#fledgling sam

[spn-bythegraceofgod]

Story: Teach Your Children by TheRiverScribe Series: By the Grace of God(Part Ten)

Fandom:  Supernatural Rating:  Teen Characters: Sam, Dean, Mary, Castiel, Gabriel, Raphael, Morpheus Ships: Destiel is unfurling her sails (slowest. burn. ever.) Word Count:  123,841 Status:  UNFINISHED, 14/? chapters

Summary:   The time has come for Sam to learn how to control his grace.   But he’s already gone through training as a child once, and he hated it. Now, Sam will test his own limits–and the limits of everyone around him. Warnings: Discussions of past child abuse

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Series Summary: These stories chronicle a post-season 11 AU where Chuck intervenes after the gun goes off to offer Sam a gift too. A chance for healing beyond the physical. Healing for a soul shredded and burned. Using a piece of His own grace, God reforms Sam Winchester’s soul and body in order for Sam to properly process the traumas of the cage and beyond. Now, everyone must figure out their new roles and relationships. But the story of healing is beyond the ragtag family of misfits on Earth. The Host are reminded what it means to be angels. Heaven isn’t just a system of caring for souls–it is a family. And both have been broken for a long time.   Throughout the By the Grace of God series, many unresolved issues from the show are discussed in ways that usually end in a healthier understanding and outcome.

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[theriverscribe]

Sam- how would you feel about a prank war between everybody within the bunker?

 “Oh, God!!”

Sam clamps a hand over his mouth, realizing how loud he’d been.  His eyes dart toward the door, half expecting to see a cluster of bodies listening in.  The hallway appears empty–he doesn’t trust it.

“You can’t use those words around here,” he continues in an angry whisper.  “That kind of war will only lead to tears and destruction.  And that’s only if Dean’s involved!  You know he put Nair in my shampoo once, right?  That shit didn’t just make my hair dissolve–it burned my scalp!  And you can’t use burn cream and a hat at the same time.”

He runs a hand through his curls, as though to reassure himself that it’s all still there.

“Dean and I get out of control with pranks way too easily.  Now, you want to add Gabriel?  Gabriel, who lived as a Trickster god for centuries?!  Are you trying to kill me?”

“Who’s trying to kill you, Sammoose?” Gabriel asks, flying in behind the boy.

Sam twirls around, hand still in his hair, and barely contains a scream.  “No one!  Go away!!”

Gabriel stares at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion.  “Uh huh, wanna try that again?”

“No one!  Go away!!” Sam repeats in Enochian.

Gabriel laughs.  “Nice try, you little shit.  Extra points for effort and sass, though.  I’d credit to my own influence, but I’ve known you too long.  Now,” he puts on a serious face, “why are you freaking out in the kitchen and who do you think is trying to kill you?”

“Just…the usual, you know.  Demons, werepires…”

“Werepires?  What the hell’s a werepire?” Gabriel interrupts.

Sam continues like he doesn’t hear him, suddenly speaking too rapid and low for normal ears to follow, “You-and-Dean-in-a-prank-war…”

“Oh, Sammy.”  Gabriel’s eyes light up gold as a mischievous grin slowly curls his lips.  “Never fear, my young apprentice.  If a prank war were to break out, I’d definitely claim you for my team–and I always win.”

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[spn-bythegraceofgod]

Ok so this isn't a ask a character ? But is Sam ever going to go back to his human size? (Moose size)

I have been considering a LOT of different routes to take with the later parts in the series. Here’s just a few possibilities:

1.  Sam undergoes some magic-event that ages him back to an adult (meh)

2.  Series ends with Sam still a fledgling, and I go on to write a totally knew epic series (epic in the traditional sense of being a long story detailing the adventures of a legendary figure, aka the Winchesters…not “epic=awesome” lol)

3.  When the series “ends” (aka when I’ve achieved the endgame I want for this universe), start a new story featuring Adult Angel!Sam set far in the future.  This could end up as either:

a crossover with scifi/fantasy set in space or

an AU!verse where Sam finds himself in stuck in another timeline around the time season one starts and has to redo everything (but with knowledge of events and archangel powers to boot…could end up Sabriel?).  I’ve been leaning toward this one in my head bc I’ve been wanting to do a rewrite of the series, and I’d love to do it with my Angel!Sam and develop him further as a confident adult.

Honestly, anything could happen at this point!!  I’m not set on anything after the “endgame” is reached…and that won’t be for a LONG while.  There’s still a lot I want to explore and do in this ‘verse, both as side stories and in the main story line. 

What say you, readers?  What are things you’d like to see, or ideas you have spinning through your heads when you read this series? Share with me!!

[theriverscribe]

Sam and Morpheus from my series, “By the Grace of God.” Colored Pencil (which I still try to use like paint)

I’ve had some mental exhaustion with writing recently, so I’ve been trying to art instead.  He has a halo in the larger version, but I didn’t like how it came out, so I cropped it.  The wings aren’t how I picture them, but art is hard...especially when you can’t add digital effects like “white glowing grace” overtop.  Also, how do I hair?  What is hair even?  Why didn’t I just stick a hat on his head??

[theriverscribe]

Look, I finally have a question! Hey Sam! So I wonder, don't you ever feel like playing like a normal kid now that you're small again? You know, like hide and seek or just driving the angels crazier than usual? I bet they would love to hear you laughing at their expenses... <3

“Not really,” Sam answers, looking completely befuddled by the idea.

“Oh, come on, Sammy,” Dean teases, ruffling his little brother’s hair, “you know you wanna go play in the park with all the other toddlers.”

“I swear to Chuck–If you people don’t quit touching my hair, I will smite you all.”  Sam sends the fiercest bitchface he can muster with his literal “baby-angel” face.

Dean snorts.  “I hadn’t realized they taught smiting in angel kindergarten.”  The hunter grunts when Sam’s foot connects with his kneecap.  “Yeah, yeah–you’re a badass.”

“And you’re an asshole.”

Gabriel appears in the room, hands already on his hips.  “Do I have to separate you two?  Or should I just call your mom in here?”

Dean aims a pillow at the archangel’s face, and hits his target dead-center.  “Whatever, short-stuff.  We know better–she scares you more than us.”

Gabriel drops his hands and flops dramatically on the couch next to Sam.  “Low blow, Deano.  You know we never had moms in Heaven.  How was I supposed to know they could be so intimidating?”  He looks between the brothers.  “So, what are we talking about?”

Sam pouts and slides further down in his seat.

Dean grins.  “How much Sam wants to play now that he’s a kid again.”

“What, like coloring?  Legos?” Gabriel gets a mischievous glint in his eye and leans over to whisper to Sam.  “Or hide-and-seek while having the ability to turn invisible?”

Sam perks up.  “Invisible?”

“Yup!”

“Hey!” Dean stalks toward them, frowning.  “I ain’t playing any games with you bitches if you can’t play fair!”

“Well, what if we played in teams?” Gabriel offers, winking at Sam.  “I’d say there’s a certain seraph who might be willing to hide you away in a closet somewhere…”

Sam tries not to giggle.  He really does.

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[theriverscribe]

Gabriel.. May I give you a hug? (I know I'm just a mortal, but I think you need one...) Anyway, what I was supposed to ask was: If someone were to instigate a Prank War within the Flock.. How do you see it playing out? Who would you most likely team up with?

“Are you kidding?  I freaking love hugs!  And ‘just a mortal,’ my ass!  Mortals have done way more for this world than any other deities or immortal creatures out there.  Believe me–I’d know.

“Now, concerning this Prank War,” his face splits in a sly grin, “I just so happen to have multiple plans of attack I’m currently forming.”

The archangel snaps his fingers and a large paper flip-board appears on an easel next to him.  It is filled with charts, diagrams, and tiny cut-outs of all the bunker inhabitants’ faces.  There also seems to be smears of chocolate and a dusting of sugar coating most of the pages.

“As far as instigating goes, that’s all me.  I’ll be damned if I let one of the Winchester brats, or Dad-forbid Cassie, get the jump on me.  Besides, I doubt any of them would be willing to start anything, because, duh, TRICKSTER! 

“Teams would depend on who all decides to join.  It could go angels vs humans–in which case, I would lay claim to Sam and Morpheus.  If it breaks down into multiple teams, I’m thinking it would be Team ME vs Team Lovebirds vs Team WolfChild.  Or it might just end up a free-for-all.  Who knows with this crowd!”

“What are you doing, brother?” Castiel asks from the kitchen doorway, a bizarre expression on his face.

“Cassie!!  No peeking, you cheat!” Gabriel yells.  He snaps again and the charts disappear.

“But…what did you do?” Castiel asks in astonishment, his eyes tracing the outline of Gabriel’s form.

“What are you talking about, bro?  I haven’t done any–” 

A flash of brilliant colors catches Gabriel’s eye.  It’s his wings.  His wings that are no longer gold, but every color in the rainbow.  His wings that Raphael had just finished grooming an hour earlier. 

“Oh,” he says breathlessly.  “I’m gonna kill him.  Forget teams.  Come on, Cas–we’ve got an archangel to bedazzle in glitter.”

[theriverscribe]

Castiel... You must've noticed that the Winchesters love you; that you ARE a part of their family.. I just wanted to ask: How are you holding up with everything?

“How am I holding what up, exactly?” Castiel asks, his eyes narrowing in confusion.  “And what does my ‘holding up’ have to do with being loved?  I do not underst–oh.”  A blush creeps across his face as he remembers the meaning of the phrase.  “You are asking about my emotional well-being.  I am doing fine, thank you.”

Raphael groans from the next room.  You have been around the Winchesters for too long, little brother.  I am ready to purge the word ‘fine’ from their vocabulary!

Castiel scowls, knowing the archangel cannot see him.  There is nothing wrong with the word ‘fine.’  Many humans use it to convey their mental state.  And the question was not directed at you, so I do not see why you feel the need to interfere with my answer.

I would not need to interfere if you spoke with more honesty and clarity.  And mind yourself, Castiel–I can feel your scowl from here.  You are being a bad example for Samuel, Raphael says with mock-sternness.

Castiel’s eyes widen in surprise, all traces of his frown disappearing.  How do you–  He turns and sees Sam peeking in through the doorway, a sly grin lighting up his face.  “Traitor,” Castiel whispers.

“Keep practicing, Cas,” Sam calls over his shoulder as he runs away, “and maybe one day your bitchface will be as good as mine!”

Castiel smiles, hearing the sound of wind-chimes echo in the boy’s wake.  A fledgling’s laugh is as magical as music, and twice as powerful.  The seraph wishes he heard it more often.

“I have spent my life feeling out of place, even among the garrisons,” he says quietly.  “I never expected to find my purpose when I flew into Hell.  But dragging Dean Winchester’s soul back to Earth set me on a path that has led to this very moment. 

“I made many mistakes along the way, but I now know who I am, and where I belong.  I feel more like an angel than ever before, here with the Winchesters and Gabriel.  You are correct–I am loved, just as I love them.

“I never knew a mother’s love before Mary.  I never knew the love of a flock before Gabriel.  I never knew love could inspire so fierce a desire to protect and cherish another living being before Sam.  And I never knew–” Castiel takes a shuddering breath as his blush returns with a vengence, “I never knew that I could be loved before Dean.

“So, yes,” he says, his voice growing louder so listening ears could hear, “I am fine!”

[theriverscribe]

Gabriel -- Slowly but surely, your family is coming back to you. At the center of all of that is one well-meaning hunter turned fledgling. Your history together has been tumultuous. What are you thinking and feeling as you guard Sam's dreams?

“Oh, sure,” Gabriel says a hushed voice, “give me an ‘easy’ question, why don’t you.”

He peers through the doorway at the pile of sleeping figures on the bed.  Sam is sprawled in the center, with his brother snoring on one side and Castiel reading a book on the other.  Morpheus is tucked against the back of the boy’s knees.  Mary is asleep on the other bed next to them.  The archangel gives a nod to his brother, and quietly walks down the hall toward the kitchen.

“Sometimes, I can’t believe this is my life now,” he admits as he goes about making himself a hot chocolate.  “Emphasis on the ‘life now’ part–I really didn’t see that coming.  I knew it was over when I walked into that hotel to confront Lucifer.  I wasn’t there to fight him–just buy time to get the Winchesters and Kali out.  And I knew Luci was gonna kill me.  I’d hoped he wouldn’t, but I knew he would.

“I wish I’d had time to explain.”  He stares down into his drink as he slowly stirs the dark chocolate.  “They thought I was there to fight.  But besides the fact that I could never kill one of my siblings, they have no idea what it means for two archangels to fight–really fight.  The destruction it would have done to this world, the lives lost, would have been unimaginable.”

Heaving a sigh, he piles whipped cream over top the cocoa and takes a sip.  It leaves white foam covering his nose and he wipes it on his sleeve.

“I wish I’d better explained a lot of things actually.  I mean, my performance in Casa Erotica was pretty legendary if I do say so myself, but I never intended for Sam to say ‘yes’ and jump.  I guess I don’t know what I intended in the end.  I just knew it was the only alternative to allowing my brothers their showdown.

“But I think of my encounters with the Winchester boys before then, and I see where I went wrong.  I knew who they were the very first time I saw them at that university.  It was just harmless fun back then–as a trickster, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mess with them a bit.

“It all went wrong at the Mystery Spot, though.  I didn’t understand Sam then, or the brothers’ relationship.  I thought if I could teach him to accept Dean death then maybe he wouldn’t be so vulnerable to manipulation.  Oh boy, did I get that one wrong!” 

He gives a low whistle and shakes his head.

“Now that I know these boys, know who they are and how they work, I can see why all my plans failed.  I wish I could go back and do things differently, but,” he shrugs, “who’s to say it would have even changed anything?  We have to move forward from here.”

The archangel smiles, reaching out with his grace to check on his little family.  Castiel reaches back to reassure all is well, and Gabriel feels a tiny tendril of Sam’s grace wrap around them in his sleep.

“To answer your question, this is what I think about at night–the mistakes I’ve made in the past, and how I’ve been given a second chance.  I can’t change what I’ve done, but I can sure as hell learn from it,  Sam deserves a future full of happiness and love and joy, and my Father has tasked me with the job of making sure he gets it.  I won’t fail again.”