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Gabriel snuggled closer to the warm body cradling him in his nest. Warm wings rubbed against his back.
"Come on you two, up and at 'em," Michael said, waving his wings above the two angels huddled together in the nest.
"No," Gabriel and Lucifer muttered at the same time.
"Come on birthday boy, you don't to miss today, do you?" Michael said, playfully wiggling in between his mate and his baby.
Gabriel's stomach lurched. His fifteenth birthday, he'd been dreading it for weeks. It was the day you went from a fledgling to an adult angel. The worst part about it was that Gabriel had to make the toughest decision of his life. To become a warrior, a breeder, a nurturer, a guardian, or a transitional angel.
Warriors were a group of only the strongest angels, mostly men, who had been trained in the toughest forms of combat. Breeders were the ones who bore the fledglings of heaven. A guardian, protecting their charges, and when a human's day of death came, transitional angels came to take their soul to heaven and get them situated. And last there were the nurturers. The angels that took care of newborn fledglings till they reached the age of fifteen and started their own jobs.
Gabriel knew deep in his heart what he wanted to be, but it wasn't something that would be looked at positively. Nurturers were always woman, except for a few exceptions. Lucifer was a transitional angel before Gabriel was born. It was by the special order of God that Lucifer was to take care of the young archangel. Michael was a guardian and had decided to stay in the nest with Gabriel and Lucifer when he found out Lucifer was his mate, Gabriel only a year old at the time.
Gabriel obviously looked up to them for all their advice, love, and care. He knew the bond he had with Lucifer and Michael was one he would hold for the rest of his life. And he wanted to share that with another life.
Gabriel often helped other nurturers in times of need. He would watch fledglings when important things came up that even a nurturer had to leave heaven for. He considered it one of the best feelings in the world.
Gabriel was pulled out of his musings by a soft yawn from Lucifer as he rolled over and stretched his wings out. Gabriel curled in closer and set his head on Lucifer's chest. Lucifer didn't say anything. He could feel Gabriel fear and unease.
"Mikey, breakfast!" Lucifer trilled.
Michael seemed to get the message a flew away to let the two talk. Even though he considered himself a nurturer to Gabriel, Gabriel had a stronger bond with Lucifer.
Lucifer and Gabriel just lay there for a while, Lucifer absently stroking a hand threw Gabriel's hair.
"Do you think we're going to dislike what you pick. Because you know it doesn't matter. We'll still love you, whatever you want to do," Lucifer said quietly.
Gabriel bit his lip. "I know you will," he said his voice thick and gravelly from sleep. "It's everyone else I'm worried about. I guess you can say I won't fit the gender role."
"There is nothing wrong with wanting to be a nurturer Gabriel," Lucifer said softly, wrapping a wing around Gabriel.
"How did yo-"
"Because I'm awesome and all powerful," Lucifer smiled.
Gabriel let out a soft laugh. If Lucifer and Michael were behind him, he could do this.
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Gabriel was in complete awe as he held the little fledgling in his arms. His blue eyes were locked onto Gabriel's, waving one tiny fist around and grasping Gabriel's fingers in his other. Gabriel had Castiel for only a few hours now and he could already feel the bond they held. He knew he would do anything to for his baby.
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To say Amelia had been a surprise would have been putting it mildly. It was a nineteen year old Sam finishing his senior year, and a prom night fuck in the backseat of a car.
Sam had sat on the bathroom floor for almost four hours crying and hoping to God it was all a cruel joke. That was how Dean found him, thank god their dad was out for the night.
Sam had cried to Dean about his whole life being ruined, something about welfare checks and minimum wage jobs. How he was never going to go to college like Dean who was already four years into getting his degree for angelic nursing. Mostly he talked about his dad was going to kill him.
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"Where's your brother?" John asked, putting a bag of groceries on the counter.
Sam shrugged. "He had an early class."
"Why aren't you in school?" john asked turning on his heel to look at his youngest. Sam was sitting on the edge of one of the motel beds, arms wrapped protectively around his stomach. His skin was pale and clammy. His stomach was in knots and he was nauseous from morning sickness.
"Hey, are you okay?" John asked kneeling down in front of his son. He placed a hand on his forehead. "You're burning up."
Sam nodded and muttered quietly. "I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
John was silent for a long while. He ran a hand down his face wearily.
"Please don't be mad at me," Sam said, tears welling in his eyes.
"Hey, come here," John said, wrapping his arms around his son. "Shh, I'm not mad. It's gonna be okay. Here put your coat on."
"Where are we going?" Sam asked as his dad stood up and put his coat around his shoulders.
"We're going to get you to the doctors and make sure you and the baby are okay."
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In the end everything turned out okay. His dad became his biggest support system. He took him to doctors appointments, and took care of him while Dean was at classes. He helped Sam threw thirty-seven hours of labor and delivery. And when Sam was ready to go to college, John took care of Amelia for him. In the end everything seemed to work out….
That was until Gabriel and Castiel came into their lives.