"Gabriel is alive?" the both of them exclaimed.

Johnny shifted from foot to foot as he stared at the both of them, unsure of what to make of their reactions.

"We saw him get ganked." Dean said in disbelief, shaking his head.

"We actually didn't." Sam slowly corrected him. "We saw a light that we thought was an angel being killed. We never saw a body or wings. He was a trickster so maybe...he could've faked it."

"And what? Now he's being kept...where?" Dean turned to look at Johnny at that. "Did you see where?"

"Somewhere that's...stony." Johnny told her. "I don't know, there wasn't that much to talk about."

"Alright, who was the other person that you saw?" Sam asked, going to her laptop on the table and opening it.

"I don't know. He was a man, wearing a white suit, and he had a scar over his eye." Johnny said slowly, remembering him. "And I don't like him."

Sam glanced up at that. "Besides the obvious, why?"

"I just don't." Johnny said, struggling to find the right words to use. It was a struggle and he hated it. "I could almost...feel something from him. Like...darkness. Something bad."

"He would have to be pretty big to hold Gabriel down like that." Dean said. Sam gently touched her own mouth, feeling a pity towards the archangel despite everything.

She had never been sure what to feel towards Gabriel. Yeah he had sacrificed himself, supposedly and apparently not, to help them get Lucifer but at the same time, when she remembered him, she remembered the Mystery Spot and all those Tuesdays that she had been stuck in watching her brother die.

But she had learned a while ago not to hold onto those grudges, to let go because in the end it meant nothing and nothing would get done.

Unless…

"Mom, who is Gabriel?" Johnny asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Gabriel, is an archangel. Technically speaking…" she glanced at Dean, fighting a smile. "Technically speaking, he's your uncle. An archangel uncle."

Dean met her eyes, his own widening. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked her.

She nodded, a grin slowly spreading along her face. "Oh yeah." she said, opening a tracking application on her laptop. "If we rescue him, then he can teach you John."

Johnny blinked at that. "Teach me...what? How to use my powers?"

"Exactly." Sam confirmed with a nod. "He's an archangel and he's just as powerful, years of experience and everything in between. Of all the angels still in existence, he's the only archangel left meaning he's the only one that can even come close to being able to understand you."

He owes her this much.

"Okay so, draw the rune that you saw him using." Sam said pushing a paper and pen at him which Johnny dutifully took and drew. She took the paper back from him and looked it over, a furrow appearing over her face as she went towards the stack of books she had brought from the library about angels. Peering through them she nodded, showing them the same rune on a page.

"Horn of Gabriel." she told them. "It creates resonance that only angels could hear, summons them to the caster's side with it."

Dean shook his head. "Nerd." he said fondly.

Sam just shot him an amused look of her own before turning back to the book, moving it so that Johnny and Dean could look at it as well.

"Says here that it needs griffin feathers and fairy bones." Dean read. "He has access to that in prison?"

"No, but I don't think he'd need them." Sam mused. "It's his horn, his speciality, so I think he could use it whenever he wants to. He just never wanted angels to find him before, and now…" she lowered the book slightly, shaking her head. "Now he's calling for help."

"And considering how little angels there are right now, specially on earth, makes sense that you'd be the only one to hear it." Dean said, nodding at Johnny.

Sam pushed the book at Dean, going back to her laptop, opening one of the tracking options. "Angel frequency is a lot higher than anything else, a lot higher than humans can understand or trace." she said, typing in a few key components. "But not radio frequency. And you said this happened at night so..." she worked diligently as Dean watched with a smile, a warm feeling in his chest. She glanced up at him, and asked, amused, "What?"

"Just good to see you getting back in the saddle." Dean told her. "Just good to see you working."

"Good to have something to focus on." Sam told him, smiling as she focused on her laptop once more.

She was quiet for a few minutes, typing away. Johnny walked around the table to look at what she was doing, not understand the numbers and graphs that she seemed to easily read. She looked at him, laughing softly when she saw the look on his face.

"I'll explain what all of this is later." she promised him as a map opened up, seeming to move on its own closer to the ground.

The map got closer and closer to a certain part of it, towns and cities names appearing and disappearing before it stopped on one location.

"Brings us to...Fall River, Massachusetts." Sam read from the small box that appeared, marking the location on the map. She straightened up and looked at Dean. "Sound familiar?"

"Crowley's old lair." Dean confirmed. "Which means, we're dealing with a demon."

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