AN: I'm back ya'll! I got some direction for this piece here! I try and write chapters ahead of time to keep up, so I'm sorry for the slow posting frames!

Cutecookielove: I always imagined him having a daughter too! I usually do boys cause I don't wanna make the girls too girly, you know? But him having a daughter is a fun spin to try! They're going to bond so much, they both have so much to learn about each other, what its like having a daughter and a father.

Guest: I KNOWWWW!

Robin0203: Hahaha I know that feeling on a personal level, dood! I'm either working, doing projects for people, or writing, and sometimes in that particular order too!

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As they made their way to the warehouse that she was meant to meet up with the others at, her thoughts ventured back to her father, it was still a new topic to be investigated. She didn't know what it was like to have a parent that she wouldn't outlive, that she wouldn't have to watch grow old and die while she herself stayed in the same state of progression. She loved her mom, and missed her dearly, but having a dad that could live with her forever, for however long she lived, was something she would hold onto dearly.

It meant she wasn't alone anymore.

She had somewhere she belonged, there was an uncle at her left shoulder waiting and watched for any threat to come their way, she had another, one she wasn't so fond of, hanging over the other shoulder. She despised him, and his humans, and everything they stood for. If any outsiders decided to come after those three, she may just look the other way for a bit before intervening, they thought they were the worst things out there and needed to be knocked down a few pegs and she knew that the enemy they shared would do so.

Iaso came to a sudden stop, her uncle on the left stopping in time with her, she could hear the grip on his blade tightening as he prepared himself for battle, and the ones on her right stumbled rather noisily, in her opinion. But then her hearing was better then the average humans, courtesy of the archangel blood running through her veins.

"What do you hear?" her uncles voice was right up against her ear, she could feel every breath he took, having stepped up to ghost her side, and she shook her head, pointing towards a shadowed corner of the far door.

"Hey, abomination!"

She could feel the surprise coming from her archangelic uncle at her call, and the tension return as another stepped out from the shadows she had pointed at, another girl, shorter then the Messenger, dark pixie hair with deep purple tips. Her eyes were sharp though, not from attitude, but from the way they shined against their dim surroundings. There was a similar rucksack hanging from her shoulders, and a beanie completed the who look she was going for, with the ankle cut skinny jeans, high top sneakers, and layered shirts.

"Who are you calling an abomination, abomination?"

Iaso laughed and ran forward, leaving her entourage behind her, and they met in the middle in a hug. A hug as those who were friends for nearly as long as one could remember hugged. They laughed and gushed at each other, holding their arms in a vice grip as words sped from their lips.

She nearly forgot about the others standing there, catching up with her longest friend, until her uncle cleared his throat and she looked over her shoulder. He raised his eye brows and spread his arms as if to say 'What gives? Who this?' and Iaso laughed.

Her laugh was so much like her fathers was, a rumbling thunder over a clear plain, just before the storm hit. It was soft and deep, from the belly, and her curls shook with it by pure force.

"Sorry!" the Healer's daughter tugged her friend with her as she came to stand at his side again, he looked between the two of them curiously, her friend was on edge at a moments pass. She knew he was an angel, and a high ranking one with the number of wings he had, all Nephilim could see in that plain they were kept in, and one day where they themselves would keep them if they lived long enough to grow them in.

"Uncle, this is Ava." The dark toned teenager waved at her friend, whose eyes had gone wide at the monikor and turned to stare at her friend in disbelief, "Uncle?"

Iaso hopped a bit, so much unlike the put together young lady at the bunker, this was the first time Gabriel saw her act like the teenager that she was, and he hoped it wouldn't be the last time, and that his brother would get to see it too one day.

"Ava, this is my uncle, Gabriel."

"Gabriel!"

"That's me toots, pleasure to meetcha!"

Ava ignored him though, staring at her friend in surprise, "You uncle is an archangel!" Iaso nodded, smiling at her amused uncle and then back to her friend, "I met my dad."

"You met your dad!"

"I met my dad!"

Ava was no idiot, she pieced it together immediately, all Nephilim knew of the celestial family. It was taught to them by the elders of their clans from their very first meeting, they grew under their tutelage, or until the few were lucky enough to be taken under wing of their angelic parent, but that was extremely rare.

"If your uncle is an…That means.."

"My dad's Raphael!"

"Your dads an archangel!"

"I know!"

Gabriel couldn't help it, he laughed, laughed at the pair of them. They stopped gushing to look over at him at the sound of his laughter, and it only made him laugh harder, Iaso crossed her arms and her friend planted her hands on her waist.

It didn't help his laughter.

He did stop laughing when a piece of static from his shirt zapped him on the hand, though, and he looked up to curse his older brother.

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They walked together from then on, the newest member of their group grilling the archangel with questions, and in return he grilled with his own. He learned a number of things about her; her dad had been a Choir Angel under his older brother, she'd been on her own since she was three, she'd met her dad only once, she'd met his niece when they were both eight years old, or the equivalent in human years and they'd been friends ever since.

She learned that he himself had never fathered any kids, despite his extracurricular activities, but some of his Principalities did, and he knew from the way they shined a golden hue when he ran across one. He tried to bless everyone he ran into, as far in between as it was, but never thought it his place to step in and greet them, despite his wanting to.

Iaso stopped them again, sword held in a tight fist, holding her hand up for them. There was something just ahead, and they fell into ranks; Gabriel at her right, Ava her left, and the others to bring up the rear.

Three beings came walking around the corner, dressed in black and laughing at a joke that they were clearly not privy to, their own weapons stained red with dripping blood. Whether it be human or Nephilim, the Messenger wasn't sure, but he tensed in time with the two beside him.

"Hey!" Iaso lowered herself into a fighting stance he had seen his brothers Powers take to using "Abomination!"

He was quick in realizing that there was two connotations to that word, one was a meaning of playful greeting among friends, and the other was meant as an insult to the highest degree, it just mattered in which tone of voice it was spoken with. Clearly, this time, it was meant to be taken as an insult. Three heads snapped up to meet them, snarls overtaking their features, and the Nephilim rushed each other.

Gabriel stood back and watched for a moment, despite what his brother may say later, to watch the pair of them fight their enemy. Iaso was indeed skilled with her sword, swinging and hacking and jabbing with the ease of someone who had practiced their craft for a long long time. Her friend, Ava, stayed behind, producing a bow and arrows from somewhere, they hold on their grace and the other dimension was rather impressive, and was shooting with alarming accuracy.

But his niece was still suffering a concussion from the blow from the seraph's own blade and was on her back in short time, another nasty blow to the head dazing her, and he saw her eyes go cloudy from a further set concussion. It was in that moment that he chose to make his official entrance, merely appearing before his downed niece, three sets of golden wings flared brilliantly behind him, eyes glowing bright with his grace as he pulled on it like a child does a putty they'd play with.

They scrambled back at the sight of him, he resisted the urge to shiver when he felt delicately small fingers curl into the feathers of his lowest wing, "You dare harm what's mine?" they know an archangel when they see one and they make quick in backing away from him, eyeing the situation in growing horror, "Well, aren't you two lucky that I'm just the uncle and not the father." He lets them run off, let them return to their base, wherever that may be, to report back that this side had archangels on their role call now.

Once they were out of sight, he turns to his niece, frowned as he kneels, she's blinking as though trying to clear her head, "Let's head back, we can call your dad, he'll make sure its nothing too bad."

She nods, faintly, going a bit pale in the face, "That sounds like a good plan."

"I'm not leaving her."

He stands, helping his niece to her feet, and hip checks her friend playfully, "You can come to, Robin Hood."

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AN: We're meeting all sorts of Nephilim here guys! The Winchesters and castiel will make appearances in passing and by mention only, this is a story focusing on the angel fam, specifically the archangel fam, and those they adopt into their fold! How's Raph gonna be as a parent though? And how will Mike and Luce react to meeting their niece?