"Yes me~" It was the man he had spotted on the street who had disappeared in a second before Mycroft had picked him up. "I saw that you noticed me checking in on you earlier. Nice spotting!" the man said with a grin.
Even Mycroft was flabbergasted while Violet merely rolled her eyes.
"Boys, what have you heard about the supernatural?" Violet asked and Mycroft's eyes widened before he looked back to the man in the chair.
"You can't really be saying…"
"Oh, but she is!" The man said once more and stood up and moved behind Sherlock. "I'll make this easy and explain to Sherlock here while you both have a chat about what you know."
He snapped his fingers and suddenly Sherlock found himself sitting in a completely different place. It was modern casual but honestly by this point, he wasn't able to process any more data since his brain was currently blanking.
"Who…what are you exactly?"
The man smiled kindly and sat next to him on the couch.
"I go by a lot of things, but my true name is Gabriel. I'm what's known as an archangel."
Despite the slowness, Sherlock was beginning to reign in his thoughts.
"Like, Christianity archangel? So that's the actual true religion?" He honestly couldn't believe he could process that religion existed.
"Yes, that archangel and just because Dad is around doesn't mean the other religions aren't true. Hell, I was hiding out as Loki for a good couple thousand years. Thor is a bit of a douche and don't even get me started on Odin." Gabriel said with a chuckle. Sherlock shook his head before he just decided to accept this all as true.
"Does this mean that all supernatural beings are around? Why don't the general public notice?"
"It's like that sci-fi show you brits have with that blue box. Just because it's there, doesn't mean that people will notice it. There's also the hunters around." He scoffed as he readjusted himself on the couch and pulled out yet another candy bar. "Hunters go after the beasties who kill humans and such. Probably why your brother knows a bit about the supernatural. Hunters tend to take the less legal route and act as bounty hunters of sorts."
It was starting to make a bit more sense at least.
"So why have you shown up now then?" Gabriel frowned and leaned back.
"That's the hard hitting stuff there kiddo. I mean, I was just resurrected a couple days ago. Things are still all over the place since the apocalypse was finally shut down over in the states."
At this point, for the first time in his life, Sherlock's jaw became unhinged.
"You were dead?!" Gabriel looked over to his son who was in obvious shock.
"Yeah. Your Uncle Satan decided that since I decided to join the anti-apocalypse gang and took an active role in it that I shouldn't be around any longer. I've spent the past couple days finding out what's been going on in the past year to find that Michael and Lucifer are both locked up in the Cage in Hell, there's a civil war going on in Heaven, and things are going batshit crazy with the Winchester brothers who were the ones to stop the apocalypse right in the swing of things again. Now, that's all not important right now. What I'm here for is to talk to you." Gabriel's face turned serious and Sherlock honestly felt like he was a kid again before a lecture.
"The reason why I'm here is because pretty soon, you're going to die."
Sherlock was reeling inside and he couldn't think of another time he had been so far out of his depth.
"Hey- kiddo! Calm your breathing down! You're hyperventilating!"
First of all, his father who had been mysteriously absent for his 35 years of life suddenly pops up out of the blue only to say that he had been killed a year ago due to the apocalypse only for him to magically come back to life in order to inform him that he himself is going to die soon? Yes, he believed in logic and reason and so far all evidence was pointing towards this insane story being true. Even their transport to god knows where they were now wasn't any kind of technology that could exist in this day and age.
"Kid, if you don't calm down then I'm going to put you to sleep."
By this point, his brain was on overdrive and piecing together any sort of unusual pieces of information that he'd picked up over the past couple of years that could fit into this puzzle while his vision was becoming hazy due to lack of oxygen. There had been strange occurrences and weather all over the United States in the past 2 years and the only Winchesters he had heard of that weren't the guns were two brothers on the FBI's most wanted list but were taken off after they were killed. If these were the two that his father was talking about? Did they end up being revived as well?
"Alright. That's enough."
The last thing Sherlock saw was his father snapping his fingers.
Gabriel sighed as his son fell backwards unconscious on his couch. This probably wasn't the best way of dropping the information on him like that, but his son's impending death was the only way he could explain the entire situation and damn if that didn't make him feel like an asshole of a parent.
"The first time I meet my son and he's 35 years old and I tell him that he's going to die. At least you're not the only 'father of the year' contest winner out of this family, Dad." The archangel muttered as he looked over the unconscious man on his couch.
He wasn't expecting his son to look a lot like his vessel but this was a stark contrast between the honey and gold tones that he'd come to love after so long in this vessel and the pale and black theme that Sherlock was sporting. There was also the fact that with the full name of 'William Sherlock Scott Holmes' that was already a mouthful, Sherlock had decided on the weirdest one out of all of them. Eh, he could see it and honestly when he ignored the recent bouts of confusion and panic from his only child, Sherlock would easily fit into Gabriel's life.
From what Violet told him when he visited before walking by on Baker Street earlier that day, his son was incredibly bright. He could spot details the no one else could and did so to find out how the world worked and to test his own genius. Hell if Gabriel had done that as a Trickster. The challenge of creating illusions and pranks to give people their just desserts was the less legal and more supernatural version of what his son was doing. He aimed for the high rollers and strived to satisfy boredom however they both ultimately cared about doing the right thing in the long run.
That's what was bugging him about the fact that his son would be dying in a mere couple of months. He'd feel fidgety as his grace built with anticipation towards the day actually arrived. It was part of Dad's plan for angelic cambions to have their angelic parent with them as they died their human death. Their kid would be out of commission as their natural but until then dormant grace gained power and stabilized to use in their bodies and after that they would grow wings. It had only happened before with Mary's kid and since that was the trial run it only took him 3 days to come back after dying. Then again, his birth and life were announced to be special for the whole of creation. After all of that hoopla that people were still freaking out about now to this day, Dad had decided to keep Sherlock under wraps.
'That didn't stop fate however…' Gabriel thought bitterly as he ran his hand through Sherlock's curly hair. It seemed that angelic cambions would only last as humans until they were 35 before the world turned on them. As they sat there on the couch, Gabriel actually relished the quiet before the impending storm was about to kick off.
He waited an hour before waking his son off and gently told him all he knew.
