It started off with a flicker. Less than a second of bare butt lying on Sam's bed before disappearing.

A familiar, manly bare ass.

Sam can't quite place where he's seen it before, but cannot get it out of his head. Whenever he closes his eyes, that image is glued to his brain.

It's very disturbing.

He sees it again, an hour later, this time from a side view, and his eyes are burning a little bit.

He's hallucinating, he knows this, but this time he recognizes the turning body for the half second that he sees it. That bare bottom belonged to none other than the angel he thought either dead or on another plane.

Not flickering bare-ass on his bed.

Gabriel.

"DEAN!" Sam asks as loud as he can, and Dean comes into the room with a mouthful of pie.

"What?" He says through his food, "She awake yet?"

"No, no, no, I just saw Gabriel."

"Where?" Dean's eyes narrow, and he huddles his plate of food a little closer to him.

"O-on my bed." His voice turns to a horrified whisper, "Naked."

Dean stares.

Takes another bite of pie.

Then he laughs uncontrollably.

"Oh, this is fucking rich."

"Shut up, Dean."

"First you're his butt-pirate, and now, what? He's showing off the goods? Is he," Dean chokes on a laugh, "courting you?"

"Shut up, jerk."

"Bitch." Dean says on reflex.

"Ugh, 'm home." Says a muffled voice, and Elizabeth sits up, looks around, then then lies back down, "I'm getting sick of this shit."

"Hey precious," Dean says with a pie-filled grin. He shows off his plate of pie victoriously to the girl who just woke up. She could never stop him.

"God, I love looking at how hot you guys are and all, and not needing to work for money and everything is cool, but can I please go home? Pretty please?"

"But you are home." A voice says from the bathroom, and the door opens to reveal Gabriel in a very nice looking tuxedo with a single rose in his hand, "Milady."

"Oh, bullshit." She snarls, "I have been kidnapped, tied up, imprisoned, I am fucking tired! Take me home or I swear to God it will not be pleasant for anyone! I saw mermaids eating people!"

"Don't swear at our father." Gabriel frowned at her, and Elizabeth frowned right back at him.

"I have no father. My family is notorious for having absent fathers and crazy tyrannical bitches for mothers."

"And now we're both done running away, right?"

"Who's running away? I'm stuck here! I want to run back!"

"Wow. I may have been in witness protection, but you really assumed your role, didn't you? I mean, it's been a few millenia, but-"

"Millenia?"

"Right. You don't remember."

"Remember what?"

"You're an angel, sweetheart. Not a very bright one, but-"

"Get the fuck out. What do you think I am?"

"Forgiven."

"What? I didn't do shit."

Gabriel appears in front of her, not bothering to walk, and puts two fingers to her forehead.

She falls back onto her bed with a flash of white.

"Okay. What the hell is going on here?" Dean asks, pie forgotten for once.

"I got my little sister back!" Gabriel exclaimed excitedly, holding up the poor girl's head and cradling it in his arms, "The packaging is a little too promiscuous, though. Don't want a pig going after it or anything."

He snaps and Elizabeth is wearing a thermal.

"Wait, are you saying she's an angel?" Sam asks.

"Not just any angel. One of the rebels, and my personal favorite." He smiles fondly, ruffling the girl's hair. "She didn't just fall down, no, she fell sideways."

"Sideways?"

"To another plane. A fond one of us angels for banishing. Balthy sent you there, didn't he?"

"My mind is blown." Dean puts down his pie.

"Her soul's been lost on that Earth for... Well, I lost count awhile ago. This little spitfire was practically born with emotion. And so high up on the food chain... Everyone except us big brothers were completely petrified of her. Hell, even we were afraid of her when she really got into it." He cocks his head to the side, "I always pictured her vessel as a redhead."

"I think there have been enough redheaded angel spitfires." Sam says slowly, "So you just knocked her out?"

"Oh, no, not at all. I gave her back her grace. I figured with angel anarchy and all, no one would be able to refute me bringing her back."

"How did find her?" Castiel asks, appearing out of nowhere. Dean doesn't even jump anymore.

"Castiel! Long time, no see. No holy oil this time, I see." Gabriel grins, "You remember Valoel, don't you?"

Castiel frowns, "Valoel has long since been lost to us."

Gabriel frowns right back, "And now she has been found."

"How were you found?" Castiel counters, and Gabriel rolls his eyes.

"You try having your grace floating around in the nowhere and not get bored out of your mind. How could I not find Val, wherever her little human creation was? Death was so monotonous. It was easy. Sure, she was muddled down a bit, but her soul is just a mask she put over her grace." He shrugs, "You'll get better at seeing these things in time."

Castiel gives him a little frown.

"When will she wake?"

"Soon, probably. She always had a good recovery time. Just like her big bro." Gabriel winked at Sam, and Sam gave him a little 'what-the-hell?' bitchface.

When she does wake up, she sits up calmly with a little glow around her that quickly fades. She clears her throat and everyone looks up from what they were doing to observe her.

"You are all very, very stupid." She says, finally.

"So being an angel hasn't changed her any." Dean mutters, turning back to another slice of pie.

"If you keep eating so much, you'll get fat." She retorts.

"Shut your mouth!" Dean shouts, the same time as Gabriel, who is munching on a slice of pie too, glares and yells, "Blasphemous!"

Sam snorts, and even Castiel quirks his lips for half of a second.

"So is this the happy end to the story? I get my memories back and I join the family with hugs and kisses?"

"Pretty much." Gabriel shrugs.

"And I thought Adam was jumping the shark." She muttered to herself, before quoting Chuck, "Well, it's not jumping the shark if you never come back down."

Then she pauses.

"Chuck." Her mind almost explodes.

"What about the prophet?" Castiel asks.

"Where's Chuck?"

"Dunno. Think he stopped writing after the apocalypse. Haven't really heard from him." Sam shrugged.

"Oh."

Chuck was their father. Or atleast she was pretty sure he was. But if he was there the whole time, living on Earth... Was he all of the prophets? Every human 'touched by the angel', really God in disguise.

Even Joan Osbourne could've been God, winking at all of existence. What if God was one of us... singing on stage about how God was one of us.

"Val?" Gabriel asks.

She shakes her head.

"Why am I wearing a thermal?"

"So Dean can't see your goodies." Gabriel responds with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"As if I have to worry about the brothers." She scoffs, walking over to her pile of clothing and getting something to change into, "When the two of you are here? Please. The tension in this room is killing me."

She shuts the door of the bathroom to horrified silence.

"I am unaware of what Valoel is referring to." Castiel admits.

Gabriel laughs.

Dean, incredibly flustered and frustrated with the angel (angel? Really? What the fuck? And still with the gay jokes,) eats the rest of his pie, then storms out of the room.

"Dean, where are you going?" Sam calls.

"For a drive!" He slams the door shut.

In a few minutes, she's back in the room, unsurprised that Dean is gone.

"So, Val, what's on the agenda now?" Gabriel asks excitedly. He is on a roll today. Mental breakthroughs, breakthroughs through space and time, there was nothing he couldn't break through. Maybe he'd try Sam's pants, next.

"Divine intervention."

She looks pointedly at Castiel. Gabriel, incredibly amused and following his little sister's lead, gives Cas a blue steel look.

Sam looks incredibly confused.

She leans forward and hisses, "I know everything."

"Everything?" Castiel asks in his deadpan voice, cocking an eyebrow.

She nods.

"And the royal 'we' are not amused."

Gabe whispers to Sam excitedly, "She's such a little revolutionist."

"The world's never going to be the same, is it?" Sam asks.

"Valoel was known as the Angel of Peace." Gabriel explains with an evil little smirk, "One time when she couldn't get it, she got so angry her temper flooded the Earth and shook the heavens. Luckily Noah had some woodworking skills."

Sam blinks.

"Hell hath no fury..." He mutters to himself.

"It's going to be fun, now that she's back. And now that I'm back?" Gabriel rubbed his hands together as Val chewed out Cas so vaguely the two spectators had no clue what she was referring to.

Sam doesn't know if all this is a good thing or not, but...

The war would be over in a week. Tops.

Author's Note: I would like to thank angel-guide(dot)com for all of the angel names, for I do not know much about them myself.

This is as much of an ending it's going to get. This never really had much of a timeline, except for 'sometime after the French Mistake', but I couldn't resist putting a little jab at the latest episodes. I have yet to see the Man Who Would Be King, but I am expecting many emotions, so I have a tissue box prepared for it.

All of these chapters have been named after Muppet Treasure Island songs, along with the name of the entire story.

Hope you all enjoyed! Reviews always make me happy, especially the ones I've been getting lately. Thank you, lovely people, for reading.