Gabriel chuckled at that, but all too soon his handsome face got serious again. "No... She is no freak, no monster. Just an Earthangel." A what?! Stumped, I sat back down in my chair. "What's that?" Sam asked, voicing my very thoughts, and probably Dean and Cas' too. Gabriel tipped his glass at him. "Good question. Amazing answer. You all prepared for a shocker?" He seemed to enjoy himself immensely. He snuggled down in his chair and sipped his drink before saying: "You know how humans die, and then their souls go either to Heaven or Hell." This was greeted with eyerolls and sighs and a muttered "Dûh..." from Dean. Gabriel ignored it all. "Well, what happens when an angel kicks the proverbial bucket?" He looked at each of us, but honestly, I didn't know, and by the looks on the guys faces, neither did they.
Gabriel grinned. "No takers? Lemme tell ya! They go to Heaven!" He spread his hands as if it was obvious. "No they don't." Cas said in his gravelly voice. "That would have been known. Angels would just have appeared in their corner again. That can not be unnoticed." Gabe gestured with his glass at him. "AHAH! But they didn't appear in their corner, because when an angel gets the axe, they end up in a very special, very secret and secluded piece of Heaven. Once there, there are three things that can happen." He counted them off on his fingers. "One... They get a memory reset, and are booted back to finish their task." He wiggled his eyebrows at Cas. "I'm looking at you kid. You tend to do that a lot! Stay alive for a while, huh?" Cas looked abashed, but Gabriel relentlessly pushed on. "Two... They decide to stay and, like humans, they will get their own home in that secluded bit of Heaven, designed just for them. Did you know Balthy has a mixed gender stripclub for his Heaven? Drinks are on the house too!"
Dean looked impressed, Sam amused and Cas smirked. "That does sound like him." Gabriel smiled too. "And finally three... They choose to live as humans. They get a full memory wipe and are recycled into a human. The soul of that human is made from the angel's Grace. It's not Grace anymore, but a real soul." I felt tiny. How could my soul be made from an angel's Grace? Gabriel smiled at me. "They don't have any angelic traits or powers, but if they live a good life, they can develop some special skills. They can become Empaths, or psychics. Or, like Gwen, they get visions. Most angels that decide to recycle, are the ones like Samandriël, that wanted to be like the humans think we are. Protectors, guardians and miracle do-ers."