AN: Hello all. This is my first foray into fanfiction in a long while. But this story has been kicking around in my head and needed to get on paper.

It is slightly AU in that Michael dies with Lucifer and Dean is back to normal. Also going to mess with the concept of vessels a tad.

Gabriel x OC

Please enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Troubles with Heaven

Now that alternative-Michael had been stopped, Lucifer was dead, and the realities had righted themselves, Sam and Dean Winchester had to focus on the next emergency. Castiel had finally told them that Heaven was failing. With not enough angels to keep the lights on, there were about to be millions of souls let loose upon the earth.

Gabriel had showed up, which was not terribly surprising at this point. He had hitched a ride between the realms when Michael had opened the portal, unbeknownst to the two other archangels.

He'd been to too weak to teleport, too weak to help. But he'd appeared after teh big battle and had been trying to help, staying in Heaven as much as possible. But Heaven was meant to be supported by hundreds of angels plus the four archangels. And with so few angels, the lights were still going out.

So the Winchesters turned themselves to the task of trying to find a new prophet, and trying to figure out how to make new angels.

Jack, who now understood war, did not do well with sitting still doing research and driving the task of looking for the prophet. He did not understand patience.

Castiel tried to teach him about being an angel, and Winchesters tried to show him how to be human, but even through the three men were good men, they were not good role models nor teachers. Despite their efforts, Jack was getting frustrated.

After three months and no luck, Jack disappeared. Castiel tried to find him. Heck even Gabriel tried, but Jack had made himself well and truly gone.

Sam worried about Jack's safety, Dean worried about the safety of the world.

Although Dean had grown to like Jack well enough, he still didn't fully trust the kid. The sad thing was, Dean was more right than Sam.

Jack had good intentions, he truly did. He tried to fix Heaven. He knew that Heaven needed more angels, and if they couldn't figure out to make new ones, why not make humans into angels.

There was problem with this logic; human bodies were not meant to hold an angel's full grace. It could work in theory, but it was a million to one change. Mostly it would overwhelm the human's soul and kill them.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel were in Indiana, tracking a lead on the prophet, when they heard about the first death. A priest, a man who had devoted his whole life to God and doing good for his community. He'd been found dead in his Church, an imprint of deformed wings around him.

It was tragedy.

It was not the last.

A teacher and a small-town mayor died next. Both in Pennsylvania.

At this point, the Winchesters started hunting Jack. They were reluctant, but they didn't have much of choice. Problem was, they were never in time to stop him from starting the change, but they were in time to save the next several people. They drained the grace and people survived. It had to be done quick, it had to be done with an angel blade. It was not a good experience for anyone.

They followed Jack's trail through New York, Connecticut, and Rhode Island.

The hunter community was on red alert. The angels were on call. Everyone was trying to find Jack.

He was in the wind.