http: for once in his life, was speechless. Almost robotically he shook the Archangel's hand, repressing a shudder as odd energy shot through him. Michael sighed and looked at Chas and Constantine.

"He didn't send you, did he?" Chas asked.

"No," came the flat reply from the Archangel, "I'm here on my own terms—as always."

"Why?" Chas asked.

"To bury my brother," Michael said simply, "I brought Raphael with me."

Raphael stepped forward through the door. Dressed in the same slashed white, his wings were pale gold that went with his white-blond hair and sky blue eyes.

"Chas," Raphael said nodding his greetings which Chas returned.

"Raphael is here with me, not with Him," Michael explained, "we need you to tell us where Gabriel is. Since he is no longer an Archangel we cannot sense him."

Michael and Raphael materialized out of the room and into the cell. Gabriel was sitting with his eyes closed, head leaning against the wall. The doctors had removed what little was left of his wings. He was dressed ironically in all white clothing.

Michael strode forward, grabbed the Fallen Angel by the throat and slammed him against the wall.

"What were you thinking!" the Archangel roared, his voice echoing off the walls, "I turn my back for one moment and you throw your lot in with Mammon!"

"Human's aren't the only one with free will Brother," Gabriel said, his voice eerily calm.

"We took an oath," Michael said, "does that mean nothing to you?"

"I took a different oath," Gabriel replied, "I swore loyalty to my Brother."

"You really are insane," Michael said, his eyes filled with sadness. He let Gabriel slide to the floor. Gabriel stood up and brushed himself off. He threw back his head and let out a peal of laughter that sounded like bells chiming.

"I am not the insane one," he cried, "what kind of life do you lead? Taking orders from Him? What has he ever done for you? You talk about taking an Oath, about loyalty? I talk about thinking for yourself. I might have been the first to rebel but how many do you think will follow me? God shut the door on me but He opened a window for everyone else!"

"Michael—" Raphael began, "Michael—"

Michael followed Raphael's gaze and felt slightly sick. Standing against the wall was what appeared to be a man in his late twenties. His skin was tan, his hair was dark and fell over slightly red eyes. Spanning from his back was a pair of black and red reptile like wings. He was dressed in black cloths that had been slashed to allow for them.

"Hello Brother," he said looking at Michael.

"Lucifer," Raphael sputtered, "what did you do to Gabriel?"

"I?" Lucifer laughed, "I did nothing," he put an arm around Gabriel, "he rebelled on his," he put his lips to Gabriel's ear, "own free will." He fixed Michael with his gaze, "you do know what that is, don't you?"

In a flash he was in front of Michael, looking into the Archangel's eyes.

"Oh my dear sweet Brother, I've won this one. Gabriel belongs to me now," Lucifer hissed, "I think he'll make a fine Devil, don't you? Someone who knows all of God's little secrets? All of yours?"

In an instant, Michael grabbed the front of Gabriel's shirt and lifted him high into the air. His wings stretched outwards and he began to pray in a language that no-one knew anymore. Light filled the room, forcing everyone to close their eyes against it. When it cleared Michael was standing in the center, arm raised.

Gabriel was gone, but so was Lucifer.

Michael sighed his eyes fixed on the roof, or something beyond it.

"He knows?" Raphael asked.

"He doesn't care," Michael said, his voice slightly bitter. Turning he vanished. Raphael looked up.

"He doesn't mean that," he explained to the roof, "he's just hurting right now, I'll talk to him."

Raphael vanished as well.

Back at Constantine's apartment, Angela sat up with a gasp and looked around. Sitting in one corner, sound asleep, was Chas with his snow white wings wrapped around him. Sitting in the other was a healthier looking Constantine.

The scene changed and Angela whimpered involuntarily.

The small sound woke Constantine who saw her sitting up in bed, curled up over her knees shaking. He walked over and knelt in front of her, putting his hands on either one of her shoulders.

"Angela," he said, making his voice less harsh in case she wasn't possessed, he got no response, "Angela, look at me."

Angela's head jerked up and she found herself staring into warm brown eyes. Angela tried to get her emotions under control but didn't succeed and before she could stop herself she had thrown her arms around Constantine and buried her face in his shoulder.

Constantine swallowed as the beautiful psychic threw her arms around him. Unsurely, he put his arms around her and hugged her back. For a moment, they just held each other, then Angela slowly pulled back.

"Hi," she said, "sorry about—" she motioned generally, "that."

Constantine nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment.

"And you completely showed no regard for—"

"Raphael! Shut up!"

"I'd be surprised if he didn't just give you to Lucifer for that!"

Michael and Raphael appeared in front of Constantine and Angela, in the middle of a very heated argument.

"Are you deaf?" Michael demanded, "did you not hear what Gabriel said?"

"I don't generally listen to the insane," Raphael spat.

"Gabriel was not insane and you know it," Michael snarled, "and if you were paying attention you would have heard him."

"And what did the not insane betraying former Archangel say!" Raphael roared, his voice echoing off the walls."

"Angels and demons are rebelling you fool! The Oaths are being broken left and right, they mean nothing now. There are no rules anymore," Michael said, his voice suddenly weary.

"What are you talking about?" Raphael demanded, "there are always rule! You're the leader of the Heavenly armies, you of all people should know that."

"Gabriel, Gabriel went to Lucifer on his own free will," Michael laughed bitterly, "all this time we've been trying to prevent Mammon from coming to earth because we thought he would bring Judgment Day. All this time, hundreds of years—wasted."

"Would you please tell me what's going on?" Raphael cried.

"Mammon won't bring about Judgment Day," Michael sighed, "we will."