Gabriel found himself inside the home of Bobby Singer. Things were beginning to settle with Sam in Heaven, so he decided it was time to deal with John Winchester. The first step with that was finding a place for Dean. He was not going to let him go into the system. He owed that boy and his mother too much for that.
Gabriel was sitting at the kitchen table when Bobby walked through the door.
Upon walking through the door and finding a stranger sitting at his kitchen table, Bobby took out his gun and pointed it at him.
"Hey, Singer. You have a hell of a way of greeting people," Gabriel said.
"I do when they break into my house. Plus, I got the feeling you aint a person. Who and what the hell are you?" Bobby demanded to know.
Gabriel smirked in response. "No one could accuse you of being an idiot, Singer. You're right, I'm not a person, which is why that thing in your hand is pretty much useless."
"Wouldn't mind testing that," Bobby responded, keeping his gun trained on the intruder.
Gabriel pulled both arms off to the side to give the hunter better access to his chest. "Feel free."
"What are you?" Bobby asked again.
Gabriel stood up. "I think I'll show you instead of tell you. That way we skip the whole 'you're lying' speal." He then used his power to allow the shadow of his wings to be seen.
Bobby's eyes widened in shock, and he slowly lowered his gun. "What the Hell?"
Gabriel laughed and his wings disappeared once more. "Nope, wrong direction."
"You…. You're saying you're an angel?" Bobby asked in disbelief.
"An archangel, actually. My name's Gabriel," he said.
"Are you freaking serious. You're the archangel, Gabriel? God's messenger?" Bobby asked. He knew a few things from the bible. He was far from religious, but even the non-religious knew some things.
Gabriel just smiled in return.
"For argument's sake, we'll say I buy this. What message are you here to deliver?" Bobby asked.
"Oh, none. The old man can deliver his own messages now. I'm here about the well-being of someone I think you care about," Gabriel said.
"And who's that?" Bobby asked.
"Dean Winchester."
Bobby's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What the hell did you do to Dean?"
"Relax, Singer. The kid's fine. Well, unless you count being in the care of someone who is completely inept at taking care of a child."
Bobby groaned slightly, wondering what the hell John had done to gain the attention of an archangel. He always feared John was going to screw up someday. The bastard cared more about the damn thing that took his wife than his own kids. Bobby didn't think he'd hurt the boys, but that didn't mean he wouldn't put them in danger. He did it every time he left them alone to hunt. It also didn't escape Bobby's attention that the angel had only mentioned Dean, not Sam. "What did that idiot do, and why haven't you mentioned Sam?"
"Sam's fine too, but he's been taken out of the equation. He's safe. Dean is still with John, and I can't let that stand," Gabriel said firmly.
"Hold on a second. What do you mean Sam's been taken out of the equation? Where is he? Is he in Foster Care or something?" Bobby asked. He was worried about Dean too, but he at least knew where Dean was. Well, sort of. He knew he was still with John, and that he was at least safe for the moment. He was getting little to no answers regarding Sam.
"No, but he is safe and being well cared for," Gabriel assured him.
"And who is taking care of him?"
"I am. Sam's with me, and that's where he'll stay," Gabriel said.
Bobby glared at him. "You took him. What, you just grabbed a scared little boy out of his home?!"
"No. We took a neglected, mistreated boy from an abusive guardian who'd just hit him," Gabriel said.
"John hit him?" Bobby asked through gritted teeth. He was gonna kill the bastard. It was bad enough that John passed parental responsibility off on Dean and left the two boys alone for days at a clip. Now he'd turned physical. Well, the angel was right about one thing. They could not be left in John's 'care'.
"He hasn't been hitting them on a daily basis or anything, but he's smacked Sam at least twice," Gabriel said. His blood boiled just as he thought of his little boy being struck.
"Bastard! He won't get the chance again. I'll take them both," Bobby said.
Gabriel shook his head. "Sorry, Bobby. You can have Dean, but I told you that Sam stays with me."
"Why?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Because he's my son," Gabriel said. He had no reason to hide it anymore. All of Heaven now knew that Sam was his. He was no longer in danger.
"What? Are you saying John's wife had an affair with you?" Bobby asked in disbelief. He couldn't say it was impossible, as he never met Mary Winchester, but John acted as if his relationship with her was almost perfect. Of course, people often did that when their loved ones died. Plus, if this angel was telling the truth, John probably didn't know.
"No, it's more complicated than that," Gabriel said before explaining how he's entrusted his child with Mary Winchester in order to protect him.
"Why should I believe you?" Bobby asked. This was crazy. He had no reason to believe that the boy he knew was the son of an archangel, rather than being the son of John Winchester. Surely John would've noticed something different if the boy wasn't completely human, and John being John, never would've accepted him.
Gabriel laughed. "I really don't care if you believe me. What do I have to gain from you believing me? I already have my son, and you don't have the power to take him away from me. I don't need anything from you, other than a place to leave Dean, and we both know you don't need to believe me in order to take him."
Bobby had to admit that while his guy might be a dick, he wasn't wrong. What could Bobby do against an archangel? He could try to fight him, but there was little doubt that he'd lose. There was no reason to make a parentage. Plus, why would the angel want Sam if he wasn't his? Bobby doubted angels just went around trying to raise other people's kids. "Does Sam know?"
"Not yet," Gabriel said. He knew he had to tell his son the truth, preferably before he started exhibiting powers, which was going to happen soon, but Gabriel didn't know how to tell him. How do you tell a little boy that, not only is virtually everything he thought he knew about himself untrue, but he also wasn't entirely human? He was just a fledgling. How could he be expected to understand all of that.
"He's gonna be devastated. Can I at least see him?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah, you'll be able to see him, but only once. You have to understand something. His powers are going to start making themselves known very soon. He will be one of the most powerful beings to ever exist, and he won't be able to control that power," Gabriel explained.
"So, it'll be dangerous for him to be around us," Bobby realized.
"It would destroy him if he hurt someone," Gabriel finished.
Bobby sighed. This was bad. He was going to lose Sam. Worse than that, Dean was going to lose him, and Sam would lose Dean. That was going to kill those boys. They were everything to each other.
"So, I'm going to get Dean. It should only take a couple of hours," Gabriel said.
"And John?" Bobby asked. He got the feeling John was in a lot of crap right now. He'd struck an archangel's kid. That wouldn't go over well. Bobby couldn't bring himself to care too much. He wanted to beat the crap out of him for putting his hands-on Sam.
Gabriel smirked. "He'll be dealt with.
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Lucifer approached Gabriel's door. It had been a little while since they spoke. He'd hoped that some time to calm down would make his little brother more willing to hear him out. He knocked on the door and waited. To his utter disappointment, Michael was the to answer.
"What do you want?" Michael said with a glare.
"Nothing from you. I want to talk to Gabriel," Lucifer said before forcing his way inside.
"Get out! Gabriel's not here!" Michael said angrily.
"That's fine. I'll wait until he gets back," Lucifer said.
"No, you won't. Sam is here, and Gabriel doesn't want you near him. Actually, he wants nothing to do with you since you allowed his child to be poisoned with demon blood," Michael said.
"Yeah? And you deny any blame in that yourself? I sent the demon after those children, but you're the one that made it possible for your vessel to exist. You ensured his existence, and you would've helped the situation continue if that it wasn't revealed that Sam was Gabriel's son. You don't give a damn about humans being targeted any more than I do. You're just better at lying about it. You're no better than I am, Michael," Lucifer said.
Michael leveled his brother with a hateful glare. He would love nothing more than to beat him until he couldn't move right now, but Sam was in his room, and he'd notice if Michael went through with his wish. "I am nothing like you, Lucifer! I am a loyal son! I do what I'm told, and I would never do anything to harm my nephew!"
"Neither would I. But I never would've. If I had known who he was, that would've been it. I wouldn't have allowed anyone to go after him, even if it meant staying in the cage. I wouldn't hurt him. You can't say that you never would've hurt him. You may love him now, but that's only after getting permission to. How would you have reacted to him if Dad hasn't changed the law? After all, we both know it was you, not me, that Gabriel was son from," Lucifer goaded.
The loathing Michael felt for his brother only worsened, mainly because he knew Lucifer was right. If his father hadn't changed his mind, Michael would've done everything he could to destroy Sam, and that thought made his skin crawl more than once since knowing the boy. But he would be damned if he let Lucifer see that. "You know nothing about me, you bastard. He is my nephew!"
"Michael…" Lucifer started as he looked just over his brother's shoulder.
"No, he is Gabriel's son, and he will grow to be the best of us!" Michael yelled angrily.
"Michael, shut up!"
"And he will have nothing to do with you! You would do nothing but teach him to use his powers for evil! We won't allow it!" Michael continued his tirade.
"Michael!" Lucifer screamed, as he pointed behind the older archangel.
Michael finally stopped and turned around. He found Sam standing several feet away looking very distraught. "Sam."
Sam was trembling. He'd overheard a lot. He heard his uncle say that Gabriel was his father and that he had some kind of power. None of that could be true. Gabriel was taking care of him, but he wasn't his dad. John Winchester was his father, and he didn't have any powers. He was human.
"Sam, I…I'm sorry we were yelling. How…. How much did you hear?" Michael asked as he took a few steps forward.
Sam stepped backwards. He wanted to get away. He wanted to be anywhere else but here right now, listening to things that couldn't be true.
"Sam it's okay," Michael said. Before he could speak any further though, the boy had disappeared.