Although finally it was Sam that was the one that noticed that the man was standing in the corner. "What the HELL!" The man jumped. He muttered "shit" under his breath, and vanished in a flurry of wings. Dean jumped up when Sam shouted, "What is it? Who was it?" He'd heard the sound of wings too, so he knew that it was an Angel. Sam stared at the spot for a moment. "I think- well it certainly looked like- but it couldn't have been- but-"

"Who was it, Sam?" Dean had pulled the demon knife out of his pocket, just out of instinct, even though he knew that the knife would have no impact on an Angel if he were to stab one with it.

"I think... I think it was Gabriel." Sam said, not looking away from the corner that the man/Gabriel? had been standing. Sherlock stood up. "No. I thought that Castiel said that he died. Sam nodded, "Yeah... Elysian Hotel. He was stabbed by Lucifer. We went back later on, and we saw him. He was definitely dead. We burned his body." Molly seemed to be very confused about all of this, while John seemed to be less confused, but more exasperated. He muttered under his breath. "Jesus. Sherlock's a bloody Angel named 'Amoriel'. Mycroft's an Angel. Molly's a hunter. People coming back from the dead again. Can't I just have just one bloody normal day?" Molly looked at him, and patted his shoulder. That's what she felt like when her brother had been killed by the ghost. That's what it felt like when she became a hunter. The only thing that had been keeping her going really, had been knowing that she was saving people, so that they didn't have to go through losing a brother, or sister, or parent. She didn't want anyone to have to go through the heartbreaking terror, and grief that she'd gone through when she was just twenty-one years old. She tried especially hard when there were children involved. Her brother had only seventeen.

Despite all of Sam's assurances that they definitely saw that Gabriel was dead, there was a glimmer of hope in Sherlock's eyes. Of all of his older, Archangel brothers, Gabriel had been, by far, his favorite. Michael and Lucifer had always been squabbling, and Raphael had the air of 'I'm too good for all of the younger Angels' about him constantly. Gabriel definitely a strange Angel, not the smartest either. Anabiel was always following him around, and shaking her head. But he was genuinely nice to the younger Angels. Always breaking up fights between Balthazar and Uriel. They had hated each other, and Gabriel was always the one to intervene and keep them from nearly killing each other. Gabriel had been the one to teach him and Tayeal how to fly. Amoriel had made sure that Gabriel wasn't planning to strap him to a catapult like he'd done with Castiel. Gabriel was a good friend, and a good brother. He'd been in the heart of the Adler case when he'd thought that Gabriel had died. John had assumed that he was grieving the death of Irene Adler, but really it had been the death of the Archangel Gabriel that caused him to grieve. He just never corrected John. Now there was the chance that Gabriel could be alive. And had been standing in his living room. Sherlock cursed himself for not noticing the Angelic presence in the corner of the room, that now, if the thought about it, he could defiantly sense the traces of the Grace that Gabriel had left behind. It still wasn't enough to tell if it was Gabriel or not. It was definitely a strong Grace, whosever it was.

"Well?" Dean's voice brought him out of his thoughts, "Was it him?"

"It was definitely an Angel." Sherlock walked to the corner, but it still wasn't helping any,

Dean rolled his eye, "No shit, Sher- No shit." Dean re-chose his choice of words midsentence, causing Sam to smirk, and Molly to giggle slightly. Well that's not something you hear a sober hunter doing much, Dean vaguely thought, I don't know many hunters that would giggle. I mean, Garth might. But... Dean shook off the pointless thought, and returned his thoughts to Mystery Angel/Maybe Gabriel. He looked at Sherlock pointedly, silently asking if he could discern who had been standing in the corner. Sherlock shook his head. Sam calmed down slightly, but his eyes still lingered suspiciously on the spot that he'd last seen what had possibly been the The Trickster. Loki. The Archangel Gabriel. Their friend Gabriel.


A/N: To answer the guest review 'so if Dean was Castiel's charge does that mean that John was Sherlock's?' Well Brittany (I'm going to assume that your name starts with a capital letter, and not brittany as you said) I love the question, extra cookies to you. I really don't know. That's the most honest answer that I can give you right now. If you have an idea with it, please tell me. I'm just going where my writing leads me. Hence the short chapter today. And Gabriel. Because I couldn't resist. I mean, come on guys, it's GABRIEL! I love Gabriel. You love Gabriel (and if you don't, what's wrong with you?). We (hopefully) all love Gabriel. So there. Problem solved. PLEASE like and comment. Thanks!