From there, the brothers helped where they could and kept Sherlock entertained for as long as he could be (about an hour at maximum before he began asking about supernatural creatures and hunts) however Sherlock's body still wasn't handling the stress of the grace well at all. Two days after the Winchesters arrived, Sam pulled Gabriel aside.

"We've been doing the best we can, but other than keeping his mind busy, we're not much help. We know how to use alcohol to sterilize wounds and how to sew someone up in a motel room but actual medical training? I only applied to law school, not med school."

Gabriel sighed. He had been thinking on the same level.

"Well, I have to give you props for at least keeping him busy. I know he's my kid by how whiney he gets when he's bored."

Sam chuckled. "How about you get his friend John. He's a doctor, an army doctor even! I bet Sherlock misses him anyways."

"And go 'Hey! Hope you're coping well with your friend committing suicide in front of you but it turns out he's alive and growing wings out of a life force that humans have never messed with and we need your help?' I may play pranks and give people a hard time but that's a dick move especially for someone as loyal as John Watson."

"Alright then, answer me this: what happens if Sherlock's vessel fails? Isn't practically all of his grace going towards the formation of his wings? Is any actually being spared for the upkeep of his body?"

Gabriel swore and glanced over at his son listening raptly to Dean give a lengthy lecture about wendigos.

"Know what? Fine. But you're coming with me." He said and raised his hand to snap his fingers but paused. "We're going out!" He shouted and suddenly Sam found himself in an empty alleyway.

As the two walked out, Sam couldn't help but feel excited. Yes, they'd been in England for a few days now but they hadn't left the apartment. Now he was walking around in downtown London!

"You can fanboy later. We have to take the human way over to Baker Street. We're probably going to be spotted so look out for black government cars." Gabriel casually began walking ahead while Sam pondered that statement. He ran to catch up.

"Spotted? By who?"

"Big brother." Gabriel replied with his signature wiggling of the eye brows.

"I really hope you mean the government and not your older brothers that somehow escaped the pit or came back alive."

"One can only hope."

They continued walking for another ten minutes and like Gabriel predicted, a black car pulled up to them and a woman stepped out.

"Sirs, if you could please join me?"

"You would think we'd go out for dinner first!" Gabriel replied and both humans glared at him. "Fine, fine."

They all stepped in the car and throughout the drive, Sam kept squirming while Gabriel made leering eyes at both of them while the woman ignored both of them by going through her phone.

It was an awkward ten minute drive with absolute silence since Gabriel decided to pick this one time to stay quiet.

They ended up at a fancy building with a plaque on the outside that read 'The Diogenes Club'. With the instructions to follow one of the staff, the woman got back in the car while the archangel and hunter continued on until they reached an office where a man was waiting for them.

"Long time no see, Mycroft." Gabriel said and Mycroft looked unimpressed.

"You decided to finally show up again in London. Why?"

"Just needed a stroll around the neighborhood. Needed to talk to one Doctor Watson."

Mycroft stared at Gabriel who met his gaze evenly. Sam honestly felt like they didn't even remember he was in the room and honestly wished his brother was there to make some stupid comment.

"So you let your son die?"

"And you let your brother die. Looks like we're on even playing fields." Gabriel retorted and Sam caught a slight wince from the British man whom he now identified as Sherlock's brother. If the name didn't tip him off, it seemed obvious now by the demeanor although Sherlock seemed almost friendlier.

Finally, Mycroft sighed and his shoulders slumped.

"I honestly tried to get there in time. Moriarty kept slipping through our grasp and he wasn't caught until it was too late. I already feel horrible for not keeping an eye on the situation more and I loathe to think what he thought of me at the end."

Sam recognized this at least. The regrets of an older brother who watched his younger brother die before him.

"He thought of you actually." Gabriel commented and Mycroft quickly turned his gaze on him. "You may think that I disappeared again after I first met Sherlock, but I was actually around the entire time. Even when he jumped. I was the one who restrained Moriarty and was the one to end him in prison." Gabriel spoke seriously and Sam could see that he was in archangel mode. "I didn't want him to die but it was his time. I wouldn't have been brought back to him if it wasn't."

Gabriel plopped down on one of the sofas in the room while both humans watched him.

"You never did find out what I was, did you?"

Mycroft shook his head. "Trust me, I tried looking. The closest that mummy was to telling me was that you've been around for a long time."

Gabriel shrugged. "She wasn't wrong." He finally looked over to Sam and nodded at him to tell the older Holmes brother.

"Well…" Sam sighed and Mycroft looked over to him. "He's Gabriel. The archangel. Hell, my brother and I didn't know for a while since he was disguised as a Trickster for a while."

Mycroft looked over to the being that was sprawled across his furniture. "And you're one of those Hunters that I've heard so much about?"

"He's a Winchester. I'm sure you've heard of them if you've tapped into the channels over in the States."

To Sam's surprise, Mycroft nodded. "The hunter brothers who allegedly stopped the apocalypse last year. It's a pleasure to meet you Samuel."

"How did you- you know what? I'm not even going to ask how you know that. You probably know how to deduct like Sherlock does."

Mycroft's eyes snapped to him.

"You know of him?"

Gabriel cut in. "He read Sherlock and John's blogs. Now, we just have to go talk to Doctor Watson if that's all right with you?"

Mycroft stared at the both of them again and Sam couldn't help but squirm once more.

"Was he happy with his choice?"

"Yes he is." Gabriel replied and as Mycroft's eyes widened, Gabriel snapped and Sam found himself outside of a café on a busy London street. "Damn, that man is demanding. At least he has less of a stick up his ass than before."

"So…" Sam drawled, "That was Sherlock's brother?"

"Yup, his older half-brother, Mycroft Holmes. He's apparently the British Government." Gabriel went up the couple steps to a black door while Sam stared at him.

"The British government?"

Gabriel grinned. "Yeah. Essentially the puppet master. Knows and controls all." He wiggled his fingers in the air and Sam stared at him a moment more before letting out a sigh and following him up the steps while Gabriel knocked on the door. There was a shout of 'wait one minute' and a few seconds later an older woman opened the door. Gabriel, ever the charmer, smiled warmly.

"Hello! Is Doctor Watson currently in?"

"Oh, John? Yes he is, but he's having a bit of a bad day. Are you here for an appointment? I'm afraid he doesn't take cases anymore since, well, Sherlock…" The woman sighed.

"Wait a minute, you must be Mrs. Hudson! You look so much younger than I thought you would!"

'Dear god.' Sam thought to himself as Mrs. Hudson brightened immediately.

"Oh, dear! Where have you even heard of me from?"

"I know I look a bit young but I always have, but my name is Gabriel Malachi. I'm Sherlock's father."

"Oh my!"

Sam tuned out as Mrs. Hudson, apparently, and Gabriel ('Malachi?') had some small talk and how Mrs. Hudson was so sorry about his son and Gabriel reassuring her back and talking about a variety of things until Mrs. Hudson was reminded of why they were here in the first place.

"Oh, I'm sure John would be willing to talk to you both." Gabriel had introduced Sam as a cousin of Sherlock's who decided to tag along. Honestly, Sam was content to be silent and look around as he thought of the blog posts and everything that had taken place in this building.

"Thank you so much Martha. It was a pleasure meeting you as well!" Gabriel replied and Mrs. Hudson returned to her apartment and the archangel grinned at Sam who rolled his eyes.

"You're such a smoozer."

"And yet humans love me!"

They climbed the stairs up to 221B and Sam couldn't help but let a shiver of anticipation come over him. Yes, he was a huge nerd but honestly. This apartment had Doctor Watson, DI Lestrade, Sherlock himself, and even Moriarty in it and it was even stranger in here than the blog posts had suggested.

"So how are we going to explain that Sherlock is alive due to the fact of the supernatural?" Sam whispered before John had come out and Gabriel shrugged.

"Just wing it?" Then he grinned widely. "Get it? 'Wing' it?"

"Ha ha."

There was a shuffle of movement and a short blond man limped to the doorway where they stood.

"Hello?"

"Ah, yes. Hi Doctor Watson! It is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Gabriel Malachi and this is Sam Winchester and we need to speak to you."

John frowned and stiffened up before he stared at Sam.

"Sam Winchester?"

Gabriel frowned before his eyes widened in realization.

"There is no fucking way-"

Sam caught on rather quickly.

"Wait- hold up. Are you a hunter?!"

John smirked. "I haven't actually hunted in a number of years but fending off an army encampment from various supernatural creatures tests one's ability to sneak around. When I got the limp, I couldn't exactly go out around London anymore chasing down things but I do keep in the loop and go out if any other active hunters need assistance."

Sam honestly couldn't believe it.

"The fact that one of my favorite bloggers is actually a hunter is honestly making me a bit dumbstruck."

"The fact that one of the men who both inadvertently started the apocalypse but somehow ended it is now appearing to my flat is somewhat troubling." He led his two guests inside to the couch while he sat down in a plush chair across from it. "Now what do you both need?"

"Well, this will be easier to explain since you know about the supernatural…" Sam began. Gabriel was just sitting back and examining the doctor in front of him. "Was there anything strange the couple of months before Sherlock Holmes' death?"

John let out a huge sigh before leaning back in his chair.

"A bit, honestly. After we got back from Dartmoor, Sherlock met up with his brother, Mycroft, saying that he was finally learning about his father who he'd never met before. He never brought it up again but he would often disappear for longer amounts of time and didn't exactly experiment as much as he had before and didn't play his violin as much either which was a mixed blessing. This didn't have to do much with Sherlock, but candy wrappers kept appearing around the flat and people in the area kept getting pranked and such and I know for a fact that Sherlock would never eat snacks so I thought there was a Trickster in the area but no one ever spotted one, even the few hunters who came to check it out. Sherlock didn't seem to notice which was odd, but he'd never mentioned once about knowing about the supernatural so I didn't bring it up.

"Hell, I had to get extra creative hide the protections around the flat including salt in the walls and such with devil's traps under the floorboards when Sherlock would disappear for days at a time. It's why I wasn't as worried when all of the craziness was happening in America that it would happen in here. Demons were popping up more in recent years but the London area hunters were thorough. When Sherlock jumped, I honestly looked for any supernatural interference but if there was, they didn't leave any traces behind."

Sam and Gabriel sat quietly, pondering over what John had said.

"We've met Mycroft. So, he had no idea that you were a hunter?" Gabriel asked suddenly and John shook his head.

"If he did, he didn't say anything."

"I shouldn't have assumed that you wouldn't have seen the candy wrappers. Hell, you're a soldier. The fact that you're a hunter just adds onto the paranoia." Gabriel groaned and John's eyes narrowed on him.

"You've been here?"

"I'm Sherlock's father. I was practically hiding out here from March to November but I figured that all of the protections were from older residents since the building is so old."

John's eyes widened. "Wait, are you a Trickster?"

Sam groaned while Gabriel smirked.

"For a while I was. Witness protection, really."

"He's actually Gabriel the archangel." Sam replied and John looked over to Gabriel again who gave a little wave.

"So, Sherlock was part angel?"

"Well, that's where this complicated." Gabriel replied. "Sherlock is alive."

John sucked in air and his face paled. Sam was ready to jump in at any point to help the doctor.

"So…he's been alive this entire time?" The man asked quietly and Gabriel shook his head.

"No. He did actually die. It's just that he came back to life."

John sat and pondered this before leaning forward and putting his head in his hands.

"Out of everyone in the world, Sherlock Holmes is the closest thing to bloody Jesus Christ?!"

"You'd honestly be surprised." Gabriel commented and John groaned.

"The reason why we're here is because we need your help. Sherlock is transitioning into being an angel but his body isn't holding up well. Gabriel got me and my brother because he knew us the best but you're an actual doctor so-" Sam said and John cut him off by standing up.

"I'll get my stuff. Hold on a minute."

John walked into the other room and Gabriel turned to Sam with a smile on his face.

"That went better than expected."

"Gabriel."

"What?!"

John soon returned with a medical bag. "All right you two: I'm assuming there's a quick way to where Sherlock has been stashed."

"Correctemundo."

With a snap, the three appeared in Gabriel's apartment and to John's credit, he wasn't that surprised and didn't stumble upon landing. Sam's respect for the man just grew larger.

"He's over here in the bedroom." Gabriel said and led the doctor into the hallway. John paused a moment to take a deep breath before entering, but seemed to collect himself.

Dean was in the room, still regaling Sherlock with more hunter stories but paused when John entered.

"Sherlock?"

The detective's eyes widened and he sat up quickly but hissed in pain making John promptly walk over to his friend.

"John. What- did my father bring you here?"

"Yes. And you are an asshole for jumping off bloody Bart's you idiot!"

Sherlock grinned as John began to rant at him as the doctor poked and prodded at him, checking for abnormalities to figure out what was wrong. Dean and Sam left the room quickly, preferring to let the reunion happen between the two friends while Gabriel stayed to watch.

"Would you believe that John has actually been a hunter this entire time? Even I didn't catch it." Gabriel commented as he mojoed a lollipop and put it into his mouth.

Sherlock's eyes widened and he looked to his blogger who grinned.

"Pulled one over on you, didn't I?"

"But how-"

"You didn't know what signs to look for, I'm assuming, as well as I was a retired hunter by time you got to me. The protections are still in the building but other than that, I don't actively hunt. The fact that my flatmate is actually a supernatural being makes me feel incredibly amused."

Sherlock stared at him a minute more before he got frustrated.

"I always miss something! First it was your sister but this! This is another side of your life that I completely missed! Sure, it could be attributed to being superstitious or religious but after I met my father, I should have at least noticed it! Did you notice the candy wrappers too? I'm slipping!"

John and Gabriel laughed as Sherlock went into a rant about everything he could have missed and they knew he'd be fine in the long run.