Hi again. So, nothing much going on today. How about you? Yeah. So, here is the 10th chapter of my admittedly weird story. Though I have to admit, it's cool to have 'angeled up' Winchester boys.

Note: This alternative storyline is set after season 7, with no regard to future episodes. Whatever happens in the real Supernatural world does, but I am not recognizing those events in my story, except the return of Cas (It has to happen or I'll die!).

"You see," Eltrael began as he and Sam walked along the perimeter of the warehouse, "angels have specific responsibilities, powers, and restrictions. With your abilities, both angelic and…otherwise, you may have more advanced or numerous powers than your brother. Bear in mind that your humanity will remain intact, no matter how much Grace you collect. You began as a human, and you shall forever remain so. You have a soul, and this will never change. Now," Eltrael continued, "it is time to begin to hone your new abilities."

Sam squared his shoulders boldly, wincing at the burning ache that shot up from his still-sore shoulder blades. Eltrael smiled weakly and pressed his fingers to the spot on Sam's back where his own feather resided, lessening the pain in Sam's shoulders. "Okay, so what do I have to do?" Sam asked once the ache vanished.

Eltrael vanished for a moment and returned holding a struggling person. Sam peered closer and saw that the human had the black eyes of a demon. "Begin by exorcising the demon with your mind," Eltrael commanded. "Just utilize the abilities you've had. It's just that they're enhanced.

The partial human glanced warily at the demon. "I don't feel comfortable using those powers…" he began, but was silenced with a glare from his angelic mentor. Then he stood in front of the demon and held out his right hand, willing the hellish spirit to leave its human meat suit. It surprised Sam that he barely had to concentrate before the demon blood and angel Grace in him took over, yanking the black cloud of the demon from its body.

"Catch and retrieve it, and put it back into the human," Eltrael ordered next, and Sam tentatively put his hand in front of the human's mouth, pushing the cloud of jet black smoke into the human's body. The demon, forced into a kneeling position, spat at Sam.

"We've heard about you, Winchester," the demon sneered. "We've heard about your special little angel rocket boosters. And Daddy Dearest wants his new and improved vessel to come and yank him from hell again, with all the new bells and whistles that he got from his angel boyfriend."

Overcome by fury, Sam shot his arm out and placed his hand the demon's forehead, sending all of the rage and hate he had into a single charge of power. Seconds later, white-blue light exploded from the face of the demon, and the human fell to the ground.

"Ha! What do you know? You just killed your first demonic douchebag with your brand new big boy powers!" Dean's cackle rang out, and Sam whirled to see his brother leaning against the warehouse wall, his arms folded casually.

Sam frowned. "When the hell did you get here?"

Dean gave Sam a mock-thoughtful look, and then began counting on his fingers. "Let's see…it's 8:32 on Tuesday, so…about two seconds ago."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. Stretched my 'wings' for the first time with Kye." Dean smirked. "So while you were ganking demons, I was jumping around the property with these little attachments. They're uncomfortable, you know," he commented, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. "And they ache like a bitch." He put up his fists, playfully punching Sam on the upper arm, then quickly spun his brother to tap the feathers that were hidden underneath Sam's cotton shirt. "So how's about we go try to fly around, eh?"

Sam looked to Eltrael, and the hunter's dark-haired mentor nodded his approval. "Let's go, then," Sam agreed, and the two brothers walked off together.

Once they were out of earshot of Eltrael, Dean's cheerful demeanor slipped away in a heartbeat. The hunter-turned-angel sighed deeply, the bounce going out of his step. "For the love of God, Sam, what the hell are we doing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about—"

"Sam, you damn well know what I'm talking about. We're freaking angels, for crying out loud! Yeah, I love Cas, and I'm sure you have feelings for Gabriel, but this? Of course we want to save them from whatever is going on in Heaven, but I just want to know: why are we doing this to ourselves? It's a poison that we can't take back, Sam. It's like the demon blood that Yellow Eyes gave you, but this time we did it to ourselves. We've got angel juice sloshing around in our meat, and I'm through with all of this shit! I'm out, I'm done!" Dean sat down on the hard ground, putting his head in his hands in defeat. "I can't even trust these guys. I can't trust you; I can't trust Cas or Gabe. I can't even trust God anymore, Sammy. It's all going to hell, Sam, and we're right at the center. We've been at the center our whole lives." Dean squeezed his eyes shut, waiting, but there was no girly chick-flick response from Sam. Dean opened one eye, and saw that Sam was gone. "Sam?"

Suddenly, a familiar growl filled the air. Dean lifted his head and was shocked to see the Impala rumbling just two yards away. Sam was hanging out the driver's side, a triumphant 'You're jealous that you didn't think of this earlier' smirk on his face. "Wings aren't half bad, are they?" he called, getting out of the car and slamming the door shut. "How's this for flying?"

Dean ran to his car, running his hands over the hood, the wheels, and the doors. "Hey, baby," he exclaimed. "Long time no see!" He was grinning so hard that his cheeks hurt. He hadn't seen his Impala since the two of them had tracked Hadriel and Rentiel to the warehouse and they'd left the car at the motel. To think that his baby had been gathering dust for four straight months! "So, how about a ride around Angel Boot Camp?" he chuckled. When Sam grinned, Dean jumped into the familiar driver's seat, tapping the wheel impatiently as Sam got into the passenger's side. The second that Sam's door was closed, Dean stepped on the gas and the car roared out of its spot, pulling 90 miles an hour in a matter of seconds. AC/DC blared out of the speakers, filling the car with the most wonderful sounds that Dean had ever heard. Dean laughed out loud, he was so happy. It seemed like this was the perfect way to fix a day that sucked ass.

"Hello, Samuel. Hello, Dean."

Dean stomped on the brakes, and the two brothers whirled in their seats to see Gabriel sitting stiffly in the backseat. The brainwashed angel's stern frown deepened as he peered at the hunters. "Feathers," he mused, "how clever of you."

Sam swallowed. "Hi, Gabe."

Gabriel turned his head so that his emotionless amber gaze rested on that of his former lover. For a moment, a flicker of recognition glimmered in his eyes, but then it was gone, obscured by the cold amber that remained. "Samuel. We need to talk." He snapped his fingers, and the two were gone, leaving Dean sitting in his Impala, the AC/DC ringing out into his ears not sounding so wonderful anymore.

Gabriel, the archangel who had rebelled and escaped to Earth for centuries, was back under the control of God.

He still could struggle beneath the bonds that held him captive in his vessel's body, but God spoke through Gabriel's lips. As much as the bright, vibrant personality launched volleys of archangelic fury on the chains on his Grace, Gabriel could not escape. He knew who he was, and he knew that he had submitted to his Lord's control. He also knew that he loved Sam Winchester. He'd said so himself, swearing it on the honor of God himself. And then he'd realized it. Samuel Winchester, the confused little Sasquatch of a human, was the key to Gabriel's escape from himself. So he'd forced his way through the slightest cracks in his bonds and brought himself to the 1967 Chevy Impala. That car was his saving grace, no pun intended. It'd brought Gabe back to where he belonged.

And now he sat on a familiar beach in Hawaii, on an equally familiar beach blanket, next to an extremely familiar human. He'd escaped God, for a brief moment at least. "Sam," he breathed, "it's so good to see you again."

Sam frowned warily at the archangel, and that broke Gabriel's heart. The lack of trust in his hunter's eyes shattered his existence. "Gabriel," he began, running his hand exasperatedly through his own shaggy brown hair.

So it's Gabriel, not Gabe, eh? So that's how you want to play the game. Well, Sammy boy, let's play. And I've got a couple tricks up my sleeve.

"Where the hell have you been?" Sam exploded. "The last time I saw you, you pretty much told me that you didn't love me anymore, and now you expect me to just welcome you back after everything I've gone through for you? I started a war in Heaven, for God's sake, and-"

Gabriel lunged forward at that moment and silenced Sam with his lips. The archangel's human sighed and grabbed the smaller man's body, pulling them backwards onto the blanket. For a moment, they lay there, with Sam on his back, staring up at Gabriel with those wide puppy dog eyes that drove Gabe crazy. Then-

"You're back," Sam breathed, and then Gabe fisted his hands in his hunter's shirt and kissed Sam full on the lips, letting all four months' worth of pent-up hurt and angst and love pour into their embrace as the hunter and the archangel lay on the blanket. Sam traced his thumb along the line of Gabriel's jaw, and Gabe could see the awe and lust that glowed in his human's eyes. Gabe leaned into the touch, savoring the feel of being loved again. For once, he let himself be the one being comforted. Sam spoke up, quietly. "What happened to you?"

Gabe looked away from Sam's curious hazel gaze for a moment. I don't want to do this to you, Sammy. The truth will kill you. He sighed. "Sam, when Castiel and I were taken, we were tortured by other angels up in Heaven." He paused as a low growl of anger rose in Sam's throat, but then continued. "Cas refused to submit to the influences of obedience. God knew that I, as an archangel, would be impossible to break. So he returned from hiding and took over. So when I told you that I didn't care about you anymore, I...it was God talking, Sammy, I swear."

Sam, who had been silent the entire time, grabbed Gabe's chin and forced the archangel to meet his eyes. Gabriel stared into Sam's green-brown gaze, shivering as he heard the intensity of his human's voice. "Gabriel, I believe you, and I swear that I'll never stop loving you. I started a war against Heaven to save you, Gabe. And, well, I went to more extreme lengths."

It was Gabriel's turn to turn intense and infuriated. "Sam Winchester, what in the name of my admittedly idiotic Father did you do to yourself?" Sam's response was to remove his shirt, revealing his familiar, muscled, battle-scarred chest. But Gabriel's mouth opened in shock as he traced his fingers over the feather on his human's chest. It was his own feather, Gabe realized with shock. "Turn around," he ordered, unfamiliar tears rising in his throat as he realized what his Sammy had done to himself. And a jolt ran through his Grace as he saw the four other wing feathers fused to Sam's back. One was Eltrael's, one was Saziel's, one was Timoriel's (the bastard), and the last was Alariel's. They were all the feathers of the allies of Gabe, with Timoriel as the exception. "For the love of humanity, Sam," he breathed, "why did you do this to yourself?"

Sam briefly touched his lips to Gabriel's, and then drew back to meet his archangel's eyes. "I did it for you," he insisted. "To save you." And then he was back in contact with Gabriel in a heated kiss, tangling his hands in the smaller man's golden brown hair. Gabe responded eagerly, clambering on top of Sam with the enthusiasm of a Trickster. He licked his way into Sam's mouth, tasting mint mouthwash and desire. Without detaching himself from the hunter, he snapped his fingers to vanish away his shirt, though he winced as he realized that he had exposed his candy-filled stomach. Sensing his angel's discomfort, Sam grabbed Gabriel by the waist and kissed the shorter man's slightly bulging stomach. "Don't worry," he murmured as he returned to kissing Gabriel's neck, "I'm fine with whatever you have to offer."

Gabriel grabbed Sam by the shoulders and pulled both of their bodies up into sitting positions; Gabe was sitting in Sam's lap with his legs wrapped around the hunter's waist. He waggled his eyebrows mischievously, grinning wickedly at the larger man. "Anything I have to offer?"

Eyes flashing, fingers moving, Sam smirked as his hands trailed down Gabriel's chest to reach the top of his jeans. "Almost anything," he chuckled. "We have to get back to Dean and the others. However..." He devilishly let his hands rest for a moment on the growing bulge in Gabriel's pants, but yanked his hands away the second that Gabe groaned in anticipation. "This'll have to wait until later," he whispered in his angel's ear, and Gabriel shivered as Sam's breath whispered into his ear, deliciously burning and hot. The archangel had to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering out Sam's name. He didn't want to submit to the raging feelings that were bubbling in his stomach.

"Fine," he hissed through his teeth through the lust in his system that had not been satisfied. "Let's go back to that old, disgusting, no-privacy-allowed warehouse." But then he hesitated after he snapped their shirts back on. "Sam, what am I gonna do about God's control?"

Sam frowned in concentration. Gabriel observed how the hunter's jaw always stiffened up when the human was thinking. It's cute, he thought, chuckling in spite of the situation. He sobered up when Sam spoke up thoughtfully. "Well, how are you out of his control now?"

"Well, now that I think about it, it's you that's bringing me back. I think it's my Grace in you that keeps me out of God's reach. So maybe if I stick with you, I can maybe stay myself. So..." he trailed off, grinning cheekily up at Sam.

The hunter groaned exasperatedly, rolling his eyes in a mock-annoyed gesture. "What, Gabe?"

Gabriel bounced out of Sam's reach, relishing the feel of running through the sand like a human. "So...I hope that your bed is big enough for two!" As Sam lunged to grab the former Trickster, Gabriel snapped his fingers and the two of them flew in a whoosh back to the Impala.

Dean was curled up on the seat of his car, sobbing like he'd just learned how to cry. He was crying about so freaking much that he didn't know what the hell he was crying about. He loved Cas. Now he'd lost Cas. He loved his innocent, awesome little Sammy. Now he'd lost his baby brother. And he grudgingly loved Gabe. Now he'd lost Gabe. And fuck, he missed his damn humanity, for God's sake! He was jacked up with angel fuel, and it felt like every breath he took was just another breath towards suicide. Dean just couldn't take it anymore. Not for Cas, not for Gabe, not even for his Sammy. He hated being alive. He had ever since he'd watched Jake stab Sam in the back all those years ago. Hell, he'd hated being alive ever since Yellow Eyes had killed his mother. He took out his knife from his pocket and dug the tip into his palm. Dean ignored the pain and watched as his dark red blood oozed out, shot through with streaks of whitish blue light. That mixed with his salty tears, and he halfheartedly wiped the mixture off on his jeans, watching the results of his pain stain the blue denim. Next, he slowly raised the knife again, this time towards his wrists. He was inches away from oblivion, from the darkness that would take him to the light...

"Dean! Stop! What the hell are you doing?"

The defeated hunter-turned-angel shot his head up, amazed to see Sam sitting just inches away on the passenger side. His baby brother, no longer full of hate and pain, was lunging over to grab the knife from Dean's hands. "No, Sammy," Dean slurred, but his speech was not altered by alcohol. He was drunk on hate. "Sammy, you gotta let me do this! I can't take it anymore! Just let me go to Cas! I belong with Cas! He'll take care of me in Heaven, and we'll be together, and-" He stopped as Gabriel reache over from behind Sam and placed his fingers on his forehead.

"Sleep," the archangel instructed, and Dean fell into a blackness that he welcomed with open arms.

Sam gazed down at his older brother, astounded by the pain that had been obvious in his brother's eyes just moments before. Gabriel rubbed his back reassuringly, all traces of mischief gone from the gesture. "He'll be okay," Gabe murmured in Sam's ear. "His soul is aching for his mate. Cassie will be back with him in no time. Just you wait, Sam."

"And how exactly are we going to do that?" Sam whispered back, tears growing in his eyes as he recalled the glimpses he'd seen in Gabe's mind of Cas lying, broken and bloody, on a cot in an angelic prison cell. "How are we going to save Cas?"

Gabe smiled into Sam's neck, his tongue darting out briefly to caress the hunter's soft skin. "We do what angels do best, of course!"

Sam glanced back at Gabriel, gathering the archangel into his arms. "And what do angels do best, might I ask?" he inquired playfully, flipping Gabriel's hair around as he buried his face in the warm chestnut locks. Gabe pulled back and grinned at his mate.

"We smite, of course!"

I was getting tired of so much angst, so I brought Gabe back! Yay! PleasepleasePLEASE review! I was so sad when I didn't get any reviews for Chapter 9! (Though I do admit, even I hated that chapter. It sucked.)