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Notes: so here's the first chapter of the sequel to Cast My Wings Off, let me know if you enjoy it. Obviously, this one is centered around Gabe and Sam as opposed to Dean and Cas, although they do make a couple appearances on their own. Pairings include dean/cas, sam/gabe, Crowley/Aphrodite, and Michael/Balthazar.
Warnings: language
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"It has happened, Sir."
"Who has committed the act of treason this time?"
"Well…Sir, that's the thing…"
"Spit it out. That's an order!"
"Your brother, Sir…"
The leader of the group gathered turned and stared at the newcomer. One eyebrow raised slowly as the leader stepped forward. All his followers shifted; suddenly terrified they were going to witness his wrath.
"My brother?" the leader asked, his voice slow and steady.
"S-Sir, I have seen the evidence with my own eyes. There is no mistake," the newcomer stammered, his own voice high and unsteady.
"Your own eyes, you say?" The leader smiled a cold unfeeling smile. He reached out and placed his hand on his loyal follower's head. "We'll have to fix that."
The rest of the followers closed their own eyes as the newcomer's screams began. There was a bright, blinding, flashing light and then nothing. They slowly opened their eyes. The newcomer's eyes were now black burns as his body crumpled to the floor.
"Let him be a lesson to all. Do not come to me with lies. Do not come to me with lies about my own family," the leader said, brushing his hand on his slacks. "Now, go about your business. No one bother me for a while."
Raphael turned and began walking towards the door, muttering to himself, "I need to check on my brother."
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"Master, I have come with updates from Earth," the demon said, bowing before the infamous cage. Lucifer, now alone in it, looked up with interest.
"Oh? What is it?" he asked, standing from his corner and walking over the bars.
"Master, it has finally happened. All the legends are now true," the demon said excitedly.
"Well, that would be a lie. Most of the legends contradict themselves. How could all of them be true?" Lucifer mused, thinking it over. "But, putting your stupidity aside, this is great news. A child like that would be excellent corruptible material." He began pacing around the cage, muttering to himself. "Ah, yes. A child like that can be taught great things. But it needs to be here, with me as its Master." He suddenly spun around, eyes bright and shining. "Go get her!"
"Her? Master?" The demon was confused.
"Her! The one worthy of this task! Go and get Abaddon!"
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"I'm sorry, Father? I don't quite understand," Michael said, confused.
"It's simple, Michael. You need to atone for your mistakes. I fear Raphael and Lucifer are planning something. You need to go and protect your brothers. Castiel is no longer an angel and Gabriel cannot fight right now," God said, smiling at his oldest.
"But the Winchesters hate me. Gabriel and I have not spoken in years. Castiel called me an ass-butt and lit me on fire!" Michael could still remember the pain.
"Yes, but you must remember that your brothers do not hate you. They hate your actions. If it will make you feel better, I will send someone with you that Gabriel and Castiel respect." God walked away from Michael, walking about a large desk. Now that he was back, he was trying to make sure no harm came to Gabriel from his other sons. He could not tell exactly what they were planning, but he knew it was something bad.
"Father, when you let Adam and I out of the cage, surely you did not expect me to babysit my younger brothers. Adam still flinches when I get too close even though I tried to protect him from Lucifer's crazed mind," Michael pointed out. When God let them out, he fashioned Michael his own body, letting Adam take his back.
"I expect you to show compassion." God's voice did not raise, but Michael still felt the power and love in the words. "If Gabriel does not have protection, he could die from this. A horrible, violent death and his child…His child would either be dead or will become the very thing this universe fears." He sighed, dropping into a chair and rubbing his forehead.
"Father? Are you well?" Michael asked hesitantly.
"Son, do you know why there are only legends of this kind of thing? Why no one speaks of this?" God asked suddenly, looking up at Michael.
"No. I assumed because the humans are creative and dreamed it up," Michael answered.
"Wrong," God said gently. "Humans only recorded. You would not remember this because I erased it from all beings' memories, but there was a time where a thing like nephilim existed. Half were raised by the humans, some were raised by the angels, and others were stolen by the demons. Imagine a war with three different sides, each side powerful and cunning. The ones raised by humans just wanted peace, just wanted to be left alone. The ones raised by angels wanted balance. The ones raised by demons wanted power. All three clashed and it was a terrible thing to witness. Eventually, after a long and bloody war, they managed to kill themselves off. They did not exist anymore. I erased the memory of them because I did not want history to repeat itself. I spread the rumor myself that angels and humans could not reproduce, enlisting in the help of the goddess, Aphrodite, for help to make sure it could not happen. She placed a spell on all creatures that barred their wombs from one another."
"But that did not help Gabriel. Samuel was able to reproduce with him," Michael said.
"My guess is that she wanted them to be truly happy together and lifted the spell from them. Had Castiel kept his angelic nature, I'm sure we would be protecting him too by now," God said, shrugging. Michael made a face.
"I am sorry, Father, but I do not wish to imagine my younger brother with Dean's seed," he apologized. God chuckled.
"My apologies. Look at it this way, son. You have a whole new body. They do not recognize this one. You don't have to tell them who you truly are," God pointed out.
"Alright. I remember when Gabriel and I were close. Before I became self-obsessed and before he ran. I will protect both him and Castiel with all my might. Their mates as well," Michael swore. "I know I have a lot to do to make up for what I did, but I can assure you, I will not fail this time."
"I have faith in you, son. Now, let's bring your partner up here and I'll let you two get to the Winchesters and their soon-to-be husbands." God pressed a button on his desk and waited a bit. Michael turned as the door to the office opened. He stifled a groan as the tall, lean, arrogant blond walked in, smirk already in place.
"Looking good, Michael. I am loving the bad-boy image you got going on," Balthazar said, walking up to the archangel.
Michael just scowled. "I guess we'll be working together then?" he asked.
"Yep. Cassie and I worked for each other for years before he killed me. No hard feelings," he added, laughing. "I kind of expected it. Plus, he wasn't really himself."
"Now, Michael, do I have your word that you will protect the child with all your powers and abilities?" God asked, threading his fingers together and placing them under his chin.
"You have my word," Michael said, turning away from the sassy blond angel.
"Good." With a smile, God snapped his fingers and the angels disappeared.
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Meanwhile, Gabriel had no clue what his brothers were doing. He was more interested in stretching out on the couch, his fingers dancing over his rounded belly. He was approaching his fifth month and he could not be any happier.
When Sam and Gabriel told Dean and Castiel, to say the pair was shocked was an understatement. But at least Castiel had supported him from the start. Dean had taken two months to come around. His first reaction wasn't good.
"Sam, I need to talk to you," Dean said, grabbing his brother's shirt and hauling him away from the group. Gabriel watched worriedly as they moved out of ear shot.
"Don't worry. He's just going to ask why you're not drinking," Aphrodite said, patting his arm.
"What if he doesn't like the answer?" Gabriel asked.
"Again, don't worry." The goddess smiled brightly at him. "I'll hit him if he tries anything."
"And she has a mean punch," Crowley added, smirking slightly.
Gabriel scrunched up his nose."Dude, I don't need to know about that."
"About what?" Castiel asked, finally joining the conversation.
"Oh, nothing. Gabby is just worried about his moose and I'm not helping," Crowley stated.
"Don't call me Gabby," Gabriel said. All of a sudden, they heard shouts that carried over the music.
"What the fuck, dude? How is that even possible?" Dean yelled, a disgusted look on his face. Sam pleaded for him to calm down. "Calm down? Really? Forget it, I'm out of here," he said, talking over to the group. He didn't even glance at Gabriel, focusing only on Castiel. "Cas, man, I'm going home. You coming or staying?"
"Uh…" Castiel couldn't answer as he looked between his husband of a month and his brother.
"What's the matter?" Aphrodite asked innocently, tilting her head.
"Nothing. I just can't stay here any longer," Dean answered, still determinedly avoiding Gabriel's gaze. "You know what? Forget it, Cas. Stay here." With that said, he turned and walked away.
Castiel had gone after him of course, but Gabriel couldn't help feel like he was tearing them apart. Thankfully, just last month, Dean had came around and apologized, realizing that it was stupid to be angry at his brother and Gabriel for something they couldn't control.
As he stretched out on the couch now, his shirt riding up, he heard the front door open. Gabriel smiled sleepily as Sam walked into the room.
"Hey, sleepy. Get any rest today?" Sam asked, lifting Gabriel's legs and sitting down. He set Gabriel's legs back down and rubbed them.
"Yeah. It's really stupid that I feel so tired all the time. I mean, usually women don't get tired until their sixth or seventh month, right?" he complained.
"Well, Aphrodite did say that the child was feeding on your angelic energy. Maybe that's why you're so tired all the time," Sam rationalized. Gabriel just stuck out his tongue.
"I still say it's stupid. Anyways, how was classes?" he asked. Sam had been doing well in getting back to being a lawyer.
"Good. But I'm glad to be back home," Sam said, leaning over and pressing his lips to Gabriel's.
The kiss didn't last very long because the doorbell rang. Sam sat back up and looked to Gabriel.
"Dean and Cas aren't coming by, are they?" Sam asked.
"Don't think so. And Aphrodite and Crowley would of just walked in," Gabriel pointed out. He moved his legs and stood up, holding his hand out to Sam. Sam took it and they walked to their front door.
They opened it, not expecting to see the blond male that stepped forwards. "Sammy! Gabby! Long time no see, bro!" Balthazar said, grinning widely. Gabriel's mouth fell open.
"Balthy? I thought you were dead?" Gabriel pointed out.
"I was. Not any more!"
Sam looked behind Balthazar and looked questioningly at the man behind the blond angel. The man had shoulder-length black hair tied back in a loose pony-tail, brown eyes so dark they were nearly black, tanned skin, and he was wearing a leather jacket, torn jeans, and combat boots. He was tall, nearly as tall as Sam.
"Whose this?" Sam asked, nodding towards the man.
"Ah, right. Well, this is…" Balthazar turned to the man in question who rolled his eyes.
"I'm Mitchell. Pleasure to meet you," he said, holding a hand out. Sam took it and shook hands.
"Well, not that I'm pleased to see my second-favorite brother, but why are you here?" Gabriel asked.
"That's the thing. We're sort of your body guards now,' Balthazar said, smiling.
"Body guards? Why? We're fine," Gabriel said. Mitchell sighed.
"No. You're really not. I think it's time we filled you in," he said.
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"So…Raphael and Lucifer might be planning something for my kid?" Gabriel asked, resting a hand on his stomach. Sam had his arms wrapped protectively around Gabriel.
"Yeah…A good chance actually. Which is why Mich-Mitchell and I are here. To protect you since your powers are muted," Balthazar explained, slipping up and nearly saying the wrong name.
"Oh my god…" Gabriel was close to panic, his hormones throwing his reaction off.
"I thought Lucifer was dead," Sam said, glaring at the angels like it was their fault Lucifer still lived.
"No. You put him in the cage, you didn't kill him," Mitchell said.
"What about Michael? Is he going to come and try to kill Gabe too?" Sam demanded. Mitchell barely contained his flinch.
"No. Michael has no real reason to harm Gabby or your kid," Balthazar said.
"Good. I'd like to see him try." There was a spark in Sam's eye, a nonverbal threat to anyone who wished harm on Gabriel or their unborn child.
Balthazar shared a look with Mitchell, one that was seen by Gabriel, before he spoke next. "Michael is not the threat here. Raphael and Lucifer are. Raphael will probably work alone, but I'm not sure who Lucifer is going to send," the blond angel said, serious for once.
"But now we are here. And no one will be getting past us," Mitchell vowed. Sam and Mitchell stared each other down, but finally Sam nodded, relaxing slightly.
"Fine. But the next time either one of you call me 'Sammy', I'll be the next threat you have to worry about," Sam warned, causing Gabriel to grin, Balthazar to scoff, and Mitchell to smile slightly.