Title: Everlasting God
Chapter Ten
Summary: Castiel, Sam and Dean find God. Problem is, he isn't what they were expecting at all.
Pairings: allusion to Dean/Castiel, OC/OC, Michael/Gabriel, and Gabriel/Lucifer.
Warning: Religious tones, non con references.
"He's coming."
Dean didn't need to ask who was coming, but before he had any time to react the store was filled with an anguished scream of grief. Behind them, a little child lay lifeless in his mother's arms as a man Dean knew only by description stood staring down coldly at them.
"Whoops, wrong child," the devil shrugged as he looked up at his father, eyes malevolent. The child god stared at the man in horror, his brown eyes watering as he was pulled behind his protective mother. Dean stood before them a useless gun cocked as around him chaos; the devil's cavalry arrived and were wreaking havoc. "Well, at least I found the two of you. It was better then what I was expecting. The father and the son. Well, at least the vessel of the son."
"You touch the kid and I'll kick your ass back to hell without Michael," Dean growled, but again before he could react the ground trembled; the windows shattered flying across the room, thunder above them crashed and Mother Nature howled around them. The demons looked around nervously as the young god stared Lucifer down with anguish.
"You killed a child," JC said, softly. "Because you thought he was I?"
"I think we've wasted enough time talking," Lucifer hissed, ignoring the trembling ground as he brought a bloodied knife up ready to strike. As Dean was flung aside, Meli screamed wrapping JC with all of her love, leaving him unexposed to the devil, ready to die for her only child. The sound of a knife falling to the ground caught them off guard and Meli and JC peeked over to find a tall dark man standing over the devil; but before the man could strike the devil disappeared with the sound of wings beating.
Dean quickly made his way over to the mother and child, limping and grasping his right arm against his chest, all the while staring at the man who had one way or another saved them. He suddenly had JC in his arms, sobbing fearfully as tears streamed down his young face. Meli was kneeling beside the woman who held her lost son wailing in grief, her hands circling across the woollen shoulders whispering words of comfort.
"Who are you?" Dean asked, hand rubbing circles across JC's back while his arm was wrapped around the teenager's shoulders. Bright green eyes stared at him from behind dark brown locks.
"You know who I am Dean," the man said, "I am the one you keep running from."
"Michael," Dean gasped his eyes wide. Meli looked up at the angel, her arms still comforting the poor woman. "Back off! The answer is still no!"
"That is fine," Michael smiled, slightly as he stared back at the woman.
"Where is Gabriel?" Meli asked.
Michael looked grave, "He has been missing for over a week now. Ever since the day Lucifer first found you, he and Lucifer fought and since then I have not heard from him."
"Wait, why aren't you in heaven?" Dean asked. "Shouldn't you be waiting for my yes?"
"I can use other vessels," Michael said, glaring at Dean angrily. "The same way Lucifer does. Only I would rather use my own vessel, rather than destroy a soul that cannot handle my grace!"
"Hey! This is your own fault!" Dean snarled, poking the angel in the shoulder with every word. The angel grabbed his hand and pushed it down to Dean's side. JC watched the two men argue with a confused expression.
"I've done nothing."
"Right! You morons jump started the apocalypse-"
"Enough," JC interrupted, "Just stop. Both of you."
His grey eyes were focused on the ceiling above him as he lay quietly on his back, as Castiel sat on a chair he had pulled up beside the bed. The angel had tried to get his brother to talk, but once he had him settled down the angel had fallen into a depression, eyes avoiding the other being in the room.
"Gabriel? Please talk to me." Castiel asked his voice desperate, unsure on how to assist the aching angel. The wounds, Castiel realised were not as bad as they first appeared, and he found himself able to heal them due to the fact they were only light injuries, numerous but easily fixed. All of Lucifer's sigils were gone; all that remained was the tattoo above his chest and the sigils on his tailbone. He tried but was unable to remove the Sigel that had caused his brother the most pain.
The angel wanted to scream in frustration, but that would only cause more distress to his hurting brother. Castiel knelt beside the broken angel and took his hand into his own.
"I know you are hurting, and I cannot begin to fathom what is running through your mind," Castiel whispered. The angel made a difficult human to read. "I want to help you Gabriel, in any way I can. I know you probably feel so alone right now, unable to talk to any of your brothers, to feel their warmth and love, but I am here, and I will not leave your side."
Gabriel slowly turned himself around facing the wall, his back to his brother as a new set of tears streamed down his face. Castiel sighed, as he stood up and leaned across the man's body, placing a gentle kiss on his left temple.
"Every thing will be fine Gabriel," Castiel whispered, as he looked around the room in disdain. "I promise."
The angel straightened up, he needed to find a place more suitable for the hurting angel, somewhere where the fridge was actually working, and the taps gave clean water rather than the murky water this motel room was producing.
"I will return soon, Gabriel," Castiel said, softly, "I wish to find us a more suitable-"
"No! No, don't- don't leave me alone," Gabriel gasped, trying to pull himself out of the cocoon his brother had wrapped him in. The angel fell to the ground with a loud thud as Castiel rushed to his side and removed the offending sheets that caused his fall.
"Are you okay? Let me help you up," Castiel asked, his eyes wide in concern.
"Why on earth did you wrap me up like an infant?" Gabriel murmured as he was pulled to his feet. Castiel didn't reply as he checked the angel over for any injury, "I am fine. This is fine Castiel; I do not expect the Hilton."
"No it isn't," Castiel said, "I will find us a better place to be accommodated, this is dreadful. I wouldn't expect any human to live in a dump as this. No, I won't allow this, we are moving."
Wolfa Moon: Yes, poor Gabe. I'm loving SPN's version of Gabriel, but this one is different, not a food junkie, just a tetris junkie.
writer29: I think Cass has done a good job healing Gabe! Thanks!
Melissa Brite: Thanks!
baad51: Me too! I love the caring Castiel! Thats why Cass found Gabe and not Michael! Actually if Mike found him he'd probably explode! Thanks!
kittkatz719: Going to school nowadays yeah, its odd, but 2000 years ago Christ did go to school so to speak! Though this days school in compulsory, so he'd have to go! He'd be funny in the religion classes if he's in a Christian school and in science! And I'd imagine him getting thrown out of each class for correcting the teachers! Haha!
Meshalok: Yeah, it was Lucy, he is a downright Jackass in this fiction, unlike vessels where he was just an idiot...
Touch of the Wind: yes, poor Gabby! Thanks!
Peace and chicken grease!!
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