Honestly, Gabriel was utterly relieved when his son woke up. He'd tried to delude himself into thinking that he wasn't that worried, putting a lot of effort and joy into the mental torture of one James Moriarty, but after the first few days with no changes, he had become nervous. The fact that it took two weeks for Sherlock to wake up meant Gabriel was worrying enough to radiate enough energy to almost blow their cover. That being said, Gabriel was layering enough wards to keep the world from noticing if a nuclear warhead went off in his apartment and with a brand new archangel that could very well happen.

"Glad to see you're up Sleeping Beauty!" Gabriel crowed happily while Sherlock flinched and quickly shut his eyes and covered his ears as he hunched into a ball. Gabriel became puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Too loud and bright." Sherlock whispered in a raspy voice and Gabriel hit himself in the head.

"Shit. I forgot how much higher our senses are." He sat down on the bed next to his son and gently put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. He spoke softly this time. "What I need you to do is feel around in your being for anything that feels like it's really tense or feels warm. A lot of this will be in your head and should feel like a migraine. That's your grace. You aren't acclimated to it yet so everything is in overdrive. We just need to get it to calm down and everything will be manageable, alright kiddo?"

Sherlock gave a weak nod and the older angel monitored the influx of grace pretty much balled up inside his son's body. He still had to manifest his wings and until then the young detective would be a little over-infused and would have to burn up the extra portions or learn to get a good grasp on how to manage it. Slowly, Sherlock was able to calm down and he cautiously opened his eyes to see Gabriel still sitting there, smiling warmly.

"Welcome back to the land of the living. You're already one step into the anti-apocalypse league since you've died and came back."

"Just what I need. Do we get buttons as well?" Sherlock retorted and Gabriel's smile turned into a grin.

"I could make neon pink shirts that say 'Fuck the Apocalypse' and make it so the Winchesters and Cassie can't take them off!"

"Have fun with that." Sherlock drawled as he carefully sat up and examined his body. It seemed to be the same and didn't have any noticeable injuries.

"Grace heals the bodies it resides in. It's why we can get shot at and stabbed with anything short of an angel blade, well archangel blade of us, and recover." Gabriel got up and with a snap of his fingers was wearing a chef's hat and apron. "Now, do you want some chocolate pancakes or what?"

Sherlock let out a snort as he swung his feet over the side of the bed. "I thought one of the perks of being an angel was that you didn't have to eat?"

Gabriel stuck out his tongue at him. "And I thought you might want to try tasting the molecules of your food." He snapped and disappeared, presumably to the kitchen while Sherlock sat there digesting that information.

"Alright fine."

From then on, breakfasts often were one of Sherlock's favorite times where, since he hadn't yet learned to master the use of grace, his father would mojo a different 'food of the day' for him to compare the various molecules of and if the new archangel happened to keep a journal with his findings, Gabriel would leave it be except for calling his son a 'nerdy little fledgling'.

Other than that exercise in the mornings, Gabriel found himself teaching Sherlock how to meditate which he would end up denying anytime else. It didn't really fit his Trickster persona but really, for angels it was the closest thing they did to sleep and calm their grace down enough. With how wired Sherlock's grace was, he couldn't help but use the one thing guaranteed to help until the kid had grown his wings and if this was the most calmed down he had been in centuries, he certainly wasn't about to tell anybody.

From there, it was teaching Sherlock to use his grace.

"Alright. So, angels are like, what my little bro likes to describe as: 'multidimensional wavelengths of celestial intent'. Basically, our grace is ourselves however we can use it to extend ourselves even when we take a vessel. It's why angel radio, as it's been dubbed by the Winchester Brothers, works the way it does. We use enochian which is our own language and typically works the best between angels."

"Is that what that awful racket has been? I haven't been able to retreat to my mind palace without hearing whispering all of the time."

"Pretty much." Gabriel said with a shrug and flopped back down on the couch where Sherlock was perched.

"So, what about vessels then?"

"That? Well, you're a special case. It's your body from birth therefore it is intrinsically yours and no one else can use it. One of the perks of being an angelic cambion. Also while I'm on topic, angelic cambion is the actual term for your…species? It means it was approved by the head honcho and that seal is pretty much branded on your grace so none of the other angels can outright try and kill you for existing."

"Joy."

"Yeah. Angels can get a bit…species-ist. Anyways, Nephilim are the result of a human and angel doing the horizontal tango and that is usually a no-go due to a bunch of them going crazy with power in ancient times. Hopefully Dad will be a little more lenient towards any developments between Deano and Castiel."

"Father, you were talking about vessels?"

"Right!" He let out a chuckle and Sherlock merely stared at him. "If I didn't know for sure that you were my kid, I'd wonder about you." Sherlock kept staring. "Fine! Vessels are basically humans who are overshadowed by a supernatural being. Demons can just grab one and go and are usually rough with them and the soul in the vessel usually dies or is very traumatized after they might be released. Angels using vessels is more like consensual sex. Unless it's a clear and un-coerced, it's a no-go. Our grace heals our vessels on instinct and they become extremely durable when saturated with grace. It's why I could possibly get shot or stabbed multiple times and the vessel would still work fine if it weren't in fatal or spots and even then it'd take up to a day to repair…and no you're not testing this out on yourself."

"Damn."

From there, Sherlock was tutored more on angel lore, how to use grace from summoning his angel blade to various other tasks to build up a stamina to continuously spend it in some form.

At least until Sherlock's wings began to form.

It was almost a month after Sherlock had originally woken up after the fall off of St. Bart's when Gabriel noticed Sherlock's grace beginning to pool in two distinct places. To be honest, he didn't really know what he was doing but like most parents, it would be a 'just go with it and act like you know what you're doing situation.'

To say that Gabriel ended up wanting help from at least somebody was an understatement when Sherlock went through the equivalent of a very bad form of the flu as far as symptoms went except the fact that he could never lay on his back.

"Damn. Dad, if you have anything else that could help me out here, that'd be great. I've never taken care of a sick person before without just zapping them better." Gabriel muttered as he materialized some ice. Sherlock was unable to drink liquids but Gabriel had heard of hospitals giving people ice to at least do something.

After a few days and Sherlock finally passing out despite the young archangel saying that he was 'just going to his mind palace for a bit', Gabriel groaned. "Hell, I'm going to have to go to the blockheads, won't I?"

Right now, he could use some help or advice. They probably wouldn't know much more than he did about helping a Cambion grow wings, but they'd offer a different viewpoint or something he might not have thought of. The only thing was that he wasn't sure if he wanted to reveal himself yet.

"Oh, fuck it."

First checking to see if Sherlock would be alright while he left, Gabriel zapped himself to where he could sense Dean's precious 'baby'. Oddly enough, it was on lock down. He couldn't find the Winchesters themselves but they always tended to forget to ward their ride. Apparently not this time for some weird reason.

After a good bit of searching, he finally found traces of them. Oddly enough, they were in Las Vegas. "My, my, my boys! The apocalypse ends and you go on vacation here? My kind of party!"

Gabriel quickly gets a hold of himself when he remembers why he's here in the first place and scans the area. It's another small motel compared to the riches of Vegas but it's at least in better quality than some of the other dumps that the chuckleheads have stayed in.

Deciding to not go searching for the Winchesters lest he get distracted, the archangel decided that the two would show up at some point and zapped himself into the new Winchester classic car in the back seat and got himself comfy with a neck pillow he mojoed.

He must have zoned out when he came to the realization that there was a Winchester flipping shit at him from outside.

"What the actual fuck?! You were dead!"

"Deano, you say that like you haven't died a few times yourself." Gabriel said with a yawn and a stretch. Dean was still fuming.

"Get the fuck out of my car!"

"Alright already! Geez." Gabriel zapped out of the car, standing directly behind Dean which gave the hunter another heart attack while Gabriel looked around. "So, where's Samsquatch? You two are so co-dependent that I'm surprised you aren't joined together at the hip. Also, where's little bro? I know he follows you guys around like a lost puppy."

Dean's face fell and Gabriel's heart froze.

"Dean, what happened?"

"How long have you been around for?"

"March, give or take?"

Dean made a face. "How much do you know about how the apocalypse ended?"

"Just enough to know it was stopped. I've had other things on my mind lately. I do know about the civil war that happened afterwards and Raphael being a douche."

"I really hope it wasn't strippers."

"For once, it wasn't. Now what happened?" Gabriel's face morphed into a stern frown and Dean hesitated before continuing.

"Well…Michael ended up using our half-brother Adam as a vessel who was resurrected after being eaten by some ghouls while Same agreed to be Lucifer's vessel in order to pull something on them. It happened in a cemetery and Cas ended up throwing a holy Molotov cocktail at Michael which didn't last long and they exploded him and broke Bobby's back. Then we got the cage open using the 4 rings and Sam used himself to toss both him, Lucifer, and Michael in the cage."

Gabriel's eyes widened. "How the fuck did Sammy pull that one off? How is he even out right now?"

"Well, God finally stepped in and resurrected Cas and Cas went down and retrieved Sam but didn't get his soul out and a whole bunch of other shit happened. End of the story is that Sam eventually got his soul out cause Death owed me a favor and Cas ended up opening Purgatory and now there's leviathans running the fuck around everywhere. The leviathans then took over Cas and we think that they killed him."

The archangel groaned and threw back his head. Fucking Winchesters.

"First off, I hate you all just to make that clear."

"Feeling's mutual."

"Good. Secondly, I'll help where I can but I kinda have a problem right now that I need help with so go retrieve your brother and we can get this show on the road."

Dean stared at him for a moment. "You have a problem? And you need our help?"

Gabriel groaned. "Yes. The mighty archangel Gabriel needs help from two evolved mammals who don't own any shirts that aren't plaid or from a band. I have to go back quickly so let's retrieve your moose of a brother."

The hunter decided to ignore the comments on his attire for now. "Well, a fangirl of Supernatural book series written by Chuck the prophet has him under some love spell and she's voo-doomed him to marry her."

Gabriel couldn't help it. He burst out laughing and couldn't stop for a while.

"And you aren't kidding?!"

Dean chuckled "The girl is crazy whacko. Honestly, if I didn't know for sure that she'd do something stupid with my brother I would be cackling but she's dabbling with magic."

"Alright. I'll save the groom-to-be. We might be gone for a bit so where do you want your car dropped off." That made the pouty-frown thing the older Winchester tended to do whenever his car was being mentioned but not complimented.

"Where are we going?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"We just have to hop the pond a bit. Maybe get some fish and chips."

"Hop the pond….as in England?!"

"I'm guessing you want the car at Singer's so I'll do that but time's a wasting!"

With that, Gabriel snapped his fingers and the two disappeared along with the car being teleported to Bobby Singer's junkyard with a note under the wipers reading 'Borrowed the Winchesters, IOU – Gabriel'.

The next thing Dean knew was that he was standing in a hotel room with Becky and Sam gaping at the new arrivals.

"Gabriel?!" Sam all but shrieked and Gabriel grinned widely and spread out his arms.

"Sammy! Congratulations you little scamp!" He strode forwards and entrapped Sam in a bear hug while Becky was still shocked before he pulled away and flicked Sam in the middle of his forehead, "Getting yourself dosed up by potions by a fan girl. You've grown up so much!"

Sam seemed to recoil at the grace-infused flick and his eyes seemed to clear up but widen in horror at the situation.

"Oh hello no." He groaned and looked over to Becky who was stunned. Gabriel let go of the younger Winchester and sauntered over to where the woman was standing.

"And you little missy. Clever. You take what you want and I admire that. However." Gabriel suddenly became serious. "Using magic potions crafted by demons is a no-go."

"But he said he was a witch!" Becky stammered and Gabriel tsked. Dean and Sam were still in a sort of shock.

"Nah, darling. He was just buttering you up with love potions to the point where you'd need a long term one and then he'd seal the deal for your soul."

He snapped his fingers and Dean and Sam looked around warily.

"What exactly did you do?" Sam asked, careful not to move or touch anything.

"I'm on a time crunch so the demon is now 'bye-bye'." Gabriel said with a grin before walking over to the Winchesters. "Say goodbye to your blushing bride now Sammy. I need a bit of help." And with that, the three of them disappeared leaving Becky stunned and alone.

"What the hell just happened?"