I'd like to make a angel harem fic request: The only thing stupider than messing with an archangel's seraphs is messing with an archangel's fledglings. Someone neglected to tell a band of demons this and so the entire harem has to open a can of whoop-ass on the would be kidnappers.
Inias is the one to find the fledglings missing. He often leaves earlier and returns to the nest sooner because of it. The stillness, the silence, immediately has him on high alert as he draws his blade and scouts around the area.
There aren’t so much doors and walls in Heaven as barriers, and Inias can feel the fractured edges of pierced wards and snarls, knowing someone has broken in - fucking again, do their enemies never learn?
But his Grace twists in anxiety, because their children had been in here, and Inias can’t hear or sense any of them. He calls out for them and his heart almost stops in relief when he hears a soft sniffle coming from the haphazard nest that makes up the Angel’s bigger bed. The mattress has been shredded and small feathers litter the room but even from where he is Inias can see the frightened grey eyes staring back at him.
He immediately discards his blade, running forward and catches the fledgling as he launches himself into Inias’ arms. It’s Samandriel’s son, his cheeks red from crying. There’s blood on his back but Inias can tell that it isn’t his own - he doesn’t look harmed, thank the Father, but he’s clearly terrified and Inias does his best to soothe him with his Grace and wrap his wings tight around the little boy, soft sounds falling from his mouth as he kisses his forehead and calms away any fear and any pain the child may be feeling.
"What happened?" he asks, forcing himself not to worry, not to let it show. If one of the fledglings survived, stayed behind, then that must mean the creatures - demons, Inias can smell their sulfur-stench - must have panicked, or been weak, or few. All things that can work in their favor.
"Big…big, black eyes - they -." The boy sobs and curls his golden wings around himself, hiding his face away, and Inias sighs, cuddling him close.
"It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. I’m right here."
"They were gonna use them! Lure Papa and Dad and Mom and - and you and -." At that point Inias can hardly understand him, the little boy has broken into sobs that he fears he cannot console.
"We’ll find them," he promises, standing. He closes his eyes and concentrates on the four threads of fine Grace that tie him to each of his mates, and shoves at them so strongly they almost snap. He can feel Dean’s surprise and Michael’s outrage and Castiel’s concern almost immediately, Samandriel’s panic following right after.
The children are missing. Come quickly.
Within moments all of them have arrived, Samandriel letting out a soft cry and holding his son close to his chest until the boy’s sobs finally calm down.
"They’re expecting us to come after them," Inias says, his hand curling into a fist, looking down into the vast stretch of No Man’s Land separating Earth and Sky and Below. "It’s going to be a trap."
Dean and Michael’s rage is almost a physical thing, Castiel’s battle-calm and determination like the heat after the shock wave of a bomb.
Dean nods, summoning his blade to hand. “You and Samandriel stay here,” he orders, and Inias raises his head, looking at him in shock.
"They have my son down there,” he hisses. “I’m not staying behind.”
"You’re not capable of remaining calm in this situation, Inias." Michael’s voice is gentle but firm, his hand feels like the weight of the world on Inias’ shoulder. "Dean, Castiel and I will go in alone. If they strike at us again, we will need more than just Samandriel and his son here."
Inias shakes his head. They can’t be forcing him to wait and watch while his son might be in danger. They can’t. The injustice of it burns him. “And you are?” he challenges, remembers the fight that had almost ripped them all apart after Dean and Castiel had been at each other’s throats for days - remembers Castiel getting himself hurt because he’d tried to protect Inias and Samandriel, remembers Michael’s wounds and the smell of his blood because he’d tried to get to Dean and been surrounded by demons from all sides and -. “They’re going to be expecting us - all of us, and they’ll have enough for all of us, let alone just three!”
"Inias." Castiel’s voice cuts through his panic, his anger, blue eyes sad. He nods once, a silent understanding of Inias’ helplessness and pain, but unwilling to protest further. "We’re wasting time," he says instead, turning away and snapping his wings out in readiness to take flight. Dean nods, stepping up to his side, leaving Michael and Inias alone.
"This is a mistake," Inias whispers fiercely, his throat tightening as Michael steps into his space and presses a kiss to his forehead. "If anything happens to them -."
"Nothing will," the Archangel replies, so convinced of that fact that the Seraph wants to punch him, because how can he possibly know? “I will send word as soon as it is over.”
Then, the three of them are gone, leaving Inias to watch after them and Samandriel kneeling with his sobbing son. Inias grits his teeth, slams the side of his fist against the fractures walls of their home.
He turns back, looking over his shoulder, and sighs, wings drooping in resignation. Samandriel’s eyes meet his and he nods, biting his lower lip. “I’ll be okay here,” he says softly, understanding, and Inias forces a small smile as he summons his blade into his white-knuckled fist.
He takes wing, and flies along silently behind.
