Angelic Answers
Harry bolted upright, the conversation he had just had at the forefront of his thoughts.
“Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel…” Harry muttered under his breath, desperately hoping the angel would answer his prayer.
“Woah, what’s with the distress call Sabrina?”
“Thank fuck!” Harry exhaled, moving to the kitchenette in the room and casting a silencing charm, so as to not bother Blaise.. “I just had a conversation with your Father.”
“What.”
“I went to bed, saw a rando in the motel, knew it wasn’t a demon, it felt similar to you, but I know none of your siblings are on earth, so I guessed your dad. I was right.”
“What do you mean Dad’s on Earth?”
“I don’t know! That’s not even the important thing!”
“How?”
“Okay, so Sam was kidnapped by Azazel recently, same as the rest of his lil’ experiments, some guy stabs him in the back just as we get there. He dies, I lasso his soul before Hell gets their nasty hands on it, Blaise heals and slightly de-ages the body, I slingshot the soul back in. Turns out, your dad wanted Sam to die so that Dean would sell his soul.”
“FUCK!” Gabriel yelled. “This is why I left Heaven! And he wants it to start now?”
“Woah, what are we talking about?” Harry asked, hands up at his side.
“Selling your soul to save someone else’s soul, especially if said person hunts dangerous threats would be pretty righteous, right?” Gabriel asked, an odd emotion coloring the tone.
“Yeah?” Harry asked more than said. “Are you trying to get around the non-interference thing?”
“Yes.”
“So, if your dad is trying to start something, and that requires Dean selling his soul, it’s something to do with a righteous man…” Harry said, scratching his chest. “It can’t be a ritual, he’s literally God, so something with predetermined starting requirements, probably some sorta prophecy…”
Slowly, Harry looked to Gabriel, horror and comprehension dawning on his face as he did so.
“Gabe… what’re the requirements for the Apocalypse to start up?”
“Hypothetically speaking, a righteous man spilling blood in Hell to kickstart the chain of events.”
“You…” Harry began, remembering something Gabriel had said before he and Blaise had to flee Britain. “You told me to keep an eye on the Winchester’s.”
“Yes.”
“The two brothers of an emotionally absent father, one who rebelled, the other holding steadfast to his father’s ideals. One tainted with demon blood, the other not”
“Yes.”
“You were trying to warn me about this.” Harry said, bracing himself against the countertop. “Angels. They need vessels same as demons, right?”
“We do.”
“Dean and Sam. They’re Michael and Lucifer’s, aren’t they?”
“Bullseye, Sabrina.” Gabriel answered, his voice heavy with resignation.
Giving Gabriel a long look, Harry covered his face, groaning into his hands as he did. Eventually, he moved to make himself a cup of coffee, anticipating a longer conversation ahead.
“Why give the warning?” Harry asked once he had his mug. “Why tell me to keep an eye on them?”
“I…” Gabriel started, trailing off. “I left Heaven because of the fighting. I don’t want it all to come here as well.”
“…Last year, when you gave me the Stone, you said something. About everyone having a role to play. Why the change?”
“I said I left Heaven because of the fighting, but just because I like Earth better doesn’t mean I like it. It was… new, and exciting, and a chance to interact with Dad’s magnum opus but… you can only hand out just desserts for so long before you turn around on the idea of the apocalypse.”
“It also isn’t fun having so many people try and kill you. Then, you summoned me. Didn’t try to kill me, and even grew on me.”
“So I’m the sole reason you don’t want the world to end?”
“It’s more about what you represent, Sabrina. Really, what your little Monster Club represents. I have seen some of the worst sides of humanity, but your little group? It shows that there's still hope, for a better future. But you? What you represent? It's so much bigger than that. The idea that there’s one person high up in the food chain that isn’t an objectively awful person. Because I might love my family, but they suck ass. Even Dad. So even if I haven’t found other people like you, there’s a chance for things to be better. And that? That's the reason.”
Harry just drank some of his coffee after rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, then gave Gabriel a deadpan look.
“Then I guess there’s only one thing to do.”
“What?”
“Figure out how to imprison, or kill, God.”