A/N: So this chapter is a bit longer, so enjoy.
"Gabriel." She muttered, dreading the name of her brother on her lips.
Sam blinked in recognition. "The archangel owed Perseus some favours?" Sam asked, bits of disbelief coating his voice.
She rolled her eyes, sarcasm -a rare feature for angels, fallen or not- fluttered through for a moment. "Sam, he is archangel, and when they both still served Heaven, Gabriel was below Perseus. Is it really that weird to have your subordinate owe you a few favours?" The fallen angel asked. She took one look at their faces and shook her head. "Thought so." she muttered under her breath.
"So what? We just… pray or something?" Dean asked awkwardly.
She frowned distastefully. "A mortal could not get the attention of an archangel unless they saved one from the pits of hell, which we're about to do or if they seriously pissed one off." (She decided not to mention the whole 'destiny' bit) "But if I know the right things to say, I may be able to attract his attention." She told them.
She closed her eyes, the boys simply standing there awkwardly while she got Gabriel's attention. After a few minutes, the brothers were getting impatient and Dean was reaching for some alcohol, when there was a fluttering of wings. Movement brought everyone's attention to the corner, as their gazes snapped to the right. Immediately Dean and Sam pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the trickster.
Though they knew it wouldn't do much, it was something. Gabriel spoke first "Well, isn't this nice and nostalgic." Gabriel said with a clap of his hands.
"Loki, what are you doing here?" Sam asked, rage coating his voice, remembering the large amount of time he spent thinking his brother was dead for good, and just the sheer amount of times the trickster had killed Dean.
Anna raised an eyebrow curiously. "Well, I see you three have history." she observed, smirking slightly.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow "Now that is an understatement, my dear sister." He observed. Completely ignoring the Winchesters he turned towards Anna.
"Now, what was it about rescuing our dear big brother from Hell that you wished to talk about?" Gabriel asked, feigning being carefree, but was actually hiding a large amount of panic.
Anna straightened up. "He is in Greek hell without his grace. I need you to bust in and retrieve him." She explained.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "You mean before the seal is broken." He clarified, looking at her with an eyebrow raised, clearly not believing she had completely pure intentions.
The brothers looked at the exchange confused while Anna looked at the ground. "That is an added benefit." Anna admitted.
Gabriel smiled triumphantly. "That's what I thought. But, unfortunately, we're too late." he said, a fake pout on his face, though there was some real sadness.
Anna's eyes widened, and as she was about to speak Dean interrupted. "Tell us what the hell is going on!" he yelled at the two angels.
"One of the highest grace falling to the lowest disgrace." Anna answered cryptically.
"Is that-" Sam was interrupted.
"A seal? Yes, it is." Gabriel confirmed.
Dean looked at Anna, looking positively pissed. "So you're saying this had to do with a seal, and you decided not to tell us?" Dean snarled in anger.
Anna winced. "If you knew about it you may not be willing to help him!" she objected.
"And why's that exactly?" Sam stepped forward.
"Because, it was destined to be broken. Let me see. Highest grace. Archangel, one of God's favorite at that, check. Lowest disgrace, now what are all the many lowest disgraces." Gabriel drawled sarcastically.
Dean paled and Sam sucked in a breath. "So now we have a super demon on our ass. Great." Dean groaned.
"Not if we don't raise him from hell." Sam reminded him.
Anna intervened before anything could get out of hand, as she could see Dean's hand drifting towards his gun. "The most defining feature of Perseus was loyalty. Whoever raises him from Hell will have his undying support." She warned them, Gabriel nodding in agreement.
The brothers shared a look. "Fine, dammit." Dean growled. "But before I'm allowing you to bring the guy back, I need to know one thing" Dean told them.
Anna sighed. "Fine. What?" she snapped, beginning to get impatient.
"He didn't happen to have a nickname, did he?" he asked slowly.
Gabriel shot Sam a look like is your brother insane while Sam simply glared at said archangel.
Anna frowned. "Yes, he had us call him Percy in non-formal occasions." She answered Dean slowly, confused by the strange request.
Dean cursed under his breath. "I knew I recognized his name from somewhere." Dean said, putting his face in his palms.
Sam watched his brother cautiously. "Where would you know him from Dean?" Sam asked, genuinely curious.
He sighed. "Remember the Rougarou in upstate New York we went on awhile back?" Dean asked his brother.
Sam frowned for a moment before recognition crossed his face. "When you went missing for like six months? I thought there was another side hunt Dad had you go on." He recalled, while the two angels ignored them and both touched the sword, concentrating.
Dean pursed his lips. "Right that's what we told you." Dean said, his voice tight. "Well, I was actually in a boys, and he was one of the occupants." He deadpanned. Sam looked at him and shook his head.
"For a second there you actually had me Dean." He chuckled.
"Look at me Sammy, and tell me I'm lying to you." Dean said, his voice hard as Sam stared at him.
Sam's eyebrows rose. "Great, so the old man was keeping more secrets." Dean rolled his eyes, used to his brother's… distrust of their father, despite the guy being dead. "Whatever, let's just get to work." He said, changing the topic. Thirty minutes later, a devil's trap and holy fire (just in case) was around the motel bed, along with an ancient Greek spell provided by Bobby to trap a Greek god and render them powerless.
When they turned back to the angels, they were gone. No flap of wings, nothing. Soon after they finished, Gabriel came back with a limp figure being carried in his arms, conscious but in the worst shape he could imagine anyone living in.
Quickly, he handed him to Dean, who laid him down on the bed, igniting the holy fire soon after. Doing as Gabriel instructed, he poured a bucket of water on Percy. They all watched in fascination as his wounds slowly healed. The cuts all over his body slowly closed and faded into white scars. Burn marks slowly faded away, and broken bones mended themselves.