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So, the boys are gonna help Gabe keep the baby safe. Yay for that!

Now, what will they face next?

Sit back and find out!

Love always,

Avoline

Gabriel hissed as he healed the worst of his wounds, trying to keep from watching Sam sew Castiel's wounds. The group of angels were tougher than the two had anticipated, and Gabe was distracted when one of them mentioned Hannah. Thankfully, they were unaware that she was pregnant, which kept him from completely loosing it. But it threw him off long enough for three of the group to lay a beating on him.

"You look like hell," Dean exclaimed as he wandered in. Gabe rolled his eyes.

"Thanks for being so concerned," he snapped, the last of the bruises fading. "I'm fine by the way. Just got my ass beat by three of my little brothers while Cassie took on the other five." He scoffed and rose to his feet. "How's Hannah?" Dean shot him a glare before settling down at a table.

"About as well as any woman can be who's six months pregnant," he answered. "Weird craving, insane mood swings, and getting her ribs kicked by your kid." Gabriel grinned at that one. "And griping that your idea of acceptable names are insanely long." The angel shrugged.

"Part of my nature," he responded, helping Cas with his wounds. "Most of us angels have weird ass names anyway. Hopefully she doesn't worry herself into early labor." The darker angel nodded his gratitude, and the blond turned towards Dean. "There were only three of us with what you humans would call normal names." Emotion gripped his heart, and he wished his brothers were there with him.

"And I'm looking at the only one left," Dean muttered, his voice laced with sympathy. "If I were in your shoes, I'd be a wreck." Gabe chuckled, smiling at his friend.

"When you're me, you learn to put yourself together, and quick," he replied, stepping past the hunter and towards the room he shared with Hannah. It wasn't that he didn't believe Dean. He just could not relax until he saw for himself that she was okay. The baby could come at any minute, or so he thought. Sam assured him every day that children aren't born this early often, but Gabriel couldn't quit worrying to save his life.

Seemed like no matter what, his child was in danger.

A relieved smile crossed his face at the sight of his girlfriend napping on the bed. He gently sat on the edge, combing a strand of hair behind her ear (as best he could) before placing his hand against her stomach. Their child was strong, and she was just as strong. The nausea and morning sickness had passed, and Hannah was showing signs of being a wonderful mother already. He knew she would be, but to see it before his own eyes filled him with love.

She shifted beneath his touch, and he gently removed his hand. He would allow her to sleep for as long as she pleased.

He wandered back into the library, accepting the beer Sam had offered and taking a seat at the table.

"Too bad she doesn't want to know the gender," the giant of a man piped up. "Might help with picking out a name." Gabriel chuckled a bit before taking a sip.

"I think we're gonna stick to variations of my brother's names," he informed. "Michelle Lucile if it's a girl. Which I really like, actually." Sam smiled, and Gabe knew if the shoe was on the other foot, the human would do the same.

"You'll have to home school it, so the oddness of the name shouldn't be an issue," he mentioned. The archangel grinned.

"Bitch, please," he teased. "I know a guy who can get any document I need made. Already got him working on a few for me, so I'll be legit."

"Well, shit, I need his number," Dean laughed, sitting next to Gabriel. "Is he going to forge some for the baby?"

"Yep," the golden-eyed man answered. "Me and it will be legit."

"By the way," Sam interrupted. "You never mentioned what it's name would be if it was a boy." A sad glint shimmered in the Trickster's gaze.

"Ralph Michael," he replied. "It's as close to Raphael as we could get. They were dicks, Raph being the worst, but they were still my brothers." He shifted to look at Dean. "Michael was the best of us. Loyal and obedient, but not as bad as you would think." The hunter shrugged and took a sip of beer.

"Lucifer didn't seem that bad," he countered. "Just pissed as hell at Michael. I don't think he ever intended to hurt you." The trio sat in silence.

"Only one of us that knows that is Samoose," Gabe responded lightly, shifting to gaze at the taller man. "M'sure you don't really wanna revisit that." Sam shrugged.

"I'm okay with it all, really," he answered. "And, no. Hurting you was never a possibility until you put yourself in the situation. I don't think he was aware that, either way, you suffered." The angel stared at the bottle in his hand. "You okay?"

"He wanted the same thing I did," Gabriel stated quietly. "He just wanted the family we remembered back. Unlike me, though, he knew it was impossible." He sighed. "If I had just stayed away-"

"Kali would be dead," Dean interrupted. "We would be dead. The apocalypse would have happened. And you would be kicking yourself for not at least trying." Their eyes met, and Gabriel could see a small twinge of regret in the green orbs. "Honestly, none of it would have happened if I had just listened to Sam and kept driving."

"Look, we can play the blame game all day," Sam piped in. "But we can't change any of it. What's done is done. All we can do is focus on the now. Which is a pregnant woman carrying a Nephilim, which we know nothing about except it's half angel, half human." The celestial being smiled.

"Then we can all learn together."