Destiny

by cirobert

Gabriel, Archangel and imitation Trickster, has been dead for years when suddenly he's called back from the darkness to fulfill the destiny he never knew he had. Little did he know it would involve a woman who had won the heart of not only both Winchester men but also the angel Castiel. Could he accept his place in his father's design?

2. Chapter 2

2

Snow didn't know how she made it through her pregnancy and delivery. When a short blonde man had appeared to her in the bunker to announce that not only were all three of the men she loved dead but now she carried their child she had tuned out of reality for the most part. The man, an archangel named Gabriel he had informed her, had stayed by her side through the entire 9 month process and made sure she ate, took the necessary vitamins, made sure the baby was growing accordingly and when she went in labour he was the one to stay with her. She didn't remember any of it.

The first thing she does remember is when she heard the crying voice of her son. It was like a hammer to the ice she had been coating herself in for the past few months. There was pain, so much pain, and then she heard the clear as a bell cry that meant she was now a mother. Gabriel had been there, holding her hand and making every attempt to look anywhere but where a child was being born. When the boy cried, a strong demanding cry, he locked eyes with her and something changed. He was suddenly invested. And Snow was now responsible for the life of the last Winchester. Or Winchester/Castiel she guessed. Gabe had tried to explain her son's parentage but it was all a little murky to her. All she knew was that this baby held the last blood of the Winchester family combined with the grace that had made Castiel an angel.

"He's a strong healthy baby boy." the doctor announced as they handed the squirming wet infant to her. She grabbed the baby and cradled him to her breast eagerly, taking in every detail of him. He was pale skinned like her and Castiel but he had the face of the Winchesters. His nose was strong and proud, his jawline already defined. But what caught her breath was that her son had one eye a hazel brown and one a vibrant green. Like he was Dean's and Sam's completely down the middle. It made the tears flow harder as she looked into the eyes she missed so terribly. She ran her lips through his shock of black hair even though he was still wet from birth. She smelled him, she touched him, she cradled him to her breast where he rooted for something to eat. Smiling she glanced at Gabriel who was also teary.

"Just like his Dad." Gabriel said with a faint blush to his cheeks.

"What are you calling him?" the nurse who was tending her asked with a soft smile at the now content infant.

"David Castiel Winchester."