Request by AngelColdHeart: Ever since Sam and Dean were born, they have had angel mates Castiel and Gabriel they are designed to fall in love with, but Lucifer and Michael are obsessed with claiming them first.

Or how Gabriel screwed up the apocalypse.

Gabriel was the only one to ever be clued in on the original story. For some reason, Chuck really liked him and would often consult with him on some of the comedy aspects of the story. And he was always the messenger, so being clued in seemed like a necessity. But then dear old Daddy came up with the big one, a story so elaborate and filled with intricate plots (and loads of plot holes too), he asked for Gabriel's help once again.

Yes, Gabriel was aware of how God wrote his stories, how he used his own sons to his entertainment, but it wasn't as if they didn't have it coming, and besides, as long as he was off the hook, as long as he was allowed a choice, some freedom and loads of power, Gabriel didn't really care. The deal with him always was - "come and do your part, and then you're free to do whatever you want."

The same applied to the new story, or so it should have. If only Chuck hadn't screwed up.

Well okay, Gabriel didn't have to act upon it, but really, how could he not?

Yeah, we're getting a little ahead, we should go back to the beginning. Of this particular story, not the overall one, everyone knows that. Right?

So, the plan was this - through a painstaking process, Chuck creates two brothers, both very similar to Gabriel's own siblings. Then, he makes them Lucifer's and Michael's perfect vessels, their swords or whatnot. The two brothers battle (over what exactly, Gabriel didn't really know, Chuck was a little vague about that), and the brothers would have to watch as their hands took the life from the other. Simple, right?

Well, no. Not so much.

Many things had to be set in order before those particular brothers were even to be born. I mean, Lucifer just received a big time out, with dear old Dad locking him up in that cage, Michael had just taken the throne to Heaven, Raphael following his ever step like a loyal little puppy, there was the logistics to work out, a detailed plan how to get to the desired destination. Even so, Lucifer was easily manipulated and Michael was blindly obedient, so Gabriel had no worries that Chuck would make them dance to his tune.

But those brothers, now, that might be tricky. Of course, a specific set of circumstances would lead them down a certain path, but with free will at play (and Chuck was adamant about that aspect of the humans), loads of things could go wrong. Yet Gabriel knew God would keep a close eye and direct the two brothers in the right direction.

Now, the things Gabriel needed to do. Chuck asked for a few appearances in the story, for Gabriel to follow a specific script, and then disappear until next time. Aside from that, Chuck just needed a spec of his grace to integrate into the story and that was it. And that was it. Gabriel was free to roam the Earth, have fun, play his little tricks, have all the sex, booze and candy he could ever want, the world was his playground.

Gabriel provided God the spec of grace, they shook hands to strike a deal and Gabriel turned and walked away. He didn't really care how Father was going to orchestrate everything, he would just wait for the call, play out his part and slip quietly into the night.

Between him and all his siblings, Gabriel always considered he struck gold with his position, so he never complained, never countered, never rocked the boat. I mean, look at what it brought Lucifer. No, Gabriel had no desire to wind up caged (unless it was for a scene, and it included whips and whip cream).

Many centuries passed before Gabriel felt the story begin, it was like a small wave descended upon the earth. A few things changed, people became a lot more gullible, the NBC announced the final season of WillGrace, and Egypt held their very first presidential election. So it began…

It was almost two years later that Gabriel was called out to play his first part. And it was glorious, right up his alley. His Dad was brilliant, disguising him as a trickster and setting him loose on a town. He was to wait for the boys to arrive, play with them for a while, prank them and make Dad laugh. Then they would seemingly kill him, and… End scene.

The thing went perfectly. The boys strolled into town like they owned it, filled with false bravado, high and mighty and Gabriel had the pleasure to aic 'em against one another. It was hilarious.

But then it was time for him to actually get involved into the subplot. He was to play the janitor who found a victim and would play a witness and a person with information valuable to their case.

Dean was stuffing his face with something from a random bowl and Gabriel was delivering his speech to Sam, feeling really intrigued by the tall hunter. He had such warm eyes and dimples when he smiled, there was just something about him that struck Gabriel.

Interested in what his father cooked up, Gabriel took a moment when Sam was distracted by Dean's terrible table manners to take a peek into his soul. What he found there, shook his entire being to the core.

Yes, Gabriel knew Chcuk would infect him with demon blood and that Sam wouldn't be able to resist it, eventually succumbing to it's effects, Gabriel had seen it before. But Sam's soul was different, bright and playful and simply gorgeous. One little peek made the archangel's heart flutter and if he hadn't gotten a hang of it in time, butterflies would erupt in the room.

But this was not possible. Angels don't fall in love, they don't feel, not like the humans do, they weren't made like that.

Still, in that moment, Gabriel felt. He felt it all. Joy and sorrow, guilt and passion, hunger and devotion, excitement and devastation and an odd need to pee.

This was not possible.

This did not happen.

This simply could not be.

No, Gabriel was mistaken. He was wrong, it was just… a misunderstanding, a trick of the light, he didn't see what he thought he saw, no. No. No. He just had to check again.

Fuck!

There, right there, woven into the hunter's very soul was the spec of his grace, linking the two of them, marking Sam as his, for the rest of eternity.

Fuck!

The old Fart did that on purpose, God, damn it!!!

Next up: Gabriel struggles to find out what happened and what it all means.