Please don't take anything that happens in this fic as my views on religion or God. This is just a story.
It must have been eons since the last time it felt the vibrations of the world. The ebbs and flow of the power that curled into the abyss or doubling back in on itself. Creating more, creating new outlets of power that vibrated to their own rhythm. Energy outside of its source, ones that weren't bound to the changing will of the world. An itch started and kept pushing until it finally formed a word.
Life.
For the first time in eons it could feel Life. The greatest gift its old friend could ever have, one it only knew once in its entire existence at the Creation of its only child. One time in a flicker of the life of a star. And now it could feel it again. Could feel the ripples of the world.
Something was wrong.
It reached out, pressing in return to the ripples. Some of them shivered away, others seemed to rejoice in its caress. It shivered at the pure joy a few of them showed, like they knew what it was and were welcoming it home.
Pulling in it poked around its own binds. The very things that kept it in place for all these eons. They were loose, only barely holding it in. It shivered slightly at the implication, something had shifted in the world. Someone had entered its prison.
Someone had released the prisoners that were in its care.
The next pulse it sent out was nothing but pure terror. Its prisoners were gone. The promise it made all those eons ago was broken. It had slept for too long, been away from the world. It shuddered at the implication, vibrating against the ebbs in fear.
With its bindings loose It slipped free with ease, curling in on itself once free. Oh how the binds had help it tight. Freedom felt so wrong, but still so joyous. It stretched itself as wide as it could go, vibrating along a few ebb lines. This world was so new and so bright.
It shifted along the lines until it found one that vibrated differently, humming to an unknown tune. The vibrations grew stronger as it got closer to the source, flowing into the world and Life for the first time in eons. It finally flowed into the space where the vibrations ebbs started.
What an interesting place...pictures flowed around and around its conscious. Words and voices filled in as well, spinning into the void. Oh...it was in someone's mind! Oh how exciting! This...human...oh...so this is what its old friend had gotten up to since it was sealed. Such power...to create Life like this.
It pushed slightly around, trying to find out what to do now. Seems this human was able to create like her old friend...but not Life. No. The word spun in the human's mind. Art. He could create Art. Maybe..a few more pushes and yes,yes! This human would help!
It pushed again and filled the human's mind with an image. An order.
Create.
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Three F5 tornadoes, a hurricane that went almost all the way inland, and an archangel back from the dead. Something big was happening.
Gabriel had popped into existence in the middle of Bobby's living room a week ago, dropping right on top of Sam who had been lazing on the couch. There was a scuffle between the two, ending with Sam pinning Gabriel to the floor while Dean went through the test. When it was proven that Gabriel was still...Gabriel, he climbed off of him with a blush.
"Sammy, if I knew you liked it like that I would've had a lot more fun during Mystery Spot." Gabriel teased around a sucker, leering up to the other. Sam glared in return, the color not fading from his cheeks yet.
"What are you doing back Gabriel? I thought Lucifer killed you?" Straight to the point as always with Dean, standing away from the archangel.
"He did. I got sprung from Purgatory about...oh right before the first tornado." The sandy haired man leaned back, cracking his back with a yawn. "Something pretty powerful got pulled and took a few souls with it."
"Yeah,we know. The Leviathans got out."
"Nope, not them."
"What?"
"Whatever pulled me out was way stronger"
Sam and Dean looked over at each other, confusion written across the face. They only knew of one person who was strong enough to bring anyone back.
"You think your Dad got involved?"
"Of course he didn't"
At the new voice all three snapped to the front door. Death stood there, as pale and pressed as ever. He glared down his nose at the three of them, eyebrow raised slightly.
"Oh great not you." Dean groaned, rubbing his face.
"Yes me"
Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes as Dean just glared at the other. Death ignored Dean's glare to focus instead on Gabriel.
"So you know what's doing this? Bringing Gabe back, the storms?"
"I do. The storms put me up at first, but the fact an archangel is back sealed the deal."
"Well then...who the fuck is it?"
"My mother."
This is just fiction people!