The song here is "Decode" by Paramore
Decode
This could become worse than the apocalypse. It won't just be destruction, but Hell on Earth, literally. Clara the Cambion Queen of Hell and her child with Crowley, also a Cambion, will conquer humanity with their unlimited power and Crowley would unleash his demons and Hellhounds on all the souls. The angels would never stand a chance. Not when they can't get along and focus. The problem was that they needed to be led and some couldn't be bothered and they go off and do their own thing. Heck, Hell was more organized than Heaven! Now that is bad.
Gabriel walked down a dirt road that was apparently the least travelled, his mind swirling with concerns. Hell had the upper hand and could obliterate everyone and everything if Clara was in a really bad mood.
"Gabriel?" said a voice that he's never heard full of fear. He turned and saw Nerilla standing there, looking afraid. He felt angry that she didn't tell him everything, but worst was the fact she wasn't as loyal to him as she was to Clara. "I couldn't tell you. I'll protect the baby with my last breath, you have to know that." She added and Gabriel's anger began to fade.
"You don't have to tell me, I can see it." he said as he began approaching her. He could see that fear slowly vanishing from her face and her eyes, but it lingered still. "You don't have to worry about me being an enemy. I couldn't let anyone kill Clara when she was a baby. I feel the same way about her child." He added and opened his arms with a slight grin, knowing that Nerilla needed something to let her know that they still had a relationship.
She virtually threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"But I have to level out the playing field." He said and when she pulled back to meet his eyes, she frowned as if trying to read his facial expression to better understand. "When Gadreel broke Metatron's spell, he restored a Nephilim's soul to Earth. Once I help the angels to sort out their differences and get them to put aside their opinions of her as being an abomination, I think they could stand a chance against a Hell attack with the Nephilim. Now, she may not be as strong as Clara, but I think she could be uselful." He said and Nerilla continued to frown at him as if he had lost her.
She broke away from him and when her frown softened, the fear had returned to her eyes along with a hint of pain.
"We'll be playing for separate teams." She said and Gabriel tried to reassure her that they'd still be together, but she lifted up her hand. "Crowley was right about you. I never thought I'd say it, but he was right." She said and before he could argue, she disappeared, leaving him to stand there, listening to the silence that surrounded him.
He just planned on setting the angels on the right path and getting them to accept the Nephilim. If they did, maybe they could train her. She'd never be as strong as Clara, but he was willing to bet that she'd surprise the angels somehow. It's not that he was going to fight with them; he had left the family eons ago! It wasn't the same; he'd never go back. It's just that if he doesn't step up and organize Heaven, who will? Castiel? He couldn't lead a gang of girl scouts if he tried, let alone Heaven. He was better at being Heaven's rebel than its leader. However, out of all the angels, he's the only one with a hint of leadership.
Regardless of what Nerilla said, although it bothered him, he had to locate the Nephilim and try. Honestly, it was a long shot, but he had to try. What else was he going to do? Nerilla will probably come around and eventually see that he wasn't playing a part in this inevitable war. He just leveled out the playing field, like he said he would; making it a fair fight.
In order to locate the Nephilim, he knew just the spell to use to find it, but he'd have to conjure some holy water. He knelt down to the ground, drew a sigil in the dirt and once he conjured the holy water, poured it into the sigil. There, he'd be able to see the Nephilim in his mind and know exactly where to find her.
There she was, Jane, working late at a restaurant, turning her head and looking at him as if she sensed him.
He stood up and dragged his foot through the sigil, destroying it and ending the location spell. He rolled his shoulders and crossed all those miles within a second, appearing at that very same restaurant.
Gabriel opened the door and walked in and took the nearest booth, grabbing a menu and looking at it. As if she knew who had found her, Jane walked up to him and glared at him.
"I don't want trouble, okay? I'm seeing a pattern here. First angels I meet kill me and then another resurrects me. If you're here to kill me, forget it. I'm tired of playing the game of life." She said and when Gabriel looked up at her with a slight grin, she seemed somewhat stunned, as if she wasn't sure what to make of him.
"What can you do?" he asked her and she remained silent for a few seconds, playing with the pen and pad of paper in her hand.
"Look upon an angel's true form." She replied and his grin turned into a smirk.
"And?" he asked her and she looked around at the costumers as if she felt foolish, then back at him with a bit of concern in her eyes.
"Strength unlike that of humans." She answered and he nodded and looked back at the menu. Someone called out to her, but she told them she'd be there shortly. "What do you want?" she asked him.
"I'm hoping to get the angels to accept you and vice versa." He said and when he looked up at her, there was a smirk on her face and she rolled her eyes. She wiped her cheek and her smirk turned into a smile, as if she was about to laugh. When she glanced at him, she still didn't know what to make of him.
"That'll never happen." She said and he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm an abomination, remember?" she said and walked away, ignoring him. He nodded and left the restaurant.
Yeah, it was a long shot, but he still had to try. A Nephilim might just be what Heaven needs. If Hell embraced a Cambion, Heaven could do the same with Jane.