Henry breathed slowly in and out, and he could feel every painful little suprise on his body as he shuddered. He zoomed in and out of consciousness, he hadn't even been aware that James was still sitting with him.

He groggily rose to wake up, and he realized something. Last time this had happened, there had been somewhere there who had fixed him up.

"Fenris. Fenrisulfr." He mumbled, turning in his sleep. He'd never had someone pray to him before, and he wasn't sure if it would work for half-angels, but he might as well try. "Please. Brother, I need your help. I need my family."

James felt his forehead and cupped his cheek, and Henry shuddered again and bit his lips. "James. I'm sorry for yelling at you." He whispered, and James wiped away a little sweat that had exhuded from his cheek. "Shut up." James replied with a small smile, and Henry managed to smile just a little before he passed out cold again.

When he came to again, he felt something curled around his shoulders that was soft and warm, and rising up and down slowly. He peeked his eyes open and was met with an eyefull of jet black fur, and James was gone. He was sleeping curled tightly into the pitch wolf's stomach, his nuzzle resting on Henry's outstetched knees.

When Fenris saw he was awake, Henry slumped over as he returned to his human form. "Fenris." Henry croaked, leaning into him as the black-haired man secured his shoulders.

"It sure was weird having you pray to me." The man rumbled in reply, letting Henry cling to him like a scared little kid. "It's nice to meet you, kid. What year are you from, anyway?"

"2038. But I first met you in 2025 when I was ten." Henry groaned again and curled into himself, he felt like he was on fire.

"You mean will meet." Fenris laughed and felt his forehead. "Damn, baby bro. You've got yourself in one hell of a pickle."

Henry frowned and shuddered. "Yeah, no fuckin' shit." He quipped, and squeezed his eyes shut. "I didn't know who else to ask for help." He said in a small voice this time, and he felt Fenris gently smooth down his hair. "But dad is coming to help you, right?"

Henry sighed. "Cas is looking for him. I don't know if he'll find him." A tear slipped from underneath his eyelids. "Fenris, it hurts."

"Hey, chin up, okay? Dad will come. I promise." Henry felt that cozy envelopment of his body again and sunk into the soft black fur. Try and sleep. Fenris told him, and rumbled out a deep sigh as his muzzle rested in Henry's lap. Henry was hoping Cas could find Gabe and bring him here. But he wasn't really quite sure how he would react when he did.

Two Years Later, but 25 years previous (to Henry)

Gabriel was quietly humming the Willy Wonka theme song and setting up the mobile when he felt arms around him. He chuckled and gave the mobile a little spin, making sure it had fluid movements for the baby to be able to use telekinesis on it when he was in his little crib.

Sam came and hugged him from behind, having to bend over quite a bit to rest his head on Gabriel's shoulder. "Jesus, Sam. I never took you as the type to be lovedrunk." Sam closed his eyes and just enjoyed the hug. "Hmmm. Shut up." He said quietly, smiling as he moved his hand to cover the pulsating warm spot on his chest. "Henry's right here?" He asked, feeling the light make a little pulse of warmth into his palm. Maybe that was the equivalent of a kick. "Umhm. Bastard's hungry as hell, too. Must have got his appetite from you." Sam rolled his eyes and kept his hand over that blisteringly hot skin. "Is that...hurting you?"

"No. It feels like a glow, kind of." Gabriel tried to explain the all emcompassing warmth he had, and as he took a deep breath he felt the light move along with his ribcage. It was different than with any of his other children, who were of Earth. Henry was a child of Light, and it was...nice.

"Are you going to be okay?" Sam asked, worrying again.

"You keep forgetting he's just my first nephilim, not my first kid." Gabriel replied, putting his own hand on top of the warm spot, just checking in. He could already hear Henry's thoughts; they were jumbled, the simplest and barest he'd ever heard, but they were there.

Warm. It wasn't the word really, but more the thought without a word, a languageless sense. Cozy. Dad. Happy. Love. Sleepy. Hungry. Cozy. Warm. He was happy today.

"I don't know if I should be reassured or jealous." Sam had a little half-laugh, as he pulled Gabe's hand away and spread his own palm over the light again. Touch. Nice. Happy. Gentle.

"Maybe neither. You should be concerned. I've had sex with a fuckin' horse, Sam." Gabriel shot back, his chest bumping with laughs as Sam tried to keep his hand in place.

"I don't care." He answered right away, shutting his eyes and hugging him around his shoulders.

"I literally let myself get fucked by a horse. And this dick has touched Ice giantessess, Sammy." Gabriel laughed again, but he laughed even harder at Sam's response.

"More experience then."

"You're such a freak." Gabe smiled and felt the light in his chest stir slightly, expanding with a small stretch. He was growing a lot these days.

"I know." Sam dipped his head just a little and gave him a quick peck on his neck. "But he's going to be the most like an angel, right? Out of all the kids you've had?"

"Yeah. He feels different than his brothers. In a good way." Gabriel gave the mobile another little twirl.

"Good." Sam replied curtly, gently spreading his palm over the hot spot of his skin just one more time before standing up fully again. "I'm heading out. I'll see you for dinner, okay?"

Gabriel twisted around and pulled his face closer and planted a happy little kiss on his lips. Sam immediately went bright red and coughed into his hand. Gabe was laughing and holding the place on his chest with two hands. "S-sorry." Gabriel chuckled, laughing as Sam covered his face in his hands, but even his ears were bright red. "I forget this is going to take you a little getting used to. And I'm all hopped up on angel hormones, or whatever it's called for us."

Sam sniffed and ran a hand down his face, which was still ruddy in the cheeks. "Hey, um, it's okay. Just..maybe a little less abrupt next time?" Gabe smirked and nodded. "Yeah, sure. You know, it's a little too weird to be preggers without the sex. Things are just awkward when it's just from that soul-mixing."

Sam flushed again and ran a hand through his hair. "Just..um..take care of yourself, okay? And him?"

"Alrighty-o, Sam." Gabe smiled and turned back to the mobile, the little planets from faraway universes. It was then that he recieved the message. He brought his eyebrows together, confused. "...Dad?" And he flew right to where he'd called him.

...

It was not easy to hear what God had planned for him. The entire conversation, he had his hand cupped over the hot skin on his chest where the extra grace was growing.

"You know I've already paired up, Dad. Dammit, I've got a kid on the way." Gabriel covered the warm spot up with his hand and scowled. "I hate to tell you this, but I'm taking a rain check. My human and my son need me."

His father was not happy to hear that. "Your heavenly family needs you. All I have is you and Michael, and theres a hell of a lot of things to clean up. I cant do this without you, son. If you don't aid me, the world your son is raised into won't be much of a world at all."

Gabe screwed up his face and bargained. "Ten years with him. His first ten years, thats all I ask. Then I'll join you and Mikey with damn reckless abandon."

"I'll give you one. Until His first birthday, that's it. And you know even that's a stretch. We're going to be cleaning up, and these creatures arent so easy to get rid of. They'll go after where it really hurts. So if you want to keep Henry safe, you have to never see him between that period and when this all ends. Understand?"

Gabe felt a deep anger as he spoke up again, louder than before. "I can't do that. I can't just abandon my first nephilim. I can't abandon my human."

God was looking pissed now. "That or that light of yours gets terminated. That would be the easiest option, ethics aside. He is immortal, Gabriel. When this is over, it won't matter anymore. It's terrible timing, I agree, but you must come with me and your brother. "

So Gabriel agreed. What else was he supposed to do?

First year painfully reminded Sam of the time bomb with Dean's countdown to hell. Sam didn't know if he could do it by himself. He couldn't bear it if Henry grew to hate his father, who did so much for him.

"How much more time left, Gabe?" Sam asked quietly one day as he watched Gabriel playing with the small baby in his arms, hugging him tightly in his golden wings. Gabriel scowled and hugged the burbling baby closer as his hand opened and closed, playing with his feathers.

"Let's not do this counting thing, Sam. Let's just pretend I don't have a ticking clock on my forehead, okay?"

And when that year was up, Sam was left alone with a child just one day over a year old. And the archangel left without knowing when or if he'd ever see his baby again.

Sorry for the cliffhanger! Big plans for my next chapter :) Please review!