Got it up in less than a month(if only just). So proud of myself.

Sam caught an unconscious Harry as he slumped toward the floor. The wizard weighed next to nothing but Sam nearly fell from the weird angle he was forced to catch him in. The front door slammed open to reveal Dean and a stranger hot on his heels. Sam met his brother's eyes questioningly.

"I've had just about enough weird for today." the woman had pushed her way past Dean and was standing directly before Sam now, hands on hips and indignant look on her face. "Just where did you come from and why is he unconscious, I swear I'm about two seconds from getting a sheriff out-"

She didn't get any further as Luna laid a hand on her head and she fell forward, as unconscious as Harry was. She wasn't lucky enough to have a Winchester standing in her the way of her descent though and smacked fairly solidly into the hard wood floor. Sam winced on her behalf but hadn't really had the chance to catch her with his arms full of immobilized wizard.

"I'm really starting to like you." Dean spoke up, a grin plastered on his face as he looked at the woman who'd been nagging him just moments ago.

"What's going on?" Sam swept Harry into a better position and moved him toward the couch. "Who is that?"

"About an hour after goldilocks whisked you away, and don't think we're not coming back to that," he shot towards Luna who was dazedly staring at the downed woman. "She showed up with Harry in the passenger seat. Wasn't pretty." He mouthed the words 'puke everywhere' while splaying his arms to make sure Sam got the picture. "He went full on exorcist in her jeep."

Sam winced again. He did have to admit Harry wasn't smelling, or looking, so hot right now. The wizard was disheveled and thin with dark rings circling his eyes. He looked like he hadn't bathed, slept, or ate in a week.

"As far as we can tell she's just some random person that actually did something nice by bringing him here." Ellen had entered and seemed to be taking stock of their new situation. "And isn't that one of the wierdest things I've had to say lately. An honest to god good samaritan."

"Is he okay now?" Sam eyed the wizard. "Didn't he attack Bobby?"

"Don't know, and yes." Dean answered. "Was a bit out of it when he got here. Only got a tiny bit out of him before he snapped at us to get out. So, you know, nothing murdery yet but it's not like it's all sunshine and kittens."

Luna moved on from the woman and swept over to Harry. She knelt down next to him, humming some tune that Sam found catchy but absolutely couldn't place. She placed a hand on his forehead and Sam was sure he'd never seen a more violent contraction. Harry arched off the couch like a fish flopping out of water. Sam moved to yank her back but the blonde caught his arm and their eyes met. Sam couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine. Her eyes were cold and hard like steel. In that one moment the dreamy, goofy, frail looking woman was gone and in her place was someone who seemed infinitely more terrifying than Harry had ever seemed even on his worst day. Sam was frozen in that gaze for what seemed an eternity, only the sound of the blood rushing in his veins broke the silence in his mind, and then she turned away and it was like a wall breaking.

Sam, who very much thought himself a rock of mental fortitude sank to the floor shaking just slightly. His fight or flight instinct had kicked in and this once it had screamed RUN as loud as it could.

"What the fuck?"

Sam almost jumped out of his skin. When had Dean gotten so close? He had thought his brother meant to come to his aid but now the elder Winchester's eyes were fixated on the couch. Sam stared too. Though Harry's throes seemed to show some form of discomfort with whatever Luna was doing he already looked visibly better than he had since re-emerging from the pit. His cheeks had filled out to replace that slightly gaunt look he'd not been able to shake. His clothing was now almost completely filled. Muscles had regrown and firmed,his skin was flushed in a healthy way instead of looking sallow and lifeless. The man just looked...healthier. The closer he got to looking like his old self the more his spasms abated and his breathing slowed to what one would expect of someone sleeping. He grew still after a few minutes and Sam figured she was almost done but Luna stayed that way for a long time. Long enough that eventually the Winchesters slowly got up and made their way to another room along with Bobby and Gabriel, both of whom had re-entered the house and seen most of what had happened. No body tried to interrupt again. It was obvious they'd be made into indescript smears on a mountain top somewhere if they tried to stop her, and honestly she seemed to be helping anyway. So they turned their focus elsewhere, namely the unconscious woman who'd delivered their wizard back to them.

"It's not your fault."

Eve didn't even have the energy send a glare at the kid wiping blood from her back. "Yes it is." she rebutted.

Jesse wasn't really sure what specifically they had done to Eve , but it had to have been bad. He could tell she'd held out a long time. She'd been missing for days. They'd had apt time to break her and kill her if she'd been weak, but she wasn't. "You could have told them way sooner and then we wouldn't even have known it happened." Jesse argued. "You held out as long as you could. Anyone else would have caved sooner."

Eve actually snorted at that. It was a derisive sound and he flinched from her back a bit at the noise. "You showed up with the most self righteous people in the world." she sounded almost melancholy about that. "I don't doubt a single one of them would have died a thousand times over before giving that bastard anything."

He couldn't argue that. He knew from the gossip grapevine that Sam and Dean had both done stints in Hell. He knew that Harry had to literally be brainwashed to even consider helping the angels and he'd fought his way mostly out of it through sheer will power. They were definitely paragons of morality. He knew the Winchesters would throw their lives down in an instant if it meant saving the world. Harry probably would too. But there was a line they wouldn't cross. The same line they eventually led to Eve faltering. They cared, they loved. No matter how they tried to remove themselves from it, it was their Achilles heel. Ask them to lay down their own lives and they would. Threaten someone else's life and the stakes were never worth it.

He wanted to ask, but he already knew. He could feel it in the smug air around Crowley when they'd met in that room. The demons had killed someone important to Eve, possibly more than one someone. As much as he wanted to ask who so he could share in her mourning he just couldn't. So he swallowed back the apologies and helped her physically, bandaging the odd cuts she'd received that weren't healing on their own.

Jesse knew he had a habit of following people who were emotionally unavailable. He'd come to that realization shortly after joining Eve. First he'd followed Harry who was to damaged to really emote properly or form healthy relationships, and now he was tagging along with the Queen Bee of the monster world who was far too removed from humanity to really see he was too young to be in the thick of it like he was right now. He'd been thinking on that a lot lately. Wondering why he was drawn to these powerful people that were so broken inside.

He put the last bandage in place and started to pack up the supplies he'd been given by a reluctant Castiel. That was a surprising change in relationship if he were being honest. The angel that had tried to murder him was now being helpful, if awkward. Jesse sighed, closing the clasps and standing. He moved to the foot of the bed and looked back at the woman laid there looking a bit pathetic if he were to be honest. He could just make out a shine on her cheek that was probably tears. His mind went back to that night with Castiel again. He'd blamed the angel for a long time, and demons, and after their falling out he'd blamed Harry too. But blame didn't change anything.

"It doesn't matter if it was your fault." he said and he could see her tense. "We'll find them and we'll stop this and no one else will get hurt."

Some of the tension leaked from her but her shoulders started to shake minutely.

"We'll make it right." he said, quieter. "We have to."

Harry was sure the universe had somehow managed to be reset again. He felt... amazing. The world was silent around him and he didn't feel anxious, or hungry, or annoyed. His body felt light. It was definitely the best he'd felt in a long time. So surely something must have gone terribly wrong to bring him to this point right?

He cracked open his eyes expecting to see a bright blue sky, or maybe the nothingness of space. Instead he was greeted by bright sunlight bouncing off the ceiling and walls in the same room he'd been in before. It was definitely later in the day and by the lack of noise he'd guess that everyone had retreated to go about their own business. He raised a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes only to stop halfway there as his eyes caught the movement and traced their way up and down his fingers. They were thin, as they always had been, but they didn't look quite as skeletal as he remembered them looking. His wrist wasn't knobby. He sat up, letting a blanket fall off of him as his hands explored his face and chest.

He certainly wasn't complaining but he had no idea how what he was feeling could be even remotely possible. His eyes caught on the pale skin hanging over the blanket on his legs. It was only then he even realized the slight pressure the person was applying with their weight. Sleeping soundly was a blonde he thought he'd never see again in his absurdly long lifetime. It was surreal. The face was half remembered, faded with age in his mind and yet young and so alive right in front of him. He swallowed past the lump in his throat. "Luna..."

She stirred just slightly before nuzzling deeper onto his legs. A million questions burned through him. He wanted to shake her awake and ask every single one of them, but he resisted stopping his hand halway toward her. He remembered what he'd been like when he arrived here at the safe house. He knew he should still be a broken mess. He knew that a simple shot to the head like he'd used with Lucifer's drug wouldn't have worked this time. The angels had messed with some primal part of his brain that hadn't been made to be tampered with. He had no idea how she'd fixed it, but she had. There was no doubt about it to him. The only person capable of fixing him had shown up after millenia. He was relieved and thankful and ecstatic and angry... very angry.

Where had she been all this time?

It mattered to him, more than he would ever admit. He'd gone through so much. He knew, in every fiber of his being, he would have been better if she had been there. Maybe he wouldn't be the bitter, judgmental asshole he'd become if someone could have just shown him a better way. He was staring at his hand thinking of what might have been when the first person noticed he was awake. He knew it wasn't fair to put that on someone, but he'd never claimed to be the epitome of mental health.

"Glad to see you back in the world of the living."

Harry raised thoughtful eyes to a melancholy looking Gabriel. The archangel was devoid of most of his usual pleasures and was even dressed a bit morbidly by his usual taste with quite a bit of black on. Harry stared, probably a bit longer than Gabriel was comfortable with if his shifting was anything to gauge by. Harry was at once suspicious and relieved to find he could face the arch angel without the familiar wave of dizziness.

"I'd say 'glad to be back' but I'm not sure how I feel right now." he said simply, eyes shifting back to his once friend.

"I take it you're not thrilled to see her then?" Gabriel's voice sounded a tad peculiar and Harry couldn't keep himself from glancing up. Gabriel was eying Luna as well, but it seemed to be with curiosity edged with wariness and a fair amount of distrust.

"I am." Harry shook his head. "And I'm not... I'm not sure."

Gabriel huffed a bit, in agreement or amusement Harry wasn't sure.

"What's with the attitude?" Harry asked, slowly sliding his legs out from under the witch. "It's not like you to not have made several jokes at someone's expense by now."

Gabriel didn't respond for a long moment. Harry almost thought maybe the angel was suddenly intent on ignoring him. Instead he let out a huge sigh. "One problem at a time." he said giving Harry a grin that was almost like his usual self but lacked just a bit of the normal energy. "Is Blondie safe or are we about to have another contender in the ring match to fuck the Earth?"

Harry glanced over as he swung his feet over the edge of the couch. He frowned, indecisive. "I don't know." he admitted. "If she had the power, or want to destroy the Earth I'd think she'd have done it by now."

Gabriel nodded seriously. "Why pop out of the woodwork now?"

Harry shrugged. It was definitely beyond him as to why she hadn't revealed herself before now. He'd searched for a long, long time for some trace of his people. Surely she had as well. Luna had always been a bit disconnected from the world but even she would have things she missed right? People she wanted to see, places that weren't the same but somehow were still familiar. "You got me." he glanced up as a thought popped in his head. "What happened to Terri?"

Gabriel groaned.

"We just saw to it that she made it home safely and doesn't remember even meeting you." Harry nearly startled at the new voice. He'd forgotten how abruptly Castiel like to enter conversations. "It's good to see you back to your old self."

Harry nodded in his direction. "I'm still not sure 'back to my old self' is a good way to put it."

Still, he stood and after a moment of over balancing as he adjusted to having fully functioning muscles again, he found his balance.

"How do you feel?" Castiel was eying him just a bit warily, obviously trying to take Gabriel's relaxed stance as a good sign.

"Better than I have in a while." Harry admitted. "Where are the others?"

Gabriel gestured vaguely. "Around."

"I believe the Winchesters are out making sure we've tied up all loose ends regarding the woman who brought you here and acquiring food. Bobby is in the study watching a talk show. Ellen is sleeping. And the boy and the abomination are upstairs in one of the bedrooms." Castiel answered matter of factly, like he hadn't just insulted whoever the 'abomination' was in this scenario. Harry took a second to wrap his head around all of that.

"Bobby?"

"Ah, yeah." Gabriel winced minutely. Harry recognized the tell for what it was. Gabriel was trying to decide if he should give Harry the whole truth or a half truth. "Your buddy over there who looks like a kid's show host apparently pulled his ass out of Heaven and zapped him back to the world of the living."

"Why would she do that?" Harry eyed Luna speculatively.

"Beats me."

"It might have something to do with his attempt to rescue you from Heaven." Castiel surmised, missing Gabriel's sudden face palm. "It's likely she felt you were indebted to him in some way after his attempt and repaid him for you. I understand that's a common practice amongst humans."

Harry blinked. "Rescue?" Flashes of a white room played in his mind. A smug angel standing over him with a long needle thin device. He shivered.

"Yeah..." Gabriel grimaced. "It didn't go so well."

"In what way?" Harry noticed that Gabriel was trying to hedge around the subject. He was having none of it.

"You lost your shit and tried to kill Bobby..." Gabriel looked thoughtful for second. "You know even I'm not sure if you can kill a human soul in Heaven."

"I'm glad we didn't find out." Harry groaned.

"Your... friend pulled both herself, Bobby, and an angel out of Heaven without using one of the gates." Castiel was giving him a measuring look. Harry blinked.

"I've never made a prison break in Heaven if that's what you're trying to ask right now..." he gave the angel a look of confusion. "Who was the other angel?"

Gabriel frowned minutely.

"Gadreel." Castiel supplied.

Harry took a second to place the name. "One of the fallen angels that was supposed to have helped Lucifer?" Harry scoffed. He looked back at Luna. "Why would she pull that monster out of Heaven? Why was he even with Bobby?"

"That's... a long story really." Gabriel rubbed his neck, feeling his age as he did sometimes when life got a bit too complicated. "I don't think he's part of Lucy's secret club. He'd probably be a knight of Hell if he was after all. A lot's happened since you went missing."

Harry nodded. It never was black and white with the Winchesters around. Everything had to be convoluted with them.

"It can wait though." the archangel pushed off the wall. He snatched Castiel's sleeve and moved to exit to Harry's confusion. He caught the younger angel's stare and followed it behind him. Luna had woken up and was sitting cross legged and leaned against the couch, staring at him rather intently. The air caught in his throat. All the emotions he'd felt earlier came roiling back. "Luna..."

Her head tilted to the side as if she were considering the name. "Luna." she agreed with a nod. "Loopy Luna Lovegood."

He gave her the briefest flash of a smile, recognizing the catcall from the childhood that they'd turned into an inside joke as adults. His heart tugged uncomfortably. "H-how are you here?" he wanted to run over and hug the woman as tightly as humanly possible but was having a hard not throwing things about the room with his magic too. "After all these years, how are you here?"

Luna seemed to mull the question over like it was a particularly complicated equation. "Magic made everything wonky and Luna slipped through the cracks." she seemed proud of the explanation and stood very suddenly, looking right into his eyes like she was trying to convey a message. "Always here. Keeping promises."

He wasn't sure what she was trying to say. She certainly hadn't always been here. Surely he'd have noticed another being with as much power as he had during the creation events at the very least. There were never other deities in the beginnings because there didn't exist people to create them yet.

"Always here." she said and she took a step forward and tapped his forehead. Pictures streamed through his head like a slide show. Events and premonitions and feelings he'd felt before. He lifted hsi gaze to the blonde who was looking at him expectantly. "The visions... that was... that was you?"

"Magic." she nodded enthusiastically, beaming.

He swallowed thickly. "But how are you... I don't understand." he felt a little lost as he stared at his old friend. Why had she been sending him visions? Couldn't she have just told him about her visions? Nothing was adding up.

She gingerly took his hand. He watched as she linked their fingers together, smiling all the time. She lifted their arms to face height and looked him dead in the eye. Her blue eyes twinkled with mirth and happiness just like they used to when they were kids and Harry indulged her stories about humdingers. "Magic knows." she said and suddenly they weren't in the living room anymore.

Quite a bit of exposition coming at you guys next time. Prepare yourselves for that. Apologies to anyone who has PM'd me. Having issues sending replies for some reason. Hope you guys are still enjoying the story. Thank you for all the fantastic reviews, you're all wonderful.

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'til next time!

~Kanathia