AN- Guys, I'm back. Wow. I never expected this story to be so popular. This makes me so happy. Thank you so much you guys!

I apologize for the tears I caused with the last chapter, and for the epilogue. I'm so sorry. I read the reviews and I feel evil for making all of you guys sob for hours on end. I got a little teary eyed writing this, so yeah. Sorry.

Thanks to Dani, who left this idea in the reviews and it was so good that I decided to write an epilogue for it. Thank you!

Roughly five minutes away from Elysian Fields Hotel.

Sam glanced at Dean, he was glaring at the road as he drove, breathing heavily.

"That bitch just left, no thank you, no nothing. Just, poof!"

Sam sighed, for some reason, it felt like he should be going back, helping Gabriel. He was fighting the devil for them, after all. Sam just couldn't get the image of that melancholy look that the trickster had on his face, just before he told them to run. Sighing again, Sam made up his mind.

"Dean, turn around."

Dean looked at him in total disbelief.

"Why? To help Gabriel? He's a dick. He deserves it."

Sam turned and looked dean in the eyes.

"Dean. Turn around."

Something in Sam's eyes made Dean sigh, turning the impala around.

Gabriel looked at Lucifer, his brother, his older brother that he had looked up to for centuries.

"Lucifer... you are my brother, and I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks."

Lucifer stared at him, obviously not used to his attitude. Of coarse, Lucifer still remembered the fledgling that followed him around and hung on to his every word.

"What did you say to me?"

Gabriel smirked,

"Look at yourself... Boo hoo, Daddy was mean to me, so I'm gonna smash up all his toys."

"Watch your tone." Lucifer snapped.

Gabriel mentally prepared himself while his copy talked. This is for Sam. He reminded himself.

"Play the victim all you want, but you and me, we know the truth. Dad loved you best, more than Michael, more than me. Then he brought the new baby home and you couldn't handle it. So all of this is just a great big temper tantrum. Time to grow up."

Gabriel raised his blade. He knew he couldn't do it, he couldn't kill his brother. He had given Sam and Dean time to run, to get away. Gabriel knew, one of them wouldn't be leaving this room. And it was going to be him.

He had to laugh at the irony of it all. Dying for someone that didn't even remember why he cared. But Gabriel remembered. Time travel was funny that way, if you were the one that messed with that timeline, you would be aware of what happened. So here he was, sacrificing himself for the only family he actually cared about, who also happened to be the only family member that wouldn't know he cared.

Gabriel saw Lucifer turn, and felt the blade get shoved into his chest.

"Amateur hocus pocus. Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother" Lucifer said, his eyes level with Gabriel's.

Gabriel expected everything to fade out. He did not expect the crash of a door being flung open, and an outraged cry of "NO!"

The blade was carelessly removed from his chest, and Lucifer disappeared.

Sam raced forward, catching Gabriel as he slid to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lucifer disappear. But that didn't matter. Gabriel had just sacrificed himself for them, he ha been stabbed mercilessly by his brother.

"Stay with me, don't close your eyes." Sam whispered.

Gabriel smiled, looking up at him.

"Love you, kiddo."

Sam looked rather taken aback, "wait, what?"

Gabriel smiled at that, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Not like that." He said, still smiling.

Sam frowned at him, honestly confused. Gabriel lifted one hand, and Sam, seeming to get what he was trying to do, grabbed his wrist and held Gabriel's hand to his face. He touched two fingers to Sam's forehead, letting 14 years of memories flow into the younger Winchester.

Smiling softly, he looked up at Sam, "there you go kiddo. Stay safe, for me."

Gabriel slowly closed his eyes, the ghost of a smile still etched on his face.

Sam barely noticed the light that glowed from Gabriel, barely noticed the wings burned into the floor. He barely noticed as Dean gently lead him from the room, into the impala.

He stayed in a sort of trance until the next morning. When he woke up, he lay in the darkness, listening to Dean's breathing. Grieving for, not only Gabriel, but for the life he had lived before, and all that Gabriel had sacrificed for him.

The End.

AN- god. That... That was beyond words. That took a little while to write, between my occasional breaks to try (and fail) to cheer myself up, and my sister Alice randomly deciding to play the Frozen soundtrack while I was writing Gabriel's death.

Another huge shout out to Dani for this idea.

Thank you for reading.

-Emma.