#god!jack

And then came the rip through the Empty that let the light shine in and he was all the way awake and then somehow he was an angel again kinda sorta among a host of angels and demons and he wasn’t sure what else and they all streamed through the jagged brightness cutting through the dark and into somewhere else. Mentally he had almost been torn to pieces but then there was a voice saying “Hello” and his pieces all coalesced and his nephew was there.

“Hey Jackie boy.”

“Hi Uncle Gabe.”

“So what’s new? Thanks for the rescue…not sure what’s going on…”

“Oh that wasn’t me. The Empty took Cas because he loves Dean and Billie died so Dean and Cas didn’t die. Except Cas did die because the Empty took him and Dean was sad.”

“Kid, I’m gonna stop you there. I really don’t need to know all about Cas and Dean and all their melodrama.”

“No, that’s just it. The Empty wanted to punish Cas but it didn’t work and it backfired and once he was out the tear didn’t heal itself so I came in and scooped everyone up!”

“So I’m just alive again like nothing happened?”

“Oh no. I mean yes. Well, that’s up to you.”

“Jack-o. Kiddo. I’m gonna need more words buddy.”

“Everyone from the Empty has a choice. You can be reborn on Earth. Or you can be an angel again. Or you can go on to the afterlife.”

“I thought the Empty was the angel afterlife.”

“It thought so too. But that’s just because Chuck didn’t have a very good imagination. And was a dick.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Dean.”

“So what is your choice?”

“If I pick Earth do I get my old body back?”

“No. You’ll get reborn into a human body as a baby. And you won’t remember being an angel.”

Gabriel rubbed his chin only to find he didn’t have a chin at the moment. “Can we…”

“Oh sorry!” Jack stood awkwardly as Gabriel stretched his limbs. He also rubbed his chin just for good measure. The kid looked just as Gabe remembered if a little older behind the eyes.

“So are you the new Dad?”

“Yes. But also no.”

“Have you noticed you aren’t very good at answering questions?”

“It’s hard when you’re still building everything. And I’m having this conversation with a million others at the same time.”

Gabe laughed and scuffed a foot on the ground, mind racing.

“I really do need you to decide. The sooner everyone gets sorted the sooner I can rebuild heaven.”

“Give a guy a minute to think.”

“Why? You already know how you will answer.”

“If you already know how I’m going to answer, why even ask?”

“Because Cas says that free will is important. Just because I know the answer doesn’t mean I shouldn’t let you get there on your own.”

“You know that doesn’t make a whole lotta sense.”

“It does when you are me.”

“Alright kid. I’m picking angel. Which apparently you already knew.”

Jack’s face broke into a huge smile. “I’m glad Uncle Gabe. I hope we get to spend lots of time together.”

“So do I call you Jack or swear my undying devotion?”

“No. I’m still your nephew and you’re still my uncle. Unless you don’t want that?”

Gabe was surprised at the wistfulness on Jack’s face. It was hard to reconcile the idea that Jack was the new God with the fact that he was also still just a four year old vaguely raised by the Winchesters in all their dysfunction with a falling angel who preached free will. “No, no kiddo! You’re stuck with me. So what happens next?”

“Well I’m going to snap my fingers, since I have fingers right now and you’re going to appear in heaven. I figured you can be the first since your always heralding things in the bible.”

“You know ‘messenger’ was never my favorite angelic duty.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just for this one thing. You’ll know what to say when you get there.” Jack raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Gabriel didn’t feel a motion of movement or of being rebuilt or created but here he was in heaven, a handful of angels turned in surprise at his entry.

“Behold! I bring tidings of great joy,” Gabriel couldn’t stop the words coming out of his mouth, “Jack has raided the Empty and liberated the fallen.” Gabriel closed his mouth. Several angels tittered and smirked.

“What?” Gabriel looked down at himself and realized he was wearing old-fashioned robes and lace up sandals like a low-budget low-accuracy biblical reenactment. “That’s not funny Jack!” Gabriel stalked away from the other angels and realized he was also sporting fake painted wings that flapped a little with every step.

“You’re right Gabriel. It’s not funny. It’s hilarious.” Gabe whirled to find Castiel standing there still in his unfashionable trench coat and twisted tie. He took out a phone and snapped a picture.

“How does your phone work in heaven?!”

“Jack likes playing Candy Crush,” Cas said with a shrug.

“How long do I have to wear the wings Jack?” Gabe said it as a prayer, and not at all like a curse.

“You can take them off whenever you want. Just wanted to make sure you knew that we like jokes in heaven,” echoed Jack’s voice inside Gabe’s head.

Gabe’s scowl slid off his face as he started smirking and then smiling and then laughing so hard he had to put his hands on his knees to stay upright, ridiculous fake wings flapping all the while. Gabe couldn’t wait to plan his counterattack. And figure out how to mess with the new angels. And the old ones. And definitely the Winchesters. Maybe Rowena would help him with that…