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So Gabriel really loves Hannah. Ready to see how far he's willing to go for her?

Sit back and find out!

Love always,

Avoline

"What do you mean you don't know how to put one of these together?"

Gabriel glared at Dean as pieces of what's supposed to be a crib were scattered around them. Castiel and Sam were checking Hannah for something called gestational diabetes, which he assumed would be bad if she had it. That left Dean to help him put together a crib. Thankfully they had picked one up for cheap nearby, but now they were stuck trying to figure out how to put it together.

"Ben was like eight when I met him," the green eyed man answered. "I've never had to deal with putting one together!"

"Why not read the directions," the archangel suggested. "I know that's rich coming from me, but now would be an excellent time to try something new." Dean huffed and shot the angel a look and could only mean trouble.

"If you hadn't went and got some random chick pregnant in the first place-"

Dean never got to finish his statement. Despite the height difference, Gabriel had the hunter held against the wall by his throat, and was none to gently cutting off his oxygen supply. The golden eyes were filled with rage, and he was snarling at the pathetic human.

"You listen to me, and you listen well," he growled. "She's not some random chick. She's the woman I love. And she is carrying my child. So you would take care to watch your tongue." He released the green eyed man and stalked back to the pieces of the crib and located the directions.

"Dude, sorry," Dean croaked when he finally caught his breath. "Wasn't aware you cared that much about her." Gabriel sighed and turned to his friend.

"I do care," he responded softly. "And if I had been smart, we wouldn't be in this position. Now, we're putting together a crib that I'm not sure will even get used, and Cas is keeping an eye on the health of someone who might not even survive this. And that scares me more than anything." He sat down and stared at the concrete floor. "If I lose her, it'll kill me. If our child doesn't survive, it'll destroy her. She's always wanted to be a mother, so even with the risk of dying, this is a dream come true for her."

"And if you lose them both," Dean questioned cautiously. The golden haired man lifted his eyes until their gazes met.

"It'll devastate me," he answered. "Dean, I need her, and that child is just as much a part of her as it is a part of me." He fought back the tears, even thought he was sure the elder Winchester could see them. "And she's become family. I haven't felt like I've had a family since standing up to Lucifer. And now he and Michael are gone, home is locked up tight, and the angels are split into two different factions. She's all I have."

"Hey," the other man interrupted. "Don't say that. You've still got me, Sam, and Cas. We're all any of us have left. And we'll get her and the baby through this, you hear me? So, now that we've got this negative thinking out of the way, let's not think like that again." Gabriel couldn't help but chuckle.

"You have a unique way with words," he laughed.

"So I've been told," Dean replied. "Now, let's get this crib together before we wind up trying to kill each other."

They had just put the crib mattress in when Sam walked in.

"Well, got some good news and some not so good news," he began. Gabriel turned to him, anxious enough as it was.

"And," he inquired.

"Good news is we know what's wrong," the taller man began. "Bad news is that it's gestational diabetes." The angel tried to keep his fear at bay.

"So no sugar," he stated dumbly.

"It's not just the sugar, Gabe," Dean piped up. "She'll have to change her whole diet to keep her blood sugar levels where they should be. Otherwise, it could be harmful for her and the baby." The shorter blond bit his lip. "It's not that bad. Yeah, the food sucks, but she's not in any big danger. Only real danger is she'll give birth to a really heavy baby." Gabriel started to speak, but stopped himself.

Dean was only doing what he was good at: making the danger seem less than it really was. And if Dean was downplaying the danger, it meant he was scared as well. It wouldn't do any good to argue. If Dean wanted to stay generally optimistic, then it was probably a good idea to follow his lead. It usually worked out in the Winchester's favor when they thought that way.

"Okay," he muttered as he exhaled. "I can deal. She and I can do this."

"If it's any help, it really won't hurt for all of us to take on the diet change," Sam offered. "It'll be healthier for us, really."

"Thanks, Samsquach, but you guys really don't have to," the trickster countered. "She's my girlfriend. I'll make all the necessary changes with her."

"Gabe, we're doing this whether you like it or not," Dean argued. "Even me, and I hate giving up the stuff I love. But if you've got to give up sweets, I can give up whatever I have to give up." Gabriel shifted his eyes from Dean to Sam, then back again.

They didn't have to do this. She was his responsibility, not theirs. This was his child, the love of his life. They didn't have to drag themselves into it like this. They'd already done enough. He already owed them his life and them some for bringing her here; even more for not ramming an angel blade through him when they found out she was pregnant. Yet they were willing to do more.

"Guys," he forced out, "you don't have to."

"Gabriel, it would be cruel of us not to," Sam tossed back gently. "She's got the same appetite as the rest of us. Eating something she loves in front of her, knowing she can't have it. That's a whole new level of evil. And we might not be the best of people, but even we aren't that mean."

"Sam wasn't that mean when his soul was still in the cage with your brothers," Dean chimed in.

Gabriel was overwhelmed with emotion. If this is what family felt like, he never wanted to live without it.