SSam was the first to appear in the bunker. Cass looked at him sadly, his mouth open, but he couldn't find any words of comfort. Lucifer stood aside, dreading his own fate, but still sad at the sight. Gabriel place his hand on SSam's shoulder when SSam's breathing picked up and SSam glanced back at him, his eyes drenched in tears.

SSam just stood there, a few feet away from the body of his father, not believing it. But when he felt that hand on his shoulder, he flinched and reality kicked in. Soon enough, DDean, Dean, Sam and Jack appeared; their expressions sad. Sam was dragging the human version of a once powerful archangel. He threw his body in a corner and Michael moaned, feeling pain he has never felt before. Dean pulled out the vial of mixed grace Sam had given him from his pocket and placed it on a counter of an old Men of Letters computer.

Sam turned to his attention back to SSam who slowly approached the body on the table. He grabbed GGabriel's cold hand in his, set it on his chest and held on tightly. Tears running down his face, his lips trembling, his entire body in shock. Sam and LLucifer from within watched silently and Sam could feel the pain of loss the archangel inside him felt as DDean stepped next to his brother, tears in his eyes. SSam leaned into his brother and sobbed silently. They have both just lost a father.

MMichael couldn't handle it. He took the sight of his nephew devastated hard, Dean could feel it. So Dean turned his attention at the mixed grace. He picked it up and thought about how they would separate it. "The grace doesn't want to stay mixed – MMichael spoke to him sadly – it wants to split and to return to its hosts." That gave Dean an idea. With MMichael's help, he conjured another empty vial and opened the full one. Much to MMichael's scared confusion he pulled it closer to his lips as the blue grace started detaching from the gold one and started finding its way to its host.

Dean quickly placed the empty vial in front of it, catching it all until there was only the golden one in the other vial. He pocketed Michael's grace and extended the gold one to its rightful owner. Jack frowned when he was handed his grace and Dean explained "It's yours. You choose what to do with it. – and Michael's voice resurfaced – I would suggest taking it. No one really knows what might happen to you if you don't. You weren't made to exist without it."

Jack stood aside staring at the vial containing his grace. It was the cause of all this trouble. He pondered over Dean's/MMichael's words and couldn't figure out what to do. Dean turned his attention on anything else but the devastated family behind him. He didn't know how to help them, but at least he could keep the archangel inside him occupied. He took Michael's grace and after making the other ingredients with MMichael's help appear, they attempted to open another rift.

As he mixed the ingredients he thought about how he and MMichael worked so well together. It felt good. It felt natural. Only Sam looked aside when the rift opened and following LLucifer's feelings he frowned at the pathetic human that was once a powerful archangel. He nodded at his brother as Dean picked Michael up. Michael finally awoke and when he realized what was happening, his eyes widened, face paled and a thousand Nos echoed through two worlds. The rift closed behind him and all Sam and Dean did was exchange glances and a nod.

Jack looked at the rift, feeling a bit glad the whole Michael and apocalypse world story is finally over. But on the other side, a family was grieving the loss of a father and a brother. Dean and Sam weren't showing it, but he knew that the archangels inside them were angry and mournful. SSam was sobbing, his head buried between GGabriel's waist and arm and DDean held his hand firmly on his brother's shoulder, tears escaping his eyes.

Gabriel stood behind them, feeling their loss. It was clear he wished to something, but Jack knew, even if he was in full capacity, there is no way an archangel could ever bring another back. And then Jack glanced over at Cass. Castiel. His father. He was once gone too. "Maybe..." Jack whispered to himself as he turned his attention back to the vial. He opened it and his grace started floating out towards him. As it tickled his lips, giving him just a taste of his old power, he quickly closed the vial. He had consumed only a quarter of it, but he stopped before he made a huge mistake.

He was powerful once and he did bring an angel out of the Empty. But GGabriel was an archangel. And GGabriel was SSam's father. He took another look at SSam and then gazed back at his grace. What should he do? What would the others do? He knew well SSam would never go for it. That is just how he is, and he knew both Sams were almost the same. So... What would Dean do?

Something stupid and reckless, for sure. At yet, it somehow works out for him, doesn't it? With a deep sigh, Jack decided what he had to do. Somehow the decision reminded him of Lucifer, he was about to force someone into doing something they wouldn't want to do. But he wasn't Lucifer, he convinced himself. He was doing this to help.

He clinched the vial in his hand as he approached the body on the table. His eyes drifted sadly from the archangel to the nephilim beside him. He slowly walked over to SSam and put his hand on his shoulder, but SSam did not react. He gently nudged him and whispered "Sam?" to which SSam raised his hand, his bloodshot eyes staring at Jack. Jack gulped, but with a flick of his thumb, he opened the vial and shoved it in SSam's direction.

Before SSam or anyone else could figure out what was happening, SSam's grace had already welcomed Jack's and SSam's eyes glowed brighter than ever as he stood up. Sam and Dean ran over to them, but it was too late. "Why did you do that?" Sam's voice spoke, but Jack could only hear LLucifer's worried voice. Jack saw everyone's confused and maybe slightly angry looks waiting for him to explain. "I'm sorry – Jack said like he meant it – but that was the only way. I know he would never take it on his own."

SSam was confused and overwhelmed with the new power surging through him. He looked at Jack, his eyes wide, his breathing at an alarming pace and Jack felt compelled to stare at his shoes, but kept his eyes on his mentor, hoping to make him understand. "It has to be you. It can only be you." he said, his voice trying to sound firm. "You are the only one that can bring him back."

Cass sighed deeply knowing what Jack was attempting and still thought it to be impossible. "Jack, Gabriel is an archangel. Not an angel like me. It would take a lot more to bring him back." Cass spoke sadly and sincerely. "I know. With my grace, I was able to bring you back, because you are my father. I can't bring Gabriel back. But Sam can. With his grace and mine combined, he can. – then he turned to SSam, his look slightly apologetic – I want Gabriel back. But you... You need him back."

SSam closed his eyes, his brows weighing down. "You shouldn't have done... Jack, you don't know what the lack of grace might do to you." he spoke, his voice cracking. Jack smiled slightly "I have just a little of my grace within me, I can feel it. It will recharge over time. You needed it more." And SSam sighed. He appreciated the kid's effort just as much as he was worried about him, but it didn't matter. "I... I can't do this. I... I don't know how."

Jack's brows pulled closer, his face serious "Just close your eyes." and a sighed smile escaped SSam's lips. When have the roles turned? But he did as he was told and everyone remained silent, watching and waiting. Jack remained silent for a moment, thinking and then finally spoke "Remember him. Feel him, feel his grace, his essence." and SSam takes a deep breath. "Call out to him." and SSam focused, his hand unwillingly caressed over GGabriel's chest. SSam felt his own grace rising up, pushed by Jack's, but it was Jack's grace that finally resurfaced through SSam's eyes as he clinched his other hand into a fist and whispered "Dad..."

Everyone in the room felt something, but nobody knew what. It was like a small breeze came through and went away. When SSam opened his eyes, Jack's grace was all gone, his hand was lying still on his father's chest, but they were not moving. His eyes remained closed, his grace somewhere far, unreachable. He closed them again with deep sorrow "It didn't work. I... I can't do it."

"You can – Cass spoke with a smile on his face – and you did. It is up to Gabriel now."

GGabriel felt the hard cold floor he was lying on and as he got up, he felt a slight cramp in his jaw, probably from the position on the floor. There was nothing but cold darkness around him and he didn't know where he was. What was it that happened? He remembered that kid yelling at him to look out and then he remembered seeing Michael. He remembered a sharp pain in his chest, but what was it that happened?

His face turned to horror as the memories slowly returned, and all GGabriel could think about was his son. Was he alright? Was he safe? What about DDean? Did Michael get to them? He had to find his way back, to make sure his sons were ok. But find his way from where? Everywhere he looked there was nothing but darkness and he had to think. He was not in Heaven he was sure. Hell? No, there were no demons, no tormented souls. As a matter of fact, there was nothing.

Ok, so he was dead? And where do the archangels go when they die? Probably where the angels do too, the Empty. Duh. GGabriel tried hard to remember what Cass told him about this place. Shouldn't there be an entity here? "Hello? Anyone there?" he asked loudly and his voice echoed through the vast space.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" a creepy voice asked from behind him making him flinch. He turned around and raised his brows in confusion. "Cass?" and the entity rolled his eyes at him with a strange smile that just didn't go with any version of the angel. "No, I'm not that silly little angel – the Empty spoke, his words changing tones – and you still haven't answered me! WHY aren't YOU asleep?!"

"The floor was too stiff of a bed for me." GGabriel responded having no idea where the words came from. He didn't sound like himself. Well, actually he sounded like... "Pesky little CREATURES!" the Empty shouted out to him as it got into his face. "You WILL go to sleep, NOW!" And GGabriel smiled that old wicked smile he hasn't used in a very long time.

"And if I don't?" he smirked at the Empty knowing that if he was awake, the Empty didn't have power to put him back under. Not unless he went willingly. Which he won't. The Empty frowned at him, curving Cass's lips in a pissed off way. "You WILL!" "Nah, I don't think so." GGabriel retorted. The Empty quickly placed its hand on GGabriel's head and as it went through his memories, so did GGabriel. The Empty was looking for something, anything to use against him, but it didn't find what it was looking for.

GGabriel on the other hand did. He did find a piece of himself he had forgotten. He was too protective, he worried too much about everything, and somewhere along the way he forgot what was it like to have fun. What was it like when he was a trickster.

"If you don't sleep, I don't sleep... – Cass still looked pissed, but also jumpy – And I want to sleep. I NEEEEEED to sleeeeep." GGabriel glanced at the Empty with a spark in his eyes and said "Then let me sing you a lullaby... – and he started singing softly -

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down, into my core
Where I've become so numb, without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home

-and then GGabriel started shouting the verse, making the Empty flinch -

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become"*

Billie was pacing in front of her black desk, clearly pissed. A reaper called Jessica tried to calm her down. Jessica was assigned to the Winchesters, and over time, he really started to like them. Even though she shouldn't. "They did right some wrongs. They sent that archangel back to his world, and closed that rift for good."

Billie gave her a furious look, and Jessica immediately stopped talking and looked at the ground. Billie said nothing only continued to pace as the books on her shelves kept changing and changing. She has given up on trying to read them. What was the point if they are just going to be replaced again?

When a very bright light shone from above them, both Billie and Jessica looked up, slightly confused. But when Jessica brought her eyes down, back on her boss, she could see the true, primal rage in her eyes and she sighed, her eyes showing off fear. She knew there was no way she could save the boys now. Not after they have undone a death and spat Death right in the face.

*Evanescence – Bring me to life – for full experience I would suggest listening to the song, at least the first part.