Gabriel was stunned for a moment when she wrapped her arms around him, as best as she could, effectively hugging him. He was frozen, wondering what to do, buy by the time his brain told him to hug her back... he was already doing so.

He held her close for a moment, suppressing the urge to cry.

"Erica..." he said.

"I..." he stammered.

"It will take a while to fully recover from what happened." he told her. "I don't know if a full recovery IS possible..." he admitted. "At least, on the mental and emotional level..." he went on.

"But... I promise... I'll be with you every step of the way." he then vowed.

"...assuming you want that." he added at the end.

Gabe continued to hold her in return, not daring to speak, either. He just held her close... as those above watched them.

And of those, Uriel and Emelie were two of them. Uriel was silent for a moment, before looking to Emelie.

"Well." he said.

"This worked out... pretty well... all things considered, I suppose." he muttered.

"Tell me." he then said.

"Was this end goal YOUR doing?" he asked her.

"Or Ana's?"

"Right." Uriel responded.

He then sighed and went to looking back down at his brother.

"...I hope this one goes well..." he said.

"I know the reason he is... or was... so confrontational and angry was because he lost the last one that had the curse." he told her.

"...he doesn't need to lose another." he continued.

He then sighed for a moment, before smiling softly.

"But I suppose that's the risks when you are God's Love."

Uriel was silent for a moment, thinking about it.

"I think the worst part is how she just disappeared." Uriel responded.

"She didn't even... die. Her soul couldn't be found." he went on.

"Yes, her disappearing before her time was cruel and sudden, but... the fact that she seemed to just... disappear... is what set him off the edge." he continued, before pausing.

"But... in the archangel hierarchy, I'm the baby of the family." he then said with a chuckle.

"Maybe I'm just naïve, or overanalysing."

Uriel nodded in response, before stepping away.

"Well, here's hoping this helps him open up more towards Zeke." he told her.

"For now... I think I'm going to see Aimee." he said further.

"I promised I'd help out with some things around the house today." he went on.

"...and she's one of the few women in this existence that scare me." he added with a small laugh.

Uriel shuddered slightly.

"She's another of the women I fear." he told her.

-Several months later-

Azazel had recovered, Zeke knew about all that happened, Erica's curse was back down to VERY manageable levels, and she was recovering beautifully from her traumatic experiences, with Gabriel's help. After learning about how the demon had been extorting her for money, Hal had agreed to, as a friend, help her recoup her finances, and try and get her bank account steady once more.

However, things weren't perfect with her yet, far from it. She was making progress, and suddenly, Gabriel had an insight as to how he could help her with something major.

He appeared at Aimee and Uriel's home, in their backyard, while Aimee was sunbathing and relaxing. He looked over towards her, before clearing his throat a little to let her know he was there... even though he was sure his appearance had made that... apparent.

Gabriel just sighed as Aimee said what she did.

"No, I know where he is." he told her.

"I came here to see YOU." he said further, before pausing a moment, realising what he'd said.

"...TALK to you." he clarified.

"I need you to do me a favour, and I need you to have REALLY good reflexes right now." he added cryptically.

Gabriel then turned his back to her.

"Catch." was all he said.

He then flourished his wings out to their full extent, causing a veritable shower of angel feathers to fly out, floating all around her, and down towards the ground. Instantly, she knew what he meant.

Or, at least, she assumed so.

Get as many as she possibly could, and solidify them, before they touched the ground (or anything else), and dissipated entirely.

Gabriel was silent again, folding his wings back in and turning around.

"Ah... well..." he stammered.

"I know you've made a throw pillow with my brother's feathers over the years." he told her.

"Any chance you could make a full-sized pillow out of all those?" he asked her further.

"See... I... well..." he stuttered further, stumbling over his words, before sighing heavily.

"It's for someone that's suffering from really bad nights... borderline sleepless if I'm not there." he told her. "And since I can't be there every night for her..." he went on, and Aimee could hear the sadness in his voice when he said that. "...I was thinking a full-fledged pillow of my feathers might suffice." he reasoned.

"Think you can do it?" he asked.

"And if so, how quickly can it be done?"

"Very well." Gabriel responded.

"One week." he told her. "I shall return then." he promised her.

"..." he was then silent for a moment, thinking about something.

"Ah... also..." he said, a bit more quietly than he had just been.

"Can you make the pillow or the case or whatever... dark colours, but with subtle stripes?" he asked.

"Just... for aesthetics."