Warnings: Slight cussing but that's all.(Okay maybe I go overboard sometimes...)

Settings: SPN - S5 E19 - The Hammer of the Gods
Lucifer - after S1 E8 - Et Tu, Doctor? (Though please expect spoilers)

Gabriel has never truly understood the term 'I almost shit myself' until Luci figured out his backstabbing strategy and spun to face the real him and not the projection. As he said before, he really did love his brother – he was family after all – but as right now he was being the biggest jerk in the universe, like literally. He saw Lucifer's lips move but he heard no sound. Fear paralysed him. And before he knew it the sharp pain of an angel blade which he hoped he would never have to feel exploded in his gut. As his stomach squirmed and he felt his eyes well with tears from the pain he was finally able to focus on the last of Lucifer's words to him.

"After all you learned all of them from me."

He could feel it. Death. The literal sensation of dying. He was going. He could feel it. He panicked. It was over. His time is done. He was going to die. For real. And he didn't want to. He really didn't want to. Even though he has tried to resolve the one thing he's been running away from, the wrath that poisoned his family from the beginning was still there. Though he was proud of himself for trying, I mean it is not easy standing up to your older siblings if you are the youngest, especially if one of them is kind of psycho but this whole family row was still taking lives and way than it should. And he was so tired. So bloody tired of it all. In a way he was happy he was dying. It would mean the end of it all for him. Peace. Maybe he will even see his father again. Yeah, he could live with that. He almost smiled at the thought as he fell on the tile floor of the hotel.

I mean he did do the best he could. Everything that was needed to cage dear old Luci was on the tape. Oh man he was going to miss having sex though. Man he shouldn't have thought of that. That immediately made him think of candy. Bloody hell. No more Twix and KitKats. Ever. Not directly from Earth anyway.

Okay. That was it. His fear. Which totally overwhelmed him before, turned to complete irritation. I mean just cos he died didn't mean that he should have to give up sex and candy and pranking people and bloody Christmas every year. As much as he cared to admit, he bloody loved Christmas. And not just cos he was featured in practically every Christmas play, but because of the cakes, the snow and the bloody Christmas pudding and the candy canes and the smell of cinnamon. And let's not get started on hot chocolate. And just the bare thought that all of that would be no more…

His grace was giving out. He could feel it. Since every angel blade is forged from celestial silver its composition had the ability to screw with the very essence of angels. All angels in reality where were encased mini-nukes and once the packaging was 'pricked' with a sword 'not of this world' – Boom.

But he couldn't leave it at that. I mean he deserved another chance didn't he? He gave the Winchesters precise instructions and he was sure they will stop the apocalypse. For real. Surely his Father could see that. See his contribution. I mean, he sided with the humans. It's what his father always wanted anyway. And when Castiel did the same and died as a result he was brought back. So maybe, if he asked him…

Dad, please, I know you have your damn ears on, so if you can hear me: please, please don't let me die. I don't care how but I want to stay. Do you hear me? I never asked you for anything father.

Gabe felt his core burn itself out.

Not even when you left, I sort of understood. So this once, if you have your ears on…I'm begging you…

And with that the Archangel Gabriel, the Strength of God, was no more. And the only trace of his existence were the two black wings burned on either side of him and the corpse of his former vessel, Bard who was a scrawny son of an overrated and bossy Viking blacksmith who lived sometime around 800AD.

And with that Lucifer, his brother was done. And while he was ignoring that tiny miniscule sense of guilt at the bottom of his stomach, he rolled his shoulders and made his way out, casually avoiding the dead bodies of the former pagan gods.

Funny enough if he would have stayed perhaps a moment longer, he would have found that his little brother was no longer lying on the floor. And that he was no longer dead.

"OH MY GOD!"

"Bloody Hell! Detective!"

Chloe Decker could barely register the fact that she has ran over someone. A second ago she was arguing with Lucifer for hitting on a suspect again while they were at a crime scene and then all if a sudden a man literally fell in front of her car. The thud as his body collided with the bumper still rang in her ears. Slowly, both her and Lucifer turned and glanced at each other before shared a long 'we-might-be-fucked' looked of disbelief.

Almost instantly after they stumbled out of the car the examine the presumably dead guy on the road. It was near dusk so Chloe's car cast a shadow on his face. They knelt beside him on either side. "Please don't be dead, please don't be dead." She muttered to herself as she frantically checked his pulse. Lucifer eyed him more calmly. As he tilted his head his eyebrows furrowed. This man his presence seemed so familiar-

"Ah thank god. He's alive," She confirmed, "We need an ambulance."

Lucifer silently agreed with an acknowledging nod and a "Hmmm."

A few hours later, Chloe Decker was sitting by the man's hospital bed, with the EKG monitors rhythmically beeping in the background. She was leaning forward, her elbows resting on her thighs. She was deep in thought. The docs said he will be alright but that still didn't mean that she didn't feel guilty about it all. After they have brought the man to the hospital Lucifer headed back to Lux and since the investigation was currently on hold, she thought she might as well wait by his bedside. When they searched him they found no IDs and she couldn't find anything in police records either.

She let out a deep sigh.

Just then, the man inaudibly grimaced and when consciousness hit him, he cautiously opened his eyes. He was almost definitely certain he was in a hospital. He was almost definitely certain, in fact 99.9% he was not dead. Which was a major bonus. He slowly scanned the room around him, very gingerly. To his left; not much, just another bed. To his right however was a lady. And judging from the badge that gleamed from her belt – a cop lady – or a lady cop, whatever.

His head began thudding with all this observation. He let out a groan of discomfort.

"Oh thank goodness. You're awake." Exclaimed Chloe in relief. She shot up and walked up beside his bed. "How do you feel?"

The man closed on eye in hopes of being able to focus on her face properly. She didn't seem familiar. "Not dead."

Chloe sighed since his answer appeared to be more than appropriate.

"That's good," She said as she continued nodding to herself, "That's really good."

"You tell me sugar." He said with a smirk, then continued in a lower voice, "Seems like daddy-o gave me a second chance after all."

Chloe opened hear mouth to inquire what he actually meant by that as the use of terms strangely reminded her of his partner but before she could begin the man interrupted him.

"Sweetheart, what date is it?" He asked as he began to sit up and unplug the various tubes connected to him.

"It's the 26th of March-What are you doing you need to rest! I just hit you with my car!" She exclaimed shamelessly. The man stopped and stared at him.

"Really?" He asked with genuine surprise.

"Well yes, but it was unintentional and I honestly didn't see you and if you-" She stammered.

"I didn't even notice." He replied.

Chloe simply blanked. "You mean you don't remember getting hit by car and falling out of the-" She made gestured with her hands because she didn't want to voice what she believed, "the sky?"

He looked up at her again at that. "The sky?" He let out an amused chuckle, "Really now?"

Chloe was feeling more and more foolish so she did what she always did to control herself. She crossed her arms. "Yes, really." She said, though she wasn't sure whether she was reassuring the man or herself.

"Well then, I guess I will be the only one who could truthfully answer the question 'Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Chloe gave in to the smirk that has been tugging on the edges of her lips as she gave him a look of disbelief.

"Honestly…" She emitted.

The man only chuckled as he pulled the last tube. The machines started going crazy signalling his death when a nurse came storming in. "Sir! What are you doing?! I cannot let you leave yet!"

The man rolled his eyes as he attempted to get up. "Ma'am trust me I am more than fin-" And just as he said that he slid on his ass. He grabbed onto the hospital bed in a futile attempt to pull himself up but he needed both the Nurse's and the Detective's help to hoist himself up.

"What …? Why did I?" He voiced. The nurse settled him patiently. "You are probably suffering from concussion. You mustn't go running around like this."

A concussion. A concussion. Concussion. Him. An archangel getting a concussion. That was impossible unless-

His eyes widened with the realisation.

He snapped his fingers. Nothing.

He snapped them again. Nothing.

He snapped them again and again. Repeatedly. Much more frantically. He looked at his fingers as if his only life force was failing on him. He began hyperventilating. "Sir are you...?" Began Chloe but by then the distressed man burrowed his face in his hand only to immediately draw it back as he realised he had a bruise on his temple. He felt the bruise again as if unsure that it has been really there. He stared at his hand in utter shock.

Then suddenly a doctor appeared in the room, smiling. The man was still hyperventilating. "Hello Sir," he said reassuringly. It caused the man on the bed to spare some of his attention to him. "What is happening to me?" was all that he could muster as the never ending questions just somehow erupted to the surface.

"Sir, you have been hit by a car. The side of your face has been badly bruised but the rest of seemed to have gotten off without scratch. He started fiddling with something in the breast pocket of his white, immaculate coat. "Now if you could just allow me." He gestured with the light. The doc concluded his vitals were okay.

"We may have to keep you in overnight but you are recovering surprisingly quickly. You may be released later on this afternoon." He finished confidently.

His patient only nodded.

"Miss Hardy if you could, eh 'plug him back in'. If you need anything just ask the nurses." He said before he smiled at the Detective and left.

As Miss Hardy began to plug him back on the machines, the man put his hand up and faced the Detective once more.

"What year is it?" He asked, the importance of this answer weighing heavily on this answer. The Detective looked at the nurse for a second.

"2016. Why do you...?"

"I've been out for 7 years?!" He blurt out in panic. Chloe just looked at him in confusion.

"Why no, I just hit you with my car a few hours ago."

This hit the frustrated patient so badly he even managed to get up from his bed and pace angrily around his room. Back and forth. Back and forth. He ran his hand through his light brown hair before he looked up the ceiling. He just stared at it. Then he let out a frustrated sigh.

'Well I did say, I didn't care how…'

He rubbed his neck with one hand and then a moment later he threw both his hands up to show he's surrendered.

He sat back on his bed and sat still for the nurse to do her job. The poor guy Chloe hit with her car seemed so lost, as he eyed the ceiling with watery eyes.

Chloe suddenly felt really out of place and not to mention awkward.

"So em, I'm not sure if this is the right moment to ask…" Began Chloe as she waited for the man to return his attention to her. He did. "But, er, we weren't able to identify you and if you could just give us a name…"

"Us?" He asked with a hint of amusement.

Chloe smiled in relief that he was being humorous again. "I meant me. I want to at least know the name of the man that I am supposed to apologise to."

At that moment the nurse finished and excused herself. "Thank you, ma'am." She turned back and smiled at him.

"It's Gabe." He said. "It's sort for Gabriel." He confirmed.

Chloe's eyebrows shot to the ceiling at how she always manages to meet so many people with these biblical names.

"Gabriel. Okay." She said. "And your second name is…?"

Gabe grimaced a little. "I don't really have one. You see, I'm a bit of a runaway."

"Oh." Emitted Chloe. "I see well…I am really, very sorry I hit you with my car. I feel extremely bad and if there is anything I can help you with then-"

"Actually there is." He interjected. "If I could make a personal phone call," He said as he gave her a smile.

"Yes of course." She replied without any reluctance.

"Thank you." He said as he took the phone from her. He typed the one of the few phone numbers he ever to memorise and hit 'call'. "Erm, I'm going down to the cafeteria would you like-"

"Yes, some chocolate would do me wonders right now. Any chocolate and a cup of coffee with milk and 7 sugars if it's not too much bother." He then stopped himself realising how odd that must have sounded.

Chloe however just appeared to suppress a smirk as she replied, "Okay, chocolate and coffee with 7 sugars, coming right up." And with that she was gone.

Gabe's smile faded as she left and his brows were furrowed with worry.

"Come on. Come on." Bad luck.

I'm sorry the number you have dialed has not been recognised.

He hung up and dropped the phone on his bed before he sighed for the umph-teenth time today.

'Bloody Hell…' He couldn't help thinking.

And with that he fell back on his bed.

A little while later, the Detective returned with his promised coffee and two KitKats.

He immediately perked up once he's seen her. "Oh boy, you are an absolute angel!" He exclaimed.

She chuckled.

"I've never seen a man get so happy to see his coffee, or his chocolate. You certainly have a sweet tooth."

"Or so I've been told." He said as he took the coffee from her and took of the lid letting the sweet aroma hit him. As soon as it did, he couldn't compare it to anything he's ever felt before. Because for once the smell felt really appealing, like really appealing and he felt as if he smelt the smell of coffee for the first time. It was amazing. He absent-mindedly smiled to himself.

'Well, being human may have its perks after all.'

Chloe allowed another smile surface as seeing Gabriel and his coffee was like seeing a kid on Christmas morning.

Suddenly her phone rang. She looked at the screen. It said:

Lucifer calling…

She looked at him apologetically. "I'll be just a second."

"Hm? Oh yes, yes of course." Replied Gabe as he was about to take a sip.

Chloe smiled at him then answered the phone.

"Lucifer, what's up?"

She then heard a sudden plop. She turned around she saw the coffee spill everywhere on the floor beside Gabe's bed. But she wasn't particularly bothered about that. It was the look of utter fear and panic on Gabriel's face. The sheer terror which she has not seen on any man before was what left her speechless. His eyes were so wide in disbelief, and were looking so frightened that it appeared that he would begin crying that instant.

Chloe blocked out Lucifer's voice long ago and she only stopped gaping when she heard Lucifer's voice on the phone, calling her name.

"Detective, what's the matter?"

A/N: More to come

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