I've had this idea for quite some time and I had some weird headcanon where Odin cursed Loki/Gabriel's kids to get vengeance on Loki/Gabriel for causing the deaths of Höðr and Baldr (Odin's two sons) and once Odin died in "Hammer of the Gods" the curse broke and Gabriel/Loki's kids were able to escape. I may add more one-shots later pertaining to Gabriel and his kids because they all are just cuties!
This is AU as Gabriel joins TFW after "Changing Channels" and doesn't end up trying to kill Lucifer and dying he. Also, if any of the translations are wrong, please PM me or leave me a review so I can change them. I don't know Icelandic and all translations are from Google Translate (so already I'm sure they aren't 100% correct).
And I apologize for the lack of Castiel in this fic. He does show up in the beginning but disappears fairly quickly because he just didn't seem to fit in the story with how I wanted it to go. Nothing against the little trench coated angel but Cas'll just make a brief appearance.
There is a companion story to this, "An Eye for An Eye" which basically talks about what exactly happened to Loki/Gabriel's kids before this fic (like a prequel).
EDIT: A BUNCH OF THE TRANSLATIONS HAVE BEEN FIXED CURTSY OF A USER ON AO3 NAMED lilja89
Dean grumbled as they walked through the forest, cursing Gabriel under his breath. Sam didn't look any happier, being dumped in the middle of a woodsy area in a small Maine town, having no clue what they were hunting. At least not specifically. The particular case the two hunters had been working on seemed to only lead to dead end after dead end, and they both of the brothers had turned to their angelic friends, Castiel and Gabriel – who had joined Team Free Will after the stint in Wellington, Ohio when he had stuck them in Tv Land – but neither celestial being had a definite answer to what they were hunting.
"Why the hell did he snap us here and leave?" Dean growled, swatting at a mosquito.
"I don't know," Sam sighed. "But at least he dropped us off near the cave were it lived," he pointed out, shifting the angel blade in his hand.
"Yeah, but Mr. Tough-Archangel couldn't stick around and help, no offense Cas," He added the last part quickly, glancing over at the trench coated angel who didn't look too offended.
"It's fine Dean. I too am confused why my brother left but knowing him, he hasn't gone too far," Cas responded and his blade sliding out as well. "Perhaps he is scouting ahead."
"Whatever, let's just get this over with." Dean walks past some large oaks before coming to a grassy clearing which soon turns rocky. "This it?"
Sam nods, standing beside his brother. Looking around, he frowns. "I was expecting…"
"Something already?" Dean finished, looking around as well.
"Yeah."
"Maybe it's asleep?" The older hunter wonders, unsure what to do now. They had no clue what they were dealing with and thanks to a dickbag Trickster-Archangel, they were stuck dealing with a creature they didn't know how to kill.
At his words, Sam gave him a bitch face, but the snapping of a twig caused both hunters to turn their attention back to a cave like den before them. Nodding to each other, they raised their angel blades and Cas moved to stand on the opposite side of Dean.
"I thought you humans were smarter." A voice echoed through the clearing, raspy and rough, startling the three remaining members of Team Free Will.
On multiple occasions they had faced monsters that talked down of humanity, but the way this beast spoke, it didn't sound like it was purposely insulting the human race. Instead, it sounded slightly… disappointed as if expecting grander.
"And yet," the beast continued. "More of you return here and ignore my words."
Sam glanced over at his brother, worry, and confusion written all over his face. This wasn't what they were expecting, an almost civilized monster. Both hunters expected a bloody fight, to already be attacked and held down instead of having a "friendly" chat with a voice.
"Show yourself, beast," Dean told the voice, holding the angel blade in his hand a bit higher. "Or are you afraid of us?" An air of smugness was audible in Dean's words at this as both of the humans had easily gained quite the rep in the hunter community and amongst monsters and all things that go bump in the night.
"I am not afraid of you, human," the creature stated but Sam could hear in the beast's tone it wasn't trying to sound smug or prideful. Instead, it sounded like it was merely stating a fact. Like they were just ordinary humans and it had faced much worse. "And beast? I am nothing like those monsters that dwell here on Midgard, little human." A growl rumbled through the forest when the voice said beast as if offended and angry by the term.
"Oh really?" Dean asked, challenging the voice.
"All those who go bump in the night – Skin Walkers, Werewolves, Vampires, and Arachnids – those are all monsters that kill humans for food. For fun even. I am not like any of those beasts," the voice explained, snarling at the word "beast" and Sam and Dean turned to each other, a bit surprised.
Never had they faced monsters that criticized other things, even going as far as sounding offended by being called a beast or monster. So far, this hunt wasn't anything like what they had originally imagined.
"How the hell do you know about-" Dean began, only to be interrupted by a wheezy chuckle, the sound sending shivers down the two hunters' spines and Castiel's grace.
"I have heard tales of such creatures before, hunter, and can assure you they are nothing like me. You may call me beast or monster but I am not one," the creature responded and Sam could almost hear melancholy in those words.
Like the voice's owner was trying to prove it didn't deserve that name and it made Sam wonder if they were actually fighting something dangerous. If maybe, perhaps, they were looking at this the wrong way.
Stepping forwards, Sam frowned. "If you're nothing like those monsters, then why did you attack those people? Why did you kill some of them?" He wondered, trying to reason with the creature that still dwelled in the shadows of its den. If he was right, then maybe this animal wasn't purposely trying to attack others. Though, with the chance he might be wrong, the younger hunter didn't loosen the grip he had on the angel blade in his hand. He wasn't foolish enough to let down his guard.
"I never meant to kill any, hunter. I warned them multiple times to stay away, that I mean no harm and only wished to be alone, but never did they listen," the voice told Sam, its words telling the hunter that it never intended to have hurt anyone.
Dean snorted, rolling his eyes. "You're a hero, you know that. Our mistake, we'll just leave you alone," he spoke with sarcasm dripping from his words and the beast let out a growl, not appreciating the way Dean talked to it.
"You dare speak to me like that, little human?" The ground began to shake and the beast moved forwards, standing just at the edge of the shadowy den's entrance. Two large gold eyes glowed in the darkness, reminding Sam of when Bilbo was facing off against Smaug with the eerie eyes.
"Dean, I don't think it's wise to speak to this creature with disrespect. It's much more powerful than you think," Cas warned the older hunter, sensing the power radiating off the animal in front of them.
It wasn't like any creature the angel had seen before, much too powerful to be an ordinary monster or even pagan god but not as powerful as an angel at full power. This worried the blue eyed angel and he found himself moving slightly in front his friends, raising his own blade.
A shadow soon fell over Team Free Will as the beast immerged from the shadows. Gapping and looking upwards in surprise, the three of them found themselves staring at a large wolf-like creature. It gave a loud snarl, revealing wickedly sharp canines that were about the size of an adult's hand. Sam noticed that when the beast opened its mouth, there was a large gaping wound in both the upper and lower jaw, almost as if something had pierced through the wolf's jaws. Dried blood was clotted around the wounds, turning the dark grey fur there a rusty orange-red.
Whenever that had happened had to have been a while ago but Sam noted the wound had yet to close, giving him the feeling that perhaps the weapon used to inflict the wound was no ordinary one. The air around them crackled with energy, making the hairs on the backs of their necks stand up.
"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed with wide eyes, stepping backwards.
"I will give you one last chance to leave and never return. I do not wish to harm you," the wolf growled, gold eyes watching them carefully.
Sam glanced down at the large claws on the wolf's paws and just as he was about to give the large wolf his attention once more, the taller hunter also noticed a dark red ring of flesh visible just above the paw of the beast. Wincing at the raw skin and dried blood clumping the grey fur around it, Sam realized that each paw had a wound almost exactly the same, causing Sam to come to the conclusion the wolf had been bound. Most likely by shackles.
Frowning, the hunter knew he had heard of a wolf bound before, although at the moment, fear seemed to make it hard to remember what they were facing.
"All of us?" he said instead, wondering how generous the wolf would be. If having been bound before, they might not get lucky and all make it out alive.
The giant wolf nodded – which seemed almost human like at first glance. "Even your angel will be fine," it added.
"How do you know of angels?" Cas questioned, curious.
Tilting its head slightly, the wolf watched Cas with caution. "I have heard of such beings before, hunter. Do you accept my proposition about leaving?" It asked and Sam could've sworn that the more it spoke, the more human like it sounded and its actions added to that.
"We can't have you hurting anymore humans," Dean spoke up, moving forwards to stand beside Cas once more. "So, no. We won't leave."
The wolf's gold eyes darkened and it tipped its head to nod at Dean's words. "Very well, little hunter."
In the blink of an eye, the wolf no longer was peaceful and timid looking, but instead a fearsome beast. A growl rumbled in its throat and the two hunters barely had time to prepare before it lunged forwards to attack.
Cursing, Dean dove out of the way, yanking Cas along with him.
Sam stumbled backward to avoid the snapping jaws, eyes wide and silently cursing his brother for pissing off the giant wolf.
Unfortunately, just as the hunters who were quick on their feet, the wolf seemed to be as well as it turned quickly, biting down on Dean's leg and dragging him towards it.
Yelping, the older hunter dropped his blade and twisted, trying to reach it as he was dragged backwards. The teeth only sunk deeper into his flesh and hissing under his breath, he aimed a kick at the beast's snout with his other foot. Dean's foot just barely missed the old wound the wolf already had, causing it to howl in pain.
With the beast distracted, Dean crawled away from the wolf's jaws, grabbing his blade once more. The wolf's snarl caused the ground to shake once more, making Sam loose his balance. If it wasn't angry then, it definitely was now.
Dean noticed how the creature was about to attack his little brother and swung his angel blade in the wolf's direction. The silver metal met the wolf's leg and sliced open the fur and skin, causing both red blood and a greenish-blue light to leak from the wound.
"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed, confused.
The wolf whipped its head around to face Dean, teeth gleaming with saliva and gold eyes narrowed.
"Over here, assbutt!" Cas yelled and the wolf quickly turned its head to glare at the angel, lifting a paw and lashing out in Cas' direction.
"Cas, look out!" Sam yelled and the angel grunted in pain as the claws torn away at the trench coat and shirt he worn, as well as ripping his vessel's chest.
"Shit," Dean hissed, watching blood begin to blossom on the white shirt as well as the blueish glow of grace escaping the deep wound. Any human would've bled out within a few minutes at the wound left behind and both hunters were glad Cas wasn't a human. He tried to move closer to the wolf, finding it difficult though as the sheer size of the beast made it nearly impossible to attack without the risk of injury.
Whatever they were fighting wasn't going to give up and had practice, it seemed, fighting others before as its moves were precise and purposeful. They were meant to wound the opponent and/or kill it.
It seemed though they had finally gotten lucky as the wolf seemed distracted with fighting off both Cas and Sam, allowing the older hunter to moved towards it stealthily. Crouching under the wolf's belly, Dean noticed the wound on the beast's lower jaw and smirked, getting close enough to jam his blade in the old injury.
This caused the animal to give a painful howl, tossing its head back and forth frantically. The angel blade refused to be lodged free from the injury and fresh blood began to fall from the recently opened wound and all three members of Team Free Will could see the injury was extremely painful to the beast. The wolf tried to shake the blade free – which only caused the sharp weapon to tear more at the flesh around it – and Dean grunted when the wolf's muzzle slammed into his chest. He went flying, crashing into a nearby tree, breathless.
Sam, during the creature's erratic movements, tried to slip behind it but it appeared the wolf was now paying closer attention to the two remaining beings before it and it turned to attack the taller hunter, jaws snapping shut just a centimeter from his face.
Swinging his blade out in front of him, Sam slashed at the wolf's cheek, red blood beginning to blossom from the wound. Distracted though by his attack, Sam soon found himself pinned underneath one of the wolf's paws, gasping for air. It felt like a heavy weight was crushing his ribs and lungs and releasing the angel blade in his hand, he began to claw at the exposed skin on the wolf's leg, hoping to cause enough pain for the wolf to remove its paw.
"Fenrir," he choked out, calling the beast's name as it popped into his head, everything finally clicking into place.
They had stumbled upon the son of Loki, Fenrir Wolf, who had been bound and locked away. That explained the injuries the wolf carried and why it attacked them only once they appeared as a threat. All this had been self defense and Sam realized that he would soon die from suffocation, crushed under the mighty paws of the god.
Fenrir's eyes though seemed to soften ever so slightly at hearing his name and the weight lessened by a sliver but black dots still filled the hunter's vision.
"Nóg! (Enough)"
Sam turned his head to see Gabriel walking towards the wolf, no weapons in his hands.
"Gabriel! Careful!" Sam choked out, forgetting that the Archangel was once the god, Loki, but the smile the Archangel flashed him told the hunter Gabriel knew the hunter meant well.
Looking back at the hunter, Gabriel frowned, not pleased. "Slepptu honum (Let him go)," he told Fenrir and the wolf dipped his head, lifting his paw and moving backward to give the hunter some room to get up.
The Archangel then walked over to Sam, placing a hand on the hunter's chest and healing any bruised or cracked ribs he had. He did the same with Cas and Dean.
"Gabriel," Sam croaked, not taking his eyes off the sitting wolf not too far away. "Why'd you leave?"
"Had to do something quickly, Sam-a-lam, check who we were up against but you seemed to already figure it out," The Trickster stated with a smile and Dean glared at him.
"You couldn't have come sooner?" He spat and Gabriel shrugged.
Walking back towards the wolf, he stood right beside it and began to run a hand through the thick messy grey fur, healing any injuries the hunters had caused. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to manage to piss off Fen here as quickly as you had," he shot back sarcastically.
"Wait, you mean I was correct?" Sam asked, rubbing his chest with eyes wide. "That's really-"
"Yup." Fenrir lay down, lifting his muzzle to nuzzle the Trickster-Archangel and Gabriel smiled, placing a kiss on his son's nose.
Dean looked confused and turned to Cas. "Do you happen to know a giant wolf named Fen?" He asked, feeling a bit stupid that his geek little brother had figured it out and he hadn't.
Cas stowed his blade. "Not Fen but I have heard rumors that have mentioned a giant wolf. I haven't ever come across him before because it was said the Norse locked him away," he explained and at the words "locked up" Fen whimpers and Gabriel moved closer, wrapping his arms around the large wolf to comfort him.
"This is a god?"
"Yes, he is. Remember the tales about Loki?" Gabriel explained and Dean nodded.
"Kind of. Loki had a bunch of giant kids and did a bunch of crazy stuff. You're telling me you actually did all those things as him?" The older hunter asked with wide eyes and the Archangel grinned wider.
"Guilty," he chirped, ruffling the fur on the wolf's head. The wolf gave a wounded bark and worry filled Gabriel's gaze. "Fen, buddy, what's-" His words trailed off as he spotted the blade still buried in Fenrir's bottom jaw and narrowed his eyes, no longer playful or happy.
Glaring at the hunters, he said, "Which one of you stabbed him there?"
Sam looked at Dean and the hunter tried not to shrink away at the death glare from the Trickster.
"You had the genius idea to stab my son right were the old wound was, pray tell why? Do you even know how painful it is for him, having yet another blade jammed into his jaw?" Gabriel spat, moving towards the older hunter. "Did you even think to why the wound wasn't healed over and still open? Huh? Maybe I should turn you into human pin cushion and make you feel the pain Fenrir felt," Gabriel threatened, the Trickster in him leaking through.
At this point, the short Archangel stood chest to chest with the hunter, and Dean shuddered at the power crackling from the pissed off Archangel. The hunter, having faced a lot of monsters without any fear couldn't help but be fearful of Gabriel. After all, he was the Trickster still, an unpredictable being that dished out karma and revenge without hesitation. Gabriel would definitely follow through with his threat and make this painful for the older hunter.
"Gabriel," Castiel warned, nervous as well. "He didn't know." The Trickster didn't back down though, not until Fenrir gave a small whimper, crouching with his belly pressed against the floor.
Sighing, Gabriel ran a hand over his face. "You're lucky Fen doesn't like arguing," he told the hunter before making his way back over to his son. "Fen, bud," he whispered, kneeling before the large wolf. "This is gonna hurt but papa has to pull the blade out okay? Then he can heal it and make all the hurt go away, okay?" He told his child, much like how one would talk to a little kid who had a splinter.
Only this little kid happened to be a wolf easily over eight feet and the splinter was a long angel blade.
Fenrir shrank away, giving a pained cry and Gabriel gave him a soft smile. "I won't hurt you, Fenrir but if I don't get it out, then it will still hurt, got it?"
The wolf nodded and lifted his head up to allow his parent to easily pull out the blade.
"This'll hurt for just a few seconds then everything will be fine buddy," Gabriel explained and grasping the handle of the blade, he didn't look away as he withdrew the blade quickly and smoothly. Fenrir gave a low howl, blood leaking from the wound and Gabriel then placed his hand over the opening, easing his grace to help heal and close the wound.
Dean's blade clattered as it hit the ground and Gabriel kicked it away, making sure it would no longer be any harm to his child. The last thing he wanted was Fenrir thinking he might get hurt and feel threatened.
Once the wound was closed and fully healed, Gabriel then moved his hands to heal the other wounds on his child. As the injuries – both old ones and newer ones – vanished, Gabriel could see Fenrir visibly relaxing, no longer looking pained or tense. When his grace reached the damage done from the cuffs, the Archangel tried not to wince. Fenrir though flinched when Gabriel's hands touched the raw flesh, whining.
"Hurts papa," he cried.
This pissed Gabriel that his son had endured so much pain, even to the fact the wolf would shy away or flinch as his touch, but remained calm to not let his anger show. The last thing the Trickster wanted was to frighten Fenrir after his child was still recovering from the trauma he had been forced to endure for centuries.
"I know, litli hvolpurinn minn (my little pup),"Gabriel murmured, rubbing his son's furry cheek. "I know this hurts but it'll be better soon. No more hurts."
"Lofarðu? (Promise?)" Fenrir asked, gold eyes watching his parent carefully.
"Ég lofa (I promise)," Gabriel replied without missing a beat and Fenrir nodded.
The flesh soon turned from an angry red to a pale pinkish in colour, dark grey fur beginning to regrow and soon, it was hard to tell that there was once no fur there. A small, wolfish grin appeared on Fenrir's face and he nuzzled his father, shrinking down to the size of an average wolf.
"Papa, who are they?" Fenrir soon asked, noticing that the two hunters and their angel friend still were standing in the forest clearing.
"Fen, that's your uncle Cas, and his friends Dean and Sam. They're nice hunters, just Dean can be a skíthæll (jerk) at times," Gabriel chuckled, pointing to each of them as he said their names.
"I'm a what?" Dean growled, standing up. "What did you call me?!" He asked, pestering Gabriel but the Archangel shrugged, smirking.
"Relax Dean-o. Nothing too bad, I promise."
Fenrir gave a bark of laughter at the flustered hunter, only making Dean more frustrated.
Gabriel's smirk though soon faltered as he watched his son. "Fen, buddy, how'd you escape? Not that I'm not happy you're here, free but I thought… I thought it was impossible to remove the chains. That the spell placed on them was too strong," he said and Fenrir shifted so he was curled around his father, nudging the Trickster's legs to tell him to sit.
Gabriel did so, crossing his legs and Fenrir placed his head on his father's lap. A soft sigh escaped his jaws, worrying Gabriel.
"Keðjurnar brotnuðu Faðir (The chains broke, father). Ég veit ekki hvernig en ég slapp og faldi mig fyrir honum (I don't know how but I escaped and hid from him), " Fenrir told Gabriel quietly, confusion in his tone.
"Odin's spell must've broken when he died," Gabriel mumbled, half to himself and Fenrir lifted his head, tilting it to the side. "Óðinn er dauður Fenrir (Odin is dead Fenrir)," he explained and the wolf's ears perked up, clearly happy to hear that.
"Dauður? (Dead?)" Fenrir echoed and Gabriel nodded, kissing the top of his head.
Dean coughed awkwardly, grabbing both father and son's attention. "Uh, not to break the wonderful family bonding but could maybe we finish it back in the motel?" The older hunter asked, killing another mosquito that had landed on his arm and the Trickster chuckled noticing the mud and dirt covering the older Winchester. Sam smacked his brother's shoulder, giving Gabriel an exasperated look for his brother's words.
"Why in such a hurry, Dean-o?" Gabriel asked, teasing the older hunter and pretending not to notice the drying mud on the hunter's skin and hair.
"Can we just head back?" Dean pressed, scratching at the mud on his arm and the Archangel nodded, snapping his fingers and transporting them back.
The five of them landed in the Winchester brothers' motel room, Gabriel still sitting with Fenrir's head on his lap. Cas took a seat on one of the chairs, watching silently at the now normal sized wolf and Dean slipped into the washroom to wash off everything that clung to his skin. Sam, on the other hand, was still standing and looking down at Fenrir.
Gabriel noticed this and smiled. "He won't bite you Sambo. You can come a bit closer," he jokes playfully and Sam sits down across from the two powerful beings, still looking a bit uncomfortable.
"Hey, uh, Fenrir," Sam began, scratching the back of his neck and the wolf lifted his head so that he was face to face with the younger hunter. "Sorry about, you know, attacking you. And what Dean had said," he apologized and Fenrir moved to nuzzle Sam's hand.
"Ég fyrirgef þér Sam (I forgive you Sam)," Fenrir told him and Sam furrowed his brow, confused.
"Fen, English please," The Trickster-Archangel gently scolded his son and Fenrir repeated what he had said to Sam, this time in English.
"And I am sorry for any harm you or your brother had received from me as well," he added and Sam scratched the wolf's ears, smiling.
"Thanks." Sam and Gabriel sat with Fenrir, Cas watching from the side.
When Dean came back, clean, the older hunter made his way over to the others. He scratched the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly. "I just wanted to say sorry Fenrir, for stabbing you," Dean said and Fenrir stood, padding over to Dean.
Both Sam and Gabriel watched as Fenrir stopped right in front of Dean and the wolf said, "I've forgiven you Dean, just like I have with your brother." He glanced back at his father before returning his gold eyes to the tall hunter. "My father always told me never to hold grudges and I understand you only wished to help other humans," Fenrir told him, making a smile appear on Dean's face.
Bending down, he rubbed Fenrir's head. "Thanks, Fenrir."
"Brother," Cas began, getting Gabriel's attention. "Could you help me with warding this room? I doubt having a god will not attract some unwanted attention and the last thing I want is to have harm befall upon your son," the angel stated and Gabriel nodded, getting to his feet.
"'Course Cassie."
While the two angelic beings dealt with warding their room, Sam disappeared into the bathroom to change, leaving Dean and Fenrir together.
"You know, for being the kid of a Trickster, you hardly seem to be getting into any trouble," the hunter said, sitting on his bed and still scratching Fenrir's head.
Gabriel chuckled. "He's just warming up to you Dean-o. Believe me, Fen's quite the prankster."
Dean's eyes widened slightly and he met Fenrir's watching a mischievous twinkle appear in the wolf's gold eyes.
"Great, another trickster," he said with a small sigh. "Are your other kids like that as well?"
"Yup."
A groan left the hunter's lips and he hoped that neither of Gabriel's kids would start a prank war once they were all found. That, Dean suspected, would not end well.
It was later in the evening and both of the Winchesters were sitting at the small table, eating some Thai food that Gabriel had snapped up. Fenrir was currently curled up on Sam's bed, asleep.
Gabriel kept glancing over at his son from the edge of the bed, worried. The Trickster seemed tense every time Fenrir made even the slightest movements; practically hovering over the wolf's sleeping form.
"Gabriel, he will be okay," Cas told his brother and Gabriel frowned.
"I know Cassie, but after everything he's been through so far, I just don't want to let anything hurt him anymore," Gabriel admitted, sounding tired.
"Gabriel, dude, he'll be fine. Go outside and take a breather, walk – or well fly – around. You look like shit and if Fenrir sees you like this, then he'll think something is wrong," Dean said to the Archangel. "Just step out and calm down, we can watch Fenrir for a few minutes."
The Trickster frowned, hesitant. "I don't know, Dean-o. What if-"
"Bull shit. We're two hunters and an angel. We stopped the Apocalypse, I'm sure we can watch over your son for like ten minutes," Dean snorted and after a brief pause, Gabriel nodded. The hunter did have a point – not that he'd admit it out loud – and Gabriel rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders.
"Ten minutes. If anything happens to Fen, I will personally torture each and every one of you," Gabriel told them, and after getting all three of Team Free Will to agree to not let anything to happen to Fenrir, the Archangel vanished.
Six and a half minutes. For six and a half minutes after Gabriel's departure, everything was perfectly fine. The Winchesters had went back to eating, chatting with their angelic friend. But after six and a half minutes, that's when shit hit the fan. Fenrir, on the dot, gave a whimper, thrashing and wriggling around on the sheets of the bed. "Shit," Dean cursed, standing up and Sam followed him. "Fenrir? Fen?" Sam asked, approaching the wolf and at hearing his name, Fenrir's head snapped up, gold eyes wide with fear. "Fenrir?"
Gabriel's son gave a low growl, baring his teeth as both of the hunters tried to get close to him.
"Fenrir, we won't hurt you. It was just a bad dream," Sam explained, carefully moving slowly towards the wolf, worried that Fenrir might attack."You're okay."
The growling wolf snapped his jaws when both the hunters got close and Dean wondered if maybe they should call Gabriel to deal with this. Deciding though that the Trickster-Archangel deserved a little time to himself, he planned to only call the Trickster if things went really bad.
"Yeah, Fenrir, you're fine. We won't hurt you, we promise," Dean said and as they continued to reassure Fenrir that he was okay, slowly the wolf began to calm down a bit and let the two hunters get close enough.
"Were's faðir?" Fenrir asked quietly, after having calmed down, gold eyes looking around the room for his parent. "Were is he?"
"Your father will be back very soon, Fenrir," Dean explained but Fenrir gave a whimper, shrinking away from the hunter when he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Gone?" Fenrir whispered, panic in his voice. "He left me again? Was he mad at me? Is that why papa left? Will he come back?"
Frowns appeared on both of the Winchesters' faces as they listened to Fenrir's questions, hearing the genuine fear in the wolf's words. He actually believed his father wasn't coming back.
"I don't want to be alone," the wolf cried, curling in on himself. "I don't want to be alone again. What if he comes back? What if he tries to hurt me again?"
Sam inched closer to the panicking wolf, running a hand down Fenrir's back like how he had seen Gabriel do it. This seemed to calm Fenrir slightly, enough for the wolf to curl up near Sam. "No one will hurt you, okay Fenrir?" Sam told him, a soft smile on his face. "Cas, Dean, and I won't let anyone hurt you."
At his words, a fluttering of wings sounded and Gabriel appeared, looking frantic.
"Fen? Are you okay buddy?" He asked, moving towards his child.
"I thought you left me."
Gabriel shook his head, placing a kiss to his son's head.
"I will always come back, little one."
"And you won't be alone either, Fenrir. You got us even when your dad isn't here," Dean added and Gabriel flashed both of the hunters a grateful smile.
"Yeah. You're part of our weird family and no one will hurt you." Sam ruffled Fenrir's fur, letting the wolf know that whatever he had faced before would never come back to haunt him. The past would remain the past and he was safe.
Thank you, Gabriel mouthed, giving his son a hug.
Here's the first chapter! This fic'll probably be around 10 chapters, as every other chapter will introduce another of Gabriel's other children and how the Winchester's react to all of them. In the original myth, Fenrir was bound and had a sword shoved in his jaw to keep it open, hence why Fen had injuries on his jaws and in my head, wounds caused by the pagans don't heal that easily or quickly.
Tell me what you guys think and who should the Winchesters meet next? I plan on making Hel the last of the four, so should it be Sleipnir or Jörmungandr next? Next chapter should be up in a couple days!
-Ally