God doesn't do wishes.
No matter what humans think, his Father doesn't hand out miracles, and happy endings. He doesn't give a praying couple a child made from the same soil the first human, made from his breath.
Yet Chloe lies in the hospital bed, alive and well.
She is smiling at him, tired and content. Like she didn't just almost die. Like he didn't just go to Hell to save her, barely getting back in time. Like all of this is normal, nothing more complicated than a shooting.
Like the love of a fallen angel isn't a burning thing to have.
And for a terrifying second, he wants to run. Run from this heartache and love as far as he can.
But...
But only those with free will are bound by fate; and no matter how ineffable his Father is, He can't create soulmates.
And Mother is still there, Amenadiel is still falling and Maze still figuring herself out but… he can work with this. He can work with this.
So he lets a sliver of hope to mix with the love growing in his grace.
And he smiles back.
A/N: good lord this one was a hard one to write. Thanks for sticking around!