A.n. I can't believe it! 61 chapters! This is my longest fic to date... Thank you all for keeping up with me. I'm not so sure this is the last we will hear of Gwen, the Earthangel. But for now, we will let her get some R&R. Enjoy this last chapter, my unicorns! Love from Holland!
"This is getting annoying." I sighed. Gabriel had been flexing his wings, playing some kind of peek-a-boo with Cas' wings, and pulling and pushing my wings around, just to check if I really could see them. Then he had started some kind of Twenty questions about them. "I agree with Gwen, Gabriel. You have proven, beyond doubt, that Gwen is indeed capable of seeing all our wings." Dean smirked. "Awe, you guys. Gabe is having fun... let him." Gabe deadpanned. "I'm stumped. I'm going to get answers, right now." He stood up and stretched his wings. "See you in a bit!" He winked and flapped his wings. I could track him, until he dove through the wall. "Cas... where can he find answers to this?" Cas put his index finger to his pouted lips. "I'm not sure, Gwen, but I do know that he is right. You are developing angelic traits in an alarming tempo. Normally, other angels can identify us by our true visage, which they and the demons can see, but sometimes, sensitive angels can identify by smell. Is there a chance you can get a scent that identifies Sam or Dean?" Dean scrambled back. "Heyheyhey... I'm not gonna let her sniff me!" Cas rolled his eyes. "Really, Dean. She wouldn't have to sniff you at all." That didn't soothe him one bit. "Hey, I showered! I shouldn't smell of anything but my showergel!" Surreptiously, I inhaled though my nose. "Hmm. Gunpowder, Holy oil, engine grease and a very typical, woodsy smell." Dean shut his mouth with an audible click. Cas smirked. "Very good. And Sam?" I turned towards the taller man, closed my eyes and inhaled again. "Very similar, except his is gunpowder, Holy oil, old books and sunshine over a fresh oceany scent." Sam blushed, but Cas looked impressed. "Very good. It took me over a year to identify them. Angels are easy, since our Grace keeps us clean. Humans carry lots of smells, but only a few are always around them. Hunters tend to have the gunpowder smell and Holy oil or Holy water, sometimes with deadmansblood if they specialise in vampires, or silver for werewolves or shifters." I smiled. "Good to know."
I caught that whiff of cottoncandy again ans smiled. "Gabe is back!" Then another smell hit me. "He isn't alone... I can smell... Earth, parchment and ink, and... love?" Cas' eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. Then Gabe appeared, a scruffy looking guy next to him. I gasped. "Carver Edlund?!" The brothers blinked and then said in unison: "Chuck?" This was all trumped by Cas, who punched out a breathless: "Dad?" The scruffy beard twitched in a crooked smile. "Correct. All of you." Dean stepped up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... Dad?! You're... God?" The guy smiled more. "Chuck, please. I told you... I'm a God, a cruel, cruel capricious God." Dean ran both his hands through his hair. "I can't believe you!" He started pacing. "I'm sorry, Dean. But I did restore Cas for you, several times. And I allowed Death to get Sam his soul back." Sam scratched the back of his head. "Thank you..." he muttered. Chuck turned to Cas. "How did you know I'm me, son? I haven't turned my power on." Cas frowned, then indicated me. "Gwen. She smelled Earth, parchment and ink, and love. Not a human alive that smells of love." Chuck smiled at me proudly. "Ah, Gwendolyn... my precious Earthangel." I ducked my head and fought the blush crawling up my neck. "See, guys. Gwen is the first Earthangel to develop so much powers. I'm curious what life will bring for you. I hope you and Gabe get to have a long life." Gabe spluttered, but Chuck just kept smiling benevolently. "I know about you two. Hell, everyone in this Bunker knows." I glanced around, only to meet wide grins. "Duh, Dad. Gwen told them." Gabe groused. "Because you messed with them. I think she's good for you. Keep you on your toes." This was met with laughter from the Winchesters and Cas. Gabe stuck out his tongue at them, and I started to giggle. Even God was on my side here.
Sam and Dean waved us off. Gabe knew of a nice cabin in the woods of Kansas. We were going to live there, and help out the brothers when they would need it. Would this be permanent? I didn't know, nor did Gabe, but with his Father in the shadows, we would be safe enough. Gabe haar grumbled and groused about taking Handsome, but I wasn't going to let him gather dust in the Bunker, just because Gabe could fly. Besides, I might want or need to get out, while he was off doing his guardian angel stuff. He had filled me in on his other winged charge, Adrienne, who was taking care of her dead sister's children and delivered mail, and Samson, the little boy whose soul was made up from Samandriël's Grace. Regardless of his own opinion of himself, Gabriel was a good guardian and had a loving heart, and I was glad that he found a special place for me in it. Did I expect a 'happily ever after'? Nope. I knew we would fight, bicker and snark at eachother, but I also knew I loved him more than life. For me that would have to be enough.