Mercy slowly ran her hand down the sleeping Gabe's face and traced each feature, she marvelled in the fact that he allowed himself to be so vulnerable with her. He really had the (pardon the pun) angelic innocence about him when he let down his guard.

She knew when they first got together just how important he was, but watching him die like that reinforced that fact with steel. She liked to think they complimented each other well with only a few real arguments dotted here and there and that they couldn't function as completely if they were separated than as they did when together.

It was a truly frightening thing, being unable to see yourself in the future without someone. It made you feel so vulnerable, yet at the same time so strong because it's something you hold onto with every ounce of strength you own and then some.

Yes, Mercy thought as she rested her fingers on the sleeping man's rough lips, she really was lucky that she had found Gabe.

"Y'know that's kinda cute but kinda creepy at the same time." Gabe whispered and kissed the fingers.

"I'm just thinking up all the best ways to keep you soft when I cook you." She joked as she cuddled closer to the man.

Gabe's chuckle vibrated through her and a small smile graced her face. It was moments like this that made her realise that maybe; just maybe, that entire hardship and heart ache was actually worth suffering through.

"You and I both know I'd be delicious." The laughter was still in his voice, "But you love me too much to cut me up."

"True, but you forgot the part where you're impervious to any weapon I could get my hands on."

Of course it had come as a surprise when he told her what he truly was. She had spent so long thinking that he was a pagan trickster god only to find out her lover was a mighty archangel, one of the mightiest creatures in creation.

Her depression came back in full swing because she assumed he would no longer want her sullying him. She was so sure she'd end up corrupting him that she had come close to leaving him in an attempt to save him from any more pain.

As always, he convinced her that if centuries of killing humans wasn't enough to damn him then something as pure and bright as her had no chance in even making the tips of his wings grey.

Although she was sad that, as a human, she didn't have the ability to perceive his wings, of which he had six apparently.

The joke about over compensating had been made.

"Well aren't I lucky?" Gabe responded.

He pulled her in closer as she slotted her head under his chin and took a deep breathe to take in his scent. Mentally she knew he had never really left and, there was no chance of him leaving again, but emotionally she was still grieving over the short term death of her rock.

She had to make sure he was real and not a figment of her mind. It had never happened before, however you could never be too careful; it was good to keep your mind sharp and aware of any disturbances in your head.

"We're adopting." It was all he said on the matter.

Mercy had been fully prepared to go through all the ups and downs of carrying a child, but the second she told him to forget the condom he shot her down.

Hence her total breakdown in the bathroom,

It had been barely five minutes after Gabe left to go to his "job" when she couldn't keep it together any longer. She had bolted under the sink, locking the door on her way in, and sat with her knees to her chest and her hands pulling at her hair.

Her breaths were coming in short, ragged pants and gasps and her body was violently shaking as tears fell down her face. Mercy didn't even feel the pain in her lungs or the dizziness in her head seeing that she was too far into her own head to notice the physical problems never mind understand what was happening.

She was trying with all her might to find what it was that made him so disgusted with having a child that shared their DNA. She wasn't ugly and her personality was obviously not it as he would have left her already if it was the case.

Maybe it was because he knew their kid would end up with a fucked up mind like hers? Or was it that he thought she couldn't handle a baby and wanted an older kid so that there was less of a chance that she would hurt them?

She managed so well with Sam and Dean though. They grew up handsome and with good morals.

There were too many reasons why and not enough to counteract them.

Mercy was really starting to hate her own mind with all the crap it was shoving in her face and all the unnecessary images it created. The worst part was that she really believed it; each and every self-depreciating thought had a reason to exist.

"Mercy?"

Her eyes shot up to connect with familiar dark orbs. Unfortunately they weren't familiar enough.

Mercy grabbed the gun filled with silver bullets that was hidden behind the toilet and pointed it straight at the head of the blurry figure stood before her. She didn't shoot; thank god she didn't shoot, thank god for the little voice forcing her finger to freeze before it could send a bullet flying through the barrel.

The calm voice continued and it confused Mercy. She couldn't hear what it was saying and couldn't understand why she had the intense urge to focus on it.

"-honey, it is okay. No one is going to hurt you, there's just you, me and little Bumblebee."

Jane? What was she doing there? Didn't she know it was dangerous? What if something happened to her? She wasn't just thinking about her own life now days.

Mercy's eyes widened in horror and she dropped the gun in her hands like it was molten lava. She stared at the offending article and backed herself up further into the wall trying to get as far away from it as possible.

A hand on her knee was enough to shock her out of the frantic state she pushed herself into and the soothing voice talked her through calming her breathing and allowing herself to come back into her right mind.

Once she was no longer struggling for breath, she took one broken look into the dark eyes of Jane and broke down into tears.

The older woman simply comforted her as she clung to her, sobbing.

There are something's that you really never expect to live long enough to witness. One such thing would be a crabby pregnant woman ripping a new one into an archangel disguised as a god.

It had taken a few tries and a lot of translating on Jane's part, but she finally managed to get the full story out of Mercy and she was not happy.

Not only was she absolutely livid with Gabe for what he said but she was also furious at the fact that he was unable to spot the signs that would have told him that his lover was falling to pieces from the inside out.

Gabe was switching between backing away from the pissed Henriksen with a scared expression, and staring at her red eyes and tear stained face with the look of total guilt and concern.

"What did you honestly think would happen when you told her that without any sort of explanation?! How would have you reacted?! You better make it up to her big time!" Jane turned away from Gabe to start towards the soft smiling Mercy but quickly turned back with an accusing finger. "Also, why the hell were you so late mister?! You better have a damn good excuse or I'm going to show you a whole new meaning to the saying 'go fuck yourself'!"

The holy being looked over the shorter woman and audibly gulped in fear. Mercy didn't blame him; Jane was a scary woman when she wanted to be. Scrap her husband, if the FBI hired Mrs Henriksen then all the criminals she went after would gladly hand themselves in, no questions asked.

"I-uh-I was-uh- I was dealing with some vandalising students?" Gabe nervously stated.

The woman gave Gabe a hard stare, "Are you asking me or telling me?"

"Telling you, I'm definitely telling you!" He exclaimed a few pitches higher than normal.

"Good. Now Mercy is going to stay over at mine tonight, so you better have something special prepared as an apology by tomorrow evening." Her glare told him that there were to be no arguments or he was going to regret it.

"Jane, you really don't need to do this! Honestly Gabe, it was just me overreacting, you don't have to do anything." The two looks she was given in return told her that they completely disagreed with her comments and were going through with the plan whether she gave her consent or not.

She gave a deep sigh. She hoped to god that Gabe wouldn't overdo it like he usually did.

Overdid he did.

After a nice day relaxing with the pregnant woman and a great couple of drinks with Victor she had gone into their apartment with trepidation.

Obviously Gabe had gone overboard with the traditional method of giving flowers by covering every inch of their home with some kind of flower and petals that she bet had some kind of deeper meaning.

Trust Gabe to go that one extra step.

"That's not all you know." Mercy whirled around to find Gabe leaning against the door frame. "I fucked up and I realise that I fucked up, so you better let me make it up to you."

Mercy smirked and gave a playful wink to the angel.

"Give me everything you've got."

Mercy had to admit, the trip to Disney Land was a great idea. A day of being giant kids was just what they needed.

"It's nothing to do with you." Gabe confessed as he kissed her forehead.

The two of them were sat on the sofa watching some kind of sappy Disney movie that was guaranteed to get Gabe shedding a tear over it. She apparently had a higher tolerance for the movies and only felt a bit sad during the depressing moments.

"Then why do you want to adopt?" She didn't turn to look at the angel. They needed a proper conversation without one or both of them falling into tears because of the other.

The male gave a deep sigh, "I'm the only archangel to desire a human, to desire anything in a sexual way really. So no human has ever become pregnant with an archangel's child, I don't know what it could do to you or the child."

"You idiot," Mercy slapped said idiot lightly on the chest, "You couldn't have just said that to begin with?"

"I was being an idiot and didn't think things through." He agreed. "So do you agree with the whole adoption thing?"

Mercy rolled her eyes, "Of course, but I have a few conditions that can be negotiated later. One, I get final choice on the kid because knowing you; you will try to adopt the most irritating one just because you'll think it's funny. Two, we will both have to agree on which kid we want. Three, I want a teenager to start with."

Mercy turned to keep an eye on Gabe's reaction. She didn't want him to agree out of guilt for the mistake the day before.

"Why a teen, wouldn't a young kid be easier?" Gabe questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Teens are less likely to be adopted and I want to help them. There was a very high chance of me being one of them before and I want to give someone a chance at a better life when they think there's not much of a chance left."

"You and your hero complex," He chuckled, "alright, we'll get a teen and maybe a younger kid afterwards?"

"We'll see."

She tried to ignore the niggling at the back of her head that told her that it was too late.