A/N: Hey guys I'm back again! So I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It might be a while before i can update, i have a ton of stuff going on this week and then next week is Gishwhes! So yep, i may not have much time ;) SO again i hope you all enjoy, thank you everyone who is reading and your comments are amazing thanks!

~Lovelife xx

Summary: Set after 5x19. I don't know what to say other than GABRIEL. Implied Sabriel. Mostly his version of events and some stuff after that :) Yeah that was terrible sorry, guess you'll have to read to find out. xx

His true Destiny

Sweets.

Gabriel always ate sweets, if he was human he would have died of sugar overload, but being the Archangel that he was, well the sugar had no affect on him. Since he had skipped out of Heaven and got a face transplant he never really communicated with anyone. He pissed people of, gave them what they deserved, Just desserts. He killed some people, made some people dance with Aliens, he was a trickster, a pagan God and an Archangel. No longer in contact with his family and had no friends on Earth. He enjoyed creating havoc and interfering with people's lives, inflicting Karma in his own way. But the truth of it all he way lonely.

Then, the Winchesters came investigating his little town, and yeah he played with them, messed them around. He pitted them against each other, had them fighting. Mocking each other, and then they had found out it was him, he lured them. Taunted Dean, offered him a peace offering, which was genuine, he really did like those boys and even though he had them fighting with sexy women and crazy chainsaw guys, he wouldn't have let them die. He couldn't have, especially Sam. Sam couldn't die. Then they left him, thinking he was dead.

The next time he heard from them was when they were checking out that little shack that was called amusement, Mystery spot. Furniture nailed to the ceiling, that's all it was. So sure he was messing with them, but most of all he wanted to show Sam that he would soon have to live without his brother. They were acting as Dean wasn't going to die soon, as if Hell hounds weren't going to shred him up and drag his ass into Hell. He had watched that film in 1993, Groundhog Day, he had been waiting a while to use that concept and the brothers had been perfect candidates. So Dean was killed, again and again and again. Tuesday never ended, well that was until Sam had figured it out and he had been confronted. And yeah he would gladly admit that having Sam push him up against a fence and be all demanding, turned him on. Who wouldn't be turned on by that?

Now TV land, that was funny. It was a weird obsession of his, it truly was. He was addicted to messing with these two, it was fun. Dr sexy, the nutcracker. The genital herpes commercial. He just loved to mess with them, but he wanted it to end. The conflict and wars, the reason he left Heaven in the first place, and it had been happening all over again. His older brothers fighting to the death, set on killing each other. He didn't want either of them to die, but he just wanted it to be over. He wanted them to sort their differences out, and just get it over with while he watched by the side. But of course Dean Winchester happened, and he managed to put an Archangel in his place. He was afraid to stand up to his family, sure he was one of the four Archangels, the most powerful angels, but still he was the youngest of the four. Michael being his eldest brother and Lucifer being the second. Raphael was also older than him, but Raphael was a dick, so he didn't really count. Other than the dick, he had been close to his older brothers, he loved them, they were his heroes. He wanted to be like them. Strong and wise like Michael. Bright and unreserved like Lucifer. He wanted them to be proud of him, he looked up to them because they were his big brothers and he loved them. They were killing each other, and he couldn't watch as his idols tore themselves and each other apart. So he had to do something, he couldn't just sit by the side lines any more, watching them destroy everything. He had to take action and fight against his older brothers.

The Elysian Fields Hotel. Kali, the gods, the Winchesters and Lucifer. At that moment in time, everything he cared for was represented in that room. Kali, whether she believed it or not, it meant something to him. The Gods that he had called friends, as Loki. The Winchesters who he had grown to care for, as friends and as humans. They represented Humanity, people. Also Sam, he had special care for Sam. And Lucifer, his brother. His hero. He didn't want to fight with his brother, hence the waiting in the Impala for Dean so he could reveal they could leave, he had the blood. He tried to save them all, The Gods, The Winchesters and Lucifer. Yet he couldn't, not all of them. Lucifer had killed the Gods, his friends.

He saved Kali.

He saved the Winchesters.

Yet he couldn't save his older brother, he couldn't make him see that people were not that bad. And in the process, he lost the look Lucifer use to give him. The one of pride and love, of brother-ship, of knowing his little brother would always see him as the hero. Knowing his brother would always chose family.

He didn't.

He chose people, not Lucifer, not Michael but people. Because they try.

"You disloyal-"

"Oh I'm loyal. To them"

The look of betrayal that shone in Lucifer's eyes was brighter than he had ever seen. Lucifer had always shone brighter at everything, the Morningstar. Bitterness thick in his brothers voice, angry words spat out, they're flawed.

And he will admit it pained him to see his older brother look at him with disgust.

"A lot of them try, to do better, to forgive"

If only his brother would have seen what he was saying in them words. If Lucifer had just quit then, just gave up the fighting and the war, he would have forgave him. He would always forgive him. For a glimpse he saw his brother doubting, as Lucifer pleaded for him to stop.

"Brother don't make me do this"

For that one second he had seen his big brother again, wanting to protect him, even if was from himself. He saw the slight flash of tears and guilt in the Morningstar's eyes. Just for that one second he didn't see Lucifer, the devil, the fallen angel, Satan. He saw Lucifer, his brother who had raised him, the same brother who helped him with the terrifying job of being Dads messenger, the same brother who taught him everything he knows, taught him what is was to feel emotions.

Then Lucifer had stabbed him with his own angel blade.

"Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother"

And even though he had an angel blade embedded into his vessels guts, he felt a surge of warmth travel through his grace at his brother calling him little brother. He hadn't been called that since before Lucifer had fell. He hadn't been anyone's little brother for a while. Pain and anguish filled his eyes as he stared pleadingly into Lucifer's eyes, his was going to die and his big brother was going to be the one to kill him. His hero, and he swears he saw regret forming in his older brothers eyes as the blade was twisted upwards, killing him.

He was dead, Lucifer had killed him. So how he was here, standing in front of a greasy motel. Somehow he had been resurrected. There was only two options to how he had been saved. And he highly doubted Lucifer would have brought him back to life, after being the one to end him. Only Dad could have done this, but why? Dad wasn't in Heaven any more, he didn't care, so why would he resurrect him?

You fought for them, my son.

The air swirled around him, the streetlights suddenly brighter. The air cleared and the night sky became a deep blue, the stars shone brighter with anticipation and his grace buzzed with excitement and awe. Everything was amplified, even for him as an archangel. The motel looked fresher and the road seemed empty. Suddenly the loud sounds of a radio came filling his ears, Carry on my Wayward son blasting through the Black car that was driving up the road. The 67 Chevy Impala pulled into the motel car park and out stepped the two familiar backs of the his favorite humans.

Go be happy, my son. Be a family.

Gabriel smiled to himself, in that motel room would be Sam Winchester who he had fallen for that very first time he met the brothers, they would be happy together. Also would be Dean Winchester who would be a brother to him, a brother who he could trust and always count on. The would protect each other and Gabriel would finally have the family he had always wanted.

"Thanks Dad"

He took a step towards the motel, to his true destiny.

Thanks for reading guys.

Soundtrack: The Cinematic Orchestra-To build a home (Instrumental version)

~Lovelife xx