Apologies, I've been busy (I got sent to Nashville this past weekend for work/class so I wasn't even remotely near my laptop) so I wasn't able to get this up sooner. Sadly, this chapter is unbeta-ed so let me know if there are any mistakes.


It had been a few weeks since Sherlock had ventured out on his own. He had spent about two weeks hidden in the crevice of Mount Everest and was slightly started to find himself covered by a snow drift by time he rejoined the world. The cleanup of his mind palace was much needed and showed in his actions. His mind palace was well and thoroughly trashed when he first entered it and it had taken him two days just to sort out all of the relevant information he had needed in the past. That wasn't even including the new biology and thought processes he now possessed and the information that had been stuffed into his brain when he had awoken that first time after the fall.

For all of the heavenly information, he had created a structure that stood opposite of the palace: a mind temple. It was ironic he supposed but it honestly worked out well. With a single pathway connecting the two buildings, he could easily traverse the two. The temple was sorted accordingly and from the times his mother had dragged he and his brother to mass as children, he was able to make connections with information and stored them in relative places. Any and all gospels were put into a library of religious texts behind the altar where he would meditate in his mind. Prophets were stored in there as well but as a scroll (Sherlock supposed that maybe, just maybe, he had the tendency to be dramatic) that could extend when needed.

The 'angel radio' was interpreted through a communications room that was on the top floor of the massive temple. He was able to manually adjust the volume, mute, or reply (he didn't dare quite yet) through an old looking radio and microphone system that looked like he had pulled it out of the 1940's.

There were many rooms filled with mandates, rules, guidelines, natural responses, abilities, which took up most of the space. No wonder his father said that his family were sticks in the mud. All of these things seared into their beings. Sherlock would admit that the only reason why he was still expressive, or even more expressive now after the fall, was due to his human side and memories. His soul still resided in his being, represented in the temple as a flame encased in a silver and glass box that hung on the wall in the main foyer. If anyone other than he or his father attempted to touch it or manipulate it would fall prey to some nasty traps.

Finally, inside the temple was an area dedicated to his father. He may have been on his nerves but taking a step back from the situation and emotions (he was far from the sociopath he had proclaimed he was a mere year ago), his father was just keeping his best interests at heart.

It was in this suite that he stored all of the knowledge of his father, his abilities, stories that he passed down, and the trickster abilities that Gabriel had passed on to Sherlock in hope that Sherlock would, as Gabriel said "stop being a tight ass", and help him out with doling out punishments to those who deserved them. He even had a sweet tooth now that he fully blamed on the older archangel.

That being said, when Sherlock came out of his trance and transported himself out of the snow drift that had blown onto him, he assessed his choices. He could always rejoin his father but quickly shot that idea down. Who know how possessive Gabriel would get if he returned already? He couldn't go back to London. His death was still being talked about and with only three people knowing of his continued existence, it wouldn't be fun. Actually… he could father's advice. If he merely donned his trickster persona, he could easily roam the globe and take care of loose ends: Moriarty's network. It shouldn't take that long with supernatural powers on his side and not having to pay and wait for transport or find hotels and such. He had even perfected becoming invisible…and may have tried it out once by going to the Scotland Yard and messing with Donovan and Anderson before slipping away once more. With the decision made, he flew to one of the known locations of Moriarty that was revealed thanks to an anonymous leak of files.

That had been 5 weeks ago and now Sherlock found himself in the United States. He had taken out all of the other bases and was on the last of the list that he had accumulated throughout his travels. He'd practiced his illusions and pocket dimensions as he took out multitudes of criminals as well as some combat when he was bored. Sometimes he'd make a clone to do his dirty work while taking in the sights just for a change of pace. Sherlock reveled in the fact that thanks to ascending to an archangel status meant he could communicate in any language that had been created. Establishing his own homeless networks across the world also led to something he would be able to work with in the future however he had crafted an alias. Seeing as the fact that he was technically allowed to do so, he gave himself an angel name. He had to sift through both records in his temple as well as monitoring the angel radio carefully so he wouldn't be detected, he went through his language room and pieced together a name that he thought would fit.

Traveling the world as Nanael, also known as the angel of sciences and philosophy according to theology whom actually was a human creation and no such angel actually existed so he felt compelled to fill the role, he righted wrongs and typically kept his head down as he traveled through a multitude of countries. If tiny miracles happened among the poor and a certain stranger known as Nanael passed through, most others didn't know right away since it was being passed along by word of mouth.

As Sherlock approached the last base, he felt that something was off. The guards outside the facility were relaxed, but not normally. Whatever they were, they weren't human.

He had run into a few supernatural creatures in his journey and had introduced himself as Veles, an eastern European Trickster god since his father had claimed Loki and the other pagan gods had, according to his research, heard that Veles existed but never met him since he hid out in the mountains for centuries at a time. Considering he had recently done the same but for a shorter amount of time on Mount Everest, he felt it was fitting. For the most part, he didn't have to worry about the various other beings he had met. A few spirits, some ghosts, a witch or two (one of whom now offered up tributes after he saved her from a hunter in Europe. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time), and a few vampires. He even had an experience with a crossroads demon who had just finished a deal after the human had wandered off. None had been hostile and they recognized him for being a pagan god and left him alone fearing some kind of wrath being brought down upon them. Thankfully no one saw past the wards and saw his true nature.

These creatures that were guarding the door at this facility were actually causing him to become nervous. There was something about them that sent his grace reeling, even more so a sense of undeniable wrong that made him want to wipe the vile things out, if he even knew what they were.

What he did sense were two angels, three humans, and perhaps a demon or two in the area other than these…things.

"Well, this is a coincidence…" He muttered as he recognized two of the humans as the Winchesters. The larger angel grace had to be his father while the smaller one he didn't recognize. Actually, the third human pinged on his radar however it resonated with the prophet scroll he had kept and going down the list, apparently Kevin Tran had been activated.

He's musing to himself when he suddenly notices that a female demon had appeared and was fighting against the creatures. Cautiously moving from his perch, Sherlock silently creeps through the underbrush and waits for an opportunity to get past the scuffle. The demon soon beheads the two beings and stands there for a moment before letting out an audible sigh.

"If you're another damn leviathan, I swear I'm going to forgo having my playtime with you and just get it over with." She called and Sherlock paused before checking his wards and making them invisible before teleporting 20 feet away from the demon, out in the open in her line of sight.

"Hello." He greets and the demon narrows her eyes and cocks her head.

"Who the hell are you? You're not part of the goody-goody clan or one of the Dick squad."

"Merely curious." Sherlock says slyly. He'll have to play this one up a bit. "I had the administration here on my list on quite some time to take care of however these things must have done my job for me. It's such a pain when you don't even get to play with your victims before they're taught their lesson."

The demon paused and suddenly grinned.

"A Trickster in this neck of the woods? Surely you know that Loki is here, right? I thought all of you went underground while things went to hell." She asked cockily and Sherlock left himself scoff.

"I've been on vacation for a good while there sweetie." He materialized a candy bar and began to eat it, swallowing before he talked again. "I'm just getting started and everyone knows that Loki was one of the God Squad and got himself killed by the Christian devil a few years back."

"Looks like you're a little rusty. Apparently he's been hiding out until recently when these dickweeds," she kicked one of the corpses, "started popping up thanks to Clarence."

He raised an eyebrow. "Clarence?"

"An angel who went haywire who looks like a character from a Christmas movie. Still doesn't get the reference." The demon said with a shrug.

"So…" Sherlock drawled, moving closer to the demon, keeping an eye on here, "if the angels are here, then why are you?"

"I'm the distraction." She replied with a roll of her eyes. "The Winchesters are here to shut down the Leviathans for good and once they kill the head honcho then whoever does so gets sent to Purgatory. Crowley has been looking forward to this for weeks and I just want the assholes to get sent to another dimension."

Sherlock processed this information. 'That isn't good whatsoever. Does father even know about this?'

"Well, thank you my dear for the warning. I'm afraid we never introduced ourselves. I am Veles."

The demon grinned madly.

"Meg."

"Pleasure to meet you."

They shook hands and with a quick flick of his other wrist, he summoned his archangel blade and held her firmly as he stabbed her in the heart, killing her instantly. "It was also a pleasure doing business with you."

Stepping over her corpse, Sherlock entered the facility. As far as he was concerned, his own personal mission had been completed but knowing that his father and the Winchesters were here left him a bit wary. Cloaking himself again so he was invisible, he quietly crept through the halls and pulled his gun. Granted, he didn't need one seeing as he could use his grace if absolutely necessary or his blade, but there was still something satisfying through using the gun instead of getting close to the enemy.

He was tense as he traversed the empty building, finding traces of the humans through things like beheaded corpses, casings, and a little bit of blood here and there. He was slightly worried, at least until he finally located his father. It seemed that Gabriel was fighting hand to hand for some reason and Sherlock found that he was actually worried.

It took another couple minutes before he finally stumbled upon the room the group was fighting in. Watching from the outside, Sherlock observed as Gabriel had just decapitated a leviathan dodged another one who attempted to punch him in the chest. Dean was doing good work as well, throwing a chemical on the creatures who burned instantly.

"That should be the last of this bunch." Gabriel sighed as the last leviathan in the room went down. Dean nodded as he threw some more chemical on the corpses.

"I hope to god they are. We should be running into Dick soon."

Gabriel nodded until he suddenly froze. There was something off about the room and with the amount of bullshit that was going on today, he wasn't going to take his chances. Dean, noticing that Gabriel went silent, tensed and raised his weapon.

Knowing he was detected, he allowed himself to become visible and walked inside. Gabriel's breath caught.

"Sherlock?!" Dean exclaimed, lowering the weapon for a moment before raising it again. "How do we know you're the real deal?" Gabriel frowned but he couldn't help but feel a little hope that is son had finally decided to show up again.

"What do you want me to do?" Sherlock asked, glancing between the two men.

"Do you bleed red?" Dean asked and Sherlock pulled out a switchblade he'd kept on him and cut his palm, revealing red blood. That was all it took for Gabriel let out a whine and literally tackle his son.

"Where the hell have you been! You scared the shit out of me, kid! I thought someone might have gotten a hold of you and I wouldn't have been able to tell!"

Sherlock frowned as he withstood the embrace.

"A few weeks meditating on Mount Everest and training my powers by taking out the leftover branches of Moriarty's legion. I happened to use your favorite kind of 'just desserts' to do so since I didn't want to alert any supernatural beings that I was an angel."

Gabriel's eyes lit up.

"Are you saying…?!"

Sherlock sighed and let out a resigned smile.

"You may have heard of a Trickster god named Veles 'awakening' and causing trouble around the globe."

Dean's eyes widened.

"That was you?!"

"Guilty."

Gabriel let out a large laugh. "You had it in you the entire time!"

Sherlock let out another shrug but quickly sobered up.

"I ran into a demon outside the facility and she was bragging to Veles about the fact that the Winchesters were going to wipe out the leviathans and themselves in one blow. Apparently the weapon you crafted will take the user of it to purgatory as the leader dies."

Gabriel and Dean frowned.

"Well, shit. Crowley failed to mention that portion of the deal." Dean sighed and Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"I'm honestly not surprised. So, what's our play then?"

"If there's a low level demon around that we could trick into killing Mr. Roman, we could send the idiot to its death without any drawbacks for us." Sherlock suggested and Dean raised an eyebrow.

"How do you expect to do that? They know we're here."

"But they don't know I'm here." Sherlock stressed and let out a grin, "With my wards, I can manipulate them however I choose and only one demon knew that 'Veles' was here and she fell for it before she was taken care of. I've been training myself to use illusions for disguises while I've been gone."

Gabriel frowned and appraised his son.

"I applaud the effort, but who would you disguise yourself as?"

"Crowley of course."

Gabriel groaned. "I hope to Dad that you've never met that bastard."

"No, but if we use Dean's memories of him to make a construct, I could mimic him enough to fool a minion. We could 'incapacitate' Dean as well so it doesn't know what's going on."

Dean thought for a moment before nodding. "We'd have to make sure that Crowley isn't going to magically appear, but it sounds like a good plan." Gabriel gawked at the two of them.

"You cannot be serious. There are so many things that could go wrong with this plan."

"Do you have another one that doesn't involve one of us in Purgatory? I would send in an illusion to do the deed however I'm not entirely sure if I would still be pulled into Purgatory since it would be an essence of me and this is one thing which I wouldn't like to experiment with." Sherlock replied and Gabriel grimaced.

"How the hell did you get so good at illusions, then?"

"Practice. Well, that and the fact that I got the time alone to go to my mind palace. I had to completely rebuild since everything was in rubble since St. Bart's. It's the reason why I was acting like an idiot when learning how to control my abilities. I even had to build a new structure, my mind temple, to house all of my supernatural knowledge! Since then everything has come naturally and I may have tested out a good number of illusion worlds on Moriarty's men. I tried out a variety of things, such as disguises. John always said I had an affinity for them…"

Gabriel stared and Sherlock before letting out a groan.

"You'll have to show me your mind castle or whatever so I can figure out how you work for future reference. For now, go ahead and play dress up."

The young archangel huffed in indignation and walked up to Dean and poked him in the middle of his forehead, catching the hunter by surprise. Sherlock snapped his fingers and suddenly an exact replica of Crowley stood in front of them. Dean blinked.

"That's messed up."

Gabriel walked around the replica and clucked his tongue.

"Pretty good kid. Can you do the eyes thing right?"

'Crowley' blinked and with a grin, the eyes were completely red.

"Is this proof enough for you, boys? I mean, Moose is probably out there all alone right now." Dean shuddered and even Gabriel looked impressed.

"Alright. Just want to adjust your wards so it'll radiate the same aura that the king of hell would."

Sherlock raised his wrist and the bracelets materialized. Gabriel held his hand over them until he was satisfied that they would work. He then held out his other hand which held a leather strap.

"Can you at least wear this so I can find you if need be? You scared the shit out of me when you left it last time, kid."

Sherlock let out a smirk but accepted the last piece of his 'armor' so to speak. It could prove beneficial to keep on him to prove his identity in the future. With the last spell piece in place, he vanished the jewelry.

"I just need the knife and I'll be on my merry way. I would suggest that either of you summon the actual Crowley so we don't run into a dreadful situation."

Dean handed over the knife and Sherlock gave him a mocking smile.

"Thanks love."

With that, Sherlock disappeared and Dean stood there shell-shocked. Gabriel wasn't faring much better.

"He is scary good at that."

"I have a feeling that my kid was a theater dork as a kid."

"…..alright. You summon Crowley and I'll go make sure that Sammy doesn't stab our decoy."

"Got it Deano."