Chuck arrived straight to his thrown room in Heaven with Sam. He knew it was the one place in Heaven that was sure to be unoccupied. At least until Michael determined he'd returned, which would be very soon.
Sam looked around in shock and slight fear. Within seconds, he'd gone from the motel room to a bright room with nothing but a tall chair in it. He didn't even know it was possible for anything to go from place to place that quick.
Chuck placed the boy down on the ground and knelt down in front of him. "Don't be afraid, Sam. You will never have anything to fear from me. I think you can tell that, can't you?"
Sam nodded. He did somehow know this man wouldn't hurt him. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did. Still, that didn't mean what was going on wasn't scary. He'd just been taken from his family by a guy that was more powerful than anything his father had begun teaching him about. "T…Take me back please."
Chuck shook his head. "I'm sorry, little one, but I can't do that. I won't allow you around anyone who harms you."
"It was my fault for talking back," Sam said as he looked down. Maybe his father was right. Maybe he was being a brat. His dad only wanted justice for his mom, and to help other people. That was good, right?
Chuck gently lifted the boy's chin up with his finger. "Never believe that, Sam. John had no business putting his hands on you, or speaking to you the way he did. You won't need to worry about that happening ever again. This is your home now."
"No, please," Sam begged.
Chuck grimaced at the look on the boy's face. He had the puppy dog face down to perfection. Gabriel should feel proud. Sam had obviously inherited the gift from his father. Gabriel was excellent at the puppy dog eyes.
He heard a knock at the door. He didn't even need to use his power to know that it was Michael. He'd allowed his oldest to feel his return the moment it had taken place. He knew the archangel would be eager to come find him. "Enter, Michael."
The doors opened, and Michael walked in, eager to be reunited with his father. "Father, you've come…" Michael trailed off when he saw the young boy who'd accompanied his father. He knew right away that the boy was not entirely human. It was faint, but he could sense the bit of Grace inside. It was extremely faint. He doubted a seraph would be able to notice. "Father."
Sam, meanwhile gasped as he saw the six large wings attached to the man's back. Was he an angel. His dad always said angels weren't real, but how else would this man have wings.
Chuck took Sam's hand and walked him over to Michael "Sam, say hello to Uncle Michael."
Now it was Michael's turn to gasp. This boy had a small amount of Grace and his father had just referred to Michael as his uncle. That only meant one thing. This boy was a Nephilim. But Nephilim were forbidden. Who would be so stupid as to create a child with a human? It was death to both the child and the angel. Was that why his father had brought the boy to him? Did he want him to execute the boy? "Father, do you want me to…"
"I want you to say hello, Michael. This child is a part of our family. As such, we will protect him at all costs. Do you understand?" Chuck asked in a firm tone. He dressed the conversation up so that Sam wouldn't realize the exact nature of the conversation, but he knew Michael would understand what was expected of him.
Michael nodded. He didn't really understand all of it. The child was a Nephilim. By law, he was supposed to be destroyed, at least that was what Michael had been taught since not long after humans were created. But his father was telling him otherwise, and while Michael wasn't sure why at the moment, his father was ordering him not to harm this boy, and that was enough. "Yes, Father, I understand.
"He's really my uncle? But I don't have uncles, except for my Uncle Bobby," Sam said, still staring at the new person's wings.
"You have many uncles, Sam. You will find that your family is about to grow dramatically," Chuck said with a smile.
"Is he alright?" Michael asked. The boy kept staring at him like he was the newest thing to ever be created.
"It's your wings, son. You must remember, he's never seen anything like you before. He didn't even know the supernatural existed until a few months ago. I'm sure you can imagine that it would be a bit overwhelming for him," Chuck said.
"He's grown up as human?" Michael asked. That didn't seem safe. It was extremely irresponsible of whatever angel had created him. A Nephilim's power was said to be great. It might even be greater than that of an archangel. That was why they were forbidden. Even if his father had seemingly changed his mind on that, precautions still needed to be taken. At the very least, he should've been under the direct supervision of his angel parent.
"I'm human. I'm not a monster," Sam said. He'd come out of his daze when the man, apparently his uncle, talked as if he weren't human.
"Of course not, child. You could never be a monster. How would you like something to eat? Are you hungry?" Chuck asked.
Sam nodded. It just occurred to him that he hadn't eaten since lunch at school. He was really hungry when he thought about it.
Chuck snapped his fingers and a table with a pizza and a tall glass of orange juice appeared.
Sam gasped once again at the power.
Chuck gave the boy a small nudge towards the table. "Go on. We are going to step outside for a moment. We'll be right back."
Sam nodded and went over to the table.
Chuck headed for the door and motioned for Michael to follow.
Michael shut the door as soon as they were out of the room. "Father, I don't understand. You said Nephilim…"
"Forget anything else I've said on the matter before today. That law is abolished at this moment. And I am to never, ever hear that child referred to as an abomination. Am I understood," Chuck asked in a hard tone.
"Yes, Father. So, what do you ask of me? Should I love him?" Michael asked.
Chuck sighed. Michael had still not learned the lesson of free will that Chuck wanted. Originally, that was to come when he came to know Sam as an adult. Well, an adult by human standards anyway. Unfortunately, he'd had to alter those events. "Michael, I want you to love him because you do. I want you to love him because he's your brother's son. I don't want you to do so because I tell you to. I have faith that you will. For now, I want for you to look after him for a while. Right now, I have to go find your brother."
"What brother? Who is that child's father?" Michael wondered.
"Gabriel," Chuck answered.
Michael's eyes widened by that news, and not just because he'd wondered if Gabriel was actually still alive. It was also because he was an archangel. His child would be more powerful than anyone could comprehend. "Gabriel is the boy's father. Well, why did he abandon the boy. Does he not know how dangerous that could be?"
"He did not abandon him. He is watching over him as much as he can. As for why he's not raising him, is it not obvious? He is afraid of what you or I would do to his child, and he isn't wrong to be, at least not where you are concerned. Had I not forbidden it today, you would've done anything you could to execute Sam if you found out about him," Chuck said.
Michael didn't speak. He couldn't deny it. He lived to execute his father's will.
"Now, I need to go see to your brother. He has angered a few Pagan Gods," Chuck said. A couple of Gods were currently showing his son their displeasure.
"Will you come back?" Michael asked in a broken voice.
"Yes, at least for a while. Since I've already broken my resolve on the matter of Sam, I may as well sort the rest of you out. I'm not happy with the way things have been going, son. You will hear about. But Gabriel is first. It seems I need to explain to him why it's a bad idea to pose as a Pagan God. I want you to remain with Sam. Also, set up a place for him and Gabriel. Your brother doesn't know it yet, but they will both be remaining here from now on. One more thing, I don't want Sam left alone with Raphael right now," Chuck said. He'd seen how things turned out with Raphael originally. He wouldn't allow it with a Sam that couldn't even begin to defend himself.
"Yes, Father," Michael said. He didn't quite understand the order, but it was given to him, so he would follow it.
Chuck nodded and disappeared.