AN: I'm back dogs! I've decided that I'm going to try and write out chapters in advance and post them from there, so my updates might become a bit delayed. Especially with the holidays coming up, I've got a number of projects that I'm working on for the holidays for family members so I may be a bit slow for a while! Please hang with me! I try to update every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for sure!
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Cutecookielove: hahaha it's a slow build fluff man, but there's gonna be moments, I swear! Don't be sad! More fam fluff is coming up, and not just for Iaso either, it's gonna be a great fill for your fluff need! Yea, no, we're definitely on the same page, there is a too big a shortage on angel fam centric stories so I try and focus mine on that to make up for it! They all hate the Winchesters but put up with them because of their Father being 'friends' with them. Hahahah I'm trying to keep them from being too stereotypical! I promise! Yea, no Raph's gonna be a great dad, but theres definitely going to be some mistakes along the way because he's new to this. They're both going to have some problems at first because she hasn't had a dad and he hasn't had a daughter before.
Robin0203: he is definitely a worry wart! He's going to being thinking of her so much while he's stuck doing his duties in Heaven!
Bluestar322: HAHA I love you very much! Hope that didn't come off as creepy….lol! thanks for the review! I'm glad that you love it!
And without further ado, chapter 4!
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He debated hard on how he should break the matter to his brothers, they had the right to know that they were uncles to a young niece, but with all the rebuilding happening around them after the war that had been fought at their urging and command there never seemed to be an opportune time to bring the matter up. He did not want to tell them, and they be so distracted that it went in one ear and out the other, no in a position that the news shock them into suddenness and they drop whatever they were doing.
The Healer was lost in his thoughts on the matter, not hearing the question that was being directed to him by his oldest brother, leading the Virtue Captain at his side to elbow him sharply in the side to draw him from his thoughts.
"I have a daughter."
He cursed himself for his lack of tact, grimacing as the matter was brought out so suddenly, and chanced a look at the others around him.
His oldest brother, Michael, was staring at him in surprise. His mouth hanging slightly ajar at the question he had been preparing to resubmit in amusement to his younger brother's distraction from the present moment. His own captain, the famed mighty Power, stood at his left with wide eyes.
His second oldest brother, Lucifer, stared at him in similar way that his oldest brother did, a hand curled over the lower half of his face in surprise. His captain, Semyaza, nodded in amusement that one of their highest-ranking archangels would have done such a deed with a mortal when it was them who had upheld the command of the flood to wash out their own children. It hadn't stopped them from siring more, especially after their fall from Heaven, he himself had a daughter and a son presently.
Oren was staring at him with his mouth agape at the suddenness of the admission.
"You have….You?"
Raphael nodded, grimacing again at the stiffness in the action, "A daughter. Her name is Iaso."
His oldest brother recovered quicker then the rest did, his eyes still wide, his previous question forgotten in the turmoil of discovering he had a little niece to watch out for.
"I have a niece?"
"Yes." He rolled his shoulders, "She is about 316 years old, is fighting a war, and is so much like her mother."
His second oldest brother recovers soon after, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, "Did you love this human, brother?"
"I did. I had not known that she had been conceived." He glared at them all dangerously, "You will not harm her."
"Harm her?" his oldest brother seems confused, "I'd be more inclined to meet my niece then to harm her." He turned to share a look with his captain, "She is fighting a war?"
Lucifer nodded at the same moment the question was asked, including his own personal curiosity to the inquiry made, the Power stood up a bit straighter as he to awaited the answer, the Virtue at his side doing much of the same. Any kin of the Healer was kin of theirs, especially so if it be one of the four commanders, and thus it was their duties to protect their commanders and, despite how odd the situation was, any direct kin of theirs.
Raphael nodded, rubbing his chin wearily, "Apparently, there was a split in Nephilim factions, the two sides are opposed to their practice, one protecting peace and the other inciting chaos."
The Grigori shuffled on his feet, looking down to the stone flooring under him, his mind wondering what his children had chosen to fight for. He would like to think that he had raised them with enough respect to maintaining peace that they would be on the supposed 'good' side of this battle among their own kind.
"We shall intervene immediately then." Michael nodding in confirmation to his captain, the other following suit in quick succession, "Aid our kin in whatever hardship they currently face as best as we can."
He seemed confused by the grimace he received, having thought that his brother would have been on board with the idea, "They do not accept help from outside forces."
"Then we shall offer it."
Their meeting was interrupted by the Messenger, appearing in a flurry of feathers, and tugging on the Healers arm as words escaped him a mile a minute.
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Dean Winchester seemed to be against the idea of having another come into their sanctum, but Gabriel was not leaving his niece on her own on the possibility that she may be harmed, and he thought those thoughts as he sent a glare in the seraph's direction. Castiel seemed confused at his hostility, and he knew for fact that his brother was only playing nice with the one that had killed him for his own daughters wellbeing, the Messenger briefly wondered how 'daddy's newfound little girl' would take the news that the one that had bashed her over the head had also splatted papa's guts all over the wall without a care in the world.
So, Dean Winchester's protests went ignored by the higher power in their little powwow as he lead his niece and her friend down the winding stares into the library in the main area of the Bunker. The archangel carefully guided the Nephilim of his brother into a chair, her friend stepping up behind her shoulder as though to stand sentry while the other was otherwise preoccupied.
"Who bashed you in the head, girl?"
Iaso glared, ignoring the headache that was forming behind her eyes, her heated gaze locked on the Seraph that watched their every move as though they themselves were the threat, and she rolled her eyes despite the ache that the action brought.
"Cassarole."
"His name," Dean Winchester stood behind him, "is Castiel."
"Was there anything in my expression that gave the inclination that I cared?"
Her friend crossed her arms, quirking one hip to the side, and gave the angel the stink eye as best as one her size could, and both Nephilim ignored the hunter entirely beyond that point. Gabriel had dismissed himself, with a parting quip of 'play nice children', to call on his brother and talk him down when news reached him that his only child, his only newfound child, had been harmed by the hand of someone he only humored to please their oldest brother, Father, and to maintain the peace that was being rebuilt between their family.
Ava and Iaso fell into light conversation, a conversation of catching up on things missed, and Sam used this as his moment to gather as much information about this foe that they shared as he could, the more they had to work with, the better results that could be had. He took notes, behind them where he had taken a seat at the table, anything that seemed relevant to their situation.
They were call 'Outcasts' among the Nephilim race, from what he gathered in their conversation, and they reveled in the destruction they could cause, and if it meant that innocent lives were caught in the crossfire then they counted that as a bonus to their winning of the game. They had been fighting one another, the two factions, since the late 1800s when the split had occurred. One side fighting to protect the innocents of the world and keep order maintaining the chaos, the circle of life's way, and the other whose only goal was to cause as much destruction as they could, take as many souls with them that they could possibly take.
It was in that moment that they seemed to notice that their soft conversation was being eavesdropped on and they switched it up, throwing his hopes of gaining any further information on the matter, and they smiled to each other knowingly.
"I knew something was wrong the moment I'd laid my eyes on you," a deep voice cut off their conversation, and they all turned to see the two men returning, Ava did a double take between her friend and the newest arrival. They shared the same complexion, the same eyes, the same smile, the same curls, even that little golden band that was curled around the upper edge of their right ear. "In my shock at the revelation that I'd fathered a child I allowed my emotions to overcome my better judgement." Iaso spared a glance over her shoulder, a smile curling upwards, to her friend and mouthed a simple 'My dad'. The other spared the girl over the others shoulder a glance, but at the moment his attentions were directed to the one in the chair, and he knelt before her.
"What ails you, my little one?"
"I have a bad headache." He nodded, looking over his shoulder for the other archangel, his daughter was as strong willed as they came, and he needed as much information as he could gather to give the appropriate diagnoses. "Gabriel?"
"She's been a bit wobbly in her motions, especially during the brief altercation we had today, and from what I've been told by moose here, she did get knocked unconscious during their meeting."
He hummed, nodding more so to himself then anyone else, "Just as I thought," he pat her cheek lightly and Iaso smiled at the warmth in his hand, "You have a concussion. No strenuous activity for at least a week. Rest, but allow yourself to be woken at certain intervals for checking, it should clear up on its own just fine." He smiled at her, curling his long fingers around her cheek, and she returned the smile in kind as she leaned against his hand, "Thanks dad."
Ava jumped slightly, ignoring the amusement from the other archangel standing behind the taller one, and finally those eyes turned to look up at her. He stood back to his full height, Iaso following, and she barely met the halfway point between his elbow and his shoulder, she leaned against him and he allowed it.
"And, who might you be, small one?"
"I'm not short!"
She cursed herself for that being the first thing she'd said to one of the elder archangels, grumbling to herself as she smacked her palm to her forehead, but he seemed amused by it and chuckled warmly.
"My apologies, let me amend, who might you be young one?"
She licked her lips nervously, "Ava. My names Ava." She stepped forward curiously, "Are you really?"
"Really what, young one?"
Ava nodded her head towards her friend, "Her dad?"
He chuckled again, turning to look down his right side to the short teenager leaning against him, pressing a hand into her wild curls, "I am." She smiled and leaned in closer, sharing the same smile with him, and he turned his direction back to her friend, "Tell me, who is your parent?" The other Nephilim became shy so suddenly, it was concerning, and he was quick to assert "There is no judgement, little one, most certainly not from me."
"My dad is Thaddeus."
When his eyes went wide, she was quick to add on, not wanting this first impression to turn sour just by admission of who her parent was.
"But I'm nothing like him!" she shook her head "I've heard stories and they're all so horrible." She seemed nervous now, and he could see it, hear it in her increase of heartbeat and the way her breathing hitched every second breath, "I love people! I would never hurt them!"
"Calm, young one, I told you there was no judgement." He stepped forward to caress her cheek lightly, "Take a deep breath." She seemed surprised at how gentle someone so powerful could be, and that he, of all persons, was touching her at her horrid admission, but she took a deep breath as instructed, "And release." She felt her nerves loosen as she did, her mind calming down from her admission and the way his eyes had widened, and he rubbed her cheek with his thumb before stepping back again.
"We cannot chose who we are born to. But we do choose where our family lays." He hummed softly, "I'll take it he's never claimed you."
Ava shook her head, looking down to her scuffed sneakered feet, and he chuckled deeply in his chest, "Do you know that even we believe in 'adoption', though perhaps not in the sense that the humans do because we outlive them by so much time, but fledglings can be chosen by a guardian when theirs is unfit for them." He smiled to her when she looked back up to meet his eyes, "I happen to know that there are a few who would be happy to claim you, if only given the chance to have met you."
He curled an arm around his daughter's shoulders, "Come, lets get you to bed, the more rest one can get with a concussion brings the best results." The archangel turns them in the direction of the hall, quickly calling over his shoulder, "You too, young Ava, your war can wait for a good night's rest."
He led them down the hall towards the room that had been claimed as hers, as he was not going to have his daughter living somewhere unsafe, and while he loath to have her here with Castiel standing over her shoulder and would much rather have her up in Heaven where he may protect her from the evil in the world, he knew that she would never allow it, not yet perhaps, and it was not yet safe to have her there with the rebuilding they were doing, but he trusted her wellbeing in the hands of his younger brother, Gabriel, who had taken a liking to hanging around these ones in question.
With the door opened, he gestured them in, "I will leave you for a moment to chan—"
"I don't have any other clothes."
The archangel pat her cheek fondly, "I would be shamed if my power was so limited as to not provide you with clothing."
She smiled at him and nodded, turning to speak to her friend as he closed the door behind him, he sighed and rubbed at his temple as the Messenger joined him.
"They want to meet her, don't they?"
He nodded, "They do." The older archangel turned to look at the younger "And they want to offer their assistance."
"Because teenagers are too prideful to take it otherwise?"
The Healer chuckled, "Precisely." They both shared an amused glance, waiting patiently for the door to open again with the young woman inside, they turned to look when the door opened. The Messenger elbowed his older brother in the side at his choice of color in clothing. Iaso smiled at them, her curls done up in two buns on her head, in a set of emerald green short pajamas, her friend wore a simple jersey and shorts.
"Dad, are these silk?"
He hummed, "You are the child of an archangel who has fine taste." He pointed a finger at Ava when she snorted.
"Come, to bed, both of you."
They allowed the Healer to guide them to the large bed pushed against the far wall, and he sat on the edge as he tucked them in, Iaso smiled at him, "We're not little anymore."
"I never got to do so when you were young, so humor me, just this once."
"Just this once, then."
He smiled at her, "Thank you."
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AN: Ahhhhh the fluff is so great! Iaso and Ava are going to be in the bunker for a while until she heals from her concussion. THADDEUS HAD A KID AAAAHHHHHHH! Lol at the way Raph just blurts out that he has a kid in front of everyone!
What ya'll think of Ava, she's gonna be around for a while too, she's a bit fun to write for! It's hard to believe that someone like her could be the child of someone like him. Angelic adoption though? Catching any drifts here? *wink wink*