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Gabriel was sitting at his desk with Hannah opposite him going over all the new angels' info. The visit, though he liked to think of it as more of a raid, to Bartholomew's headquarters had gone as well as to be expected. He had entered with his usual flair flanked by both Hannah and Ephraim, neither of which had been willing to let him go alone, which he had to confess was rather amusing. Anyway he had appeared and commandeered the internal speaker system through which he had declared that he was there and that he had decided to take control of the host. Any angel that wished to join him was to come now. Of course that brought pretty much every angel in the building running, including Barty, who hadn't seemed quite so sanguine with the plan. He even tried to have Gabriel caught so he could kill him. Not that worked, in fact all the got Bartholomew was Gabriel standing behind him with his angel blade at his throat. He had given the other angel a chance to join him. To work with him to return them all to heaven, but Bartholomew, drunk on power and the belief he could best the archangel had declined the generous offer quite vehemently. Though less in words and more in trying to stab him. Thus Gabriel did the only thing he could and now there was one less angel in the world, and one more whose blood was on his blade and in his conscience. He did not like having to kill his brothers and sisters. It wasn't right. They shouldn't be fighting each other but fighting evil. In all shapes and forms. But be that as it may, it had happened and Bartholomew was dead, his followers were now finding places within the host under Gabriel's command.

He wished more than anything that that would be the last angel he would have to kill, but he was sure that it would not be. After all there was still Malachi out there and his faction to bring back to into the fold.

And so now here he was, pretending to listen to Hannah as she went on about how they had all organised themselves. He would have put in suggestions, but he had been away for so long he no longer had any idea of who had done what before the fall. Hannah on the other hand seemed to be well up with current events and such, so he knew it was all in good hands. He was just about to congratulate her on all her hard work when his phone started to ring. Jumping he pulled it out of his pocket and checked the caller ID, not that there was much doubt in who it would be, he was just wondering which Winchester was calling. He worked on the assumption that if it was Sam then it was probably serious, if it was Dean then it was probably about Cas. It was Dean.

"I've gotta take this call Hannah. So talk later yeah?" He said standing and removing the angel from his office and slamming the door in her face before hitting the answer button.

"Dean-o, to what do I owe the pleasure." He said with his cheery voice hoping to dad that nothing had happened to Castiel.

"Hello Gabriel." came the voice down the line. It was a voice that definitely didn't below to either of the Winchesters.

"Hey Cassie, how's things?" He asked a genuine warmth coming into his tone at the sound of his brother's voice and the feel of a weight being lifted from his shoulders. It seemed his brother had forgiven him, or at least he hoped he had. He was at least talking to him, which was always a good place to start.

"They're great, I helped a soul get to heaven." Castiel replied the childish excitement ringing loud and clear in his tone making Gabriel smile as he closed his eyes and imagined the smile that was lighting his brother's face right now.

"Oh yeah? Tell me all about it little bro." He said making himself comfortable in his chair with a wide smile on his lips as Castiel did exactly that.

Outside his office Hannah leaned against the wall in shock. She had not meant to listen in on her commander's private conversation, but she had not got away before she heard him speak. Heard him say the nick name he used for Dean Winchester as recorded in the Winchester gospels. Of course once she knew who he was talking to she had to listen, Dean had already been responsible for one rift in heaven, and she did not want him to be responsible for another. But then she heard the child's voice down the line, it was a voice she had not heard since she too was a fledging. It was Castiel, but not the one that she knew now, but the one she had known then. She listened as she heard Gabriel's voice soften and an acre formed inside her. She remembered that voice, the way it had spoken to her when she was young, the love and care that the archangel who possessed it had given her and so many others. It was then that she realised two things. The first being that this, Castiel as a fledging, was the reason Gabriel was doing what he was doing, and second, that that voice told her that no matter what happened this time, Gabriel would not be leaving them again, he had found who he used to be and would not be losing it again any time soon. With this realisation she moved away from his office and issued an order that Gabriel was not to be disturbed by anyone. She had no idea how Castiel had reverted to a fledging though she imagined it was connected to the spell Metatron had used to throw them from heaven, what she did know was that Gabriel was protecting him. And she, his second in command, would do the same. And strangely enough she realised that while any other fledging being looked after by humans would have chilled her to the bone and make her go and extract them from them, Castiel being looked after by the righteous man seemed the right thing to do. For all his faults, and in her mind he had many, Dean Winchester would not let any harm come to fledging Castiel that she knew. With that she put all these thought from her mind and went back to work, she had her job to do in organising the angels who had joined them, she would leave Gabriel to working out how to get them home.