Finding Grace

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

   It was pointless. Racing there was pointless. It was 4 in the fucking morning and Dean wasn't up yet. Sam was freezing since he forgot his flannel and jacket at Gabe's plus, it was raining. Also, he forgot his room key. Sam had a plastered on Bitch Face due his misfortune this morning.

   Sam was delighted when his brother opened the door. He desperately wanted a shower for many reasons. 1) he reeked and 2) he was freezing. Dean rose an eyebrow as his brother rushed in and headed straight to the the bedroom. Dean noticed the smell coming off of him and snickered at his younger brother.

   A month later, Gabriel knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. He could feel it in his gut. Literally. He rubbed his stomach as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Sam and Dean had "killed him" just a month ago and, oh boy, did he remember the night Sam had had with him. He smirked before he felt queasy, smirk slipping off his face. Gabriel cursed and looked up at the sky. "Father, forgive me. Don't allow my brothers to come after me. I didn't know this would happen." He murmured as he stared at the ceiling.
   His dog barked at him and Gabriel shooed him away. He was too stressed by the information he had just thought of. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face. He sighed afterwards. He was carrying a Nephillum. A half angel, half human baby. He didn't know this would happen because he had a male vessel, but it did. Stupid angels having no gender. He picked up the black and red flannel and sighed. The familiar scent radiated off it. It was Sam's. He pulled it on with jeans, also his olive jacket. Hopefully it'll hide the fact that he's not himself or that he's even more powerful. Not him himself. But the child. He blinks as he remembers an old friend he hasn't seen in a while.