God's Plan
"What's going on?!" Sam gasped, staring at the sky as it turned a blood red. They had just returned from their short road trip less than half an hour ago. Lightning was flashing behind the red clouds and a piercing noise rang throughout the air. The hunters pressed their hands to their ears, trying to stop the high pitched sound from penetrating their ear drums. Dean recognized the sound instantly. He had heard it after being risen from hell and many times afterword. It was the voice of an angel, but this was worse than what he's heard before. This sounded like thousands of voices screaming together. Blood slowly began to leak from his ears and Dean turned his gaze to the house. He pushed himself to the door, kicking it open to see Kevin and Charlie on the floor, clutching at their own bleeding ears. The Winchester wasn't worried about his two friends at the moment though. He feared for his angels. Pushing himself farther into the house, Dean stumbled into the living room, Sam right behind him.
The two gasped as the screeching suddenly ended. Slowly, they pulled their hands from their still ringing ears. Sam reached out for his older brother, squeezing Dean's shoulder. Dean glanced up at his brother and nodded. Sam nodded back and looked around what should have been their living room. Instead it was a garden with strong trees of all kinds and flowers that bloomed with colors neither of the boys had ever even seen before.
"It is good to see you both again," an angelic voice mused. Sam and Dean spun around eyes wide when they came face to face with Joshua. At his side was the witch and in her arms were Cas, Balthazar, and Gabriel. Both hunters clenched their fists at the sight of their little angels. They didn't look hurt, but both Sam and Dean could tell something was wrong. The little angels stared lifelessly into nowhere, eyes covered with a dark haze like they weren't there.
"What did you do to them?" Dean snapped, teeth clenching tight as he stared at the smiling witch.
"Fear not, they will wake. I've simply sedated them," Lydia reassured. "They refused to come willingly with me." Sam let out a huff.
"Yeah, I wonder why that is," he spat. Lydia's face hardened, but she didn't say a word. Instead she looked to Joshua and the boys followed her eyes. "Where are the other angels? Those screams…they were from angels," Sam stated looking sure of himself. "Where are they?"
"Awe, now that is a bit hard to explain," Joshua mused, turning his back on the Winchesters and looking up at a dark sky decorated with glowing stars. Dean stepped forward, hand reaching for the blade hidden in his jacket.
"You either tell us what the hell you and that witch are planning or I'm going to add one more missing angel to the list," Dean threatened. When both witch and angel started laughing that was it for the hunter. He lunged, blade flying towards Joshua's chest. The blade was inches from slashing through flesh, but a flash of light from their right turned the blade to silver liquid. Dean gasped, stumbling backwards in shock of what had just happened. He turned his gaze, frowning as a familiar figure stepped into view.
"Chuck?" Sam questioned, looking at the scruffy haired man currently decked out in a tight and very fitting suit. Chuck smiled at Sam, nodding his head at the hunter before stepping between Dean and Joshua.
"Chuck, what the hell is going on?!" Dean shouted at the prophet. Chuck turned his head to the side just a tad, smirking softly at the Winchester.
"What's happening, Dean Winchester, is what you could call remodeling," Chuck hummed, fingers slipping into his suit pockets. "The angels have caused many problems for my creations, but I am merciful so I have decided a second chance would be granted to my children." Dean's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
"Hold up, what gives you the right and what do you mean by remodeling and…what do you mean your children?" Another laugh left Chuck's lips and Dean felt his blood go cold.
"Heaven is being reborn, Winchester, and I am the only right. I am God."
God watched his children from a distance, watching as the angels looked at humanity as if they were rats. This was nothing at all like he had hoped for. These two species were siblings, creatures meant to love and protect each other. However, the angels were not creatures of love. They were creatures of battle and orders. They had no freedom or free will once they came of age and learned how to use a blade. Even when God would tell to live free lives they would only continue to wait for their next order. God lost a son because of this hate for humanity and it had been too much.
Without a word God disappeared, popping into Joshua's garden to speak to the angel.
"Hello, Father," Joshua hummed, wings of soft sun beams glinting in the light of heaven. His true form was shifting like smoke. "What may I do for you?" the angel questioned, waving a hand and causing several poppies to sprout around the edges of a river. God sat down on the stump of a tree, staring at the flowers growing around him.
"I am leaving," God stated, eyes rolling to his son slowly, waiting for his reaction. Joshua frowned, stepping closer to his father.
"Forgive me for questioning, but...why are you leaving?"
"It is time that my children learn to live in a world without me influencing them," God sighed. "Though I still fear my leaving will not be enough to help them break from their obedience and turn to freedom." Joshua watched his father, confusion evident in his eyes as God got to his feet and started to pace. "Joshua, I ask you to prepare," God suddenly stated, eyes looking right into Joshua's. "If by my return my children do not follow the path I wish for them I need you to be ready to take action." Joshua straitened, bowing his head.
"What is it you'd like me to do?"
"My children didn't change how I had hoped they would at my absence. They did not try to follow their own paths," God sighed, lowering his head and looking towards Joshua and the witch. His eyes fell down to the three baby angels in Lydia's arms and his gaze softened. "Well," God sighed. "Some of them tried." God strolled closer to Lydia, reaching out and taking the three from the witch. He cradled them gently, rocking his arms and smiling at the three kindly. "But they had a little help," God added, looking at both Dean and Sam and smiling.
"None of this tells us where the angels are," Dean growled, stepping forward. God sighed patiently and adjusted the baby angels in his arms.
"If you want them then go find them." There was a snap of fingers and suddenly God's arms were empty. Both Dean and Sam let out worried shouts and looked around for their little angels. A small chuckle whispered past God's lips and he strolled closer until he was in punching distance of the two. "Find them."
Brilliant white light flashed throughout the garden and the Winchester brothers instinctively covered their eyes, huddling close together. It felt like hours before the light finally subsided and the two slowly looked out from behind their hands. They were still in the garden, but it didn't look anything like the one they had been standing in before. This one had nothing growing yet other than small little flecks of grass peaking up from the ground. Even the sky above was different. Instead of millions of glowing lights there was only darkness.
"Where are we?" Dean whispered, looking to his younger brother hopefully. Sam shook his head, flinching when a strange sound cried through the night. The two looked out over garden, eyes falling on a cloaked in white figure walking towards them. They grabbed for their knives, but all weapons were gone. All they could do was watch. The figure stopped when he was only a few feet from both Sam and Dean and looked to some sort of crater in the earth. The boys watched as the figure knelt down in the dirt and pulled from the crater two small lifeless bundles. They were baby angels. Small wings were poking out of their backs limply. Carefully, the figure leaned in close to one of the small bodies, mouth hovering just over the child's mouth. A small light swirled out of the figure then and entered the child, causing the baby to take in a large first breath. The figure then did the same for the other child, smiling when both babies blinked up at him and cooed.
"Hello, Michael," the figure whispered, kissing the son he had breathed life into first. "Hello, Lucifer," the figure said to the other, kissing him also.
My Word deactivated, but luckily I had backups so I could give you all the...100th CHAPTER!