Angels, Tears, and God!
Summary:
As the brothers are trying to deal with their pain and misery, God decided to come back and dump a bunch of ex-archangels, crying baby angels, and they try to deal with much of pranks, tears, and baby angels. Set during season 8.
Notes:
Thanks for stopping by to reads this story, and there's not much I want to say but to say thanks.
Prologue
Dean Winchester was honestly the last person to have so much faith in God. He though why would such being even bother to help them through the apocalypse, when his brother was without his soul, Heaven's civil war, Purgatory's black goo, or even when his little brother Sam was strapped to a hospital bed. So when he woke up in a limbo like state in some bar he honestly prayed to anyone to tell him what the hell was going on.
He stopped looking around for an answer when a cough interrupted his thoughts. He jerked around to see a well dressed Chuck. Dean stopped and his words were caught on his throat. His brain was desperately looking for an explanation as to why the hell was Chuck-of all people- was standing in front of him. "Chuck? What the have you been? Where the hell are we?"
Chuck shifted, and he moved towards the seats on the wall. Chuck let out a dry sigh, and clapped his hands against each other. "Well I have been, you know, around." Dean leaned in walking towards him. He sat opposite to him, leaning in.
"What the hell do you mean by, 'around'? Where the hell have you been?! We though you were dead, or something! And where the hell am I?" Chuck looked down before meeting his eye.
"Well you see, I had a job to do right now and I'm trying to make things right, and, um, I have a little favor to ask you." Dean was now more confused than before. All he remembered was getting into the bunker to get some well needed rest and falling asleep. That's about all he did. Chuck seemed to catch up and he cleared his throat before he got something from his pocket. There on his palm was Dean lost necklace. The golden charm was dangling in front of him, and Dean was remembering the last time he last saw of it.
"What the hell? Where the hell did you got from?" Dean seized the necklace and was now examining the details. Chucked chucked and looked at Dean.
'"Well it's a funny story really, but that's not why I brought it here." Dean suddenly snapped out of his state and remembered where he was. Dean's expression turned hostile.
"Yeah Chuck, explain all this crap." Chucked lifted his finger and like a 'click' the amulet suddenly went all bright, startling Dean, while almost dropping it in the process. Dean suddenly realized the words that Cas had spoken of his amulet finding God. Making the connections Dean stared at Chuck with an awe expression.
"You?! You're God?!" Dean yelled out while standing up, his mind was working on how he could have missed the evidenced that was right under his nose. He tried to wrapped his mind on how Chuck-of all people- was God. The same Chuck that drank his life away and had false that he was a prophet. Chuck was standing up as well and looked at him with a sorry expression.
"Look I now that this is a lot to take in, but I really need your help right now." Dean looked at the ex-prophet-if he even as one-with a questionable look. God? Needing his help? Of all good people out there, he chose him?
"Yes Dean I need you're help." Dean let out a dry chuckled and remembered how all the times he prayed for Him, and all he could do was laugh at the irony. Chuck looked at him with a pleading look before looking down once more.
"I know that you have zero faith on me, and I'm not on you're best people list. But I can explain myself." Dean looked at his face and with all his mid trying to comprehend the moment Chuck talked;
"I never really left, you know, anyone. I simply left the front row seat. I wanted you, all of humanity, to grow on your own. I though the same for Heaven, for them to have some faith for themselves and all the free will thing. That didn't work." Dean mumbled a 'obviously' under his breath and let chuck continue. "I do regret a lot of things but Dean you must understand why I did that, and I have to ask something of you." Dean, already not liking the situation at all in the beginning, now felt his chest grow heavy at the request that God was going to say.
"I need to go back to Heaven and set things straight before things get out of control again, but I need to set things back the way it used to be. I need you to, uh, if you could, teach my angels how to love humanity. Make them understand and hopefully succeed where I have failed as I Father." The air seemed to stop going into his lungs as he heard the words that he spoke.
"You want me, to teach full-grown angels how to love butterflies and dance happily to the sunset? While you set things good in Heaven?" Dean asked with his words skepticism while looking at him with a 'really?' face.
"Well their mostly going to be the archangels." Dean's eyes widen at his response. He remembered the apocalypse, and he truly didn't want to got through such again.
"What the hell you mean by that? You mean all of them? Like Lucifer, and the douchebag Micheal, or the dick Raphael, or the frickin' trickster of Gabriel?!" Dean breathed out while Chuck shifted uncomfortable again.
"Yes, all of them. I just need some time while you try to teach them how to love. I'll prepare them for you. They won't remember much, and they won't be all grown but like children." Dean was now begging for someone to come and wake him up from this terrible dream of his and for him to be back at the bunker with Sam once more. He honestly didn't want this anymore.
"Look they won;t even remember you, like for a month or so, until I get Heaven back on track, please I'm begging you here Dean." Dean didn't know what to feel at the moment because he had people over the years beg for their life, not ever has God beg, for him. So it was a bit startling.
"Okay, say I even think of allowing such to happen, what will we get in return?"
"Non-dick archangels?" So that's how much of the conversation went.