"Gabriel." She called.
The young archangel's whisky eyes widened when he heard his mother's voice, and he dropped the weird animal behind him, trying to hide it with his figure and wings.
"Hi, momma."
"What is it behind you?" Cassiopeia asked calmly.
He didn't answer, and Michael raised his voice.
"He used dad's stuff and created an animal."
Cassiopeia shook her head. Of course, he had.
"Lucifer said I could." The younger archangel quickly defended himself.
She looked behind herself, seeing her other son sat with an innocent look.
"Father said we could help him."
"While he worked." she reminded them.
Lucifer, Michael and Raphael were already grown, but not Gabriel. He was still in a very curious and creative stage of his life, and his brothers had a huge influence on him. Specially Lucifer.
"Let me give it a look." She sighed.
He leant down and his golden wings almost hit his mother for a brief moment before he gave her the animal.
It was odd.
Very odd.
It looked like a… Beaver? A duck?
"It is a platypus." He said proudly. "And it lays eggs. And it sweats milk."
Cassiopeia didn't even know what to say,
"Oh." She cleared her throat. "Well, it is…"
"Weird?" Lucifer suggested.
"Ugly?" Michael gave his opinion.
"A terrible idea?" Raphael's voice rose for the first time in the conversation.
"Very interesting." She decided.
"You think dad's gonna like it?" His little eyes twinkled.
The goddess looked at the animal clearly made of spare pieces of other species her mate once projected to the planet he was creating. It wasn't alive - of course not - and she wondered what would be his reaction.
"Well…" She looked for words. "I'm sure he's going to be impressed by how creative you are."
It wasn't the answer Gabriel was looking for, and it made Michael chuckle, but he didn't care and opened the big bright smile she loved so much.
Cassiopeiaalways remembered this day when she looked at a platypus.
Now, things were different. Lucifer had recently gotten free from the cage, Gabriel was hiding from his parents, Raphael and Michael had turned their backs to their brothers and the whole angelkind was a mess. Meanwhile, like it wasn't enough, God had decided to hide and ignore the subject every time she tried to bring it up.
Right now, Cassiopeia was on Earth, in front of two humans in a bunker where she knew her four older sons were.
"So." Dean Winchester, the shorter one, cleared his throat. "You're the Cassiopeia."
"Yes." She nodded.
He looked up at his younger brother, not believing the woman.
She was, with her mate and Amara, one of the oldest creatures of the universe. Humans had heard about her, a constellation had been named after her, but seeing her was something completely different.
"Mother." She heard, and Castiel entered the room.
Surprising the two men, the angel hugged the tall woman tightly, his strong arms and black wings wrapping around her protectively.
"Castiel." She kissed his cheek affectionately. "Son."
"You're here for them?" He released her.
The two humans blinked, flabbergasted. It was her. Cassiopeia, the Goddess.
"Someone needs to put this family back on the right tracks." She pointed.
Castiel nodded, agreeing with her, and kissed her forehead before he pointed where she should go.
Cassiopeia entered the room, quickly noticing the four angel traps that locked her four archangels and sighing as the yells ran above her ears.
Lucifer, Michael, Raphael and Gabriel were shouting at each other like four bratty kids – and honestly, they weren't really too different from this.
"Silence." She finally said, she voice shutting them down and making a thundering echo through the halls.
The four looked at their mother with wide eyes.
"Momma?" Gabriel exclaimed.
"Really, kids?" She looked at them. "I leave you be for a couple of thousands of years, and you start a war?"
The fours archangels gulped and looked down at their feet, their wings motioning down like the ears of a guilty dog.
"Lucifer." Cassiopeia looked at her mate's favourite child. "I travel all my way to hell, I deal with that annoying Crowley king, and when I enter your room, you left the cage?!"
"Mum, it was a cage." He argued. "Father locked me there, and…"
"And I was close to convincing him of releasing you." She interrupted him. "Do you imagine how stubborn your father is? No, because you're not the one dealing with him for the latest eternity. He's God, for heaven's sake!"
He pouted, and the woman looked at Gabriel, seeing how he was holding back a smirk.
"And you, young angel." She walked to him. "You disappear out of nowhere for thousands of years, becomes a pagan god and tricks those poor Winchester boys? Your father and I almost went insane looking for you."
Gabriel blushed, and she had to dry a tear that had fallen from her eyes.
"I'm sorry, momma." He muttered.
Cassiopeia shook her head, her black impeccable hair moving with the motion, and looked at Raphael and Michael. Okay, maybe Lucifer and Gabriel were the ones that worried her the most, and before anyone else, but those two weren't right either.
"Michael." She crossed her arms. "A war, Michael? Our family goes through a crisis, and you try to start a war?"
"But mum…" He started.
She stared at him, and he looked down at his own hands.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
Last, but not least.
"Raphael." She started.
"I didn't do anything, mum." He quickly defended himself, his eyes widening.
"Exactly." She interrupted him. "You didn't do anything. You should have helped me and your dad."
He looked away, embarrassed just like his brothers.
Cassiopeia pinched the bridge of her nose.
"You four… I don't even know where to start."
They waited in silence and the mother took a deep breath.
"Lucifer." She turned to him. "Apologise to Gabriel."
He frowned.
"What? Why?"
"You tried to kill him." She reminded him with a strong look. "Now, apologise to Gabriel."
He didn't look comfortable but turned to his younger brother's direction.
"I'm sorry I tried to kill you, Gabriel."
The woman nodded.
"Very well." She praised him and then turned to her younger archangel. "Now, what do we say. Gabe?"
"I forgive you, Luci."
"Now, apologise to Mike and Raph for leaving."
Gabriel obeyed. She also made Raphael apologise for doing nothing, and Michael apologise for the war.
"Can I free you from the traps now?" She looked at them. "You're going to behave?"
They confirmed and, with a wave of her hand, the traps were gone. Their wings were stretched open wide, now outside the restriction, and the boys all looked at their mother when Lucifer whispered his next words.
"You're not sending me back to the cage, right mum?"
She looked at her rebellious son with a sweet gaze.
"Of course not."
When God locked him in the cage, Cassiopeia didn't leave Lucifer alone there. Twice a week she visited him and spent a day by his side. She hated that place, but God was God after all.
"I'm gonna talk to your Father about you, but you need to behave, okay?" She told him. "Now, can we all be a family again?"
They looked at each other hesitantly.
"Do you think Dad will take us back?" Gabriel muttered.
"He loves you." The Goddess reminded them. "Of course He will."
They nodded, and she finally smiled, opening her arms to a group hug.
Soon, she was crushed inside their strong and warm bodies. She missed her boys so much it hurt her insides.
"Now, give me a moment so I can cook the Winchesters some real dinner." She said when they released her. "Those kids are having far too much takeout to their own health."
The moment the group left the room, they angels followed her like mama duck – just like when they were little in heaven –, and it made Cassiopeia smile.
"Samuel? Dean?" She called, entering the map room and instantly seeing that annoying kid Crowley she had to face every time she went down hell to visit her son.
Before she could even say a word, her five kids – including the Seraph in the room – circled her and protected her from the king of hell with their bodies and widened wings.
"I assume my presence isn't needed at the moment." The demon noticed.
He left with a snap of his fingers, leaving a sulfuric smell and two surprised humans behind.
"Don't worry about it," Cassiopeia said when her sons gave her space to look at the two boys. "Are you hungry?"
Sam was too surprised to say anything, but Dean quickly answered her.
"We're fine. Thank you."
"Don't be silly." She dismissed his lie. "I'm making you dinner for the week before leaving. You need some change from takeout."
Sam's jaw dropped a bit, and Dean stood up for a moment.
"Look, ma'am, there's not need…"
"Don't make me use my mum voice, kid." She interrupted him.
Dean's eyes widened. He was surprised of how she actually worried about them, but how couldn't her? Cassiopeia was their mother somehow.
"Trust us, Dean-o." Gabriel touched your shoulder."You don't want the mom voice."
Cassiopeia smiled at your son for a moment, chuckling and walking to the kitchen.
Everything was fine now.