Here's your epilogue... I'm so sad to see this story go, I think I might go back and add little kidfic-lets... ya know, just as I think of them... at my leisure... review to tell me if you want that... :)

Enjoy.

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The crying was a foolproof alarm clock: every morning, 5 AM on the dot. Lailah was screaming her lungs out, Gabriel was grumbling into the pillow about how he just put her down at 2 and she should stop being a diva, and Sam would sleepily pad across the floor.

Almost three months had flown fast and the little girl's usually milky porcelain skin was blotched pink with distress- as per usual. Her little wings flapped and fluttered uncomfortably and Sam picked her up gently with a quiet, "what's th'matter, little angel...?" he knew exactly what was wrong, but she liked his voice, and he knew it as he pulled her close to his chest.

He felt his way carefully down the hallway and stairs, hoping no one would wake up from the racket as they passed.

The kitchen was lit by the moon just enough for him to see his way to the fridge. He warmed the rubber of the bottle with water from the tap, bouncing and rocking Lailah on his hip. He hummed quietly, the tune of some lullaby in enochian that Gabriel said was a tradition. He could never remember the words, but the melody was lilting and sweet. Sam could listen to Gabriel singing to their baby all day. He wasn't nearly as good as his angel, but it had an undeniably calming effect on the little girl's cries.

She practically purred as she took the bottle, and Sam chuckled a little at the sound. She was getting more like Gabe with each day. Her hair and her nose were both his, but the eyes, the little smiles that were just starting to get teeth- even her laugh- were already the archangel's. And she was tiny. Apparently, fledglings were considerably smaller than human infants at 3 months. She looked more like 3 or 4 weeks.

In public, women and other parents cooed at her, and- being her father's daughter- she smiled and laughed and put on the best 'adorable baby' act in all of North America. They'd say 'My, my! She's awfully strong for one so small! Was she early?' and 'Oh, she's simply beautiful, I've never seen those eyes on a newborn!... She's already 3 months? She's so little!'. Sam and Gabe just smiled, making small talk with the strangers- something Gabriel thoroughly enjoyed and excelled in.

The bottle was almost gone, her big eyes staring up at him and her wings flexing contentedly- they were easy to hide in public, and, even when they weren't, Gabriel shrouded them with his own grace. Sam smiled down at her as he moved them to Bobby's couch, laying her on his lap and gently rubbing his fingertips over her little belly. She cooed and giggled around the now-empty bottle, he took it and placed it beside them- making a mental note to clean it out later, before they hit the road again the next day.

Bobby and Anna both insisted on them staying for longer then their original 'two or three days post-delivery' plan. Balthazar explained that Lailah needed at least a month, before they could tell for sure if there were any health problems or mutations. Bobby had taken quite a shine to the new granddaughter, and just wanted to spend more time with her. He doted on Lai, even dragging up an old crib from his basement that had apparently been his.

"Lailah Deanna..." he whispered to her, just to watch her little face focus back on him, and she grabbed his finger playfully in her tiny fist. He grinned.

He still could barely believe it was all real, despite how many times Cas complimented him on his 'skillful adjustment' to parenthood. This baby, even being with Gabriel- it was like he could wake up and they'd all be a dream. He knew Gabe could tell, and on the nights when it was bad, he would sleep snuggled closer than usual against him and be sure to kiss him awake in the mornings. Sam always felt himself sigh in relief when he'd wake up to Lailah's crying and Gabriel's groaning. He knew they were there, and he couldn't be more grateful.

She was so beautiful. Dean talked -only half jokingly- about how they would need to use the shotguns for more boys than ghosts as she grew up, and Sam rolled his eyes. He didn't wanna think about the future. He wanted her to stay small and innocent and be able to fit in his arms for her entire life. But he knew he couldn't.

"Good morning, Daddy." Gabriel smirked softly from the doorway. Sam smiled wider- speaking of beautiful...

Gabriel's thick blonde hair was a bird's nest on his head and he wore nothing but silk boxers and one of Sam's t shirts- one of the ones that never returned after the 'Great Nesting Experience'. The partial darkness made his pale skin stand starkly in the small sliver of dawn in the horizon. He padded softly into the den, and plopped down against him on the couch.

"First bottle of the day..." he waved the empty plastic container as Gabriel lifted the baby gently to his chest. Nothing was more perfect than looking at the two of them together, so content and close.

"Phew, hungry girl..." he mumbled with big, happy eyes turning to their girl " hello, little princess!" he whispered excitedly and she giggled, reaching out for his nose "that's mine, you can't take that! Daddy's fingers are free-reign, though- get 'em." he winked jokingly. Lailah just cocked her head in that distinctly angelic way, and continued in pursuit of his nose. He grinned at her and snuggled in close to Sam, who wrapped an arm around them both.

"Oh, by the way-" Gabe turned to him with a twinkle in his eye "you owe me fifty bucks." Sam stopped the gentle kiss to his forehead midway through and gaped at him, more excited than upset at the loss.

"You're kidding me, right?" they made a bet when Gabe was about halfway through his pregnancy- bored and on bed rest- on when Dean and Cas would finally 'admit their feelings and fuck already' (Gabe's words).

"I walked past Dean-o's room and the door was open- so what if I pushed it a little? It wasn't locked or something- There were definitely two people in that bed. There was also a trenchcoat and suit in a heap on the floor." He grinned sleazily and Sam was torn between laughing and cringing from the need for brain bleach. He reached across the coffee table for his wallet-

"Oh, it's okay. I already grabbed it. Like, a week ago. We all knew I was gonna be right- I'm hungry. Breakfast?"

"What do you-"

"Let's make chocolate chip pancakes." he smiled in that 'pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease' way that got him whatever he wanted with Sam. And, if that didn't work, he could always pull the 'I bore you a child so you should be nice to me' card. Sam heaved himself up with a resigned sigh, holding out a hand to the angel who was still cradling the cooing little baby. Lailah was always good and quiet when she didn't need something- that was inherited from Sam.

Dean and Cas came clunking down the stairs- especially Dean, with a rather impressive limp- at the smell of the new parents making breakfast. Gabe mostly just ate the chocolate chips from the bag, setting some discretely on the high chair tray like Cheerios or something. Sam scowled and slapped his hand away as he sprinkled the chips into the cooking pancakes.

"Nice limp, Dean-o. Looks like Cassie really stuck it to ya..." Gabriel snarked as Dean winced when he sat down at the kitchen table. Lai giggled almost like she knew.

"Bite me, Trickster."

"Castiel's got that one covered" Dean glared "oh come on, you walked right into that one! Besides, I've got my own Winchester to sink my teeth into..." he waggled his eyebrows and bumped Sam's hip with his own. Sam just bumped him right back, smacking his hand away from the chocolate in the process.

There had been talk of maybe retiring from hunting, settling down, and at first Sam was all for it. But they couldn't exactly keep Lailah in the dark with all the bad and scary as she got older. The girl was half archangel/half Winchester, something was bound to be out for her one day, and they had to keep her safe. She was born with a set of freakin' wings! How could they ever hide this stuff from her? She was already uncommonly smart, and they couldn't exactly pass that off as normal.

So, yes, they were gonna keep hunting from town to town, city to city; and use Bobby's as a homebase while the young family- Dean and Cas included, of course- went house shopping in the area. Sioux Falls had a good school district and big rural spaces for Lailah to fly and wander. Not that Sam wanted her wandering, he nearly had a heart attack at the thought. Power to smite or not, he needed to at least know where she was. Once they located whatever farmhouse the family chose, they agreed that they would rent it out on breaks and over summers so they could go on hunting trips, and train Lai to defend herself as she grew up. He glanced over at the baby as she wrapped a little hand with a firm grip on Dean's ear. He never wanted this to end.

"Ya know..." Gabe pecked his cheek, pulling him out of his musings 'while bonding and bed rest and delivery and such are- quite literally- a pain in the ass, it was all worth it." He murmured close to him, so only he could hear. Nosing gently at his pulsepoint, Gabriel sighed contentedly. "And I think the amazing sex is totally worth the 3 months of Hell..." he smirked against Sam's collarbone as Sam huffed a little laugh and wrapped an arm around his waist. "I guess what I'm getting at her is that I'd do it again..." it was just a tiny little whisper, but Sam's head snapped to look at the archangel with enough force to give whiplash. He looked at him hard for a moment, trying to read if he was serious, before Gabe crushed their lips together. "Shall we see where we are in a couple years?" They looked over at their little girl- happily munching away with chocolate all over her face- and then at Dean, who blushed and ducked his head like a teenager at something Cas whispered to him. Sam grinned. He'd never seen his brother so happy.

"We should probably see where they are in a couple years."

Gabe snorted, but grinned.

"Our babies will always be cuter." He gigled, leaning into Sam's side as he flipped the pancakes out of the pan and onto a plate.

"Breakfast time!" Gabe took the plate and set it on the table.

Another baby. A real future. And not just for him: Gabriel's and Lailah's and Dean and Cas... They all had a future together. He smiled to himself and took Gabriel's waist, kissing the back of his neck tenderly. The archangel purred into the touch.

"I love you." Gabe smiled and leaned closer into Sam.

"I love you, too."