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Gabriel had spent millions of years hiding from his brothers only to be killed by Lucifer while he attempted to protect two of Daddy’s favorites. He wasn’t sure why he like the Winchesters so much. Actually, it was Sam he liked. Gabriel was fine with killing Dean over and over and over again. Not like he would ever do anything like that…again.
Anyways, dear old Dad resurrected him with the help of Auntie Amara. The fact that Amara was out of her box was enough to cause Gabriel to do a double take but Dad always knew what was best. He found out in short order that this was Dean’s fault. It was beside the point that Sam, Castiel, Crowley, and Gabriel’s guilty pleasure of Rowena all helped. It was Dean’s fault and that was that.
Dad had a reason for resurrecting him and it wasn’t to continue his reign has trickster. Nope, it was for his parenting skills. Gabriel had raised three tykes as Loki and God thought he did a good job. Some people might argue that one but they all seemed well adjusted considering and Hell even got its name from his daughter. Gabriel was something of a proud father. Which brought him back to why he was alive again.
The Men of Letters London, AKA one of Gabriel’s favorite dick targets, was part of the reason. Prior to Gabriel’s death, he enjoyed messing with them. He stole their tea. He wrote sigils to turn their tea to salt. He changed all of their books to Enochian. He poisoned their first born. He killed their significant others… slowly and oddly. Gabriel’s personal favorite was the one that died in a blueberry orchard puffed up like a large round blueberry. Admittedly, he stole the idea from Willy Wonka, but it was still funny to him.
These douche bags, who haven’t had their douchery checked since Gabriel died, got ahold of Sam and cast a spell (that somehow wasn’t in Enochian) and regressed Sam back to that of a three-year-old. It was permanent or so he was told. Gabriel was 99 percent sure Dad could reverse it because Dad was God or Auntie Amara could. But that didn’t seem like that was going to happen.
Gabriel got resurrected to look after a little Sam in a big Sam body. He didn’t know if Sam would grow up again or if he would be like this forever. Gabriel also didn’t know why Dad didn’t just have Mary Winchester raise her son since Amara brought her back. It didn’t matter, though, because Gabriel had to meet his little boy after he rescued Sammy of course.
It was easy enough to find Sam. The little boy was in the Men of Letters bunker in London. He removed all of the wardings and zapped in the kids of the assholes into the bunker with him. Gabriel whistled until he had their attention. The blonde bitch that kidnapped Sam came into view first. He smiled at her and snapped his fingers as he sent her and her son on a boat in the middle of the ocean stocked with candy and soda.
He sent over members and their kid to third world countries, war-torn countries, and one pair he even dumped in the queen’s underground bunker after he set the alarm off. All said, it would take a while to get the Men of Letters London back up to speed. He turned his attention to the books in their library and with a flash of his eyes, he burned every single one of them. He burned every record, every note card, everything that contained any of the data they collected. He destroyed all of their treasures, all of their cursed objects, all of their secrets. They were no longer keepers of the word, rather, they were rich assholes with a bunker now.
Gabriel smote the monsters they kept on lockdown and then he finally reached Sammy. Not only did they regress Sammy to the age of three, they also changed him up like an animal and left him in a dark room. Sammy’s eyes glowed yellow. It was an indicator that Sam had never been quite human, no matter how much he tried to normal. Gabriel used his grace to snap Sam and himself out of the bunker and to a safe house no one could ever find. Before he left to let Sam live out his life in safety, Gabriel used his grace to burn the houses of the Men of Letters to the ground. All of the Men of Letters, every single one from around the world.
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Sam blinked around where he was. He didn’t get it really. He was in a scary place now he was some place different and he didn’t know how he got here. Sam started crying as he looked at the man next to him. He whined, “Daddy?”
The man blinked a couple times and repeated, “Da.. Daddy?”
Sam threw his arms around the man and sniffled, “Daddy.”
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Gabriel pressed two fingers to Sam’s forehead and put the kid to sleep. Then he yelled, “Dad.”
His dad actually showed up which was impressive in and of itself. Chuck asked nervously, “Yes Gabriel? You seem angry.”
Gabriel sighed and ran a hand over his face. He explained calmly, “I am not mad. It’s just.. Why is Sam calling me Daddy? Why isn’t Mary Winchester taking care of him? Or you know, his actual father?”
Chuck smiled and walked over to Sam. He brushed a hand through Sam’s hair and Gabriel watched Chuck pull out the pieces of Sam that made him unclean and unhuman. It left Sam being nothing but human. No demon blood. No taint to his soul. Just the soul of a young boy and one that still remembered everything. Chuck didn’t remove Sam’s memories of the cage, of the torture, of his entire family dying, of all the times as an adult and a child Sam failed his big brother. All of that was still inside Sam’s mind.
After Chuck was done, he stepped away from Sam. Chuck sounded sad, “It is because of the spell. They wanted to lure Lucifer so they did this. The spell makes Sam believe that an archangel, the first one he sees, to be his father. I didn’t want Lucifer to get to him. Michael and Rafael would just kill him. Lucifer would torture and then kill him. So that left you, I know you liked Sam and now is your chance to raise him.”
Gabriel stared for a moment and asked, “So he will grow up?”
Chuck nodded and smiled, “Yes, he will. I could reverse the spell, but letting it play out will make his soul stronger and shine brighter.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes and muttered, “Like the Morning Star.”
Chuck smiled and admitted, “I made Sam as I made Lucifer. Sam is what Lucifer was before the mark changed him. Sam will never have the mark. He is good and I am certain you will be a good father to him.”
Gabriel nodded and stated, “And I am sure Deano is going to be A-Okay with me raising his baby brother.”
Chuck laughed, “No, he won’t be. But let Sam grow up before you worry about Dean.”
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Gabriel zapped himself back to his safe house. He glanced at the sleeping overgrown child on the floor. He knew he had to get Sam into bed. Humans were rather temperamental about that sort of thing. Gabriel wandered into an empty bedroom. He’d used it as a sex playroom, his own candy store, and a dungeon to torment people. Now, though, he had to make it the perfect little boy’s room.
He snapped his fingers and created a twin size bed and a desk. Gabriel frowned and snapped his fingers again making the bed full size. Sam was a large man and twin size bed wouldn’t be large enough if Sam wanted to cuddle. Gabriel tried to think of what theme the room should be done in. Dragons were out because Sam had actually killed a dragon. He supposed that made Sam a knight but he didn’t want to trigger any nightmares. The boy was terrified of clowns so that was out.
Gabriel thought back to all of his time spying on Sam. Sam had a love of the stars in the sky. He snapped his fingers and the walls were a painted in a vibrant aurora and the ceiling was covered in the stars. He opted for bedding that matched the aurora. It did look a little dark to Gabriel so he snapped up a stuffed dog that was just the right cuddling size for Sam. With that in mind, he created a toy box. It was empty for now but once he knew the toys the boy wanted it would be filled. Then as an afterthought, Gabriel created a bookshelf and filled it with picture books and books with short stories.
He made his way out into the living room and used his grace to wake Sam up. It was cheating but he didn’t want to scare the boy. Sam was in a strange place, after all. Sam blinked his eyes open at him and frowned. Then the tears started, “I tried, Daddy.”
Gabriel smiled and was glad he was an angel. He easily picked up the six foot four man as Sam wrapped his arms around him. Gabriel knew they must look ridiculous but no one was here to judge them. He rocked Sam in his arms as he walked back to the bedroom. He said softly, “Let me get my little boy to bed then.”
Sam buried his face in Gabriel’s neck and protested weakly, “No!”
Gabriel chuckled and laid Sam down on the bed. The tears stopped as Sam took in the room. That bought Gabriel enough time to get pajamas and a diaper for Sam. He didn’t want Sam waking up in a soiled bed. Granted, he could use his grace to fix it but he didn’t want Sam to fret. Gabriel made his way back to Sam and started undressing the boy.
Sam was compliant and didn’t fuss. Even when he was naked a boy, he still just laid there and took in the room. Gabriel stared at Sam’s junk for a moment. He suspected the hair might cause a rash. Gabriel really wanted to avoid unnecessary problems. He touched Sam’s hip and used his grace to remove it. Sam didn’t even notice which he was grateful for. He had no idea how he would explain vanishing pubic hair. That said, he did make sure that the unwanted hair wouldn’t grow back until he decided. Perks of being an angel.
He secured the diaper around his boy and pulled on some pajama pants. They were a plain dark blue but Sam’s night sure had a picture of Saturn on it. Gabriel didn’t use a picture humans took of Saturn for his boy. Nope, it was one of his favorites from his collection that he took long before Sam was ever born and long before humans invented the camera.
Once his boy was dressed, he helped Sam under the covers and handed him his stuffed dog. He brushed Sam’s hair back and said softly, “Get some rest, Champ.”
Sam pouted and clutched the stuffed dog, “De?”
Gabriel continued brushing his hand through Sam’s hair. He kept his voice gentle. “Dean isn’t here. He’s away on very important business.”
Sam shook his head and whined. He pointed at himself and said sternly for a three-year-old, “De take care of Sammy.”
Gabriel chuckled and kissed Sam’s forehead. The boy looked at him confused for a moment then Gabriel said softly but firmly, “No Sammy, Daddy takes care of Sammy.” He paused and added, “I am and will always take care of you.”
Sam frowned and fidgeted in bed. He looked up at Gabriel and asked innocently, “Bedtime song?”
Gabriel used his grace to turn off the light in the room. Then he lit up the stars on the ceiling. Sam watched the ceiling as Gabriel laid down next to him. Then Gabriel actually started to sing. Angels, particularly Seraphs, were known to sing their praise to God. Singing would be more Castiel’s thing than his. He was an archangel. He was supposed to be a fierce archangel, but for now, he was the father to a human. A very special human. He sang the Enochian alphabet. He figured he would do some testing tomorrow to see if his true voice hurt Sam but for now, he used a very human version of his voice.
He had to sing the alphabet 19 times before the little boy found sleep. Gabriel looked at the sleeping man next to him and he had no idea how to do this right. When Sam grew up again, he didn’t want the man to hate him. Gabriel had no idea why it mattered so much to him, but perhaps it was because his dad gave him back his life to caring for this simple human with a very complicated life.