Donatello was – eccentric, for a lack of a better word.

"You know, for a prophet of the lord, he's not all that impressive." Hermione told Dean and Sam, when they were alone.

Dean snorted. "Kevin was in 'advanced placement'. You'd be surprised at what a nerd can turn into."

"I resent that." She mumbled lowly, making Sam raise an eyebrow.

Gabriel snorted. "If you think that's bad, you should have seen Luke."

Dean snapped his eyes up to look at Gabriel. Sometimes it was hard to imagine that Gabriel, the trickster was the brother of the serious and clueless angel he knew, but then something happened, that made him wonder how much Gabriel and Castiel actually knew each other.

"How were you allowed to take him with you anyways? I can't imagine they were keen on releasing the sole survivor of something that suspiciously looks like a chemical attack. Especially when said survivor happens to be a chemist?" Hermione inquired, breaking Dean's thoughts.

"Well, we might have uh – we might have taken him with us as part of a federal investigation." Sam answered, clearing his throat and looking away.

Hermione snorted "Of course you have." She rolled her eyes.

"Right, well you guys can help Donatello get settled in. Sammy and I are going for a drive. We'll bring back some take-out." Dean said, grabbing Sam by his shoulder and marching them out of the bunker.

…

As the day turned to evening, Gabriel created a small movie theatre out of one of the empty rooms. It was easy enough work – usually he would just snap his fingers, and boom! But that night, he put just a little more effort into it, a little more detail and a little more grandeur. He had told himself time and time again, just as when he was younger, that he didn't need to impress his father, that he didn't need his attention, but now that God was back in the game it was clear to him, that hell yes, he did.

They tried to invite Donatello, but the guy was still reeling over the whole 'prophet' business and seemed near catatonic.

Gabriel felt his heart was in his throat, when Chuck entered his little creation. When Chuck looked around, nodding approvingly, Gabriel let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"You're getting better, son!" Chuck remarked.

"Oh this? Pfft. This – this is nothing." He said, trying and failing at nonchalance.

"I know! I can't wait to see your house!" His father beamed at him. Neither Hermione or Gabriel were looking forward to that. Gabriel being self-conscious about daddy's inspection, Hermione being nervous, that Chuck might find some of Gabriel's more risqué wardrobe suggestions for her.

…

Halfway through the action comedy, Dean and Sam returned, looking grim. Chuck pretended not to notice, but Hermione nudged Gabriel with her elbow, making him turn his attention to the brothers. Slowly, they snuck out of the makeshift movie theatre.

Dean was sitting in what they had dubbed 'the war room' with Donatello, who still seemed out of it. Soon, Sam came into the room too, but he wasn't alone.

"You!" Gabriel exclaimed, when Metatron came down the stairs. "You told me you wanted to help Castiel! You told me you needed the horn to protect the angels!" He fumed.

Metatron raised his arms defensively. "Yes, yes, I did do that, but let's let bygones be bygones, I think we have bigger fish to fry."

Gabriel did not like Metatron, at all. He had fooled him once, and not many did that and lived. He would have fried his wings crispy if he could, but Metatron wasn't an angel anymore. He was pathetic, really and in the end, Gabriel couldn't help but pity him. Even if he was still a jackass.

"Okay, what do you want, Metatron?" Dean asked

"I want to help" Metatron sniffed.

"Okay? Besides world-class douchery, what do you have to offer?

"Oh, nothing. I just transcribed the angel tablet and know all the spells. And I know what makes Amara tick. And I had a relationship with the big guy for eons. Shall I keep going?"

And there went Gabriel's sympathy.

"He's got that too." Dean pointed out, gesturing at Gabriel.

Metatron scoffed "You need all the help you can get – even douche help."

Gabriel rolled his eyes so hard, he was afraid he might actually be able to see his own grace. The drama of Metatron was unbelievable. Always had been.

"And since when did you jump on the God wagon? You never used to give a damn." Dean remarked

Metatron sighed "Well, I didn't – at one time. Now that he's gone all kamikaze, leaving us with Darkness. I – I was by his side since the creation. He believed in me. If there's something I can do to help save him and his creation, then uh – it seems like I should."

Dean nodded thoughtfully. "The plan is to rescue Lucifer from Amara. Then he teleports us out of Amara's hideout and we convince Chuck to use him to fight her."

Gabriel scoffed "That's your plan? Do you even know where Amara is?"

"Uh, I think I might know where she is. I've been getting this vibe. It's like a ping in my cerebral cortex." Donatello interrupted, making Hermione raise an eyebrow.

"Great, so either Amara or a stroke" Gabriel snarked.

"And, how are we supposed to keep Amara busy while we're uh – liberating Lucifer?" Hermione asked.

"You leave that part to me." Dean sighed.

Hermione nodded. "So, when do we leave?" she asked. Gabriel narrowed his eyes at her.

"We should talk." He said, grabbing her by the shoulder and zapping them into the room they had chosen for themselves.

"Look, I know what you're going to say, and I know you can look after yourself, and I know what you can do – but those to knuckleheads don't. And I'd prefer it if they found out later, rather than sooner. They aren't exactly the biggest fans of magic." He pointed out, once they were alone.

Hermione tensed. "I could really be of use to you, you know." she ground out.

"I know, but I'm afraid I'll have to insist on this one. My whole point is trying to keep you safe, but there's no way in hell I can do that, if Amara and Lucifer is involved. Once back here, I'm pretty sure dad will figure out a way to neuter Luci, but if Amara got to you, it wouldn't be pretty and I couldn't live with myself if something happened."

She frowned. "And if something happened to you? Am I just supposed to move on? That's not possible, you moron." She punched him lightly in the arm.

"Just humor me on this, Sweetheart." He smiled at her and kissed her deeply, breaking her frown.

Five minutes later, they returned to the kitchen looking disheveled, much to Dean's consternation.

"We leave at dawn. And doll face isn't coming." He grouched

Hermione made a face at him, but for once, didn't argue.

…

The plan was absolutely crazy, in Gabriel's opinion, but then again – It was hard to do anything that wasn't crazy in the particular situation they had found themselves in. Sometimes, taking crazy risks is the only way forward. So, he was sitting in the Impala next to Sam, with Donatello and Metatron in the back, as they drove with neck breaking speed to Amara's hideout.

"Guys, there's some serious warding going on here." He remarked, as they pulled up next to the abandoned warehouse. It was a strange feeling, warding gave. He could walk and talk just fine, but his grace felt heavy and sluggish. He was certain, that it would only get worse as they got closer to Lucifer. The others had no grace, so of course they didn't notice a thing, but to an angel, the feeling was so intense and oppressive, he felt like he almost couldn't breathe – not that he needed to, it was a figure of speech.

The entity that had become both Lucifer and Castiel looked like crap, and their graces looked mangled. To Gabriel it felt like a punch to the gut, seeing two of his brothers so damaged by the hand of their aunt. Like normal, he masked it though. It was what he did best, after all.

He strolled casually into the lion's den, as Metatron ran up to check the spells that were used to bind them.

"Wow. Aunt Amara really got a two-for-one deal with you two, huh?"

Eyes shot up to look at him, and just by that look, Gabriel knew that it was Lucifer in the driver's seat.

"Brother?" He gave a strained smile and scoffed. "I know, I'm pretty far gone, but I never thought I would be the one hallucinating. That's always something I reserve for others. I killed you."

Gabriel snorted. "It was a close call, I'll admit, but I'm afraid you missed."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "No, I killed you. I'm sure of it."

"Really sure? Or were you too arrogant to check?"

"Enough talking." Sam interrupted their bickering. "Metatron, are you done soon?"

"Almost there." Metatron spoke up, and continued to mutter spells and incantations.

"Alright, we're obviously busting you out of here, but you've got to know, that it comes with the condition of you working with us to defeat Amara" Sam told Lucifer, who rolled his eyes.

"Obviously, I'm all for taking her out." He coughed.

"Dad's there." Gabriel told him, and Lucifer's eyes shot to him. His jaw tensed.

"It's not like that makes any difference. Bitch is going down either way." He growled, sagging down as Metatron finally found the spell to release him.

Gabriel smiled minutely. "Damn straight."

"Great, let's get going, Gabriel you can get us out of here!" Sam said.

"Didn't you listen to me earlier? The warding here is extreme! We need to get out the way we came!" Gabriel huffed, annoyed, that no one had been listening.

"Guys! She's coming, I can feel her, she's coming!" Donatello yelled frantically.

"Let's go!" Gabriel said, hauling Lucifer to his legs, supporting his weight. It wasn't until they had reached the car, that he noticed Metatron wasn't with them.

"Where's Metatron?" he asked, but Sam just shook his head. Gabriel had half a mind to return, to save the idiot scribe, but if he did, they would all get roasted.

He pushed Lucifer into the backseat of the Impala and barely made it in himself, before Sam was racing out of the place.

They were driving as fast as they could, and were almost out of the warding zone, when seemingly out of nowhere, Amara turned up on the road. Gabriel suddenly felt very small. It was the first time he had seen her since they locked her in the cage, and boy did she look pissed. Just as he was sure he would be reduced to atoms, he thought about his father, mentally apologizing for going behind his back.

Boom!

The Impala landed with a big crash in the middle of the bunker, Hermione standing wide eyed in front of them.

"Oh, God." She whispered.

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