Summary: Gabriel always was the favorite after Lucifer fell. Even the other gods had liked him, despite the fact he was a jerk. So when Lucifer decides to kill him with his own blade, God decided he couldn't let his favorite die without giving him a second chance. Now he's stuck trying to live through a second apocalypse, and this time Micheal is the rebel on the side of the humans.

Gabriel woke up in some no name area of Los Angeles, the City of Angels. What a bad joke that was.

He took stock of what he could and couldn't do.

Angel sword, check. Wings, check. Clothes, check. Trickster powers...nope. Grace, check. Knowledge of Enochian, check. Gun...since when did he have a gun?

Gabriel looked around him and finally found some dilapidated wreck on the side of the road. Cleaning off the seat, he found that it still worked. He turned it over and started driving to anywhere.

His gut told him Arizona, for some reason, so that was the way he went.

He was about out of the city when he felt the explosion of Grace nearby, and decided to check it out.

He got there in time to find a fellow arch angel cutting off his own wings voluntarily. He was so shocked that he almost didn't know how to react.

He got out of the car and followed the guy in confusion. The other angel seemed to know he was being followed, but clearly didn't know by who.

Seeing him break into a toy store that had guns in the back, he decided to make his presence known.

"You know there are easier ways to get a gun," he said bored.

The man whirled around, enchanted knife in hand. It had Enochian sigils all over it and gave Gabriel a bad feeling. It was almost on par with his sword, and something said being stuck by it would hurt like a bitch.

"Who are you?"

"Another angel. What the hell is going on that an arch would cut off his own wings voluntarily?" he asked.

The other angel stared at him.

"What are your orders?" he asked.

"Orders? You're kidding right? I left heaven because I was sick of all the damn infighting. I don't follow anyone's orders other than my own whims, and He knows that," said Gabriel irritated.

The other man seemed to relax, only slightly.

"I don't have much time."

"Why do you need guns for anyway?"

"To protect the unborn child. He has lost faith and sent the order to kill the woman and the child that is to be born. If I can't stop the others, then mankind will be destroyed,"said the other.

"And you need guns for this why?" asked Gabriel again.

He gave Gabriel an annoyed look.

"I can't disobey His orders, not with my powers. I either fight like a human, or I fall."

"Which one are you anyway?" asked Gabriel, grabbing a few guns himself. Might as well help the guy out if he was doing it to protect the humans.

"Micheal."

Gabriel choked in shock. This was Micheal?! How the hell did he not recognize his older brother?

"Call me Gabe," he said finally, shouldering two duffel bags full of guns, among other things.

Micheal blew open the door, and made the hole look like a burning cross. Gabe winced when he saw the other cop who had arrived just in time to find the mess get forcefully possessed by an angel. His eyes narrowed though...why did his eyes turn black like that?

Gabe focused on the possessed cop, looking at his eyes and teeth.

"This isn't an angel. Not anymore. Looks more like a demon possession," he said frowning.

"It's an angel. I doubt Lucifer would bother to steal a human's form this late in the game," said Micheal.

"You'd be surprised. The bastard is a total asshole," said Gabriel. He had killed his baby brother without a second thought after all.

Gabriel was about to get in the cop car Micheal 'commandeered' when he found a book on the sidewalk. It was odd because the book looked relatively dry and it had been raining for over an hour. Picking it up, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

It was a copy of John Winchester's infamous journal...and it included some of the new things Sam and Dean had added since the man's death. Pocketing it with his sword, Gabriel got into the car. Micheal seemed to understand that Gabe wasn't going to leave him alone without some answers first...or he recognized that Gabe was like him.

It was going to be a long couple of days.

Gabe woke up when he sensed the death of another angel. Despite not being in heaven for a couple of centuries, he always felt the death of one of his own.

"How long was I out?"

"Six hours," said Micheal bluntly. He wasn't one for small talk, and didn't seem to care that Gabe had fallen asleep shortly before the sun had risen.

Seeing them pass a sign, Gabe wondered where the hell they were heading.

"Where are we?"

"Arizona."

Gabe's eyes shot open in surprise. Did this idiot even bother to stop for gas? He was worse than Dean was!

Gabe went to fiddle with the radio, only to find all the stations dead. Micheal seemed somewhat annoyed by his boredom, so Gabe had to settle for humming a tune he had heard once. It seemed to make the angel-turned-human twitch in irritation.

"Will you stop that incessant humming?" demanded Micheal.

"Why?" smirked Gabe.

Micheal grit his teeth in irritation. What was wrong with this angel? He was more human than he should be! Gabe went back to humming, glad he had the chance to annoy Micheal of all angels. Too bad it wasn't Lucifer, or he would really be enjoying this.

Micheal looked ready to shoot him, or at least stop the car and stab him when they finally reached wherever the hell he was trying to get to.

The humans came out, one with a gun. Gabe scrunched his nose at the scent of dead angel vessel. He saw an old lady in plastic on the ground and realized she was the cause.

"Show me them teeth!" barked the man with the gun.

Gabe raised an eyebrow but smiled with his teeth showing. What was up with these people that they demanded to see his teeth?

While Micheal spoke to the humans, Gabe wandered over to the old lady. She had been dead for nearly a day at least, and he saw black eyes. Seeing the blood around her mouth and the shark teeth, suddenly the odd order made a hell of a lot more sense.

Sensing Micheal's annoyance with him, he grabbed the bags and went inside. He looked at the man who had the gun and asked him if he had anything sweet. The guy stared at him before he handed him a warm soda. Gabe grimaced at the fact it wasn't cold, but didn't complain much.

He later found some candy in the fridge and swiped a few bars. Seeing the look of increased irritation on Micheal's face, he flipped him off.

He wasn't giving up his sweets to avoid offending this ass.

"Alright, what the hell is going on here?" demanded the old soldier, who's name was Percy.

"Angels. God has lost faith in humans, and has ordered them to kill her and the child. Once that happens, humanity is doomed," said Micheal.

"Yeah right. If they're angels then I'm not also called Loki," said Gabe flatly.

Seeing the look they shot him, he explained.

"Angels do not take unwilling vessels. They have to get permission from the humans first. And they sure as hell don't have the same black eyes that demons get when possessing people...or those weird ass shark teeth."

Micheal shot him a look.

"Who are you anyway? I know you're an angel, but you still have your grace," he demanded.

"Gabriel. And no, I'm not showing my wings in front of the humans, unless you want the baby-mama you're so damn uptight about to have her eyes burned out. I don't even know how the hell I ended up in Los Angeles to begin with, since the last thing that I remember was going up against that asshole Lucifer in some no-name motel," said Gabe.

"You can't be Gabriel. He was against me coming down here...and Lucifer is still in the pit."

"Not from where I'm from he isn't. And judging by the fact that these so-called angels are taking people by force, I'd have to say this is some kind of joke from God," said Gabe.

Micheal gave him a strange look, before he went back to the matter at hand.

Gabe left the room and decided to go to the roof. Being stuck around Captain Stick-up-his-ass wasn't his idea of fun.

He bit into his stolen chocolate bar. It was half melted and wasn't even that good, but it was better than nothing.

Something about this stunk to Gabriel. Like a half-forgotten memory. This entire situation felt way too damn familiar to his tastes, but he couldn't figure out why. He took the gun that was handed to him by the others, lead up by Micheal.

He didn't know why he was in this mess, but he sure as hell wasn't dying twice without figuring out what was going on.

Gabe took one look at the weird double-jointed ice cream truck driver, and he swore.

No wonder this whole thing was so damn familiar...he had seen this movie before and had thought it both insulting and amusing.

Mostly because they had Gabriel as the bad guy and Micheal as the one to cut off his wings to save the girl he couldn't care less about.

Like Micheal would ever cut off his Grace just to save humans. It would have been more likely that Gabriel would do it just to spite his brother, and because he actually liked them more than he did his own kind.

Besides, they had the whole thing reversed. Angels couldn't take unwilling hosts, but demons could and the whole black-eye thing was more in line with them. He couldn't believe whoever wrote this crap had gotten that part so blatantly wrong.

Seeing the double line of cars heading their way, Gabriel realized that they were totally outmatched.

There was no way he was letting them win. Not after seeing that little girl possessed.

He grabbed a clean knife and cut into his hand having left the roof and gone back down. The girl and the others downstairs looked at him like he was crazy for tracing something on the wall in his blood...but the second he slammed his bloody hand on the weird glyphs he had drawn, they understood.

The angels within range of the effect were effectively blasted out of their vessels, causing a domino effect of cars crashing into one another as the dead bodies kept them going. There was an effective barricade cutting off both halves of the road from the mess.

Suddenly the guns stopped altogether, and they came down.

"What did you do?" demanded Micheal. He had felt the power behind the angel banishing sigils, but didn't know what had happened to make all the cars crash like that.

Gabe leaned heavily against the wall. It had taken everything he had not to be sent off with the rest of those fakes.

Micheal saw the Enochian writing and the bloody hand.

"Oh my god...you're bleeding!" said Charlie.

"I'll be fine. It'll be harder for them to get around that barricade and it will be even longer before they can show up."

"What was that?" asked Jeep.

"Angel banishing spell. Has to be written in blood, otherwise it won't work. I'm just lucky that I wasn't sent off with the rest of those fakes," said Gabriel. He got up and washed off his hand, before deftly bandaging it.

"Fakes?"

"Demons have black eyes and can take unwilling hosts. Angels have to ask and get permission first. Even Lucifer had to get permission in order to gain a vessel," said Gabe.

He went to find a place to nap, because he was starting to get into a really foul mood and whenever that happened things got unpleasant. Like a never-ending day unpleasant.

By the time his migraine left, Gabriel was more in the mood to strangle Micheal. Commander of the Host or not, this guy was seriously pissing him off. He didn't even have the decency to knock out the hysterical mother, who would get them killed trying to rescue her ass.

Even Castiel could have done that much after he was cut off from Heaven!

Stealing another chocolate bar (they had several boxes in the fridge) Gabriel leaned against the roof.