Sam watched Gabriel breathe out slowly, rubbing at his wrist as he read what he had written. Due to his lack of a voice meant that the only real way he could communicate with them was writing things down.
He knew how to read and write. He just never had to do it before. If he needed a message he used his grace to create it or telepathically insert it into someone's head.
So, for the time being, he was doing it the old fashioned way of writing with pen and paper. The third time after ten minutes of writing that he had to stop and work his cramps away she offered him a spare laptop to use instead which he gratefully took.
According to him, before learning about how to use the grace, the history of it had to be understood. The beginning of things, the elements and creation itself.
As much as Johnny, and Sam and Dean, wanted to avoid it, he was the child of Lucifer, his heir. And as a result, he took those same characteristics of grace. Changed and turned, true, but always coming from that singular area.
When that seemed to trouble Johnny he was quickly assured that the grace was in fact angelic and up to him to use, he couldn't escape where it came from, he could only control what he did with it.
Lucifer, back when he had been an angel, had been created second from the first star, crafted from its dying core as god breathed life into him. The amount of time the whole process took wasn't even able to be calculated on a humans scale, created between the moments of a millisecond.
Sam did and didn't read what he wrote, two parts of her warring against one another in a desire to learn more about creation yet at the same time, seeing just how much a hand Lucifer had in it.
Gabriel had seen her face and quickly typed that it was hard for him too, he just considered the Lucifer of the past a completely different person than the Lucifer of the present. It was easier that way because he still remembered Lucifer being a good older brother for him and other angels before god created the humans.
That helped enough that she could stomach at least to read what else he wrote.
Lucifer was the antithesis to Michael, he was creation in destruction. Once god and the Darkness had fought and she had been locked away, Lucifer had been the main one to help god bring the ruins of the universe back together with the other three helping.
"So does that mean that I can create life?" Johnny asked, having been reading the laptop screen over Gabriels shoulder.
"No." Gabriel typed. "Lucifer wasn't able to do that, he just put things together and god gave them life. We worked together to create a lot of animals until god created humans."
"I can't tell you how to really deal with your powers, they're not my domain." Gabriel typed out for them. "I was the messenger of Heaven, my whole shtick was to," he made a face at that, fingers stopping as he stared at the words on the screen. "It's hard to explain but I was in charge of...spreading? Expanding?"
He made another face, tapping his fingers against the desk. "I can't really explain it, there's no real words outside of Enochian for this." he typed out. "Even the word 'Messenger' isn't right, it's the humans that came up with it."
"It's alright, just try your best." Sam told him at the same time Johnny asked, "Can I learn Enochian?"
"One thing at a time kid." Gabriel typed to him. "Your power came from Lucifer and his domain was the creation in destruction, something that I had no ability in and something that I had no idea how to do."
"But he did try to teach me so I'll tell you what he taught me years ago."
"First things first, you're a fire and you can't ignore that. It's a fire that doesn't go out and if you don't control it, it'll come out of you and take control easily. You need to use your powers, even if it's for something simple like cleaning the dishes, you need to use them."
"Like what happened before." Dean pointed out, listening to Sam read the notes out to them. "With the pencil."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, we let one small part out and it all rushed forward." she murmured, looking at Johnny who looked a bit green. She reached out to take his hand in hers, squeezing it comfortingly.
"Question, do you feel your wings?" Gabriel typed out, glancing at Johnny when Sam read it out loud.
Johnny's brow furrowed and he looked behind himself. Sam did the same, looking at his back and reaching out to stroke at it, not feeling anything.
"...no?" he said slowly, uncertain as he looked back at him.
"They're there, you're going to need to learn how to feel them." Gabriel typed out. "Your wings are the most important part of you, they're tied directly into your grace. The stronger your wings, the stronger your grace and vice versa."
"But...what do the wings even do?" Johnny asked, tilting his head to the side. "Fly?"
"Kinda. Yeah you fly but it's not like...a bird. You're not flapping your wings to just go through the air, which you actually can and I recommend." Gabriel typed furiously. "But the wings protect you, eventually be used as a weapon, and it's what brings you to places like...teleportation I guess? It's faster than light, especially for you, so you'll get to wherever you want easily."
Johnny glanced at his back once more. "And how do I open to another universe?"
"That part I have no clue." Gabriel typed. "I've only heard of being able to crack open a hole to another universe when all of heaven, and I mean all of heaven, works together to do it. If that's something you can do, you're going to have to figure it out yourself."
"We'll figure it out." Sam told him. "Alright then Gabriel, where do we start in learning how to use his powers?"
Gabriel glanced at her and then typed out, "First things first, he needs to be able to use his wings."
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