A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
Brooklyn looked around and quickly set everything up. If Trickster was who she thought he was then her trap would work.
"Two can play at this game you son of a bitch," she grabbed her journal and started the incantation. The Enochian flowed smoothly from her lips and rolled effortlessly off her tongue. The volume of Brooklyn's voice increased until it echoed from the walls and filled the room. Her words turned harder and commanding in nature as she recited the invocation over and over.
Dean and Sam watched as their surroundings melted away exposing the old mill. Trickster stared in wide eyed disbelief at Brooklyn as she looked up and slammed the book shut. Without saying a word she walked towards Trickster, kicked the lighter on and tossed it on the oil.
"If you're really a trickster, you can waltz over the holy fire and I'll call it my mistake. But if not, then I know you're an angel."
Trickster laughed and clapped his hands.
"Good show Brooklyn or should I say Afriel. Where did you get the holy oil?"
"A little angel perched on my shoulder," she replied.
"Okay where did I screw up?" He was intrigued on how she figured it out.
"Well no one gets the jump on Cas like you did," she started. "Then call it personal experience but no one ever gets that angry and wound up unless they're talking about family."
Trickster pressed his lips tightly as Brooklyn cracked a small smirk.
"Gotcha," she walked and joined Dean's side.
"So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, Douchey?" Sam asked.
"Azrael alright?" Dean and Brooklyn looked at one another.
"So this is where you wandered off to," she huffed.
"Call it my own witness protection program," he grinned.
"So you skipped out because you couldn't man up and face your family? Do you realize what happened to my father!? You two were close! Then when Lucifer was cast out you skipped town! He was heartbroken! He was alone!"
"Hey! I couldn't stand by and watch my brothers and sisters fight one another! You two should remember what it was like!"
"Oh we do Azrael," Dean spoke with a dangerous tone. "Do you know that Gabriel fell back into Lucifer's grasp? Or that Uriel tried killing Brooklyn?"
"And that's my problem how?" Azrael glared at them.
"You can help us," Sam begged.
"It's started and there's no stopping it," Azrael said sadly. "If you want it to end, then play the roles."
Brooklyn slipped away and started reciting another incantation, this time to bring back Castiel. The flap of wings sounded beside her and Castiel was standing next to her.
"Welcome back Cas," she smiled at him. Castiel smiled back then looked at Azrael with hard eyes.
"Hello Azrael," he said.
"Hey bro how's the search for Daddy going? Lemme guess – awful!"
"Just give me five minutes alone with him," Brooklyn started towards Azrael but Dean quickly blocked her path.
"No Brook, he's not worth it. Let's get outta here," Brooklyn nodded and gathered her stuff back up. Together with Castiel and Sam the group trekked to the door. Azrael remained in the fire and hollered at them.
"Uh okay, uh guys? So- so what you're gonna leave me here forever?" Dean froze and turned around placing his hand on the fire alarm.
"No we're not because unlike you we don't screw with people's lives. And for the record this isn't about some prize fight or some destiny that can't be stopped. This about you being too afraid to stand up to us!" Dean flipped the switch and the alarm sounded followed by the sprinklers going off. Water coated Azrael and put the ring of fire out.
"Don't say I never did anything for you!"
Taking Brooklyn's hand the couple headed out with Castiel and Sam behind them. Azrael watched as the door slammed behind them.
Lucifer carefully reviewed through the ancient book. He was familiar with the writings and prophecies it held and was honed in on part in particular.
"Now I need a place where carnage took place and I'm in business…." The fallen angel had several books nearby which had such titles as Great Battles of the 20th Century, Civil War Battles, and History's Tragedies. He was looking for something in the US as he wished to keep Gabriel by his side. The Messenger was at rest once again after a rather hot round with him. The longer Gabriel stayed the better for him.
Antietam sounded devilishly delightful but he needed something more low key. Lucifer didn't want to attract any unwanted attention human or angelic. No, he needed absolute peace and quiet. Sighing in a human manner, Lucifer closed the book and opened the one on Civil War battles. All major bloody battles were out of the question since they were either tourist attractions or near large urban areas. No he wanted to start small on this one.
Hour after hour passed but Lucifer didn't notice for time held no significance. As long as Dean didn't find his grace and become Michael reborn the Fallen One wasn't concerned.
"Mine Creek Kansas…..No," Lucifer flipped the page. "My this country shed a lot of blood."
Lucifer flipped through the pages and finally paused. His eyes widened and lips curved up into a victorious smile.
"Carthage, Missouri….Perfect!" Lucifer shut the book and noticed the ritual had to be done under a blood moon.
"Damn, the ritual needs to be done on the next blood moon," the fallen angel scoured the books scattered around on the desk and noticed it wouldn't be for another month.
"Delays delays…" he huffed. "I suspect Dean won't be taking the angel juice as he fears doing so will destroy half the planet. Michael always was a bit soft to humans."
He thought about Brooklyn and how she was carrying the child of Michael. Since the demon hybrid known as Jesse was now in hiding, he would focus on getting Michael's child for the time being. The daughter of the angels….She would be a powerful being, more powerful than her parents. His spies had been unable to find them since that day at the clinic. Well he would post them there and along several other sites the hunter had been seen frequenting.
Lucifer looked over his shoulder at Gabriel who was now sitting up on the bed. His deep jade jewels stared groggily at him.
"I was wondering when you would finally awaken," Lucifer flashed a sweet smile at the archangel. Gabriel stretched and unfurled his dark wings and blocked out the light behind him. Lucifer felt his breath being taken away by the sight of his lover in such a vulnerable state. Gabriel's wings quickly vanished behind his back and once again had the guise of a human.
"I heard you talking to someone…."
"I was merely speaking to myself," Lucifer stacked the books and went to join the archangel. He carded a hand through Gabriel's tousled blonde hair watching as he leaned into his touch.
"I wish you wouldn't do it," he sighed.
"Do what?" Lucifer asked with false innocence.
"Summon Death," Gabriel looked away. "You don't have to destroy humanity. They do a upstanding enough job of that on their own. Please let us go somewhere untouched by man. If Michael finds his Grace…."
Lucifer shushed him and put a finger to his lips to which Gabriel kissed and traced his tongue along.
"He won't," Lucifer's tone carried certainty. "He has been on Earth in human form for too long. He has come to love this place and swore to protect its inhabitants by destroying what wishes to harm them. If the final battle is to happen, there will be nothing left."
"I wish you would just drop your vendetta," Gabriel begged him. The sorrow echoed in his vessel's voice. "My daughter was reborn a human….Please for me?"
"Gabriel….." Lucifer sat down beside him. "We have been through this discussion. You wish to remain with me correct?" Gabriel adamantly nodded his head. "Then you know this has to be done. Look what humans have done to Father's masterpiece. They ruined it, raped the Earth of her resources and treasures, exploited them for personal gain and battled with one another over them. They have no remorse for what they've done. I only wish to return it to what it was before the first humans were created. Paradise, Gabriel, think about it, things as they were before. Remember how we used to lay together in the vast plains or on the beach after battle? No one to disturb us…."
"Yes, I remember those times…." Gabriel said wistfully. "You were beautiful then and are now."
Lucifer nodded and smiled at the archangel. "As are you," he whispered.
Brooklyn felt the jolt in her stomach and slapped Dean's hand on it.
"Dean, she kicked," Dean grinned when the next movement hit. "Can you feel it?"
"Sure can," he leaned down and kissed the center of the bump. "Hey this is your dad out here. Don't kick when your mom's trying to sleep now…"
Sam chuckled and placed his hand over her stomach and felt his niece give a swift kick for him.
"Yep she's definitely up and moving Brook."
Castiel put a shaky hand on his charge's belly and felt not one, not two, but three sharp movements in a row. He looked up at Brooklyn as she shrugged her shoulders. The warmth seeped through his skin and raced through his veins and filling his soul with the gentle feeling he experienced so many other times he and the hunter touched. The angel knew it was the child responding to him but still was unsure as to what it could mean. The exchange didn't go unnoticed. Sam watched the awkwardness in Castiel's eyes as he lay a hand upon Brooklyn's stomach.
Without saying a word, he turned back to his laptop and started clicking away on the keyboard. Sam didn't want to say anything until he had his suspicions confirmed or quelled as the hunter didn't wish to upset Brooklyn. Dean came up behind him and peered over Sam's shoulder, curious about what his brother was up to. Sam could feel the weighted stare of his brother's sharp jade depths above him and stopped mid stroke to look at his brother.
"Dean, what do want?"
"What are you looking at Geek boy?" Dean read the screen and the grin that was on his face dropped instantly. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah I am," Sam turned all the way around and faced Dean. "I mean have you not been seeing it? The way Cas reacts when he senses the baby? Have you been asleep?"
"But Sam come on this?" Dean made a sharp thrust of his hand at the screen.
"Why is it that hard to think about it? Would you want some stranger or the angel that pulled Brooklyn, your wife, soulmate and the mother of your child?"
"Point taken," Dean sighed and threw his hands up in frustration. "But how can you be so sure it's because of this?"
"Okay stop and listen to yourself talk," Sam stood up. "You're freaking Michael incarnate; Brooklyn is Afriel reborn as a human with an archangel for a father. Now tell me again how this is off the radar?"
"I dunno Sam…" Dean shook his head.
"Dean, you can't just ignore it. I mean would it be that bad if Cas was it?"
Castiel listened to the brothers argue from the safety of the bathroom and wondered if it was true. It would explain everything: the warm sensations, the incredible pull towards the unborn child and the incredible surge within his soul. A part of him wanted it to be true. He would always be in love with Brooklyn but she only held room in heart for Dean. Unable to hold it anymore, the angel stepped out from the bathroom and confronted the brothers. The need to know was in control as he stopped between the brothers.
"Is it true Sam?" Sam felt the air rush from his lungs as he stared at the angel with his jaw agape.
"Cas…." Dean and Sam both answered in tandem. Castiel stared back at them with a deep blue fire which raged in his eyes.
"Damn it tell me! Is your child…."
"Yeah I think she is," Dean was the one to answer.
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