This whole being a human thing, wasn't that bad. Yeah there were the bodily functions he had to deal with now and he was dependent on food and sleep and things like that.

But all in all...it wasn't that bad. He might not be able to snap his fingers and create whatever creeped into his mind anymore or even teleport or so much as make a lollipop appear from thin air.

But he was out of prison and in hindsight...he'd take anything else other than being in the clutches of that sorry excuse of a General.

For fucks sake, Gabriel had been a better commander of Heaven back in his time than Asmodeus is of hell at this time and that's not saying much.

But him being mostly human, it's not the worst thing to happen to him and quite frankly?

He'll take it.

As an archangel, it was...intense. Everything was amplified to such a point that it was meaningless and meant nothing. Anything that he ate or drank at the time was just because of how it physically felt. His senses were so overly stimulated that the end result was that he could really taste anything at all.

But now...it was different.

It was simultaneously overwhelmingly intense while at the same time being so...so…

No. It was just as intense. Just a different kind of intense.

And he liked it.

Everything...it all made sense now that there were human things behind it. He felt like he was seeing both the bigger and the smaller picture at the same time. It was so simple that it was complex and yet so complex that it went right back to simple.

Dishes got dirty, so he washed the dishes. He cut himself, he got a bandage and cleaned the cut. Cold? Put on a jacket. Hot? Take the jacket off.

Two plus two equals four always. There were no molecules in between to consider into the equation, nothing else for him to think about.

He helped out. He helped Dean with weapons and in the kitchen; not that he could really do anything but clean up and prepare but that was helping. He helped Johnny learn how to use his grace; as much as he could without his own grace but still theory turned into reality.

The only one he couldn't really seem to help was Sam.

And she was the one he wanted to help out the most.

Everything else was simple, everything else he could do. Everything else was just that two plus two equals four.

But Sam...Sam was the parts in between that he wanted to get to know again.

They talked together, or rather she talked and he wrote out whatever he wanted to say. She was patient with him and always calm, which in turn calmed him as well.

Sam had...Sam had always been...he didn't know how to name it. He had been intrigued by her the moment she stepped into that high school back when he had played as a trickster. And it hadn't been the fact that he knew what she truly was, Lucifer's future predestined vessel. Dean had been the same for Michael but he hadn't held a candle of interest compared to Sam.

And he'd admit it, he flirted with her when he posed as the janitor. If only to see her grin, cheeks reddening as she ducked her head. He remembered Dean rolling his eyes but ultimately, all his attention had been on Sam.

He didn't even have to use any tricks on her, no grace or Norse trick, or anything. She tentatively flirted back with him and he was sure that if his cover hadn't been blown so fast, they would've gone for drinks that same night.

After that...Sam had changed, and changed for the better. She was a lot more certain of herself, confident, had no problem looking him in the eyes, grabbing him and slamming him into a car, demanding that he break the curse of Tuesdays that he had put on her.

He wasn't going to lie, when she did that, he had been aroused. Sam was strong, confident, and most of all, alive and full of emotion.

Which then broke him when she pleaded, almost on her knees, with tears in her eyes as she begged him to give her brother back to him.

And to be honest, that was the first time he had felt bitter and hateful over what he had done. It was a tough pill to swallow, and he tried to bury it down deep, but for a very long time after that, all he could see when he closed his eyes was Sam crying and begging him for her brother.

If Michael and Lucifer had been even a single bit like Dean and Sam are, a lot of crap would've been avoided.

His mind kept going to Sam, more so than even when he had been an archangel. As an archangel he tried to keep his mind on her only due to who she was meant to be. Tried not to think of her as anything other than Lucifer's future vessel.

But now? As a human?

It was hard not to think about her completely.

Gabriel breathed out slowly and slightly tilted the laptop screen enough to be able to see her in the reflection of the screen. He felt his stomach clench at the sight of her, she was showing something on her own laptop to Johnny who was staring in awe. Dean was standing behind them, arms around Sam and chin on her shoulder as he watched as well, saying something.

The only disappointing part of his sudden humanity was that he couldn't really understand what he was feeling, which emotion was currently coursing through him.

Not that he really felt anything as an archangel. His vessel would react and his grace would read it, figure out which hormones were being used and how the energy was being redistributed before he made the decision to act on it.

Angels were capable of feeling the emotions, they just had a few extra moments of decision making that humans didn't. Even then those emotions were muted, like something they read on a next few pages in a book they already knew how it would end.

But now he was human. Now he had all these emotions that he didn't have a filter to go through. Didn't have a single clue as to what they were or what they meant.

Rubbing at his eyes Gabriel leaned back, looking over what he had already written. A mess of history lessons, Enochian lessons, and anything else he could think of in between.

But no matter how much he tried to focus on whatever he was writing and making for Johnny, his thoughts couldn't help but go back to Sam.

He caught a glimpse of her on the computer screen once more, feeling his stomach and chest tighten. He heard her laugh and he felt his chest warm at the sound.

It was simultaneously a good feeling and a horrifying feeling.

It felt so very much human. And he liked it.

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