(I don't own Supernatural. And here we are, finishing my longest story written so far, and on my birthday to boot. But, I've gotta admit, all of you readers are more of a gift than I could ever get. Especially my favorite reviewer who stuck with me till the end (three cheers for Hectatess), and everybody else who read and/or reviewed The Lost Archangel.)

Everything was bright.

Nothing burned. Well, at least I wasn't burning anymore. But I had been.

I had died. Again.

I opened my eyes, squinting at the brightness of my surroundings. Something shifted, and it got dark enough for my eyes to adjust without pain. Dappled light swayed back and forth softly around me, and I glance up to see it filtering through golden feathers. I moved, and the feathers did too.

I stretched the wing slowly, spreading it out before pulling it in, then repeating the process again. I sat up, six golden wings pooling around me.

My surroundings had dimmed, and I found myself in a familiar alley. I was pleased to have all my memories intact, as well as my Grace.

I stood up, stretching out my wings and staring at them in a sort of disbelief as the wind ruffled my feathers. It was a nice feeling. I was concerned to find my actual wings not looking as cool as my metal wings, but it was nice to have real feathers again.

I stumbled out of the alley, glad that my clothes were in tact this time as well, and stumbled out onto a familiar street. I peeked into angel radio, but they noticed me all the same. Happiness flooded through the connection, and it was clear what they were all thinking.

Welcome back, Gabriel.

I smiled, tipping out of it and glancing around. It was an odd idea that for the past two years I had... I hadn't had all my memories where they were supposed to be. Now that I had them all, it was a foreign idea that I had ever lost them at all.

I checked my pocket, but found no money. Not to be deterred, I snapped my fingers, summoning up some spare change and a sucker that I stuck in my mouth; it was nice to be able to do that again. What else did I need?

I snapped again, and a phonebox appeared at the end of the sidewalk, scaring a nearby cat. Oops.

I took my time walking towards it, waving at a couple pedestrians. With a simple flourish of my arms and a smile on my face, they simply clapped and walked on. Amazing what mortals will disregard as magic tricks. Amazing what mortals can pull off as magic tricks too, now that I think about it.

I walked into the phone booth I had conjured up and took the phone off the hook; after shoving in the quarters, my hand hovered over the number pad before I started punching in the number I wanted.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sunchild," my grin grew, "didja miss me?"

"Lokes?" I could almost hear his smile, "looks like neither of us can stay dead."

"Daddy-O brought me back," I said, "the Maples with you?"

"Winchesters too," Apollo laughed, "you've been dead for a week or two. Could have at least warned me before killing yourself to save me, though, Lokes. It was my plan to die saving you."

"Well, sorry to disappoint."

Apollo laughed again, "not at all. Might want to get down here, Lokes. That guy Sera's dating, Mick Davies? Turned on his group, and for a good reason; if I hadn't followed him, he would have a bullet in the back of his skull by now. Things are heating up between the American Hunters and the British Men of Letters. You and Cas are the only ones willing to get out of Heaven and help everybody out down here. What do you say?"

"Seems like a fun build up to the wedding," I said, "which Artemis will probably want to go to, by the way. Father, did I ever mention how much I dislike your sister? How could I have forgotten how much I don't like her?"

"Just wait until you have Hera as a stepmother-in-law," Apollo sighed, "you poor, poor thing."

I made a gagging noise, "or Zeus as a father-in-law? Do you think my Father would be willing to walk me down the aisle? Yours is a bit too dead to walk you."

"Cassandra is intent on being there, too, you know."

"Hmmm, maybe I should try seeing about shoving her and my Father together," I joked, "then she could be my actual mom."

Apollo paused on the other end before letting out a sharp laugh, "Cassandra says one little angel kid is enough for her. Sera says to get your angel ass over here."

I laughed, "well, looks like I'm being summoned then."

I heard a voice that sounded like Dean's shouting something about 'since when are you pagans all little teenage girls?' and then the line went dead, which made me laugh harder.

I put the phone back and snapped, making the phone box disappear.

I looked up, about to snap and teleport to the Bunker, when I saw something that made me pause. It was a bar, little run down, but as familiar as the day I left it.

A bar called Bottoms Up.

"Doing pretty good for a homeless Butler, aren't I, Walter?" I asked a demon who was no longer alive to answer, "little Jarvis Stark wasn't so little after all, huh?"

There was no answer, of course.

I grinned and snapped my fingers. I had a family now, after all, after all these years of being alone.

And that family was waiting for me.