Hhaha, ok, I'm surprised a lot of you are still reading this story... like... why?


Then:

"Michael," Gabriel greeted almost as emotionlessly. The elder Archangel took a step forwards and he actually, really smiled. Only the smile was cold and unforgiving as was his voice as he spoke:

"We have much to discuss, little brother."

Now:

Gabriel suddenly felt very anxious.

Back when he had been little fledging and they had all still been a proud and good family, he had loved Michael. Because even for all of Michael's faults, he had been good elder brother. Although he had always been a little lacking in humour, he had still tolerated Gabriel's early attempts to prank him. But now… this Michael was a changed person. Ever since Lucifer's fall and his incarceration, Gabriel had watched as his brothers hardened and became Heaven's mightiest weapons. This had been one of the reasons why Gabriel had left Heaven.

That was why uncertainty rose in him as he stared at his eldest brother with anxiousness. He wasn't talking to his brother anymore. This was some sort of foreign entity that passively wished him harm. "Oh you mean the new pringles flavour?" Gabriel said flippantly, using his cocky Trickster mask to hide away his true emotions. "'Cause I hear that it's pretty crap." *1

Michael's expression didn't change, but Gabriel thought he might've seen a quick flash of exasperation within those icy blue eyes. However, contrary to popular belief however, it was Michael who burnt hot and Lucifer the one who ran cold. "The Grace," Michael said stonily. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you wanna talk about the Canyon? You should really check out the bottom of it - I could help you jump if you want…" Gabriel trailed off as Michael finally gave away to his anger: the tightly controlled face blushed an angry red and the eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"Gabriel," The eldest Archangel murmured warningly, and took a step forwards to said Archangel. Gabriel stood his ground, proudly staring on, refusing to show how intimidated he really was. "This is a serious matter; Lucifer has been let out and the Apocalypse has begun."

"Yeah, and I don't see you trying tah stop it," Gabriel sniped back just as seriously. Michael's head tilted to the side in thought and consideration.

"No, Gabriel. I am not stopping it - but you already knew that, little brother. I intend to fulfil our Father's prophecy and kill Lucifer so that Paradise can once more reign upon Earth. It is my destiny, brother." Gabriel, suddenly feeling much braver than he really was, snorted and rolled his eyes. Michael even shot him a 'how dare you snort in my presence' sort of glare.

"Screw your destiny!" Gabriel exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air and gesturing about wildly. "Can't you see the big picture here, Michael? This isn't about you or me, or even Lucifer! We were created for a bigger purpose - to serve Humans and love them more than we do our Father!"

Michael's icy fury covered Gabriel in chills as he spoke; "And we can serve them when I kill Lucifer. Paradise will make them happy - there is no murder, no sin, no hate in paradise - no suffering!"

"But that's the point, don't you see, Michael?" Gabriel finally murmured. A tourist walking past them shot the Archangels a curious glance but Michael absently waved his hand, rendering them invisible and inaudible. "There can be no happiness, no appreciation of it anyway, without suffering," Gabriel continued.

Michael chose that moment to lunge at Gabriel. The smaller and younger Archangel ducked out of the way, having anticipated the attack and hurriedly tightened his grip on his blade. Quickly spinning around, he attempted a half-hearted jab in Michael's general direction. Fighting his brothers was not something Gabriel was fond of.

His elder brother, however, seemed not to have any sort of inhibitions when it came to roughing up his brother and he lunged, and jabbed, and stabbed without qualms. Their little dance went unnoticed by the mortals; nevertheless, Gabriel noticed that many of them had quickly cleared the immediate area, probably subconsciously noticing the supercharged energy in the air.

And then Gabriel slipped up.

He saw Michael's blindingly gold sword pierce his vessel's abdomen and he stumbled back blindly. Gabriel felt his knees buckle under him and he toppled to the dusty ground, landing painfully on his back. He watched, eyes full of betrayal, as Michael stepped forwards smugly and roughly pulled the sword out.

Instantly, blood started gushing out of Gabriel's body, his own Grace intermingling with it. He paid it no mind, however. A wound that shallow and in his abdomen wouldn't kill him that easily - yes he would have to spend the next few weeks systematically repairing his Grace and body tissue, but he wouldn't die. With that thought in mind, Gabriel's eyes sought out Michael's and he felt himself break a little.

Betrayal; no matter who it was that betrayed you, always hurt. Especially if it was family.

"You're l-lost, Michael," Gabriel managed to stutter out as he pressed a hand to the wound to stop any more Grace to escape the vessel - the more Grace left the vessel, the longer he would need to regenerate it. Michael allowed bemusement to colour his features and then a small, cold, mocking smile appeared on his thin lips. The other Archangel squatted down and rested his arms on his knees.

"You would know, Gabriel. After all, it is you that left Heaven and got lost in your own betrayal."

Gabriel shook his head, and reached out with his other hand to grab Michael's shirt and pull him closer. "This was not our purpose, Michael. We have to stop this… nonsense, stop the apocalypse."

"As opposed to what, brother?" The elder Archangel bit out, jerking away and standing up. "Fraternise with the enemy? The Serpent?" Seeing Gabriel's shocked expression, Michael smirked again. "Oh, yes. I know about our dear Harry Potter. I can smell Lucifer on you, little brother - his darkness is nauseating - you have hidden him well, but I will find him; and when I do and he takes his vessel, we will fight, and our Father's will will be fulfilled."

A flutter of wings, and Michael was gone.

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The corgi's warm weight on his chest was comforting. It was as though the dog could suck every negative thought and every physical affliction from Harry's mind and body. But considering this was an Archangel's dog, Harry thought it was very probable that he wasn't an ordinary canine. Harry shifted uncomfortably when K-9 moved his head in his sleep and ended up stuffing his dry nose into Harry's neck. The dog whined in protest in his sleep, forcing Harry to remain still.

"He seems to like you," Sam said suddenly, glancing up from the tome he'd been studying for the past few minutes. Harry blinked at him for a few moments before nodding, when he spoke it was in a whisper.

"Yeah, but he gets pissed if I try to move." Sam laughed lowly and they descended into silence once more. After a while Sam closed his book and reached out to grab another.

"Bobby's thankful you know, he's just too shy to say it," The younger Winchester murmured, carefully turning the book around. Harry bit his lip uncertainly; he didn't want to start talking about that right now. In fact, he didn't really want to talk or think about Lucifer at all. The first chance he got, he would grab that grace, stick in a secure place and flee; that was the only reason why he was still with the Winchesters - they could help him find the Grace. He could handle people like Fudge or even Voldemort… but this, this was a little too 'out there' for him.

"You still looking for a place where Lucifer might be?" Harry whispered after a moment. Sam had been researching for that exact thing for the better part of the day and Harry had been watching him go through book after book, sighing defeatedly every time he set a tome aside.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Angels were pretty unknown 'till now so there aren't many books on them. Most religious texts just describe some of the omens that might come along with a being that powerful. Storms, weird temperature fluctuations, the like. But with the Horsemen out there and monsters we haven't seen before - well, it's just pretty hard to figure out which omens are for Lucifer and which ones are for the Horsemen," Sam said, voice rising slightly to the end. Harry could practically taste the frustration in the air and he briefly felt a little sadistic about it; the less Sam knew about locating Lucifer, the safer he was.

"Hmm, sounds like a pain in the ass to research all of that by yourself," Harry murmured after a moment, turning his calculating gaze on Sam. The man shrugged defeatedly.

"Well, Dean's in the yard, fixing his Impala and Bobby's upstairs raiding his secret stash of books - y'know the rarer type. I pulled the short-straw," The Winchester said, lazily turning a page in his book.

Harry was just opening his mouth to reply when the dog snoozing on his chest let out a loud yelp and started frantically shifting on Harry, causing said Wizard to get a mouthful of furry paws in his mouth. Gagging slightly, Harry shot up to sitting position and threw the dog onto the floor. The corgi yelped loudly and started bolting around the room.

"Ow, mate - what the hell?" Harry said loudly, picking out a bunch of hairs from his mouth. A glance at Sam told him that the man was amused if not laughing outright at the situation. K-9, however, as though understanding what had been said to him, trotted back to Harry and started jumping on Harry insistently, whining all the while. Harry leaned down and patted his coat. "What's up, big guy?"

The dog let out another loud whine and seemed to burry his head between his front paws. Harry frowned at the odd behaviour. Dogs didn't do stuff like this right? What the hell?

"D'you know what set him off?" Harry murmured, glancing at Sam who shook his head. His expression was just as shocked and bemused. They heard a loud stomping from upstairs and then suddenly Bobby was stumbling down the stairs, leaning heavily on the railing so as to support himself - his leg-muscles hadn't recovered quite yet.

"What's goin' on here?" He said gruffly, gaze sweeping around the room. But before anyone could reply, there was a loud thud and a bright flash of light and suddenly, Gabriel - the Archangel (and apparently also Harry's little brother) - was lying on the carpet, shirt covered with blood.

"Oh Merlin, Gabriel!" Harry exclaimed, launching himself to his side. K-9 gave another whine and trotted over to the Archangel. He started licking Gabriel's face, as though hoping that that would help.

"What the hell-" Bobby started, gazing at the entire scene with wide eyes. Sam however, reacted quicker and bolted into the kitchen in search of the first-aid kit. As for Harry; he pulled out his holly wand and with one short wave, Gabriel's shirt and jacket disappeared, revealing a nasty wound in his abdomen which was still gushing with blood and something golden-white.

Harry attempted to cast a spell to stop the blood flow, and when that didn't work, he tried to cauterise the wound; but apparently magic didn't seem to work on Angels. Taking a deep breath, Harry noticed that Sam was making his way over to Gabriel and Harry, and was already opening the first aid kit. Knowing that he couldn't do much more, Harry moved away slightly, giving Sam the necessary place to stitch up the wound with muggle methods. Harry settled for pulling Gabriel's head onto his lap.

"L-Luci," Gabriel suddenly spluttered out - only loud enough for Sam and Harry to hear - and grabbed hold of Harry's polo shirt which completely ruined with the Archangel's blood - but Harry couldn't find it in himself to care. His thoughts were centred upon something of greater importance. Gabriel's golden eyes met Harry's and he muttered the same name again. Harry swallowed uncertainly - how did Gabriel know? Had he figured it out? But how?

"M-Michael - blade," Gabriel stuttered out, gesturing at the wound, which Sam was currently working on to stabilise.

"Michael? You mean the Archangel? He hurt you?" Harry replied quickly, attempting to keep the youngest Archangel - and his little brother - awake for as long as possible. Gabriel nodded faintly and then his eyes fluttered one last time and then closed.

"He's not dead," Sam murmured urgently after he had tested the Archangel's pulse; the question died in Harry's mouth. "Well, at least, the body isn't. And as far as I can see, there aren't any imprints of his wings in this room, so I guess we're safe for now… Can you do something - I mean you healed Bobby," Sam said. Harry instantly shook his head.

"I have no idea how I healed him; it was just an accident. I don't think I'd be able to replicate it."

Sam bit his lip uncertainly, and glanced down at Gabriel's wound, "We should call Cas, then - see if he can do anything."

Bobby sighed in relief and it suddenly struck Harry that the Winchesters and Bobby really, probably, didn't care about Gabriel's welfare; to them, the Archangel was just another tool, just another ally that was sticking around until they helped his brother - Harry. Was that what the Winchesters did? Had they managed to do all that they had simply because they took advantage of people's abilities or status? That was what they were trying to do with Harry, wasn't it?

"I'll get Dean - Cas always come when he calls." Bobby wobbled a little as he left through the back door.

Harry however bowed his head and closed his eyes. If Cas was going to help him; it wouldn't be because some Winchester decided to call him. I don't know how to do this, he murmured to himself as he forced his mind to conjure up Castiel's image, but I'm trying to pray to you, Cas. Gabriel's in trouble-

Harry was cut off as suddenly there was a loud flutter of wings, and he jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning his concerned gaze to the person above him, Harry nodded in acknowledgement when he saw Castiel standing there. His expression was more serious than ever. "Harry," The Angel murmured in greeting. He nodded at Sam, who was staring between Harry and Cas with confusion, as though he couldn't quite believe that someone other than Dean had managed to 'summon' Cas.

"I did what I could…" Sam said after a moment, gesturing at the injury which was now thankfully closed. He hadn't dressed it yet, though. Castiel squatted down on Gabriel's other side and placed a hesitant hand on the Archangel's abdomen. For a moment, Castiel's eyes glowed brightly and the Gabriel's abdomen was lit up as though someone had put a bright lamp underneath it, but when the light receded, Castiel turned his shocked gaze back to his spectators.

"And Archangel's blade did this," He murmured softly.

"The hell?!" Dean and Bobby were back. The former rushed over to Sam and was staring at Gabriel with wide eyes while Bobby hung back, uncertain of what he should do.

"Yeah - Gabriel said something about Michael," Sam explained. Castiel bit his lip uncertainly and he glanced down at Gabriel's limp body.

"If Michael did this, then I cannot heal Gabriel. His Grace will have to do the job by itself," The Angel murmured.

"He was bleeding this sort of… light earlier on - was that Grace?" Harry asked after a moment. K-9 seemed to realise that his emotional state wasn't very stable and tried to crawl into his lap. Castiel's eyes flickered briefly down to the canine before meeting Harry's once more.

"Yes; a wound such as that can be life-threatening to an Angel. The Grace slowly escapes the vessel until there is nothing left and the Angel is simply deteriorates into nothingness. Closing his wound will work temporarily, until he has recuperated enough that he can heal himself." Harry traded an uneasy look with Sam at that piece of information.

With another wordless look, Sam and Harry easily decided to transport Gabriel onto the sofa which the wizard had been previously enjoying. And with another wave of his hand, Harry conjured up a thin blanket (with Hello Kitty's head on it), which he supposed Angels didn't need, but Gabriel would appreciate the little prank when he woke up. K-9 however, turned an angry glare on Harry - if dogs could do angry glares - and proceeded to jump on Gabriel's blanketed legs and start scratching Hello Kitty's face. *2

Dean let out a short laugh and rubbed his greasy hands against each other. "I guess everything's ok, then." He grabbed the cloth that he had slung over his shoulder and started wiping off the dirt and grime. "Did he say anything," Dean asked, gesturing at Gabriel's vessel on Bobby's sofa. "Before he fell unconscious?"

Harry's gaze darkened again. So this was the real Dean? The Dean that only cared what information they got, and not the person they got it from? Sam seemed about to reply but Harry cut him off easily, eyes flashing slightly. "No, nothing else."

Sam tilted his head to the side in question, but wisely kept silent. Dean and Bobby didn't need to know just yet what Gabriel had called Harry. For now, Harry was adamant on keeping the cat in the bag.

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It was almost twelve hours later that Gabriel's eyes fluttered open. The wound had been healing magically for the past half-a-day. Harry had sat at his bedside - er, sofa-side - watching Gabriel and had stared on in amazement as the several layers of skin tissue slowly creeped towards each other to heal over. He watched as slowly, nothing remained but an angry red scar, and then that too, became white and then disappeared.

"Erm, I didn't know they were auditioning for Dulcoax constipation medicine advert, 'cause I'm sure that with that intense stare, you would get the job right then and there!" *3

Harry's eyes widened and his gaze shifted from the wound that was pretty much gone, to Gabriel's golden eyes. "Gabriel!" He exclaimed loudly. Gabriel grinned back, only now, Harry noticed that the grin was slightly put out, and the warmth that Harry had seen in his eyes wasn't the same.

"Oh God-"

"-No, no," Gabriel interrupted easily. "My name is Gabriel, but you can call me Loki too."

Harry ignored his comment and pressed on. "Mate, what the hell happened? K-9 went ballistic just before you appeared, half-dead!"

Gabriel looked affronted. "I wasn't half-dead!" He trailed off and glanced down at his stomach contemplatively. "Well, I was pretty badly hurt though. Cheers for healing me up!" K-9 chose that moment to launch himself at Gabriel's face and lick him up again. Gabriel laughed genially, causing Harry to do a double take.

"I see you got K-9, then. I sent him here to watch over you, y'know, seeing as I thought you were my little brother." Gabriel suddenly seemed to realise that he'd said that in the past tense only after he'd said it, and he froze. Then slowly, he set K-9 down and turned to look at Harry. Said Wizard swallowed uncomfortably.

"So, you know," Harry murmured after a moment, turning his gaze to his interlocked fingers. Gabriel sighed deeply and nodded once. Harry could feel his probing stare.

"You're Lucifer." Hearing those words coming out from someone else's mouth was even worse than acknowledging them himself. Nevertheless, Harry nodded once. The sudden silence that enveloped them was deafening and it made Harry want to run off so that he didn't have to bear it.

"I-I-I didn't know," Harry stuttered out slowly, breaking the silence. "Until I woke up this morning, that is; I guess my dream was sort of triggered by all the shit that's been happing… I just remember Lucifer in the cage praying to God to forgive him. I swear, right now I'm just Harry. Hell, I don't even want to be Lucifer. I just want to put his Grace in a bottle and lock him up for ever."

Gabriel laughed hollowly. "Harry, you're still Lucifer. I know you wanna deny it, but underneath it all, its his Grace that makes up your soul." Harry risked a glance at Gabriel and saw that his expression was sour as though he himself didn't want to hear the true words that he had to say. Harry understood him, and knew he was right… but still. He was Harry, he had grown up as Harry and he only remembered being Harry. "And I know you feel like Lucifer wouldn't behave as you do," Gabriel continued. "But before he fell, we were each others' best friend - you were my favourite brother. And he was a lot like you. The Devil you know, is the Serpent he became when he fell."

Harry looked away uncomfortably; he had no memories of being Lucifer - save for the one that he had seen in his sleep. He couldn't possibly talk to a man - an Archangel - that loved him like a brother… and knew him inside out.

"I guess this is a good opportunity for you guys to kill me. That way, Michael never gets to me and the world can continue spinning like a merry-go-round," Harry said with a snort. Gabriel's stare darkened and he shook his head furiously.

"I'm not killing some teenager in his diapers-"

"-A teenager who defeated Voldemort," Harry pointed out with a small half-hearted smirk. Gabriel snorted.

"-just because he happens to be an amnesic Lucifer. No, if you want; I'll take you to your Grace and… we can hide it away."

"Yeah," Harry snorted sarcastically. "And I'll spend the rest of my life running from Michael - who apparently almost killed you - and the Winchesters, yeah. No thanks. Let's figure something out, something else."

Gabriel snapped his fingers and suddenly he was dressed in a long-armed shirt and a dark green jacket. He swung his legs over the side of the sofa and shifted in the sofa so that he was sitting across from Harry, who had settled himself in a chair. Gabriel closed his eyes briefly in defeat, "It's our only option really. As soon as you take on the Grace, we can all start buying tickets for Paradise. Michael is older and more powerful, so ultimately there is literally no other ending other than your death, his victory and Paradise on earth."

"You could… kill me," Harry suggested once more and Gabriel's eyes flashed again.

"No," He said sternly and with finality. "Besides, Michael would just bring you back." Harry's eyes widened in shock.

"He can do that?!" He exclaimed, staring at his… little brother. Gabriel smirked and waggled his fingers.

"Archangel perks," he muttered, before sobering up a little. "And he knows you're Lucifer, so he'll be keeping a close eye on you."

"Which means, that hiding away my Grace is pretty much useless too," Harry said, sighing deeply. Gabriel licked his lips and turned his gaze down to his lap and discovered that he was still tucked into a Hello Kitty blanket. Harry smirked.

"Nice touch," Gabriel said with a short laugh and snapped his fingers. The blanket disappeared, causing K-9 to bark happily.

"The last thing I wanna do is become that murdering psychopath again," Harry said after a moment. Gabriel frowned and was silent for several minutes, seemingly mulling over something. Finally, he turned his golden gaze on Harry, and tilted his head to the side.

"Didn't you say that you dreamt that you prayed to Daddy-o in the cage? Was that how you got out?"

"Erm," Harry started, oh so very eloquently, "Well, I remember Lucifer praying for forgiveness and God, uh, sort of forgave him. The one condition was that he learned how to love Humans and for that, he had to become one. He said something about living several Human lives - the last of which would be Harry Potter - mine." Gabriel blinked at him, surprised and then slowly, a smile started to stretch over his lips until it was so large and genuine that Harry felt his own lips start to replicate a half-hearted, uncertain smile. Was that good news? He didn't see how.

Seeing Harry's lack of enthusiasm, Gabriel gently whacked him on his head. "Don't you see, Harry?! He's forgiven you!"

"Eh, what does that mean, exactly?" Harry said uncertainly. Gabriel shook his head and mumbled something about 'urgh, humans'.

"He gave you a second chance to become you - the you before the Fall! I was his Messenger and I was used to figuring out his crappy messages - which I tell you, would make a Ravenclaw burst into tears. This is him giving you a second chance to help Humanity when it needs it most - during the Apocalypse!"

"Oh, ok," Harry mumbled, blinking rapidly as he tried to take in all that information. "So what - that means that I do take back my Grace and we stop Michael from killing me, or what? Oh yeah, and if I ever remember about-" Harry vaguely gestured to his head, "-well, about being Lucifer, we'll just have to hope that I don't become some sort of murdering psychopath." Harry gazed out the window into the salvage yard for a few brief moments. "That doesn't seem like a very solid plan."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "You got anything better, bro?"

"Ok, so what do we propose we do with Michael?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. "He's the eldest right, so the most powerful."

Gabriel pursed his lips and his gaze unfocused for a moment. "Well, the Colt is obviously outta the question, there's only six things in all of creation that it can't kill and we are two of them. We could stuff him into the cage?"

Harry frowned. "Yeah ok, but how the hell do you want to find - or even open up the cage? Didn't God lock it up in the first place?" Gabriel tapped a finger against his chin in thought.

"We could try out the Horsemen's rings, you see, the four of them work as a sort of key to the cage. If we do that, we actually have a chance of pushing Mickey Mouse into the cage," Gabriel said, eyes finally focusing back on Harry. Said wizard licked his lips uncomfortably.

"We can't do that alone, Gabe. We need to work with the Winchesters-"

"-Absolutely not!" Gabriel exclaimed, eyes darkening as he spoke.

"I'll let you screw them over once we're done," Harry proposed with a shit-eating grin. The other Archangel scrunched up his face in thought before he finally, slowly started nodding. They descended into a comfortable silence whereupon both of them mulled over their new and totally foolproof plan.

Finally, Harry fixed his very serious gaze on Gabriel. "If I do go batshit-crazy… Gabe, you have to promise me something," Harry murmured. Gabriel frowned and his eyes narrowed - it seemed that he already had an inkling as to what Harry was trying to allude to. "Kill me. I know it's not completely impossible to kill an Archangel, 'cause everything that has ever been created, can also be destroyed. Don't hesitate, just finish me off, eh?"

Gabriel had started shaking his head the moment Harry had started speaking but Harry placed a hand on his shoulder; a silent plea. It was the only logical course of action. The bottom line was: Lucifer had been pretty damn ruthless and had murdered a shit-ton of people before he had been incarcerated, best not to take any risks now. Gabriel seemed to understand that, because after a few seconds, his head stopped moving and then he gave a gentle, hesitant nod.

"So, where's the rest of the Brady Bunch?" Gabriel asked cheerfully, but the emotion in his voice and countenance was almost completely faked. Harry's narrowed gaze examined for a moment longer, and then he sighed, letting it go. *4

"Well, Cas is still looking for - ehm - Dad, Dean's out in the yard messing around with his Impala, Bobby, well, I don't know where he is, and Sam's drawing protection sigils on the entire property," Harry summarised.

Gabriel smirked wickedly. "So what do you say we set up a few pranks before we Usain Bolt ourselves outta here?"

Harry let out a short laugh, but then realising that Gabriel was being completely serious forced a stern frown on his face. "No. Gabriel. NO. We are not pranking the Winchesters; as much as I dislike them, they'll end up hunting our arses all around the world for payback."

"I'd like to see them try," Gabriel said snidely and then raised his nose into the air arrogantly in a pose that would make Draco Malfoy proud. "No one tricks the Trickster."

"'Cept Michael, obviously," Harry replied just as snidely. Gabriel glared playfully back at him and then gestured around him as though to say - prank, or no prank? Harry hesitated for a moment and glanced around the study/kitchen nervously. Finally, he raised his pointer finger.

"Fine - we can do one. And when I mean one, I mean one." Gabriel rolled his eyes and seemed to want to argue, but relented when he saw Harry's stern expression.

The younger Archangel grinned gleefully and snapped his fingers; at once, the back door's lock clicked open and the door gap between the frame and door widened. A bucket of God knows what, appeared on top of the door, precariously balancing on it's edge. And above that, hovered a bag of hot pink feathers. Harry let out a chocked laugh and exchanged a gleeful grin with Gabriel.

"Classic," Harry muttered, slapping his brother on the back. Gabriel's smile widened.

"You gonna tell them?" Gabriel said after a few moments. Harry hesitated, knowing exactly what Gabriel was referring to.

"Well, they're trying to kill me - or well, Lucifer - right?" Harry started, fidgeting uncomfortably under Gabriel's suddenly expressionless eyes. "I don't wanna die, and frankly they seem like prejudiced arseholes." He fell silent and then noticing that Gabriel was about to reiterate his question, he continued. "But, we all want to stop the Apocalypse from happening, so that sort of puts us on the same side. I'm done being manipulated - you found my Grace right? So I'm just going to take that back and hope for the best. Then we gotta find a way to convince the Winchester's that the Devil is a harmless lil' butterfly and hunt down the Horsemen together."

"So, you're gonna tell them," Gabriel summarised bluntly. Harry rolled his eyes and picked K-9 up; the dog started to lick his hands.

"Nah, they're gonna work it out soon enough; Sam doesn't strike me as such a dumb fellow." Gabriel tugged K-9 out of Harry's arms like a jealous little brother and started feeding the dog inappropriately-shaped dog-treats.

"Michel will be waiting for us, you know," Gabriel murmured, gazing down at his dog. "He'll want to battle you then and there."

Harry licked his dry lips and looked away. "Well then, we'll have to be extra-careful, won't we?"

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"Dude, I think we should check Potter out; y'know, background check and all," Dean said, wiping a greasy wrench with his terribly dirty grey shirt - although Sam was pretty sure that that had once been white. Sam exchanged a glance with Bobby.

"Well, I did, while he was sitting in there with Gabriel," Sam jerked a finger at Bobby's house. They - Bobby, Dean, Sam and even Cas (who had come down after Dean had prayed to him) - were all gathered together in the small make-shift barn that Bobby used as a garage. Dean was currently cleaning up after his latest touch-up session with the Impala.

"And what d'you find?" Bobby asked; he was leaning against one of the cluttered work-tables, his legs still too weak to properly support his weight for a lengthy amount of time.

"Well, the guy's so normal; his profile would make the FBI suspicious - he's that normal," Sam replied, wringing his hands nervously. Castiel's small frown deepened and he turned his serious gaze on the younger Winchester.

"That 'guy'," He stressed, finally using the quotation gesture properly. "Is anything but normal. He is an Angel of the Lord." Dean snorted at that and tossed the tool he was still holding into a tool-box.

"Yo Cas, don't fly to high to the sun, your wings'll get burned," said the elder Winchester rolling his eyes. Bobby let out a vague snort while Castiel cocked his head to the side, evidently not understanding the reference. *5

"The question remains," Cas continued in a formal tone, ignoring Dean. "Where is his Grace and what Angel he is - which we can only find out once Gabriel wakes up from his sleep." Dean exchanged a glance with Bobby and threw his hands into the air as though to say 'why the hell can nothing go our way for once'.

"Well," Sam started uncertainly and all eyes instantly swung to meet his own gaze. "I have something. I don't- basically, when Gabriel appeared in Bobby's house, he grabbed onto Potter's shirt and said 'Lucy'." Sam pressed on, although he watched with slight horror as everyone else in the barn came to the same conclusion as he had. "At first, I thought Gabriel was just mumbling nonsense, but then Potter - he turned to me and just stared coldly at me as though to say 'if you value your life, don't say anything'."

"Lucy - you mean… you mean he might have said Luci, as in Lucifer?" Dean said, voice deep and serious. He took a threatening step towards Sam. "And you only thought of telling us now!?"

"Whoa, Dean," Bobby said roughly, placing a hand on Dean's chest, to stop him from physically attempting to attack Sam. "Take it easy."

Sam threw his hands into the air in the universal gesture of 'what did you want me to do?' "Dude, I was in the room with the guy? What did you want me to say?" He continued in a slightly mocking tone, "'Hey, Potter are you really the reborn Lucifer?'"

"This is troubling news," Castiel's low voice cut through any squabble that could have started between Sam and Dean. Said Angel's gaze unfocused briefly and then he very suddenly disappeared.

"Aw man, friggin' Angels," Dean grumbled with an eye-roll, but just as the final words escaped his mouth, the Angel reappeared. He looked troubled - an expression which Sam thought didn't look right on Cas' face.

"I bring worrisome news," Castiel said and his x-ray gaze shifted from one hunter to the other, "Gabriel and Harry - Lucifer, I suppose - are gone."

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The wild donkey was stuffing its nose under Harry's armpit.

The situation would have actually been quite funny if Harry and Gabriel hadn't been hiding behind a wall of tourists. Fact was, they were both peering through the small cracks in the crowd trying to identify the angels standing guard at the edge of the Grand Canyon. He and Gabriel sat on a stray bench, using the moving crowd in front of them as a sort of shield. Harry would have actually been really fascinated by the beauty of everything surrounding him; if he hadn't been gazing around in anticipation, nervously knowing that soon, he would be Lucifer again. Also, knowing that people who wanted to kill you were only metres from you did noting to improve one's mental state.

"One of Charlie's Angel's - just a foot soldier - is just by that tree over there," Gabriel murmured quietly to Harry, gesturing vaguely at a thick tree almost at the edge of his vision. Indeed, the man looked like an angel; he was wearing a dark, professionally cut suit - although Harry was sweating buckets (ok, maybe he was also just a bit nervous) - and his facial expression resembled that of Cas'; empty yet serious. *6

"And one over there," Gabriel said lowly, pointing at a red-haired woman. She too was wearing a greyish suit and was currently standing next to a hotdog stand, hands folded behind her back as she surveyed the ambling masses of tourists.

"Oooh, not inconspicuous at all," Harry muttered back, earning a snort from Gabriel. Said Archangel glanced at him and snorted again.

"Oi, Eddie Murphy over there is trying tah molest you," said the Archangel. Harry shot him a brief glare and pushed the donkey away. *7

"How does Eddie Murphy come into this equation?"

For a moment, Gabriel just stared at him, blinking rapidly as though still attempting to process the words that had just been spoken. "I swear, once we're done with this freak show, we're sitting down for a few centuries and catching up on Disney and Pixar movies." Harry gave vague shrug as though to say 'if you say so'.

"How don't they," Harry gestured at the Angels and thusly changed the topic to more… pressing matters. "Know that you're here? I would have thought that an Archangel would give out some sort of, eh, aura."

"I'm suppressing it. It's hard, but I've been doing it for a few centuries. After all, how did you think that I fooled a bunch of pagan gods that I was one of 'em?" Gabriel said with a smirk. Harry shrugged again and turned his attention back to the scene at hand.

"See those Jehovah's Witnesses standing over there?" Gabriel said suddenly, very serious this time. Harry followed his line of sight and saw two young men, both dressed in black suits. Their hair was shortly cropped and they had gleaming smiles: they were also waving around a bunch of bibles. Harry gave a small nod to indicate that yes, he could see them. "We'll apparently all of Jehovah's Witnesses now work for Michael too."

Harry turned his wide-eyed expression on Gabriel. "Wait, are you telling me that we have to get rid of two Angels and those guys over there to get to the Grace? Pff, what could go wrong?"

"Oh yeah, and don't forget, Michael is probably only one phone-call - or well, radio call - away," Gabriel said with a smirk, but even Harry could see a glint of worry in his eyes.

"So we just go out there, guns blazing? Seems awfully Gryffindor of you, Gabe. Mate, I don't have that firepower." Harry teased, while scratching the back of his head uncomfortable, knowing that there was truth in his words. Said Archangel shot him a brief glance of something which Harry didn't have the time to identify. Was it something he'd said?

"Well, you're Harry Potter."

Harry stared blankly at him and Gabriel rolled his eyes before he reached into Harry's pocket and pulled out his wand which he placed into said wizard's hands. "You're a wizard, bucko."

"Oh right. Yeah."

"Ok, you take care of the Humans - put them to sleep or something. I'll… get rid of the Angels." Gabriel's indifferent expression gave away towards the end and he sighed deeply. Harry out a comforting hand on his shoulder so as to reassure him.

"It's not your fault, Gabe." Gabriel rolled his eyes, but nodded anyway and disappeared with a bright, dramatic flash. Harry rolled his eyes at his brother's dramatic flair and similarly disappeared only to reappear next to the Jehovah Witnesses. With a quick spell he quickly took care of both men; they toppled to the ground, asleep and invisible. People milled around Harry, but he paid them no mind. Instead choosing to turn his attention to his brother Gabriel.

The Archangel was standing at the edge of the Canyon. The other Angels were gone. Harry gently neared his brother at the edge of the precipice and they both gazed into the majestic view before them. However, Harry noticed Gabriel's gaze jumping from one spot to the next with lighting speed, as though he was seeing something that Harry couldn't.

"Your Grace is acting up, Harry," said the Archangel, reaching out with his hand, and waggling his fingers into the air. Harry stared uncertainly at his brother and then turned his gaze back into the valley below them.

"I don't see anything."

Gabriel snorted and let his hand drop. "Of course not, you're Human." He probably hadn't meant it as an insult, but it sure did feel like one. Harry looked away and took a few steps in the opposite direction.

He felt odd here. Like he was at home, but not quite there yet. Like he wasn't yet completely Alice. Something was holding him back. Harry felt a shiver go through him and he wondered if it was the Grace around them that was reaching out. It was cold though, not warm like had imagined it to be. It sent chills through Harry's body. And when Harry let out a deep breath that he hadn't managed to release upon seeing the valley, he noticed it condensing and he realised very suddenly that the temperature around them had dropped several degrees.

Above them, the sky was darkening and deep rumbles were starting to emanate from it. Around them, the tourists started exchanging worried glances and hurrying off to find shelter from the dark weather.

"Michael's on his way," Gabriel said suddenly, his sharp voice ripping through Harry's thoughts. "It's now or never, chuckles." Harry took a deep breath and balled his fists. Then he spun around to meet Gabriel's dark gaze; those golden eyes now shone with concern and slightly fear.

"What do I do?" Harry was almost embarrassed by how small his voice sounded, and how utterly insignificant he himself was at that moment. Gabriel rushed a hand through his hair; a gesture of impatience.

"Just concentrate on it - call it to you."

Harry closed his eyes, trying to separate himself from all distractions. The feeble occlumency walls that he'd been building up for the past few months were once more resurrected as he attempted to isolate his mind from his body and physical awareness.

And suddenly, he was in another place; a place somewhere deep in his mind which had somehow managed to survive all of his ordeals unscathed. He didn't notice the rain-splatter anymore, nor the storm overhead, or even how the atmosphere around him that was now super-charged with… energy; whether it was the Grace or the from the storm overhead, he didn't know.

Suddenly the only thing that actually mattered, was his Grace. The only single string of energy that seemed to glow brighter and burn brighter than anything else around him. It was deathly cold and Harry almost felt that if he were to touch it, he would get frostbite. And when he slowly let his eyes flutter open, Harry gasped.

Suddenly, it seemed as though he was in completely different place. It wasn't the Canyon as the Humans knew it anymore. Instead, it was filled with tendrils of light that shone brightly and wove themselves between bushes, stones, trees and people. He saw Gabriel standing a little to the side, smiling genially at him, seemingly for once completely unconcerned by the generally terrifying situation.

Harry similarly took no notice of the literal storm brewing overhead and instead watched with amazement as those small tendrils of light started culminating in front of Harry, creating a sort of large mass of brilliant light that was simply all-consuming. It should've blinded him, Harry mused, but oddly, he felt that little bit of Grace that made up his soul reaching out, yearning to be rejoined with it's other half. He felt a sense of 'homecoming' wash over him and although he was pretty sure that he would somehow, someday regret it, Harry spread out his proverbial arms and welcomed the rest of the Grace.

The white mass of light in front of him seemed to sing; it broke into a beautiful chorus of sounds and it's cool arms enveloped Harry, before finally entering his body, soul and mind.


Preview chapter 7:

"Hello Harry," Lucifer said with a smirk as he raised his glass as though for a toast. He gestured at the armchair that sat across him, eyes never leaving Harry's. "Please, sit."

Gulping, Harry slowly crossed the room to sit in the plush armchair. The Archangel winked at him and very suddenly threw his legs over his armchair's arm so that they rested on the floor. "I'm so pleased to meet you," he said, eyes wide and playful; there was a slyness there though, which Harry thought was naive not to notice.

"I can't really say the same," Harry replied, voice sounding stronger than he had thought it would. Lucifer let out a genuine laugh, or at least, it sounded genuine.


I hope y'all enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it... School is starting in a week and a half so I won't update every week after that. I'm a nerd (fandom and otherwise) so I study a lot (to get Bs in school we literally have to study at least three hours) and I go to a school in my fourth language so that's a challenge too. Huh. Ok, enough self-pity. BTW, sorry 'bout the long AN message. :/

ANs:

*1: Pringles flavour is a reference to the episode 'Partners in crime' from Doctor Who.

*2: Obviously Hello Kitty reference. Once my grandmother gave me a pack of Hello Kitty socks and I told her I really, really loved them (Ha! I was a huuuuge tomboy)... anyway, she spent the next few years giving me Hello Kitty themed stuff. I was not amused. But! I felt bad telling her that I hate Hello Kitty so...

*3: Dulcoax constipation medicine is a real thing. You guys don't know how awkward it is to google that on your mum's computer once yours shuts down.

*4: Brady Bunch: American sitcom. I have never watched it though...

*5: Burnt wings reference is to the myth of Icarus who flew too close to the sun and the feathers of his makeshift wings fell apart cause they were held together by wax. Dean is basically telling Cas to get off of his high-horse.

*6: Charlie's Angels: Omg, did you guys realise that Chuck's (God's) name is basically Charles and Charles is Charlie, so technically all Angel's are Charlie's Angels? XD Anyway, this is a reference to the movie.

*7: Reference to SHREK the movie in which Eddie Murphy plays Donkey.

Anonymous Reviews:

Guest: Some more coming right up! Thanks for reading, btw.

Jaden Xiang: Thank you! ahah well, Gabriel did bring him to his grace, alright. XD

Qwerty: Ahhh thank you for ur enthusiastic review! hahah I love Michael too. He's pretty damn awesome (My fav will always be Gabriel, Chuck and Lucifer tho XD)... anyway, I hope you like what I did with him... I'm sort of trying to portray him as the good son to the absent father who really only wants to be strong for his brothers... make sense?

nono: awww thank you!

Felix Narome: *reads your review over and over again* *melts* aww, thank you, you're so kind! Literally, I checked my emails at like 3am and spent the next fifteen minutes just smiling at my laptop.

Mim (ALSO, ANYONE IS WELCOME TO READ THIS CAUSE I ANSWER A LOT OF COMMON QUESTIONS): *bows* it is because of people like you that I honestly, really love writing. Obviously, I love writing for the sake of writing... but it is always awesome to get really thorough reviews like yours.. you just made my day! Ahhhh, yes, the memory... well, that'll sort of be explained as the story moves on. It was sort of mentioned this chapter, but HP and Gabriel will discuss it more thoroughly later on. Well, most of my stories end up being pretty angsty... idk why; so I'm sort of trying to write a slightly more humour story this time around. It'll be a little dramatic and angsty, but *shrug* if you're writing Gabriel, there HAS to be some humour. Well, regarding the memories: I don't really want to reveal the plot in one review but I'll give you one hint: HP is getting his Grace back... but that doesn't heal the amnesia just yet... *wink* *wink* As for your direct questions:

1. How long will the story be? Circa 12 chapters, I think. Not really that sure yet, and if you multiply that by say... 5 or 6.. you got your answer XD

2. How far in the Supernatural seasons will you go? Ehm... just season 5. Maybe I'll write a sequel after that...

3. Guest appearances from the Wizarding World? Yes! One or two definitely!

4. Will this eventually be wildly AU, or are you planning on staying somewhat close to canon while incorporating the changes you've made? Well, I dislike stories where you add one character and the plot doesn't change at all. That doesn't make sense to me. So anyway, yeah, it will be AU.

5. And finally, the dreaded question: pairings? Hahhaha, No. I write gen!fanfiction, meaning the main characters don't end up in a relationship. A one-night stand, sure. But no relationship with mushy stuff. I can't write stuff like that.