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It was another couple days before Sherlock could stand on his own since his wings had finally finished forming. The Winchesters had already been dropped off in the States again, first giving their number to John and Sherlock. Gabriel gives them his well wishes however states that 'unless you're about to blow up the world or something as equally important, don't call me because I'm training a new archangel and that's more important.'

John, however, stayed while getting used to Gabriel because he honestly had never run into any supernatural creatures that didn't want to kill or use him as well as get used to Sherlock's presence once again. There were new quirks such as the molecule breakfast game in which John was impressed with Gabriel's cunning to actually get the stubborn ass to eat (even if he didn't need it as much) and despite some pranks that were played on him, he enjoyed his time there. They even celebrated Sherlock's 36th birthday in the beginning of January. For a gift, Gabriel had given him various leather bracelets that had metal sigils attached and also burned into the leather. They each had a different purpose like hiding his grace, an angel banishment sigil that was modified not to harm him or his father in case of an emergency, and also one so his father could track him despite the other spells and wards keeping him hidden from anything supernatural. John had been interested in some of them for his own use in the future and to hide around Baker Street.

Eventually though, people would wonder where the good doctor would be and if, after John left, he happened to make a blog post that stated that he was happy that Sherlock would be under the care of angels despite the fact that he missed the detective, who would know any wiser?

From there, Gabriel was able to tutor Sherlock more in his angelic abilities such as things about wings from the care and keeping of them to his favorite: flying.

"Kid, you're lucky you have me for a dad. I'm the angel who taught most of heaven how to fly!"

"As I recall, you said that you 'threw them off a cloud' and expected them to somehow survive that."

"Hey! Angels are durable! Also, I'll have you know that a survival instinct kicks in and at least over half managed to at least use their wings to slow themselves down."

The first trip that Sherlock made out of Gabriel's apartment was to attempt to fly that was a little two months after he had first woken up in December. Granted, Gabriel had dozens of wards and spells layered over them so they wouldn't be detected or deterred by any wayward angels who happened to spot a supposedly dead archangel and a brand new one flying around together. In the breaks between flying lessons, Gabriel felt the need to pass on his Trickster legacy onto his son in case he ever wanted to use that path and it was just another façade for his son to potentially hide under if the case arose.

Learning how to fly was fun…for Gabriel. For Sherlock, it was incredibly frustrating and it wasn't only the fact that his father seemed to enjoy plucking feathers while Sherlock was frustrated he couldn't get the hang of using his wings and then disappearing without a trace for at least five minutes. There was also the fact that they could only stay in a small bubble in the middle of nowhere with extensive warding so that no one would suspect that two archangels would be hanging around.

It's around the end of March by time Sherlock flying down enough that when Gabriel finally pushes him over the edge. Gabriel had been hovering ever since he had woken up and if he had to be honest, Sherlock had had enough. The Winchesters had needed help a while ago ever since there was a car accident in the replacement for the Impala however Gabriel had ignored the prayers citing that they could sort themselves out if he could tell they were both alive at least. He had a kid to mentor so the big baddies couldn't use him for their own nefarious purposes.

They had just finished training for the day when Gabriel stretched out his honey colored wings. He had only manifested them in order to show the mechanics of flying to Sherlock who, once actually seeing the things and had gotten his own to manifest, had been making a lot more progress. Sherlock's wings were ebony however in the sun, they had a purple glow.

"Alright, that should be enough. We should head back to the flat for tonight and we can come back tomorrow." Gabriel said as he stretched. Sherlock made a face.

"I am capable of flying myself now and I haven't even gotten the chance to reorganize my mind palace since before Moriarty became a nuisance. I'll just meet you back there."

"Sherlock, it's better that we're not separated."

"I have not been on my own in four months." Sherlock responded and Gabriel frowned.

"Listen, kid: you can do that back at the flat. What's bugging you?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"I used to abhor sleep but at least then I could have some time to myself. You're always hovering and acting like a mother hen." Gabriel squawked in indignation and Sherlock smirked as it proved his point.

"I have been making sure that you've been able to support yourself. You haven't done any of this before!"

"I've figured out plenty of things on my own throughout my life. I don't know why I suddenly need to be constantly guarded and coddled!"

"You fucking died, kid!" Gabriel shouted angrily and Sherlock glared back at him. "If that doesn't make a parent terrified and over-protective, I don't know what!"

"I've been alone for most of my life and I've done fine. I had at least one parent who was actually there before their son died by jumping off a roof."

It was a low blow and both knew it but Gabriel was seeing red.

"You wouldn't have gotten anywhere this far without me, kiddo." He growled and Sherlock let out a smug smirk while ripping off one of the ward charm bracelets that Gabriel demanded he wore.

"Well, let's test that theory."

Sherlock suddenly disappeared, flying off and Gabriel screamed out of frustration and tried to sense out where he son had disappeared to, only to his horror he couldn't sense anything at all. He quickly ran over to where Sherlock had ripped off the bracelet and his heart stopped.

It was the tracking spell.

"Shit."

Sherlock had flown away to somewhere, really anywhere, that he could be by himself for a while and didn't really care where he ended up.

That's how he found himself standing on the top of Mount Everest.

Granted, it was exactly what he was looking for and the cold and altitude didn't affect him whatsoever, a perk of becoming an angel, however he was a little bit surprised and yet totally smug that he had pulled off an impressive first long-distance flight.

Settling himself in a crevice, he allowed himself to meditate and fall into his mind palace.

He shouldn't have been surprised that everything was in disarray. The files from when he was human were cluttering around where all of the angelic skills were attempting to collect and even the rooms had shifted. Granted, he had died since the last time he had been able to retreat to his mental hideaway and it had been months on top of that that he let the clutter gather without any organization at all. All of the new senses and skills were scattered and since he didn't sleep anymore, he took in quadruple the amount with the extra hours and powers combined.

It was going to take a long time for him to settle this out.

Gabriel wasn't panicking.

Extremely worried that their cover was going to be blown or something was going to happen to his son and he wouldn't be able to find him was another thing.

When the hell had he gotten so responsible?

After jumping around the globe to a few locations where Sherlock might be hiding, he kept getting pestered by the elder chucklehead praying to him about…a faith healer? What the hell did he miss?

Despite his worry over his son, he zapped over to where the prayer was coming from…which happened to be a moving Impala that had the idiot Winchester, a demon, and…his brother?!

"What the hell have you idiots been up to while I've been gone?!" Gabriel shouted and the Impala swerved and the other three screamed for various reasons. Dean for the fact that Gabriel had suddenly and finally shown up, Meg for the fact there was a fucking archangel next to her at full power, and Castiel…

"Who are you?!"

Gabriel leaned forward so he was looking his little brother in the eyes (despite Dean's angry grumbling and discomfort) and didn't see any sign of recognition. He let out a groan.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

"And where the hell have you been?! Sam's been critically injured and I had to go find a faith healer who happens to be Emmanuel here." Dean nodded his head towards the man in his passenger's seat. "He's apparently been around for months healing people and doesn't remember his past at all. I found him with his wife."

Gabriel's eyes widened.

"His wife?!"

"Trust me, I know."

"Excuse me, but who exactly are you?" Emmanuel asked and the car fell silent. Glancing over at the demon, Gabriel snapped his fingers and she disappeared with a squeak. Emmanuel became startled but quickly calmed down.

"You seemed on edge with her around. It also saves me the trouble from her reporting back to anyone. A nice spot in a pocket dimension until I do something with her." Gabriel sighed and leaned back in the seat. "My name is Gabriel. Archangel. I'm imagining that right now you can see a lot of bright glow-y stuff coming from me, right compadre?"

Emmanuel paused but hesitantly nodded. Gabriel turned to Dean who made eye contact with him in the rear view mirror.

"That's good news for us then."

"Yeah, but…does he really want to be aware of…things?" Dean asked.

"It's up to him Dean-o. Not your choice in the slightest. Hell, even I could heal Sammy for you and get Emmanuel here in correct working order."

"Speaking of which: where the hell were you when I tried contacting you in the first place?!"

"I had a kid to take care of! One that is currently missing who removed my only way of tracking the stubborn asshole."

Dean fell quiet.

"Well. Shit."

"Exactly. I could tell that neither of you died so I was busy. Training an archangel is top priority right now."

Emmanuel coughed and both men fell silent, remembering that their third companion had even less of a clue what they were talking about than if he had his memories back.

"Alright, pull over the car so I can fix him and I don't accidentally blow out a window and repair it right away while you bitch at me."

Dean grumbled but followed the instructions. The three exited the car and went off the road however Emmanuel was trailing behind. Dean was the one to notice.

"What's up?"

Emmanuel's eyes scanned the area and the two people in front of him.

"Are you coming out here to kill me or something in the middle of the nowhere?"

"Oh for the love of Dad." Gabriel groaned and walked up and stood right in front of Emmanuel. "You're missing memories from the rest of your life, right?" The man nodded. "Well, considering I'm the one who trained you when you were a fledgling, I might as well be the one to tell you. You're actually an angel named Castiel. After whatever stunt you pulled to stop a civil war in Heaven, you lost your memory and here we are! An angel who thinks he's human!"

Emmanuel's eyes widened and he turned to Dean.

"Castiel? Am I…your Cas?"

"In more ways than one…" Gabriel muttered but the two ignored him.

"Yeah…" Dean sighed, "But you were doing it with the best intentions. Hell, Cas might've opened up Purgatory, but I was the one who kickstarted the actual apocalypse."

"Alright. So would you like me to restore your memories now so we can figure out what is going on?" Gabriel asked and Emmanuel looked pensive but finally nodded.

"If that's the role I've been assigned to play."

The archangel rolled his eyes but placed his thumb on Emmanuel's forehead. "Duck and cover Dean!" Dean scrambled for cover behind the Impala as the area was lit by an impossibly bright light.

"Clear!"

Dean cautiously looked over to the two angels and Gabriel was smiling sadly at the person in front of him who had a posture he would recognize anywhere.

"Cas!" Dean exclaimed and Castiel looked over to Dean but looked horrified and unbearably sad.

"I let out the leviathans. I tried to be God!" He whispered in anguish and Dean ran over.

"Cas, it's alright. We've all done stupid stuff but we're going to fix it, alright? We might've had horrible odds when this started out but we're looking good right now."

Castiel turned to Gabriel who was still observing him.

"Brother. I thought you were dead."

"Well, that's the thing. I really was dead. Thanks to Dad, I'm back up and kicking." Castiel's eyes widened again and Dean couldn't help but be shocked at how much emotion Castiel was displaying today.

"You've seen Father?"

"About close to 30 or 40 years ago but yeah. We had a face to face talk so he's out there somewhere which means that if he hasn't done anything, you've already been forgiven. I can imagine that everything you've already been through has been punishment enough."

Castiel squinted at Gabriel who stared back at him.

"You seem more…responsible…"

"Really?! Is that what everyone is gonna say now?!" Gabriel exclaimed and Dean let out a chuckle. "Let's just go heal the moose and then I can continue on my own quest to find someone else who doesn't want to be found."

"How can you not find anyone?" Castiel asked and Gabriel sighed.

"Your angel memories are probably repressing your human ones right now, but I'm currently looking for my son."

Castiel's jaw actually dropped and Dean froze but then grabbed his phone and snapped a photo.

"You..son?! Wait- is that why you saw Father?"

"Ding ding ding! Right in one, Cassie! Dad left me clues to follow and led me to my kid's mom and right now the only complete and true cambion is out running around unsupervised because he's a dumbass and took off the one thing I could track him with."

"Then, that would mean…he knew all of this would happen."

"Exactly. Which is why I didn't meddle with events that much and didn't worry much when I went up against Lucy. The kid ascended in November and just grew his wings in January. I just finished teaching him how to fly. That completely backfired on me."

"Alright: brag about your kid later. Get in the damn car so we can go heal Sammy." Dean demanded and might have let his eyes linger longer on Castiel than he would admit.

For the first time, the angels agreed to ride in the human mode of transportation if only to have time to catch up and make a plan for going up against the leviathan.

After healing the younger Winchester, the newly reformed Team Free Will planned. If one member happened to spend the hours when the humans were sleeping to fly around the earth just in case there was word about a being who didn't exist to the rest of the world, no one said anything.