The first thing Gabriel did when he flew them back to the London apartment was to run to Sherlock's room (for the only bedroom he had there was for Sherlock since he didn't need sleep and didn't feel like having sex with someone when he was living with his 35 year old son would be appropriate) to make sure that he hadn't gotten worse. This left Dean and Sam in a nice looking but normal living room and kitchen area.

"So, where exactly are we?" Sam asked, "And why is Gabriel alive?"

"From what I gathered, England and I have no fucking clue why he's alive."

They couldn't help but start wandering around the space and peeking into things.

"There's a human brain in the fridge…" Dean stated as he stared blankly at the organ with the fridge door open and Sam came up behind him.

"Seriously though, this is too normal. A brain is seriously not enough to be the craziest thing in this apartment."

"Oh, you found that?" The brothers turned to see Gabriel standing there with a small smile on his face. "That's for later for cheering up and all that fun stuff."

The hunters gave him a blank look.

"Okay, okay. Yes, this is where I've been staying at since, I don't know, March."

"Why? And what do you even need us here for?" Sam asked and Gabriel sighed as a frown took over his face.

"Alright, I need help because I've never really tried to heal or help someone who was sick without my mojo and since that isn't really an option right now, I'm a bit lost. You two, on the other hand, seem to be capable of doing pretty much anything and I figured since the apocalypse is over, you could be of some help."

Dean closed the fridge and stared angrily at the archangel.

"You mean to tell me that you brought us all the way over here to play nurse?!" He shouted and Gabriel shushed him quickly with a glance to a dark hallway.

"Actually, speaking of help: Sammy you seem to have a little tag along there in your head. Is big brother giving you a hard time?"

Sam froze and Dean looked over to his brother. Gabriel was staring intently at Sam's face.

"Sam, has it been getting worse?" Sam frowned and rubbed his head.

"Gabriel, Lucifer says that your decorating tastes have gotten too bland." Sam offered weakly and Gabriel got offended.

"Bastard gets to come out for a year and he thinks he can criticize my decorating tastes. I'll have him know that this is for my…patient's benefit and that he can go fuck off." Gabriel strode forward and put his hands on either side of Sam's head. "Now what caused this in the first place?"

"When his soul was put back in his body, the hundred or so year in hell came back and Death put up a wall to block it. When Castiel went god-mode, he tore part of it down to get us to do what he wanted." Dean replied but Gabriel didn't look over to him, probing a bit at what was left of the wall in Sam's head.

"I can do two things for you here, Samsquach. One, I can put up that wall again and reinforce it so everything is hunky-dory. Option two is that we take it out of you all together so we don't have any relapses."

Sam's eyes widened. "You can do that?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Hellooooo? Archangel? Death only put up the wall because he owed Dean a favor, not because he was full of good will. He could have done this too. I like you two chuckleheads despite the fact that you tend to fuck things up. At least you clean things up afterwards. This is also for helping me out here. Deano, you get an IOU for whenever you please."

Sam glanced at Dean who shrugged. "If it means I won't see Lucifer all of the time…option 2?"

Gabriel grinned. "Great. Let's get this started."

He placed a palm on Sam's forehead and closed his eyes and Sam shuddered. Slowly, Gabriel pulled back his hand and a pulsing red orb of energy began to collect. Dean watched as Gabriel opened his eyes and no more of the smoke-like energy came out. Sam was starting to sag a bit.

"Dean, grab your brother and cover your eyes." Gabriel said and Dean quickly jumped into action, shielding them behind a couch. There was a huge flash of light and as it dimmed, the two peeked over the back of the couch. "We're clear!"

Gabriel was now holding a ruby-like gem the size of his palm and was grinning.

"Feel better?" Gabriel asked and Sam's eyes widened when he realized that he was feeling better than he had in years.

"Yeah, perfectly fine."

Dean sighed in relief and Gabriel tossed the gem up in the air and caught it again before putting it in a pocket.

"I'm thinking about calling that little gem the 'Devil's Stone'. We just created a brand new religious artifact, boys!"

"So long as we don't have to deal with that shit again anytime soon." Dean grunted as the two got up.

"Now, we can move onto the reason why I need your help. I have someone who's…sick…in a way and I can't take care of him using my mojo and I have no idea about doing it the mortal way.

Sam sighed. "Alright. Why haven't you taken this person to the hospital?"

"Cause I can't!"

"Why not?"

"Well, I can't just tell them that the strain of growing wings pretty much has him down and out and feels like he's burning up!"

Two sets of Winchester eyes widened.

"Wings?" They chorused and Gabriel groaned.

"Okay you two: this is something highly confidential and only 3 people know about this and that's me, Dad, and the kid's mom so don't be telling anybody, capiche?"

"A kid?" Dean asked but Gabriel glared and pointed at him.

"Capiche?"

"Yeah fine, capiche!" Dean muttered and Gabriel relaxed slightly.

"It's my son who's sick."

Both Winchesters paled.

"Son?!" They shrieked and Gabriel couldn't help but let out a smirk.

"You two are cute when you say things together."

Dean was still sputtering when Sam took a deep breath and shakily asked "Since when have you had a kid?"

Gabriel frowned and counted on his fingers a bit before responding.

"Oh, since about 1976."

"He's three years older than me?!"

"Apparently so, Deano."

"And you still call him kid?"

"You're all kids to me." The archangel replied and Sam rolled his eyes while Dean was still slightly freaking out.

"So your kid is sprouting wings then? Aren't they born with them?"

"Well Sam, they would be if they were born as an angel."

"What?"

With that, Gabriel spun the long tale of how his Father had appeared back in 1975 saying that his son would be needed sometime in the future and how he couldn't interact with him to keep him safe.

"It would have been fine but then when I died covering for your asses, it was pretty bad. Angel parents have to be around when their kid's death to help them through the process and since I wasn't there, a few months before the big event, Sherlock's dormant grace was powerful enough to pull me back into the land of the living and walah! Here I am. Ever since November when the kid sacrificed himself and died for his friends we've been holed up in here. He's been getting used to the fact that he's an angel and since he wasn't born with them, his grace is out of sorts while it essentially pulls apart bits of his essence to form wings since they're a manifestation of their grace."

Dean snorted.

"Who names their kid Sherlock?"

"His mom."

Sam frowned as the name rang a bell but then melted into pure shock.

"You don't mean Sherlock Holmes, do you?"

Gabriel grinned.

"Hell yeah he is!"

Dean stared as Sam pretty much freaked out.

"Am I missing something here?"

"Dean, Sherlock Holmes is, like, the most well-known and best detective ever recorded in history! He can tell a person's whole life history just by a single glance! I've read his blog multiple times and follow his friend John Watson's blog about all of their cases. It said that he committed suicide last month and I was surprised!"

Gabriel let out a sigh and a sad smile and the boys turned to him.

"Sherlock attracted the attention of a total nutcase. A genius, yeah, but with an extra dose of psychopath. James Moriarty. Consulting Criminal. He was setting up cases and clients and the first time Sherlock even heard of him was during the first case that he and John ever did together."

"A Study in Pink." Sam chimed in and Gabriel chuckled.

"You're my son's fan boy. That is utterly hilarious." Sam blushed. "Anyway: Moriarty thought of Sherly as an equal and opposite so he set up some 'games' over the years with this year being the final bow so to speak. Moriarty broke into the British National Bank, released all of the most dangerous criminals out of England's high security prison, and broke into the Tower of London and stole the crown jewels all exactly at the same time. He was sitting on the throne decked out in them when the cops showed up. I'd give him points for style if he wasn't a creepy little shit who was trying to kill my kid."

"And they didn't arrest him?" Dean asked.

"Well they did. But Moriarty blackmailed the jury into letting him go free by threatening their families. Trust me, if I had been allowed to do anything to stop this bullshit from going on, I would have." He made eye contact with both brothers. "As much as I hate to say it, this was one of those of those rare times where destiny exists and laughs as it fucks us over. Trust me, I tried. My grace wouldn't allow me to interfere since this was the opening to the big finale of my son's demise as a human. Do you think Dad wanted Jesus to be killed the way he did? Same shitty situation and we're not allowed to do anything."

"So, what happened then?" Sam asked cautiously. Gabriel glanced over to the hallway again to see if anything had changed then walked over and fell onto one of the leather couches. The Winchesters sat down in the other plush chairs.

"Moriarty found a reporter who had a grudge against Sherlock and convinced her that he was actually an actor. 'Richard Brook'" He sneered and made a face. "Little shit convinced nearly everyone that he was hired by Sherlock to make himself look better using details about Sherly's life that he had gotten from Sherlock's older brother- and no. Mycroft didn't want to hurt him before you go spouting off on brotherly love. I get it." Dean halted what he had to say.

"Anyways, Sherlock and I knew this was coming. Hell, I wouldn't have been revived from the dead if my son wasn't biting the dust soon and didn't that just make me feel better. We had it planned out and while I couldn't directly interfere, we had a plan and Sherlock knew that he was going to die and become an angel after it so we set it up so Moriarty wouldn't be able to get out of the bullshit he was spreading in a more legal fashion. It ended up taking place in a dramatic showdown on top of a hospital with snipers focused on 3 of Sherlock's friends including John. That was a detail we didn't know about and with me unable to do anything until Sherlock's human soul became dormant, we had to tread carefully. All in all, Moriarty was forcing Sherlock to commit suicide by jumping off the hospital and his friends would die and the only way to stop it would be for him to jump or for Moriarty to give the order. The psycho had planned to commit suicide himself but I stopped it and knocked him out just before it happened with a bit of mojo. Sherlock still jumped since it was his time and Moriarty was caught and sent to prison where I had a good amount of pent up anger to release. He has recently been smited."

It was silent for a while until Dean finally shook his head.

"Son of a bitch. That's messed up even by our standards."

"You're telling me." Gabriel replied. "Humans can be really fucked up. But onto the real matter right now. He's in the other room with a high fever, puking, the whole ten yards and while he normally wouldn't need nourishment, his grace is at low levels since a lot of it is pooling to grow his wings. Hell, this is the first time this has ever happened before. Angelic cambions can only occur if Dad gives his permission and it's more of a Mary/Jesus thing than a sexy time thing. Nephilim are the unapproved ones and never get their own personal grace or wings. Just a little power up, so this is different."

Sam nodded and stood up.

"Well, we can try."

"That's what I like to hear! I warn you, he looks a lot worse than he is. I've been keeping an eye on his grace levels and while I can't give him a power boost, I can keep things stable. You guys just need to help on the vessel/human body side."

They all headed for the bedroom where the lights were currently dim, but one could make out a shivering lump on the bed. He was extremely pale and drenched with sweat and was laying on his stomach.

"Hey kiddo. I got the Winchester nurse service here." Gabriel whispered, waggling his eyebrows at the brothers who both rolled their eyes. The body let out a small huff of amusement.

"You better be keeping track of this. This is the first time this is happening and I want data results." Sherlock whispered and Gabriel chuckled as the Winchesters looked surprised.

"You little nerd." Gabriel replied affectionately. "You're most of the way there. I just can't wait for you to fall on your face or end up in Antarctica when I start teaching you how to fly." Gabriel looked over to the brothers who were still shocked to see Gabriel acting like a proud dad. "These are the Winchesters that I told you broke the world. The tall one is Sam, the baby of the family, and the short one is Dean, the overprotective stubborn one."

Sherlock shifted so he could peer out of the pillow and blanket fortress that Gabriel had made on the bed and his eyes scanned over both of them.

"You both have addictive tendencies but at least the younger one kicked it." He said and the brothers looked at each other in surprise.

"So you really can tell anything about anyone by just a glance! I love your blog!" Sam said and Sherlock's head rose further.

"You actually read my blog and not John's?" He asked, surprised and Sam looked sheepish.

"I read both to get context but some of the stuff you have in there has helped us with hunting."

"All right everybody! We can adore each other later." Gabriel stepped in clapping his hands. "Sherlock, you better have been resting while I was gone or I swear to Dad that you're gonna regret it."

"Holy shit, Gabriel is being responsible…" Dean whispered only for Gabriel to turn around and glare at him.

"Hey. I'm making up for lost time and for my family of dicks."

"Point taken."