PART 2
*Casually changes canon nephilim and show timeline to suit needs*
"NONONONONO NO NO, GABRIEL THIS IS A VERY BAD IDEA. LET ME GO!"
"Calm down, Danny. I'll catch you, don't worry-" My eyes burned silver.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN. I WILL NOT CALM DOWN."
"Danny, it's only a little cliff, it's not gonna-"
"GABRIEL THIS CLIFF IS ONE OF THE TALLEST CLIFFS IN THE WORLD. I DID A PROJECT ON THIS CLIFF IN FOURTH GRADE. GABRIEL PUT ME DOWN."
"You know Mount Thor? I wanted them to name it Mount Loki, but whatever. They don't know a good name when they hear it."
"IT'S COLD AND WE ARE OVER FIVE THOUSAND FEET ABOVE SEA LEVEL, GABRIEL.-"
"Danny, we're not the only people up here. Didn't you see those other people jumping off of it earlier?"
"GABRIEL, THOSE WERE BASE JUMPERS."
"Oh, so it's similar to what we're about to do." He hoisted me up over his head, which was pretty impressive for someone his height, and held me over the edge of the sheer drop.
"NO! NO! GABRIEL! FUCK!" I adjusted my grip on his arms, tapping into my angel strength to keep myself from falling. It would've worked.
But Gabriel started shaking his arms.
"STOP THAT! DON'T!"
"Remember to find your wings. They're there. They're just hidden."
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DROP ME, ASSHOLE!"
"Geez, Danny. Just calm down, I can catch you if you don't start flying."
"JUST PUT ME DOWN!" I knew those were the wrong words as soon as they came out of my mouth. Gabriel's impish face broke into a grin, his eyes narrowing with glee.
"Alright."
"NO, NO, GABRIEL YOU-" I felt his hands loosen their grip and slowly, I fell. Plunging into the snowy sky below the peak, screaming the whole way.
Air rushed past me, pushing my hair behind me and shoving my mouth open, tugging at my skin. Snowflakes hit my face, stinging and freezing it at the same time.
I shut my eyes tightly and felt around inside myself, looking for my wings, searching desperately for the thing that would be my salvation.
I snapped my eyes open, gauging the distance from me to the frozen ground. Only a few hundred feet until I get flattened. Wasn't Gabriel supposed to help me?!
I looked up at the horizon. If this is gonna be my last sunset, I'm going to enjoy it.
The sky was stained with orange, the snow making the ground seem like it was on fire. Above the orange was a bright swath of vibrant yellow, stars dotting the slowly darkening canvas. I could see the constellations. Cassiopeia, Cygnus, Andromeda. All of the stars I studied for fun shone brightly in the clear sky.
I felt a tug on my back.
Time seemed to slow down. Snowflakes drifted past leisurely instead of whipping by invisibly. I looked at my back, trying to find the source of the pulling.
Two huge black wings, dotted with white stars matching the constellations over my head.
Then, as if I had never been anywhere else, I was standing at the bottom of the cliff, standing in deep snow.
The suddenness of it all set me off balance and I fell face forward into the white snow.
I lay there for a moment, panting, before I turned myself onto my back, glaring up at the cliff.
"Well, that could've gone a lot worse." Gabriel's snide voice echoed through the icy air.
"Fuck. Off."
"Awwh, don't be grumpy. You just got your wings!"
"I can be grumpy if I want to, you just threw me off a cliff."
"But you survived!"
"I think that counts as child endangerment."
"Danny you have wings now. You can fly places on your own!"
"Yeah, but I didn't exactly want to be thrown off the the tallest cliff on earth!"
"If it were any shorter you'd be a pancake. Besides, look at your pretty stars. An angel's wing pattern matches the sky they first flew under."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't there one on your wings that looks like a penis?"
"It's Draco, and it's a dragon."
"It looks like a penis."
"Whatever, let's go back to the warehouse. I'm sure the hunters we were playing with are a little sick of everything right now."
"Okay, but, uh, how do I-"
"Just think about your destination."
"I was gonna say hide my wings, but that was my next question."
"You don't"
"What?"
"You can't hide them. They're always out."
"So- so I'm just gonna walk around with these things everywhere?" I gestured frantically to my wings.
"Well, it's not like anyone can see them who isn't an angel or a very strong medium. So I'd say you're safe."
"But aren't the other angels out to kill me?"
"Now you can run away, plus I've been training you with the angel blade. Can we go yet?"
"Yeah."
I shut my eyes and imagined the warehouse where we left the two hunter brothers. Apparently they were destined to be vessels to my two more powerful uncles, Michael and Lucifer.
Satan is my uncle. I'd never thought of that before now, oh my god.
When I opened my eyes the ground was rushing below me, blurring into a mess of colors.
Before I knew it, I was in the warehouse, falling down and rolling into a wall.
"You really need to work on your landings." I heard Gabriel's smug voice call to me.
Unable to think of a clever retort, I opted for "Shut up" Groaning, I stood up, shaking my head to get rid of the dizziness.
"Who are you?" I looked up, blinking my eyes at the two men who were definitely not Gabriel. They were too tall. Gabriel stood between them, a ring of fire surrounded him.
"I've missed something, what have I missed?"
"You fly slower than I do. I've been here for a few minutes."
"Ah."
The taller of the two men cocked his gun and aimed it at me. My eyes widened and I threw my arms up. "Gabriel?" I asked, near panicking because this giant is pointing a gun at me and I don't know what to do!
The brothers straighten their shoulders and turn back to Gabriel.
"Gabriel? The Archangel? You're Gabriel?"
"So where'd you get the holy oil?" He asked ignoring their question.
"Well, you might say we pulled it outta Sam's ass." The shorter- not Sam- replied. "But you never answered us. Who's the kid?"
Gabriel only smirked at Not-Sam.
"Look, if you are an archangel, you know why we're here. We just want to talk. You can help us."
"What, with your little celebrity deathmatch? Nah, I'll pass. Thanks anyway, Dean."
"But you-"
"No.
Sam raised his gun again, aiming it at me. "Tell us why, and who this kid is or I shoot."
My eyes flickered from Sam's gun, to Sam, to Gabriel and back. I know nephilim are supposed to be resilient and hard to kill, but if this guy's a hunter, I don't want to know what kind of bullets he's packing. Plus, I can still get hurt. I felt my eyes blaze silver with fear.
Gabriel frowned, his normally warm and playful eyes going cold. He exhaled, drawing it out with frustration.
"He's my son."
Dean coughed. "Your what?"
"My son."
"How did you have a son?"
"The same way everyone else has one. Sex."
"Wha-with who?!" Sam's face was pinched with confusion and disgust.
"With a human. Now can we move on?"
"A human? What is he?" Dean cocked the gun he had trained on Gabriel and aimed it at me.
"Nothing of importance. But can we get back to the subject at hand. You two have a responsibility to the apocalypse. Just play your roles. Surrender to Michael and Lucifer."
Wait. Apocalypse?
"Hold up, wait. Wait just a second here. What apocalypse? You never said anything about the apocalypse. I am not cool with an apocalypse, Gabriel."
"Danny, stop talking."
Dean grinned menacingly at Gabriel. "Yeah, Gabriel. We're not cool with an apocalypse."
"Well that's too bad, isn't it?"
"Give us Cas, and we'll get out of your hair." Sam interrupted, giving Dean a significant look that seemed to say 'we're not getting anywhere, let's go'. Dean sighed and nodded at Sam.
"We'll let you and your spawn go-" He ignored my indignant 'hey!' and continued, "- if you give is Cas."
"Fine. Danny, fly away."
"What, why?"
"Cas is an angel."
"Oh." I shut my eyes and flapped my wings, sending myself flying back to the hotel we were staying in.
The drab red blankets were too tempting. Changing into my pajamas and getting ready for bed was a little difficult. I thought the wings would be cumbersome to try and get clothes over, but they phased right through the clothes as if they weren't even there. When I was all cleaned up and ready to go, I pulled the dull, blood-colored blankets back and slithered into bed, drifting into sleep within minutes.
-Meanwhile-
Castiel appeared in the warehouse with a snap of Gabriel's fingers, bloodied and beaten.
"Hello Castiel!" Gabriel cheerily waved to the other angel, wiggling his fingers and smiling away. "You have what you want, now leave me alone."
"Okay." The two brothers and angel walked out of the warehouse, stopping when they heard Gabriel call.
"You're just gonna leave me here?"
"No. Because we're not like you. We don't fuck with people." Dean flicked his lighter and held it up to a smoke detector, making it blare loudly and turn on the overhead sprinklers, dousing Gabriel with water and slowly putting out the blazing ring of holy fire.
Gabriel flew as soon as he could, back to the motel he and Danny shared, finding Danny already passed out in his bed.
The Winchesters drove out of town, Castiel in the back seat, Metallica humming from the speakers.
"So, Cas. About Gabriel?"
"He's...odd." Castiel replied in his deep voice.
"No, no. Did you know he had a son?"
"It is impossible for angels to procreate. Even archangels."
"But we saw the kid, he was young, maybe just thirteen or fourteen. Gabriel said he was his son."
"It is possible…"
"Possible?"
"That he created a nephilim. They are abominations. Their name literally means 'reject'. There were once many, but God outlawed them and their creation. They were exterminated by archangels- especially Gabriel."
"So you're saying that the kid we saw back there is a monster?"
"The reason God wanted them gone is that they were powerful, and they were distracting his soldiers. Angels would leave the garrisons to parent their offspring, or have many with multiple humans."
"So is there still a standing kill-order on them, or?"
"Yes. But there hasn't been a nephilim in many years. I thought the idea of them had died out."
Dean took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Well, it does explain why he had the kid scram before he got you out of Tv-land."
"Where is the child?"
"We don't know. He just poofed off to nowhere." Castiel frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in thought.
"I need to take care of something." And with that he was gone, like he'd never even been there.
"Okaayyy….Sam, find out what you can about nephilim." Sam nodded.
"Where are we going?"
"Ohio. I got a message from Chuck. He needs some help."
"Okay."
