did it work on you?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Maybe the spell was just geared towards his alternate self."

"No it wasn't." Aaaaaaand Loki continued to ruin Gabriel's life. "It was intended to find another Asgardian. It would only have worked on a non-Asgardian if they were closer - that is, in between universes."

Gabriel scowled, then saw the expectant faces around him. "There was a small incident right before I landed here."

"Small?" Thor laughed a little. "I know not of any small incident that can catapult a person into the realm between worlds."

Gabriel sighed. "There was some stabbing involved. Really, Lucifer is very rude. Killing someone with their own angel blade - hmph. I'd like to see what would happen if someone did that to him."

The table had gone absolutely silent. Gabriel thought [slightly vindictively] that if they were going to act all shocked and upset then they shouldn't have asked.

Costume was staring at the table, obviously burning to ask a question but not actually doing so. Tony's mouth was open in a silent 'wtf' face. The three actual spies were exchanging looks and carrying on a silent conversation. Bruce had dropped his glasses. Thor looked like he was about to reach over the table and hug Gabriel. Good Dad, the only other place he'd seen puppy eyes like that was on Sam Winchester.

It was Arrows who finally voiced what they were all thinking. "Killed?"

"Oh please. Don't tell me you think angels are immortal or some sort of crap like that."

"So they can be? By what?" Fury had no such qualms about sensitivity.

"Bit rude, Eyepatch." Tony snorted at that - Gabriel was the first to say that to Fury's face. "If I were feeling any less generous, you might be on your way to the first floor by express.." And by that, he meant out the window. Fury obviously got the hint, and backed off, however reluctantly.

"I apologize," Thor said, a humbled expression on his face. "If I had realized why you were-"

"No worries," Gabriel waved him off. "It's not-"

"So that's why you zoned out in the lab earlier!" Tony said triumphantly, Bruce giving him a startled look. "You started thinking about it!"

"Yes," said Gabriel testily. This guy was reminding him more and more of Dean, insensitivity included. "Pardon me for fully realizing that I basically died."

Tony looked abashed, but didn't shrink back in his seat or anything. Overconfidence, Gabriel thought to himself.

"It's not that big of a deal," Gabriel shrugged. "If I wanted to I can just-" he reached out to fly back up to Heaven.

It wasn't there.

His eyes flew wider in realization of what he was seeing - or rather, the lack of it.

"What?" Fury said. "What just happened?"

Gabriel steadied himself on the table with one hand, something only Thor noticed.

"You can just what?" Redhead pressed.

Gabriel looked up at them. Determinedly keeping his voice steady, he said "I'm not sure if your universe is royally fucked or better off."

"What. Just. Happened?" Fury demanded.

"I can't get to Heaven." Gabriel spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness. "It's just not there." He tried not to betray how much that shook him. "I don't know if souls will go up there anyway, or if they're stuck here. But hey, at least you'll never have to deal with my brothers."

This all seemed a bit heavy on Costume, who Gabriel guessed was religious. "There isn't a Heaven?"

"Not that I can sense. Not here."

Tony leaned back in his chair. "Fuck."

Gabriel nodded, and wondered if the man would mind if he raided the bar.

So! Some realizations. I'm not sure where I wanted to go with this chapter, so I'm keeping it short. The reason Heaven isn't there is simple: Time passes a lot faster in the SPN verse. So while Gabriel was getting summoned and fighting the Chitauri, time was going by in his old universe so that by the time he tries to access Heaven again, Metatron has closed the gates, sealing it off in every universe [not just Gabriel's]. While we have seen that there are doors to Heaven in the original universe, Metatron isn't concerned with any other worlds and hasn't opened any doors there for the simple reason that he doesn't care. When Team Free Will manages to open Heaven again, Gabriel will be able to access it again.

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