Gabriel felt nothing but rage as he looked at his older brother. He couldn't believe his father had brought him back here. In the past, this was something he would've been happy about. The only thing he'd wanted was his family back, without the non-stop fighting. And it did seem like that was his father's intention. But how he felt was before he became a father, and before he knew what his brother had done to his son.
"Father, what's going on?" Michael asked. Like Gabriel, he was shocked to see that his father had returned with their brother. Why in the world would his father release Lucifer? The apocalypse was one thing. It was the plan his father put in motion to stop Lucifer once and for all. It was much different than releasing him and actually bringing him to Heaven. This should not be happening, certainly not with a tiny fledgling in the vicinity.
"I told you I was going to sort you and your brothers out. Lucifer was not excluded from that," Chuck said. He wasn't willing to let Lucifer stay in the Cage. He was meant to be released by Sam, but that wouldn't happen now that the boy had been returned to his father.
"Father, I don't think this was a good idea," Michael said. He wanted to be obedient, but Lucifer should not be here. There was a child to think about. Lucifer should not be allowed in the same universe as Sam.
"Oh, Michael, are you saying you didn't want me to come home?" Lucifer asked with a triumphant smirk. He was taking comfort in his older brother's unhappiness. He had a lot of angry for Michael, maybe even more so than their father. Michael had been the one to cast him out. He betrayed him. So he would relish in any discomfort.
Gabriel was becoming more and more angry as he looked at Lucifer. The bastard had the nerve to show off that smug look of his. He was gloating because their father let him out. Lucifer had nearly killed Gabriel's son, and the bastard had the nerve to give that look in his presence. Sure, Lucifer didn't know Sam was Gabriel's, but Gabriel didn't care.
Gabriel lunged himself at his brother. "You little bastard!"
Michael shut the door to Gabriel's rooms to try to ensure Sam wasn't disturbed, immediately ran forward and grabbed Gabriel around the middle. "No, don't!"
Lucifer, meanwhile, was shocked. He'd been so wrapped up in Michael's reaction that he hadn't seen Gabriel's. Now he was, and the youngest archangel was furious. That made Lucifer angry as well. What right did Gabriel have to be angry with him? He hadn't done anything. Michael and their father were the traitors. Why was Gabriel taking their side? He should be on Lucifer's side. He was the one that raised Gabriel.
"Calm down, Gabriel. I will not have any of you fighting," Chuck said with authority.
"Then you shouldn't have brought him here!" Gabriel snarled.
"What is your problem? The last I knew, you wanted everyone to get along. Now you're ready to fight me? For what? To please them? I did nothing to them or you!" Lucifer growled.
Gabriel made another move to attack Lucifer, but found himself unable to move out of Michael's arms. "Let Go of me, Michael!"
"How can you take their side over mine? I was the one that looked out for you, Gabriel. I did nothing to deserve what happened to me," Lucifer shouted.
"I don't give a damn about an eons old squabble. No, it's your more resent actions I'm going to tear you apart for!" Gabriel yelled back as he continued to struggle in his oldest brother's arms.
"Brother, I know you're angry, but you need to remember that Sam is not that far away from here. Do not let him see you like this," Michael urged.
Gabriel took in his brother's words and stilled as he remembered his son just around the corner. The last thing he wanted was for his son to come out and see him shouting and attacking someone. He'd already heard him yelling last night. Plus, the kid was afraid enough. He didn't need anything added to it. "Alright. Let me go."
Michael reluctantly let his brother go.
Gabriel glared over at his father. "Why did you do this? After what he did to Sam, you brought him here?"
Instead of answering Gabriel, Chuck looked over at Michael annoyed. It was obvious that Michael told Gabriel about the demon blood because the youngest archangel hadn't known about it before. "I didn't tell him yet for a reason, Michael."
"I thought he already knew. With all due respect, Father, doesn't he deserve to know?" Michael asked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lucifer asked. He stopped understanding what was going on when Gabriel said he wasn't angry about him rebelling. His anger was apparently fueled by something he did to someone else. He didn't know what it was he'd done to this person though. He'd been trapped in the Cage for the last few centuries.
Just then, they all heard a door opened, followed by a small voice. "Is everything okay?"
Michael was the closest, so he immediately went over to the small boy standing in the doorway. "Hello, Sam. Everything is fine. We were just having a small disagreement. I hope we didn't frighten you."
Sam shook his head, no.
Gabriel, meanwhile, placed himself directly in the middle of Lucifer and his son. After what the bastard did, he wasn't going to let him anywhere near his son.
Lucifer stared at the young boy in awe. He didn't know who this child was, but he had Grace in him. It was a small amount, but it was there. He also clearly had a human soul. That could only make him one thing, but it wasn't possible. If that had happened, he would've been executed the second Michael laid eyes on him.
Gabriel smiled at his son. "Hey. I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I just got a little distracted."
"Who's that?" Sam asked as he looked at the newest person he laid eyes on. The man had three sets of wings, just like Michael did.
Lucifer smiled at the boy invitingly. He didn't know this child, but he knew that somehow, he was a part of his family. While there was a lot of anger and bitterness he felt when he thought of that word, especially where his father and Michael were concerned, family was still somewhat important to him.
"It's not important. He isn't anyone you need to worry about," Michael assured him.
"Michael, are you in here?" a new voice suddenly asked.
Everyone turned to the door on the other side of the room in time to see Raphael walk into the room.
Raphael looked around in shock. The only one he wasn't surprised to see was Michael. His gaze hit Lucifer first and then Gabriel, both of whom he never expected to return to Heaven again. But before he could dwell on other of their presences, he laid eyes on his father. "Father? But I was sure you were killed."
Chuck rolled his eyes at his son. "Raphael, if I were dead, you would be too. Everything I created would've died with me.
Raphael stared at him for a minute, but then his eyes moved to the youngest occupant in the room. A young boy who looked human, but clearly wasn't. It took him minutes to figure out what the child was and not long after that to relish in it. A Nephilim. Nephilim's were one of the most powerful beings in existence. He could fantasize about what they could do with that much power.
Sam leaned into Michael's side. He could see the way the man was looking at him and it scared him. He looked mean and like he was gonna do something bad.
"Look elsewhere, brother," Gabriel said. He kept his voice as pleasant as he could
"You're frightening him, Raphael," Michael said.
Raphael removed his eyes from the boy.
"Michael, perhaps it would be a good idea if you took Sam for a walk," Chuck said before looking down at his grandson. "We have a big garden that I think you will love."
Michael looked to Gabriel for permission. Gabriel was not his biggest fan since he returned, and Michael wasn't certain that his brother wanted him to take his son out of his presence.
Gabriel was hesitant. It was difficult for him to trust Michael. He knew realistically that Michael wouldn't hurt Sam now, but it was difficult to forget eight years of fear when it came to his brother. However, he trusted Michael more than he trusted Lucifer, or even Raphael. He didn't want Sam around them and he didn't want the boy to hear them fighting. "Yes, that's a good idea. Take a walk with Uncle Michael, Sam. We'll finish talking when you come back.
"I have to get dressed first," Sam said.
"I can help with that. Be prepared, this will be a bit startling, and it might feel weird," Michael said before snapping his fingers.
Sam felt a very strange sensation and then looked down at himself and gasped. Instead of his pajamas, he was now dressed in a pair of black pants and a striped red and white T-shirt. "Wow!"
Michael chuckled and held out his hand. "Come. You need to hold onto my hand the whole time, alright? This is a very big place."
Sam nodded and took his uncle's hand.
"Don't let him out of your sight, Michael," Gabriel warned. If Sam got lost and ran into another angel, it could end very badly.
Michael nodded and led the boy out of the room.
Once they were gone, Lucifer looked at Gabriel in shock. "You have a kid." It was very obvious that boy was Gabriel's. The way Michael looked to him for permission even after their father told him to take the boy out of the room was more than proof of that. He was in charge of the boy. Plus, he'd seen how protective Gabriel was over him.
Gabriel glared at his brother. "Yeah, I do, and you almost killed him!"
"What are you talking about? I've never even seen that child before today?" Lucifer asked.
"No, but your demon buddies sure have, specifically the one makes a habit of pouring its blood into babies' mouths!" Gabriel growled.
Lucifer gasped. That kid was one of Azazel's 'special children'? He was one of the kids infected to see if he was his vessel. It was then that Lucifer recognized the name. Sam. As in Sam Winchester. The brother to Michael's vessel. That made Sam his vessel. Except that wasn't possible if the boy was a Nephilim. A Nephilim couldn't hold an angel. At least he didn't believe so. "This means he's not…"
"Your true vessel was never created, Lucifer. He was never meant to be. Your future was meant to be shaped by the boy that just left here. Unfortunately, I had to change that future due to his irresponsible and abusive foster parent," Chuck said.
Gabriel glared at his father for the implication that it was somehow Sam's responsibility to change Lucifer. His son did not need to take on the task of somehow fixing what Lucifer did or what was done to him. If his father wanted to change the way things were, he could get off his ass and do it himself.
Everything hit Lucifer all at once. That boy was his nephew and he'd sent a demon after him. That toxic blood mixed with the boy's Grace could have killed him. At the very least, it definitely inhibited his Grace. He'd harmed his nephew. No wonder Gabriel was so pissed. "Gabriel, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"I don't give a damn if you knew!" Gabriel yelled. "You had a demon poisoning babies with their blood. The fact that you didn't know that one of them was my son means nothing. You wouldn't even care if he were human. Hell, I'm surprised you care now, considering he's still part human."
Lucifer couldn't deny the accusation. He truly wouldn't have cared if the boy were human. Humans were disgusting creatures in his opinion. It didn't matter what happened to them. But his nephew was another story. "I won't pretend to care about humans, Gabriel, even human children, but I'm sorry for what I've done to your child. What can I do?"
"Nothing. Stay the hell away from my son!" Gabriel said angrily before storming out of the room.
"You have much to repent for, Lucifer," Chuck told his son.
"Yeah, and how about you?" Lucifer asked with a glare before heading out of the room himself.
Chuck turned to his remaining son and give him a stern look. "Raphael, don't think I didn't see the way you looked at that little boy, and don't think I don't know your intentions. I suggest you abandon them immediately. Any attempts to harm or use that boy will be met with a punishment worse than Lucifer's."
Raphael's eyes widened just at the prospect of such an outcome, and he immediately nodded his head that he understood.