No One's POV
"Alright… So, we have a plan… Is there- is there anything we can do? I mean, Amara is destroying towns left and right. There just- there just seems like there should be more… That's all." Sam asks; the Winchesters, Castiel, Chronos, Death, Ellowyn, Chuck, and the Archangels all in the War Room a few days after things had settled between Chuck and Ellowyn, not that they were on better terms, but at least Ellowyn wasn't fuming.
"At the moment, nothing. I know it doesn't console you, Sam. And I know you feel helpless doing nothing. But we need time to gather our power before we can move on Amara." Ellowyn answers the younger Winchester. "Right now there is nothing. And there truly is nothing you can do. You and Dean are formidable hunters, but you are not a primordial or a supernatural being."
"So, what? We just do nothing? That's crap." Dean scoffs, looking frustrated.
"I am sorry. I know that is not what you'd like to hear, Dean." Ellowyn gives Dean a soft look.
"Yeah, yeah it's not what I want to hear!" Dean shouts a little.
"Do not shout at our Mother." Michael jumps to his Mother's defense. "She is being kind to you. Which is more than you deserve. Particularly after what you've done and your part in this." Michael growls.
"Michael." Ellowyn calms. "Dean is only frustrated… It is alright." She soothes, placing a hand on her son's shoulder and smoothing his feathers at the juncture of where they join to his back.
"Fine." Michael answers, giving Dean a glare before sitting back down, only this time, his seat closer to his Mother.
"Amara is searching for me… It is why she is destroying towns. In hopes to draw me out." Chuck speaks finally, sitting on the opposite side of the table from his wife, Ellowyn clearly still mad at him for the revelations of his indiscretions he had while on Earth. "I need you to return to Heaven, Michael. With your siblings to rally the angels to fight. Even with all of us, we need you and your siblings in order to draw her attacks. I cannot leave the Bunker, otherwise I would return. It is warded, even from her. It is safer here. And we need the element of surprise, as best as we can."
"Yes, Father." Michael answers his Father, ever the dutiful son.
"You'll be safe, won't you?" Ellowyn asks, her fingers trailing along Michael's fiery colored wings.
"Of course, Mother. We'll return." Michael answers his Mother, nuzzling up against his Mother.
"Father, you called us? You know we actually have day jobs to get to?" A rather pretentious voice, Mycroft, asks as he steps out of a swirling portal dressed in a three piece suit and holding a cane, followed by three other men and a woman, all of which were dressed in formal suits.
"Oh my Dad... The Time Keepers are here…" Lucifer groans and gives an eye roll.
"Ugh. They're such pretentious assholes." Michael groans in agreement.
"Yeah. Almost as much as you." Gabriel adds.
"Very funny." Michael mutters. "Shut up, Gabriel."
"Oh... The dodos are here." Another voice adds dryly, looking at the Archangels with open disdain.
"Hey! Who are you calling-" Lucifer growls, his eyes flashing with his grace.
"Enough." Chronos puts his hand out. "This is why I don't do children."
"Thank you, Father. As always, your sentiment for your children is overwhelming." The second oldest Time Keeper, Sherlock, deadpans.
"Well, I want you. It's been too long. And, your Father does love you… Despite what his words would indicate." Ellowyn interjects, drawing the attention of the five leaders of the Time Keepers that were in charge of the realms.
"Mother!" The Time Keepers exclaim, turning to their Mother with surprise and elation; just as the Archangels and the other angels, the Time Keepers had lost Ellowyn when Chuck had put Ellowyn to sleep for millenniums, the only difference was that the Time Keepers had been full grown for much longer as they had been created before the Archangels and angels.
"MOTHER!?" Chuck chokes out at the same time the Archangels yell the term.
"Yes, or did you believe I made the Time Keepers on my own? Then, you're dumber than I thought." Chronos offers.
"I have half-siblings!?" Gabriel exclaims excitedly.
"Please don't." Sherlock looks pained. "I barely like my own."
"Chronos and I created the Time Keepers on accident." Ellowyn offers.
"Accident!? How does one make kids on accident!? Trip and fall into bed!?" Chuck waves his hands a little hysterically.
"Ah, dad! Come on!" Michael complains, not particularly wanting to hear about his Father and Mother together, let alone his godfather and Mother.
"Oh, grow up." Mycroft rolls his eyes.
"Our powers. We were young. We combined our powers on a whim. The Time Keepers were the result." Ellowyn rolls her eyes. "I was in far less control of mine than I am now. And, just as I did with you, I gave Chronos some of my powers as a parting gift when we split. He created the rest of the Time Keepers after."
"You- you shouldn't be giving him your powers in the first place!" Chuck waves his arms a little more, looking on the verge of a panic attack or maybe throwing the other primordial through another wall. "And- and you- you've always said you hated children!" Chuck points a finger at Chronos.
"I do." Chronos replies blandly. "Yours."
Chuck manages to get impressively red in the face, his cheeks and chest puffing out as if to look intimidating, and a vein in his temple throbbing; Ellowyn, for her part, simply managing not to laugh at both Chronos and Zohar.
"Stop it, both of you…" Ellowyn gives both Chronos and her husband a look that tells them to stop quarreling immediately or suffer her wrath.
"We weren't even together yet, Zohar. And you don't get to tell me what I do or do not do. I am your wife, not your servant." Ellowyn tells her husband evenly.
"But you- you said I was your first… Kiss…" Chuck mutters a little deflated, eyes looking awkwardly between all the present audiences.
"Now, you're just being ridiculous, Zohar… This was before you and I were together. The Time Keepers were a gift to Chronos."
"But- but you didn't tell me! I didn't even know you dated!"
"Did you think I dated my brother? I know you have a brain, Zohar… There was you and Chronos. It wasn't exactly like there were many options."
"And clearly I'm the better option." Chronos adds in.
"Not helping, Chronos." Ellowyn rolls her eyes, flicking Chronos with a zap of her powers.
"OWE!" Chronos rubs his elbow. "Why do you have to abuse me, Ellie?"
"Because you deserve it…"
"This isn't some pre-Darkness world where Amara had reigned undisputed… My brother wanted me to marry Chronos. But I chose you anyways." Ellowyn supplies, looking at her nails as if her husband is just being stupid and slightly preposterous now, which he was, but she was polite enough to not comment on.
"Wh- WHAT!?"
"I did." Death nods calmly as if everything that had just come out wasn't a surprise to him. "And might I add, I knew the Time Keepers were your children, Ellowyn…"
"Am I the only one that didn't know!?"
"Yes." All three of the other primordials answer.
"How did you figure it out?"
"Because they're too kind." Death answers.
"I am not that bad!" Chronos protests.
"Yes you are, Chronos. It's okay. You're still my best friend. Despite all your pretentiousness." Ellowyn pats Chronos on the shoulder.
"Might we get back to the issue at hand, Mother?" Mycroft asks, looking distinctly uncomfortable; for all he had just chastised Michael for, it wasn't exactly like he wanted to be discussing his parents' relationship either.
"Of course, Mycroft. But first, come and give your mother a hug. I've missed you."
"Mother." Mycroft complains. "I'm an adult. I'm in charge of realms."
"But you're still my child." Ellowyn answers, smothering Mycroft in a hug, that despite Mycroft's protests, he returned his Mother's affection with full fervor; Mycroft was her eldest, followed shortly by Sherlock, William, Thomas, and Eleanor, or Ellie, which Chronos had named after Ellowyn.
"The Time Keepers will aid in the fight with Amara. To draw her attention away so that we can capture her once more." Chronos offers turning back to the Winchesters, Death, and Chuck. "Their powers are invaluable. Much like the Archangels… Only I'd like to think better. After all, they are the first of Ellowyn's children."
Yes, I just SuperLock'd this bitch. HAHA! I'm totally awesome.
Please review guys! I'd love to make it as successful as my other stories... So far, it's not. It's actually really discouraging.
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