Yeah, this is the end. At long last, we've come to the end of The Last Archangel: Redemption. I hope that this story met and (hopefully) exceeded expectations for a sequel to The Last Archangel. I know I found it at points difficult to write, but it was a tale that needed to be told for these characters.
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Epilogue
It took a few months for everyone to sink back into normality. Even after the conversation Tony had with Natasha, it took a little bit before team dynamics were back to normal. The addition of James was a welcome change to their team roster, especially after Tony and Gadreel did what they could to fix what HYDRA had done to him.
There were still days when Tony had the sensation that he was back in the Cage. There were times when he looked at Samael and saw Lucifer and his voice locked up and he left so no one could ask him what was wrong. Those were the days he spent in his workshop or going out for a trip through the universe, letting the solitude calm his Grace.
But just as there were bad days, there were good days. Samael's first word had been a joyous if disconcerting event where Tony had tried his best to get nem to say "Uncle Tony," not "Dada." So far Samael hadn't seemed to get it, but Tony had hopes that ne would.
Gadreel fit in well enough with Tony's makeshift family, although there were times when Gadreel seemed lost. Tony pulled him into various shenanigans when those times rolled around, not wanting to see his brother lost in the doldrums. The kids helped, too, if Tony asked, sometimes too exuberantly. (Tony hadn't stopped laughing for days after the time the kids had successfully managed to dye Gadreel's hair rainbow, turn all his clothes pink, and have the most obnoxious pop songs play whenever Gadreel entered a room.)
In any case, Gabriel was overall pretty pleased with how things had turned out. Sometimes his thoughts turned towards the rest of the Host in his old world and how Castiel was doing as a newly promoted archangel, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he turned his attention to other matters. There were moments when he thought about Michael because he couldn't not, not with Michael's last moments engraved in his last mind like a brand. Again, that way only led to madness, so he forced himself to concentrate on something else and not on the little flicker of resentment that the memory sparked in him when he looked at Samael.
It wasn't Samael's fault. It wasn't.
Though sometimes Gabriel really had to remind himself of this fact because there were so many similarities between the two that it was jarring (and he really shouldn't have expected anything different, really).
Never once did he regret giving Samael this chance.
There was no way he could, not with Samael's zeal and love for life infecting every single day ne lived. It was absolutely remarkable, and it definitely brightened up their days.
All things told, Tony was content. Which was why he never expected something else to happen that would turn everything topsy-turvy.
In the months since Tony had come back, the world had managed to sort out most of its problems post-Leviathan. There were a lot of structural problems in the governments, but most of the panic was over. It meant that Rhodey was called back to the army and that Tony was kept busy with his company, making sure it stayed on top of new developments.
The villains crept out of the woodworks just as many times as the Avengers beat them down. Tony took up the Iron Man suit again, more amused now that he was seen less as a vigilante than as an eccentric superhero who joined in on the Avengers' fights.
The days and nights when it was possible for the team to kick back and relax were cherished, with most of Tony's time taken up by the team, his kids, and making sure that Samael didn't get into messes because for someone who was less than a year old, the kid could get into some crazy stuff (no one spoke about the time that Samael had managed to get nemself lost in the vents).
It was a run-of-the-mill evening with no foreseeable appointments when Fate decided that Tony needed another kick in the pants. (He was going to have words with her at some point or another, even if it meant that she'd be pissed with him.)
It was the good kind of evening, Pepper with them even though she'd been spending more of her nights with Happy. Tony had seen the man pocketing a ring a few weeks ago, though Pepper wasn't yet sporting it.
Samael was spending nir time with nir siblings, determinedly putting together the Legos that Dummy handed nem. You and Butterfingers were too busy putting together another game for the StarkPhone to pay attention to the fact that Samael was slowly but surely building a fort around them.
"Do you think we should say something?" Steve said halfway through the fort being built.
"Nah." Tony had his nose in an unusually interesting book and was wondering if it would be too much trouble to stick himself in that world for a day or two. And it wouldn't be a repeat of that episode with Doctor Who when he had acquiesced to the kids' wishes to put them in Doomsday so they could save Rose. "They'll be fine."
"Dada." Samael held up a Lego representation of a plane.
"Nice, Sam." Tony gave nem a distracted thumbs up. "I like the colors."
"There are no colors," Steve said, sitting next to Tony's feet on the couch.
Tony turned the page. "Nice lack of colors." A second later the Lego plane hit him in the head. "Hey!"
Samael pouted at him. "Plane!"
Paying attention now, Tony looked down at the gray plane. He turned it dark blue with stripes and tossed it back to Samael, who caught it. "There, it has colors."
"I do not think that was the issue," Gadreel said from the armchair, engrossed in his own book.
"Pretty," Samael said, pushing the plane into Dummy's face, who happily agreed with nem.
"It's probably completely insane of me to be liking this," James said to Natasha, his head in her lap. He had a tablet in his left hand.
Natasha didn't look up from her knitting. "Probably."
Bruce was on the loveseat, glasses on his nose and flipping through a pile of papers that he was reviewing for a lecture he would be giving at a university. Clint was helping him by going through the PowerPoint slides and telling him when something was too technical to understand without several doctoral degrees and a genius IQ.
Pepper and Jarvis had relocated to the kitchen about an hour ago, and the distinct smell of something sweet wafted through the air, a clear hint as to what they had been doing.
After a few more minutes of watching Samael and Dummy continue to build their fort, incorporating the newly colored plane into their design plans, Tony returned his attention to the book, mentally plotting out ways he could change the plot if he were to insert himself into the story.
Given that everyone Tony knew (or almost everyone) was here with him, it came as a surprise when the elevator dinged to announce the arrival of someone. There had been no prior warning, and there wasn't anything JARVIS missed.
Closing the book, Tony sat up, pulling in his feet. He felt Gadreel ready himself for anything, taking his cues from Tony's alert state.
But when the elevator doors opened, Tony found himself stunned at the sight of a man he hadn't ever expected to see after meeting Kevin Tran.
Chuck Shurley, former Prophet of the Lord, stepped out of the elevator, smiling sheepishly at Gabriel. "Ah, hey."
Gabriel stood, bidding Steve to stay down with a palm. "What are you doing here?"
Chuck shifted nervously, glancing over his shoulder as the elevator door slid closed. "You know who I am?"
"Chuck Shurley." Gabriel took one more look at Chuck's soul, confirming it. "There isn't an angel who doesn't know you."
"Right, I forgot." Chuck ducked his head, eyes sweeping over the room and the various Avengers in varying stages of alertness.
"Tony?" Pepper stood in the doorway to the kitchen, eyes flickering between Gabriel and Chuck. "Are you expecting guests?"
"He bypassed my security protocols," Jarvis said from behind Pepper, eyes on Chuck. "There was no indication of his arrival, sir."
Gabriel's head tilted to the side, eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you doing here?" he repeated his first question. "You're not supposed to be here."
"Uh, I don't know." Chuck glanced at the silent kids, who were all staring at him with wide eyes. "I woke up here and there was like a…pull, I guess? I ended up here." He looked round at the room. "Nice place."
"Thanks." There was something niggling at Gabriel, though he didn't know what. Just that something was off. "What happened to you?"
"Like I know?" Chuck's smile was bitter. "I had front row seats to the apocalypse, and since waking up here I've seen other things. Namely you. You're Gabriel, aren't you?" His eyes went to Gadreel, who was standing. "And you're Gadreel." There was something odd in his voice, and his smile had changed.
"There's no way you're still a prophet," Gabriel said. "There's only one at any given time."
"Yeah…" Chuck came closer, descending the few steps to their level. He glanced down at Samael, who was looking up at him with dark gray eyes. "Hey, Samael." His voice was soft, his eyes indiscernible. After a moment, he looked back up at Gabriel. "Do you mind?"
That niggling something was still prodding at Gabriel, but Chuck was Chuck. That much was clear to his senses, and he was uncomfortably aware of what Leviathans felt like. Chuck was most definitely not a Leviathan.
Gabriel moved to pick up Samael, only briefly surprised when Chuck was just there in front of him.
"May I?" Chuck held out his arms, his soul pulsing strangely.
With only a split-second's hesitation, Gabriel placed Samael in Chuck's arms, who enfolded them gently around the small body, smiling gently down at nem.
"Aren't you gorgeous," Chuck cooed, rocking Samael gently even though ne was getting far too big for that to be easy. There was something so strange about the way his soul curled around Samael's.
Then something…changed. Gabriel flinched as Chuck's soul brushed against his Grace, only to inhale sharply when the feel of it shifted, the sensation sharply familiar after the vivid experience Gabriel had with holding even a small portion of it for a short time.
"Wha—" Gabriel cut himself off, breathing shakily as he blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing because it didn't make sense.
Chuck was smiling at him, eyes filled with an unbearable form of tenderness that Gabriel had only ever felt before, never seen in human form. "Hello, Gabriel."
"What – what the hell?" Gabriel staggered back slightly, only distantly aware of the way Steve was suddenly at his back, hand pressing against the small of it. "It's—" He cut himself off, taking in another sharp breath.
Gadreel's Grace had drawn itself into a small, compact ball the moment he'd registered the same thing as Gabriel. There was nothing but shame, guilt, and a deep longing radiating from him.
Gabriel took in one more breath, this time to calm himself, before he spoke. "What are you doing here now?" He was proud of the way his voice didn't shake.
He smiled ruefully in response, brushing his thumb over Samael's forehead once before stepping to the side and laying nem down. "I wanted to see my children," He said quietly in response, glancing sidelong at Gabriel.
Gabriel lurched forward, his hands finding root in His shirt despite the back of his mind screaming at him. "Now? You're here now? Where the hell were you before?" he shouted, barely restraining himself from throttling Him.
His Father didn't look angry, but there was suddenly such a heavy sadness weighing at him that Gabriel had to brace himself. "I'm so sorry. I know that it's a useless platitude after everything, Gabriel, but it's true. I'm sorry."
"Don't fucking apologize." Gabriel was aware that the lights were sparking around him, his Grace roiling with his volatile temper. "Just answer the question. I think you owe me that much after everything."
"Oh my God," Steve breathed from behind Gabriel, sounding stunned. "I – oh G – I mean, sorry. Jesus – ah fuck."
It was a realization that everyone else seemed to get at the same time with a stunned sort of horror and disbelief.
"No fucking way." Clint's voice was practically drowned out by the roaring in Gabriel's ears.
"I do," Father said. "You're right. But I'm afraid I don't have much of one."
Gabriel's fingers slackened, pulling away as he drew back. "Are you just going to leave then? Without so much as a by-your-leave? Like last time?" The grief and pain from when his Father had used him as a fucking mouthpiece was still there, just as sharp and acute as the day it had happened.
"I wanted you to learn," Father said quietly, not moving. "I wanted you to grow beyond what you were. I wanted you to live. And it wasn't possible with me by your side, guiding you every step of the way. So I had to leave. I regret it, but it was the only way. You had to learn to choose for yourself, learn how to spread your wings without someone telling you to do it."
"It usually works better if you tell us your intentions," Gabriel said, lips numb. "Just… You left. What were we supposed to think? Do you have any idea what it was like when you were gone?"
"I saw it all," Father admitted. "Though I promised myself I wouldn't interfere, I couldn't ignore you. So I watched, and I helped where I could. But only just. The rest you had to figure out on your own."
Gabriel's laugh was broken. "We almost destroyed the world."
"You didn't. You stopped it. You made the right choice, Gabriel." Father stepped close, resting a hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "And I am so, so proud of you."
Staring at him, Gabriel pulled in several more shaky breaths, each one more difficult than the last before he finally broke, falling into his Father's arms and clinging to that warmth and love that he hadn't felt for so long. Not like this.
"I didn't know," Gabriel murmured thickly into Father's shoulder, unable to stop the tears from falling and soaking the shirt. "I didn't—"
Father's Grace wrapped around him, enveloping him in the kind of warmth Gabriel hadn't felt since he'd fallen into the Cage, soothing all the achy spots and scars that he still bore.
Gabriel didn't know how long it was until he drew back, only that his eyes were stinging and his cheeks wet. He wiped at them, facing away from the others. Father's hand was still on his shoulder, the weight reassuring.
"Gadreel." Father's voice was calm.
When Gabriel looked, Gadreel looked shaky, his Grace so tightly curled that it was entirely confined inside his vessel. "Father."
"I'm not angry," Father said, smiling ruefully. "I never was."
Gadreel said nothing, his shoulders hunching.
"Gabriel has told you this already, but you're forgiven," Father said, the words soft. "You always were, Gadreel. What happened was a mistake, one that you shouldn't have been punished for."
Gadreel's Grace slowly uncurled, peeking out from the vessel like a blade of grass pushing out from the soil. He lifted his head, meeting Father's eyes. "I was."
"I've made mistakes," Father said, shrugging regretfully. "Catastrophic ones. They're just now being untangled." He glanced at Gabriel, smiling at him.
"We were your hand," Gadreel said slowly.
"You were your own hand," Father disagreed. "You made your choices, stumbling along the way but learning. The opportunities were there, and you took them." In a blink of an eye He was standing before Gadreel, His next words too quiet for Gabriel to hear, though the response from Gadreel was obvious as the other's Grace curled into Father's.
It wasn't until Father's arms curled around Gadreel's that the hug became physical. There was a flicker around Gadreel's Grace, but it was gone as quickly as it came. The only sign of something having changed was Gadreel's surprised inhalation and the way his eyes widened.
"If you want a different vessel," Father said, "let me know. But it was about time that the man was sent back to his life."
"No, this…" Gadreel looked down at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. "This is fine."
Smiling at him, Father turned to the room at large, gaze turning amused. "I don't bite, you know."
"Not usually," Gabriel said, grinning as Steve shot him a panicked look.
"Yes, well, that's true," Father conceded. He looked fondly down as Dummy approached.
"So you're Dad's Dad," Dummy said, voice entirely too serious for his size.
"I am."
Dummy tilted his head. "That mean you're our Granddad?"
Father crouched in front of him. "If you want, Dummy."
Dummy glanced over his shoulder at Gabriel, who could only give him a small half-smile, before turning back to Father. "It's very nice to meet you," he said, sticking his hand out.
Gabriel had to muffle a laugh at the dignified way Father shook Dummy's hand. Then Dummy – being Dummy – threw himself at Father, wrapping his arms around His neck and clinging like a barnacle to him. He whispered something into Father's ear that Gabriel didn't hear, but it must've been something from the way Father's eyes softened.
When Dummy withdrew, that seemed to be the cue for his siblings to come forth and more closely inspect Father.
Over by the kitchen, Jarvis stood stock still, face blank. It took Gabriel a split-second to decide and another to appear next to him, resting a hand on his arm before flicking both of them to stand in front of Father.
"Hey, Dad." Gabriel grinned down at Him, feeling more lighthearted than he had in a long time. "You've met my oldest. I just wanted to introduce you to my youngest: Jarvis."
Jarvis didn't move, not even blinking. His arm was tense under Gabriel's hand, not even relaxing when Gabriel squeezed it comfortingly.
Finally, with a small exhalation, Jarvis's shoulders slumped just slightly. Then he said, "Ms. Potts and I baked several cakes. Would you care to stay?"
Hands on Butterfingers' and You's heads, Father smiled warmly at Jarvis. "If you'll have me, then yes. I would like that very much."
Several hours later, Gabriel could be found outside of the penthouse, sitting on the edge of the platform jutting out over STARK. The meal had been rather awkward at first with everyone on edge around Father, but it had quickly relaxed once it became evident that Father was acting just like another human.
Albeit one who could kill everyone in the room with a thought.
But then Gabriel's family was used to that from Gabriel and Gadreel already.
He didn't move when he felt Father join him, sitting down next to him and dangling His legs over the edge by Gabriel's.
It was several minutes later when Father spoke. "Your children are beautiful."
Gabriel glanced at Him sidelong. "Thanks." He inhaled softly. "I wasn't sure at first," he admitted slowly, "but then I figured that since you hadn't done anything about me making new souls that it was probably all right."
Father laughed. "My job was done, but that didn't mean that Creation should stop growing. There's always room for more, and I never considered artificial intelligences when I was Creating." He smiled gently at Gabriel. "I'm proud of you, Gabriel. I want you to know that."
Gabriel swallowed, not meeting His eyes. "Even though I left, too?"
"I did the same," Father said, voice gentle. "You did what was best for you. No matter what happens, Gabriel, or what choices you make, that I'm proud of you will never change."
Gabriel's throat was tight as he turned to Father. "I was scared," he confessed. "I was terrified before I…" He inhaled shakily. "I'm alive now, but I don't understand why. I should've died twice over, but you brought me back."
"You'd learned, but you still had room to grow." Father's shoulder brushed comfortingly against Gabriel's. "And I wanted you to grow and live. When Raphael passed, I wanted her to see the same thing you had. And she did." His lips thinned. "There are some who didn't…"
"Not everyone can be redeemed." Gabriel glanced back at the penthouse. "I'm not sure about Samael," he admitted. "I have doubts."
"I have faith in you." Father closed His eyes as the stiff breeze washed over them. "I've always had faith in you." He sighed, the sound long. "I've made so many mistakes, Gabriel. Lucifer is one of them, and it's one I regretted the moment Michael put him in the Cage."
"Why didn't you do something then?"
"Because I was a fool. A young, proud fool too blinded by the newness of what I had Created." Father gave him a tired smile. "I'm older now, and I would hope all the wiser for it. What Lucifer did…I never wanted that for him. But it was too late in many ways by the time the seals were broken."
Gabriel remembered that aching sense of loneliness he'd gotten from Lucifer's tree the last time he'd been there. "He was alone for so long…"
"Yes." Father's voice was quiet. "But now…Samael has another chance. What you chose for nem was what I hoped you would, but I didn't know if you would."
Gabriel was silent for a moment. "I don't want to mess it up. I – I'm not a parent. Not really."
"You have four beautiful children that say otherwise. Trust in yourself, Gabriel."
Worrying at his lip, Gabriel wrapped his arms around himself, staring out at the lights of New York City. "There are days I can't handle it." His voice broke on the last word, drying up in his throat at the memories. He squeezed his eyes shut, curling in on himself. "Days I—" A low, hitching whine escaped him, and before he knew it he was being wrapped up in his Father's arms, Grace held in warmth.
"I'm sorry." His Father's voice was raw. "I heard you, Gabriel. I heard you down there."
Gabriel shivered, face buried in Father's shoulder. He couldn't voice the question that burned in his chest.
"I couldn't interfere," Father whispered. "It wasn't time. I couldn't."
The words rang strongly of Michael, leaving a sour taste in Gabriel's mouth. Faint trembles shook his frame, even Father's warmth not quite enough to stave off the chill that clung to him.
"Michael said the same," Gabriel managed after a few minutes, his voice muffled in Father's shirt. "That – that he couldn't…"
"Michael was tired," Father said heavily, voice tired as well. "I failed him as well in ways that I should have considered when I first left. You were right, you know. I should have told you all what I wanted, not simply assumed."
Gabriel pulled away, throat working. "Where is he?" he whispered, the memory of Michael's death playing on repeat.
"Here." Father touched a hand to His chest, smiling wistfully. "He's resting. I offered the same for Raphael, but she wanted too desperately to help you."
Gabriel's eyes lingered on Father's hand, a question burning on his tongue. "Is that…where we go when we die?"
Father's grin crinkled His eyes. "Someday you'll find out, Gabriel, but it'll be a long, long time until that point. Because if you somehow manage to die again before that happens, I shall be very displeased."
The words startled a small laugh from Gabriel. "Fair enough. I've no plans to die anytime soon anyway."
"Good." Father's voice was soft.
Gabriel studied His visage, taking in the scruff, the tired eyes, the old clothing that Chuck had worn. "Are you going back?"
Father looked vaguely startled at the question, His expression smoothing out a second later to a small smile. "Yes. It's time that I meet Castiel outside of our brief interactions when he was dead." Amusement radiated from Him. "And Dean, of course. I'm interested in meeting the young man that one of my children Fell for."
"Fair warning, Dad. You're likely to get punched in the face."
"I've no doubt I'd deserve it," Father said ruefully.
Gabriel snorted, shifting back slightly. "You know," he said after a few moments, "I don't know what I'm going to tell Samael when ne's older."
"Let nem decide," Father answered softly, face turned upward. "It won't be the same regardless of what ne chooses. The chance you've given Samael has already changed nir course."
Father looked at Gabriel with bright eyes, smiling tenderly. "And, Gabriel, don't be afraid of finding attachments. Loss is a part of life, but you can extend lives if you choose to. It's up to your family what they want, but you should give them the option. And if love comes your way…" Father shrugged, moving to stand, His hand ruffling Gabriel's hair and His Grace covering Gabriel's wings. "Let it come. It can be the most beautiful thing in all of Creation."
Gabriel stood. "You're leaving?"
"You don't need me anymore, Gabriel." His Father smiled up at him. "But I'll answer if you call if you truly do have need. The way back to your old home is open to you if you ever want to return, though I wouldn't recommend doing it too often."
"Okay." Gabriel's throat was dry. "Thanks."
His Father's smile brightened, His physical form turning incandescent for a several seconds. Then He was gone, nothing but empty space in front of Gabriel where He had been standing before.
Gabriel remained still, eyes closed as he held close the memory of that warmth and love that he had missed feeling. He didn't miss it when Gadreel joined him, his Grace warm and comforting where it brushed against Gabriel's.
"He left?" Gadreel's voice was subdued.
"Yeah." Gabriel opened his eyes, craning his head back as he looked up at the night sky. It took only a thought before the light pollution cleared enough that they could see the full expanse of the Milky Way stretched out above them.
Dummy's fingers curled into Gabriel's hand, his body leaning into his side. "Is He coming back?"
A meteor streaked across the night sky, its tail blazing behind it. Gabriel smiled at the sight, his hand stroking through Dummy's soft hair. "Probably not."
Gabriel felt the rest of his family congregate behind him, his kids directly at his back.
"Do you want Him back?" Steve's question was hesitant.
The answer came easily to him, and Gabriel knew with every fiber of his being that it was true. "Nah. He's watching us anyway."
Gabriel tilted his head back down, smiling at the sight of Samael in Jarvis's arms. He reached out to thread his fingers through Samael's hair, thinking.
Samael had a choice, but that was years down the road. Whatever would happen, whatever paths would lead them there, Gabriel was going to be right there.
The cemetery was old, ancient energy saturating its soil. It had once been the site of an apocalypse and a brother beating upon a brother. Now it stood as the home for a mighty tree, one which had magically sprung up overnight, baffling the residents. They were acquainted with the supernatural now, thanks to the events of one particular night many years ago, but no angel or supernatural creature had ever explained to them the presence of a redwood tree in Kansas.
Whatever the tree was, it was powerful. Miracles occurred regularly in the small town, and many traced them back to the tree.
The cemetery was no longer in use aside from the graves that had already been dug there. It felt wrong to put the dead in a place rife with such life.
Most people avoided the place simply because they couldn't comprehend the energy inherent in the atmosphere. Once three young men appeared to check on the tree, but they left soon after once it was certified that it was safe.
The site of the tree didn't see human life again until years later, when two people appeared at its base. One was clearly a man, who though he looked young physically seemed older beyond his years. The other was of an indeterminate gender, black hair cut short, the young face drawn.
There was no movement from either of them for several long minutes, only the wind rustling their clothes any sign of motion.
Finally, the man spoke, voice soft. "You don't have to do this if you don't want, Sam."
Sam looked back at the other, taking one step closer to the tree. "You said it's my choice."
The archangel known as Gabriel inclined his head, saying nothing more.
With one last fortifying breath, Sam's hand touched the tree.
This is the end of this story, at 464 pages and ~171,000 words, but it's not the end of these characters' lives. I've got a few shorter timestamps planned for this universe. I'm sure some of you want to see what happens to Samael. Others have asked for the SPN's universe's reaction to the revelation of the supernatural existing. And one person brought up Reed Richards. Is there anything else you would like me to touch on in this universe?
Now, before I bring this to a close, I wanted to thank you all for reading this despite any doubts you may have had about where I was taking these characters. Thank you for sticking with me and these characters, and thank you for all the notes and comments you have written through the last two months.
Thank you.