Sooo, it has been forever since I posted something. Like...what, almost 2 years? Jesus Christ, long time. Anyways, lately I've been absolutely barmy for Supernatural. Specifically Gabriel, Crowley, and the Winchesters. And Castiel. Can't forget Dean's special angel.

Anyways, I was cruising along DeviantArt, when I found this jewel of a picture. I cannot find it, though. Super annoyed with that. -.- Anyways, it was Gabriel holding a baby Castiel, and the artist wrote in the notes that God was annoyed with Gabriel's constant pestering for a baby, so whoosh! He created Castiel. A baby for Gabriel to shut him up. (If you happen to find this particular picture, please let me know so I can properly refer you all to the artist)

Disclaimer; I don't own Supernatural. If I did...well, that would be a disaster with lots of Mpreg.

Pouring over scrolls, mesmerizing every detail and taking note to test out these facts his father had poured down from his infinite wisdom, Gabriel frowned. He was looking for something, anything to distract him. Lucifer and Michael were sparring and Raphael was cheering them on. Their grace would clash violently against each other, sending shock waves to all the corners of heaven, and Gabriel could make out the sounds of their massive wings beating against the wind. Contrary to the belief of his fathers beloved creations, the humans, angels specifically archangels- were far from gentle with each other. Loved one another, yes. But they were ruthless, bloodthirsty, and wild. They were still young, their blood sang with each movement, from flipping a page, or landing a well-deserved punch in Raphael's face for jeering at him for his height.

Gabriel sighed and leaned back in his chair, his white robes sliding over his body like silk, the muscles tensing slightly before relaxing. His golden wings falling slightly over his shoulders, creating a shawl of golden feathers. His brother Lucifer leered at him, a nasty smile on his face as he mocked Gabriel about how distinctly feminine he looked. Needless to say, Lucifer and Gabriel were sent by Michael. to see father from how badly they had beaten each other. After their stern "talking-to" from their father, Lucifer ran off to the throne room, and ogled the Throne of stone, and sat down watching the fall of their fathers previous creations. Gabriel had to admit, the stone-giants were an interesting race, but they did not pertain to his interest...

He really should have listened to Balthazar and just asked his father already instead of locking himself away in the one of many libraries of heaven. Specifically, the library that was almost empty, barely coming to fruition. The race was new, just born, and therefore, no history was recorded.

The library of humanity.

Little to no prophecies were foretold by his aunt, his fathers younger sister, about his fathers new creations, so there were no scrolls hidden in any nook and cranny pertaining to the future of this new race. He looked down at the books, than at the scroll that was about to fall off the end of the table, before the wood extended another three feet, the scroll halting to a stop. Gabriel ran his fingers over the table, feeling his fathers wisdom and grace in the wood. Unlike earth's wood, as Gabriel read, it was not brown, instead it was no colour man had seen, the veins of life flowing through the wood. Heaven's trees were another vital source of power. It did not need water and sunlight to survive. It solely lived off of the grace and wisdom of his omnipresent father, who seems to know everything and everyone.

'Does Father know what I am doing?' Gabriel thought apprehensively, rolling his honey coloured eyes as he heard a loud, unmistakably Michael-shockwave shatter yet another sword from too much grace. Lucifer's whining of "cheating" and Raphael's cheering of another bloody fist-fight instead of a sword-fight, which would end in the two breaking more weapons by the sheer use of too much force and grace in one spot, rather than concentrating it all over the blade -the smart thing to do-

"You know, if you roll your eyes any harder, cousin, I would think that they would get stuck,"

Gabriel didn't bat an eyelash at the sudden appearance of Balthazar. He was much younger than him, but then again, most of the seraphs were. Only Michael, Lucifer, and Raphael were older than him, Uriel was younger, and Ithuriel, and then father decided that more angels were required to help him with his creations, the humans. To guide them, to love them, and to carry out his will.

"I would stop when my brothers stop being idiots." Gabriel said boredly, pushing his books and scrolls to the side, watching Balthazar raise an eyebrow as he caught the titles of his reading material.

" 'Birth of humanity'? Seriously Gabriel? Why not ask Father to just give-"

"Because, I d-"

"You're a coward?" Balthazar said slyly, watching as Gabriel's face darkened.

"Tread carefully, Balthazar. You might need to see Uriel when I'm done with you.." Gabriel growled darkly. Balthazar raised his hands, a sign of surrender.

Gabriel may be one of the younger archangels, but that didn't mean he was the weaker one. The only ones who have successfully beaten him in anything physical was his brother Michael, and Lucifer. Raphael claimed to have beaten him in a fist fight, but that didn't count.

"Calm down, I was merely suggesting that you ask Father about getting.." Balthazar motioned to the reading material, making Gabriel shift slightly, wings shivering. "some form of offspring."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. Offspring?

"Are you implying I should get pregnant?" Gabriel asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, looking confused.

Balthazar laughed, his grace emanating the momentary burst of happiness. His smaller, angular wings hovered behind him, only one set of wings, while Gabriel had three.

"No, no. I was implying you should ask Father to make you one. Or ask him to let you watch over a human child." Balthazar said, looking at Gabriel, who perked up, his wings rising to their full peak. They were long, a foot longer than Gabriel's arms, angled for speed and agility.

"You think he will let me?" Gabriel asked, excitement spilling in his voice. Balthazar nodded, and before he could even blink, Gabriel disappeared.

"He is seriously in need of an infant." Balthazar muttered, picking up the scroll of the soon to be birth of Adam and Eve's child.

"Definitely the maternal one, he is."

Standing outside the throne room, Gabriel gulped nervously. He was definitely having some second thoughts. Maybe this wasn't a good idea-

'Gabriel...'

He froze, his father's voice penetrating his mind, his grace flickered inside him, swirling and violently ecstatic at the presence of its maker. Golden eyes went down to his feet, his sandals protecting him from the marble floors.

'My son, come in. I did not create you to defy your instincts when they are this strong.'

Gabriel nodded, unsure if his father could see him, but then again, his father knows everything, so really, what was the point in asking? Nodding with his new-found knowledge, he pushed the door open.

Inside, his father was standing over another table, his siblings all standing around the table, muttering in their old, ancient language that hurt Gabriel's head as he tried to decipher it, despite his only language was Enochian. All of them covered in battle scars, or depressions in their body from loss of body mass, or chunks of bitten from something terrifyingly strong. Gabriel never ever seen his father fight, nor did he see his aunties or uncles fight, but they were all so powerful, just being in the same room as them made him quake. He felt so small...

"Gabriel." He jerked his eyes forward and saw that only his father was there, his siblings gone, probably jerked away to their own dimension. His father's shock white hair fell down his back, his broad mountainous shoulders, and towering height. If Gabriel ever ended on his father's bad side, or on the opposite side of the battlefield, he would easily surrender. No one could take his father down. No one.

"Father." Gabriel bowed lowly, and looked up, seeing his father closer now, his eyes full of love and adoration, he relaxed and felt his grin slip on his face for the first time since he had developed that annoying urge. His father smiled, eyes soft and loving for his most flamboyant son, who, lately, was quiet, reserved, and full of endless questions.

'What is it you need, my son?"He asked, motioning Gabriel to follow, who tripped over his feet doing so, struggling to keep up with his fathers long, powerful legs.

"Well, what do I need?" Gabriel asked, grin faltering slightly before it lit up once again, mischief gleaming dangerously, making his father sigh before shaking his head.

"Besides another name for your platypus." He said before Gabriel opened his mouth. Said archangel sighed. He really should have thought of a better name. Tyrannosaurus Rex was an awesome name-

"Already taken, son. Remember my pets before Michael's temper-tantrum?" His father reminded him. Gabriel scowled. Damned Michael and his stupid fear of things with scales.

"Yes, father." Gabriel sulked, sitting at his fathers feet as they reached his throne. No one sat in the throne beside his father, that was reserved for something, or someone. He asked his father once, and he received the most intense stare he ever experienced. He swore to Michael and Lucifer that he felt himself shrink into a mere muddle of existence. And since then, no one dared to question him on the empty throne.

"Do you plan on telling me what you have come here for, my son? Or shall I read your mind?" His father smiled at him, despite his warrior, and impenetrable physical appearance, his father doted on his sons and daughters. He loved them with such ferocity, and Gabriel's devotion grew each time he saw the love his father held for him.

"Normally, I would say you could read my mind.."Gabriel trailed off slightly, looking at his fathers feet, noting how large his feet were, and then at his fathers impossibly long warrior legs.

"But..?" His father urged softly, patience and serenity radiated off him, and Gabriel's grace relaxed under the soothing vibes, and soon Gabriel was lulled into a sense of security and love.

"I want to tell you."Gabriel sighed, putting his head on his father's lap. His fathers gentle, warrior hands - which have taken many lives, and created just as much, though him and his brothers often wondered if their father killed more souls than save and created..- laced in his hair, softly rubbing his scalp.

"Alright son, tell me. What is it?" He asked again, although there was no sign of impatience. His father, his almighty, dangerous, loving father was always patient with his children.

"I.."Gabriel faltered, before closing his amber eyes. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Father, I want a child."

"I take it went well, then?" Lucifer drawled from the door way, Gabriel hummed in response, ignoring him completely, staring down at the cherub in his arms. He thought that his father was going to give him the task to look after Adam and Eve's new child, which she was heavily pregnant with, but instead, his father had told him to close his eyes, which he did without hesitation.

A few seconds later, a soft, warm, living body was placed gently in his arms. Gabriel had tears of grace falling out of his eyes, falling on to the cherubs chubby cheeks, his little chubby arms reaching out to grab at Gabriel's light brown hair. Gabriel smiled lovingly down at his charge, placing his finger in the little cherub's grasp.

Warmth shot up inside him as the cherub looked up at him, eyes gleaming with icy grace, as the small angel pulled Gabriel's finger into its mouth.

"-riel! Gabriel!" Gabriel looked up to see Lucifer was inside the room with him, only a few feet from him. Gabriel relaxed, and turned around to show Lucifer his charge. Lucifer looked at his face, almost mocking, before looking at the small cherub. The change was instant. Gabriel watched as Lucifer's mocking face melted away to one of adoration and love. When a new angel is created, or born in some cases, everyone loves them. It is a magnetic pull, almost stronger than the pull to love each other.

"What's his name?" Lucifer breathed softly, standing directly in front of Gabriel now, impossibly close. Their thighs touching, both archangels stared at the cherub with awe and adoration.

Gabriel smiled.

"His name is Castiel."

Well, I hope you love it. I tried to make it seem so that heaven is new, still undergoing construction. And this is how I view God, a warrior who has a haven to step away from, and that would be his family. And to me, the angels, especially when they are newborns, are violent and free. They are still on emotional and physical highs, especially with each other. Think of puppies... Bloodthirsty, violent-loving puppies. Only with each other, though. With their beloved fathers creations, I think they will follow his will and love them, guide them, etc.

Have any questions, fire away in your review, and I will find a way to respond. FF has certainly changed from when I last used it.

Monster out.