5 Angels, growing up together, going through everything together, friendship, love, hate and family. Things have changed centuries ahead, but is the same bond they all have, still there? Were they able to change the path that was destined for them?
Chapter 1: The Troublesome Start of the Winged 5
Chapter 2: Troublesome Worries
Chapter 3: Settling into High School
Chapter 4: Name Titles and Returning Fights
Chapter 5: A Few Eons in...
Chapter 6: A Step Forward
Tag List for this Series: @evyiione @molethemollie @archer-whovian-violinist @supernatural2202
Summary: Facing the challenge of getting a father and a son to talk to each other seems to be a bit of struggle, but at least feelings get out and about, right?
A/N: Italics – flashback/memory
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“Lucifer! What happened!?” I yelled over the crowd of angels, as I tried to push my way to the front, only to be stopped by the guards that held the crowds back. “Let me through! Lucifer!” I screamed as they pushed him through the doors. As soon as he was out of sight, angels were ordered to go back to their business, but I couldn’t leave without knowing. Lucifer was my friend.
“Why can’t I see him?” I questioned the guard.
“Because Lucifer has been sent to be exiled. Orders contain no visitors are allowed other than those who are authorised.” He stated, not even looking at me.
“Who’s orders?” I probed for more information.
“God’s.”
I wandered the bunker’s halls aimlessly, memories taking the chance to fill the emptiness in my head. Memories of the day I lost everyone. And only now, was the opportunity of getting back everyone I had ever loved, a possibility. A long shot, but I knew of hope. My brothers and sisters might not know any emotion, but it is one thing I did know of, and have known since my days of being a fledgling. It’s how I got into most of my troubles.
Coming out of one memory, I noticed I had made my way to the kitchen, leaning against the entry way I noticed I could hear the faint music that Lucifer was blasting. God was making pancakes, whilst the Winchesters sat at the table behind him. Earlier hadn’t gone too well between Lucifer and him, hence the current result.
“Talk to him.” Sam urged, trying to get the two celestial beings to sort things out.
“Won’t do any good.”
“Why not?” Sam questioned further.
“Because I can’t give him what he wants.” God admitted.
“And what’s that?” Dean questioned
“What everyone wants. My sister, my children, you humans – an apology. A big, wet “I’m sorry”.” God answered.
“Well, so give it to him. It’s not like he’s asking for a weapon, or for Hell, or for Heaven. He’s asking for words.” Dean stated as if it was the most obvious and simple thing.
“He can’t say he’s sorry if he isn’t.” I joined in on their conversation, causing God to sigh as he turned around, whilst Sam and Dean glanced back at me. I walked forward to stand in between the two brothers but behind as God placed a plate of pancakes in front of them both.
“What he wants an apology for, I did it for humanity. For the world.” God stated
“So you say.” I muttered, but he chose to ignore me. However, I didn’t miss the quick glance I got from Dean.
“Look Lucifer wants what everybody wants: Amara gone. Okay? Let’s just give him a little time to cool off.” God finished off by taking a drink from his mug that had ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ to which I scowled at.
“Okay, well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but a little time is not something that we have. The end is frickin’ nigh.” Dean exclaimed, which caused God to nod his head in thought, but then looked up to me and asked.
“Want some pancakes?” causing me to scrunch my face further.
“Are they coming with a side of angel poison?” I mocked.
“I’m trying Y/N.” God sighed as gave me defeated look, too which I scoffed and shook my head.
“I’ll go talk to Lucifer. But I’m not doing it for you.” I pointed at him to emphasize my point, before leaving the kitchen. As I turned the corner I could hear Dean speak.
“She seems to have a bone or two to pick with you as well.”
“She’s always had something to say, that’s for sure. Lucifer will listen to her.” God murmured back.
As I made my way down the halls, the music grew louder and louder until I found the door it came from. The door was locked shut with an archangel’s grace, not even I could overpower it. I hesitated, just looking at the door, then collecting myself, I knocked on the door softly with three chaps and then placed my palm against the door, whilst resting my head against it.
“Lucifer?” I asked timidly through the door. “Let me in.” The music was turned down a bit, still loud but not vibrating the door as it previously was.
“Why should I?” I could hear the venom dripping from his words.
“It’s just me Luce.” I whispered, knowing he would hear. “Only me.” I said even quieter, but earned the soft click of the door unlocking. Hesitantly I pushed the door open and slipped in and shut the door fully behind me, as I noticed I was being watched from the end of the corridor. As soon as the door shut I felt the door lock in place by the overpowering grace. I turned round and saw Lucifer sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. His trench coat discarded behind him.
I took in every feature of him, and simply to put it, the vessel did not suit him. The scowl upon his face looked out of place on this vessel.
“Is there a reason you’re here?” He asked impatiently.
“Do I need a reason to be here?” I questioned back. He stood up, taking steps closer to me.
“It’s not like you kept in touch.” He spat at me.
“It’s not like I had a choice.” I murmured, embarrassed of my lack of confidence around the angel. He continued to study me, taking in everything.
“Your vessel suits you. Looks just like the troublemaker I once knew.” He picked up the conversation, trying to gage a reaction from me. I gave a slow nod in recognition of the compliment.
“Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for you. It’s weird seeing you wear my brother…” I managed to gain eye contact. “Is… Is he still in there?” I asked worried about how two celestials could share a vessel. I didn’t think it was possible.
“He sits and watches television in the kitchen bunker. The only place for good reception apparently.” He answers. I simply nod, looking back down to the ground. To which he tentatively raises a hand to my chin and gently lifting my gaze to meet his.
“Why didn’t you just hold your tongue? None of this would have happened if you had just waited for me.” I whimpered.
“To then only have you in my position? To have things a whole lot worse than they are? To maybe even, have you dead, out of reach forever?” A hint of small emotion in his words. “I’d do everything the same, if I had to.” He finished, slowly removing his hand from my chin to tuck a stray hair behind my ear and then pressed his forehead against mine, closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. “I’d do it for you.” He whispered so quietly I nearly missed it.
“Why?” I questioned him, but he only stepped away and faced the back wall, returning to his stiff manner. His walls went up as quick as his demeanour had changed.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does Lucifer.” I proceed to move closer and place a hand on his arm as I move myself to be in front of him. His eyes watching my movements. “Everything matters. Tell me.” I probed. His eyes flickered between mine for a small time before, he let out a breath and closed his eyes once again.
“Because, you’re my only friend.” He opened his eyes, showing that he felt exposed as he looked at me. A familiar warmth spread through me as he said them very familiar words, I pulled him into a hug, my arms wrapping around his neck.
“And you are mine.” I replied whispering into his ear. Cautiously he wrapped his arms around my waste and returned the hug. “How much would you do for me?” I asked after a bit, but still hugging him. He pulled back to look me in the eye.
“Anything.” He said absolute, but then furrowed his brows as he asked me why.
“Talk to him.”
“Talk to who?” irritation flooded his eyes as he asked me, I tilted my head. He already knew who I meant. His arms suddenly left me as he took a step back and growled a no.
“Lucifer. Just talk to him. Tell him how you feel. Now is your chance to get through to him.” I push.
“And you think he’ll actually listen!?” He yelled.
“Make him listen!” I yelled back. He glared at me, looking confused and betrayed.
“He’s got into your head somehow. He’s converted you to his side.” He seethed.
“I’m asking you to talk to him, for your own benefit! Never think, that I would change to his side. After everything that has happened!” I fumed. How dare he think I was trying to manipulate him for his Father’s benefit?
“Oh, now you bring up everything that’s happened?” He mocked me. “Fine. Let’s talk about everything that’s happened. You seriously think I don’t know what you’ve been up to all these eons?” he taunted. “You think I don’t know you’ve always been in contact with Daddy!?” He took threatening steps towards me, but I stood my ground.
“Oh I suppose you think I planned all of this alongside him. Huh? That I planned for you to kill Gabriel! That I planned your fall back into the cage!?” I shouted. “I even planned you getting taken by Amara and her putting your work to shame.” I shouted in his face, causing him to grab me by throat and pin me against the wall, inches away from the floor.
“You whore!” he hissed. “I bet you even let him fuck you. Didn’t you!? ADMIT IT!!!” He screamed in my face. With all the energy I could, I swung my leg and hit him where it hurt him the most, causing him to stumble backwards and drop me in the process. I forced myself up, catching my breath. Looking at him I seethed.
“I’m not asking you to talk to him, because he asked me to.” I glared. “I’m asking you to fix your relationship with him for your own benefit. Because you need him, more than you care to admit, but it’s obvious to everyone.” Hesitating for a mere second I took slow steps towards him and crouched to his level on the floor. “In fact. If there wasn’t bigger things at stake, I wouldn’t even be asking this of you, because of everything he let happen to you, but unfortunately the Darkness is a threat to us all. And the only way we have any chance of defeating her, is if you and Dad, sort your mess out. Otherwise we might as well just let her know where we are right now.”
Lucifer sat there, breathing heavily, staring at me with seriousness, over the passing time he realised. What was said earlier, was out of anger and we both knew that, but he knew I was right about him talking with God. Eventually, he agreed to talk with him, but made it clear he wasn’t happy about it as he followed me through the halls to the telescope room. As we entered God sat in one of the two chairs as the Winchester’s leaned against the wall in conversation, however that had stopped as we entered.
The Winchesters looked at me in concern, but I ignored them as I glanced over my shoulder to Lucifer with a scowl, to which he approached the other chair begrudgingly and took a seat, sending glares to God as he done so. Nothing was said as they stared at each other. I could see the Winchester’s felt awkward, and with an aggravated sigh I approached the space between them, looking at both of them as they continued to stare towards each other.
“One of you is going to have to speak first.” I growled lowly, fed up with it all.
“Chuck, you did say you’d talk.” Dean stuttered, trying to help move things along, but still nothing was said.
“Him first.” Lucifer rested his leg on his other, placing his hands in the middle of his lap. “I’m the one who’s owed an explanation.” He continued, but only received a sigh from God as if he expected Lucifer to say that.
“Okay, let’ try ‘I feel’ statements.” Dean suggested, both me and Sam gave Dean a questioning look to which he replied “Doctor Phil” furthermore I raised an eyebrow. He didn’t seem to be the type of person to watch something like that, more action and gore maybe. The brothers then moved over to the steps that led to the telescope, taking a seat as they gestured for the two to make a start on their… statements.
“I am… sorry? That you feel that I betrayed you.” God started but gave a quick sceptical look to the brothers before continuing. “That I acted without cause.” Lucifer started to shake his head, as I furrowed in anger and confusion of where he was going with this. “I’m sorry that you can’t see you gave me no choice.” He finished and turned to the boys. “I’m good” he shrugged. I couldn’t help but look at God bewildered by what he had just said. He thought they were acceptable statements?
“You heard that, right?” Lucifer had asked the Winchester’s
“We all know that you are God, but could you maybe be a little less ‘Lordly’?” Sam asked lightly to God.
“But I am – I am the Lord.” God said as if everything was obvious.
“Wow.” I muttered, shaking my head at the same time Lucifer spoke “There he goes.” Rubbing his hands, eyes wide.
“I did what I had to do!” God exclaimed. “To create the world, I had to lock Amara away. And when the mark corrupted you, and I saw you posed a threat to humankind, I did the same with you.”
“No, you betrayed me. You gave me the Mark to lock her away, and when it changed me – when it did what the Mark inevitably does – you threw me away.” Lucifer stated.
“No, son. The Mark… You always cast a jaundiced glance at human. The Mark didn’t change you. It just made you more of what you already were.” God argued back.
“What I was, was your son. Your child.” Lucifer leaned forward, the anger coming off him was growing more and more.
“Why should I put you first above all others?” God demanded, his own anger fighting against Lucifer’s. My eyes grew wide with fear, but Lucifer leaned back and turned to face the Winchester’s.
“You have any idea what it’s like to argue with your father when your father is God?” he chuckled. Sam held the look of a kicked puppy whilst Dean still seemed serious, but both of them seemed to understand where Lucifer was coming from. “Everything is a tautology with you. Everything is, ‘because I told you so.’ Everything’s ‘It had to be done.’” Lucifer finished looking back at God.
“Pretty sure that’s all fathers.” Dean put in. I looked to him with a glare.
“Okay, fine” Lucifer moved in his seat. “Big picture, as God. You did what you had to do. But little picture? You sucked at being a dad.”
“Okay, maybe I didn’t handle everything perfectly. But tell me: could I have kept humankind safe with you on the board?” Lucifer glared back at our father, hurt and anger never was a good mix, especially for Lucifer. “I know about your little bid to replace me with the angels. Okay, ‘New God,’ what would you have done about you?” He finished. Anger grew through me at the last statement.
“That is not the point.” I hissed glaring at him, only to receive the exact same expression of anger and disappointment he wore with Lucifer.
“I can’t believe I’m actually about to say this, but… Lucifer is right.” Same piped up, all attention was focused on him as he continued. “All he wants is an apology, and you’re too concerned about being right to give him. But apologies aren’t always about being right. Sometimes they’re just about apologizing.”
“Yeah, and the great thing about apologies is you don’t even have mean ‘em. Y’know, I lie and tell Sam I’m sorry all the time.” Dean added, to which Sam glared at him.
“Not helping the situation.” I told him as he mutters a ‘sorry’.
“See? That’s. Heh.” Dean brightened, but shrunk as he got to the end.
“Right, that’s enough.” God waved his hand, and suddenly I was standing beside a chess table with Sam and Dean occupying the two chairs. Sam and Dean looked around confused and slightly disoriented.
“You’re clearly not very good with words are you, Dean?” I asked the Winchester, he looked at me with his confused expression, whilst Sam stood up to look over the banister.
Dean didn’t answer, just threw me a glare before he stood up to join his brother. Rolling my eyes I looked over the chess board, but glanced over to the Winchester’s when I heard Dean speak.
Summary: A couple of eons in, and you’re current orders are to watch Metatron. Whilst the Darkness causes chaos and ruin, you’ve to keep you’re sights trained on an ex-angel that gets you into some action. Finally…
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Eons Later…
The Winchesters sat in the bunker talking with Chuck, God himself, trying to make sense of everything. Finally, after the many years of watching the Winchester’s, God actually decided to make a move. Someone should’ve broke Amara out of her box a long time ago if you ask me, but that’s not my place to say. However, God could at least speed things up just a little bit and get on with the problem at hand, instead he decides on diddling about and I’m left sitting in a bar with Metatron.
He keeps going through the book God wrote earlier, drinking more and more. He’s overthinking everything, trying to figure it all out, but it just makes him more depressed and I can’t help but become slightly worried for him. It’s not long before the television in the bar grabs his attention and he’s away climbing the bar itself to get a better look. I just watch him, curious to his next move. He then sits on the bar, crossed legged and pulls out his phone. I can’t hear the conversation he has and curiosity always got the better of me, but I was unfortunate to reach him just as he ended the call.
“Come of the counter Metatron.” I say to him gently, to which he obliges and takes a seat at the counter. I watch him curiously and hesitate to take a seat by him. Nothing is said but him ordering two drinks and then passing me one.
“You shouldn’t let him get you down so much.”
“How long have you been by his side?” He questions me.
“I’ve been aware of his movements. I haven’t been by his side. I too, was left in heaven if you recall.”
“But you still knew where he was. If he kept in touch with you, surely he knew how much we needed him.”
“It’s God. I was given direct orders, I had to obey. If things were different, you know I would have said something, but… he’s God. Who does God listen to, apart from himself?” I finish the small drink in front of me and let the silence fall once again between us. It’s only a couple of hours later when Metatron speaks up.
“Uh, barkeep, dos margaritas! Top-shelf tequila please for my amigos. Their treat.”
I furrow my brows when I look up and find the bottle that sat in front of me was moved and a hand was gestured for me to move a seat. I look to see whose hand it was, to come face to Dean Winchester himself.
“All right. We’re here. Don’t try to pull any crap” I hear Sam from the other side of Metatron. Turning around to face him only to hiss.
“Metatron. What are you doing?”
“I’ve lost my grace. Look at me. I got nothing.” He replies, only causing me to fix him with a glare, as I now realised who he was on the phone to.
“Why did you call them here? Metatron.”
“I’ve noticed you’ve been in touch with Chuck. A.K.A you know who.”
“Yeah, yeah. Is this going anywhere? Yes, Chuck agreed to take on Amara.” Sam stated. I raised my eyes to Sam in shock.
“He said that? Used those words?” Metatron asked.
“Pretty much” Dean said, clearly fed up. Metatron looked up to Dean, then in an instant looked at me.
“Huh.” He faced down towards his drink, seeming emotionless.
“So what – he’s not confronting Amara?” Sam questioned.
“No…” I trailed off looking at Metatron trying to find more of an answer. I was being kept in the dark for most of this, which was suddenly strange. After years of keeping some sort of tabs on the Winchester’s, I had suddenly been tasked with other duties that kept me from knowing what they were up to.
“He’s gonna… meet with her. He’s just not gonna take her down. He’s gonna… sacrifice himself. Let her do whatever she wants with him.” Metatron finished. Sam smiled to himself.
“Do really expect us to buy this?” Sam said with confidence, looking between both me and Metatron. He was so sure of himself. I couldn’t help the glare. Metatron chuckled as if he knew it would come to this.
“No. Of course not.” He looked to me, asking for the paper. After a short while I pulled it out from inside my leather jacket and tossed it onto the bar. Both Sam and Dean looked at it confused “Ignore the typos, but read it. It’s in his own words. It’s not an autobiography. It’s a suicide note.” Metatron carried on. Sam now didn’t seem so sure and hesitated to look at what was written. Not too long after they had left. Probably to confront God, but how it would go down? We wouldn’t know until later.
I was lost in thought when Metatron suddenly got up and left the bar. Confused, it took me a while to realise that he had actually left the bar. Immediately I flew to his side. I couldn’t let him out of my sight. Orders. However, I wouldn’t complain, it had felt like I had been in nothing but bars for years. Silence was now a normality when around Metatron, but curiosity was always a bad habit of mine.
“What are you doing now?” I asked him. He didn’t reply, too focused on his phone. Rolling my eyes, I accepted the fact I would find out later, or now. I noticed we had walked in a circle, and it seemed he was continuing to do so.
“Metatron. What are you doing?” I said more firmly, but only lead to him stopping and looking at what looked like a door to sewers. Scrunching up my face I continued. “We are not. Going into the sewers. What could possibly be in there of importance!?” Then suddenly the door opened and Sam came out. He stood there looking at us, an unamused expression and beckoned us over. Metatron didn’t need to be told twice. “Metatron!” I yelled, as he ran in after Sam, shutting the door behind him. Throwing my hands up in the air and looking around the place seeing no one was around, I flew into the place standing not so far away from Metatron.
“Oh. Donatello! Pleasure to meet you. Metatron, Scribe of God.” Metatron introduced himself to the prophet.
“I’m pretty sure it is now, was. You don’t have grace remember.” I glared at him. Ignoring me, he continued on.
“I was there when you were designed. I wrote your name on the inside of the angel’s eyelids.” He smiled.
“He’s freaking me out” the prophet said.
“Get used to it.” I muttered
“Okay.” Dean said, shutting everyone up. “You said you wanted to help. Besides world-class douchery, what do you have to offer?” Dean looks at Metatron, with a quick side glance to me.
“Oh, nothing.” Metatron states as he takes a seat, but before he can say anything else I cut in.
“We can leave now?” but he just sends a quick glare to me and continues.
“I just transcribed the angel tablet and know all the spells. And I know what makes Amara tick. And I had a relationship with the big guy for eons. Shall I keep going?” he leaned over and grabbed a bear that was on the table, but before he could drink it Sam lunged forward taking it back claiming it as his.
“As much as I hate to admit it… he kind of has a point.” Sam stated looking at his brother with question.
“Ugh, Metatron always has some sort of point when he mentions his relationship with God. Doesn’t mean it’s a good one.” I state, taking steps closer to Metatron I pull his chair back so it’s leaning on the two back legs. “We’re leaving. Now.” I hiss.
“They need all the help they can get. Even douche help. Besides this is where it gets interesting for you.” He says. I let go of the chair letting it go back to its upright position with a loud thud, not saying anything more.
“When did you jump on God wagon? You never used to give a damn.” Dean asks after a bit, taking his focus back onto Metatron.
“Well, I didn’t… at one time. Now he’s gone all kamikaze, leaving us with the Darkness, I…” He paused, giving a sigh “I was beside his side since the creation. He believed in me. If there’s something I can do to help save him and his creation, then… it seems like I should.” He finished.
“Help save God…” I mumbled with distaste and a roll of my eyes. Only to have Metatron look at me with what seemed as defeat. My jaw started to clench, I refused to say the words I knew I would say but after a while I gave in. “Fine.” I grit out. “What’s the plan then?”
“The plan is to rescue Lucifer from Amara. Then he teleports us out of Amara’s hideout and we convince Chuck to use him to fight her.” Dean answers, causing me to laugh and Metatron to Scoff.
“That’s your plan? Do you even know where Amara is?” Metatron asks
“Finding Amara is the easy part. Convincing Chuck? Convince Lucifer.” I chuckled.
“Convincing Lucifer won’t be that hard.” Metatron said looking up to me with a knowing look, to which a scowled at nearly baring my teeth.
“I think I might know where Amara is. I’ve been getting this vibe. Uh, it’s like a ping in my cerebral cortex.” The prophet spoke up, seeming nervous. Poor sod, having to solve an idiot’s mess.
“Oh, so either Amara or a stroke.” Metatron mocked, to which I kicked his chair. “And how are we supposed to keep Amara busy while we’re… liberating Lucifer?”
Dean looked off to the side in a thinking manner, but also bobbed his head as if contemplating something. I furrowed my brows watching him closely. It was soon decided that he would go out to the woods and try to call out to Amara, whilst the rest of us would get Lucifer out. Great. I offered to fly us all there, but they didn’t want to risk the timing of us getting there before Amara had actually left. So here we are in the Impala, going to Amara’s secret little place.
We had pulled into some sort of abandoned work site, stopping outside one particular building. As Metatron, Donatello and Sam got out, they looked up to the building in what I would say was for dramatic effect, but I could sense a nervousness of Sam. I suppose his history with Lucifer would do that to him, but I got out and headed in pushing Metatron along with me.
“The quicker we’re in, the quicker we leave. C’mon.” I stated not waiting on any of them.
However, when entering I didn’t expect to see him tied up and sagging. He was brutally beaten. The further into the building and out of the light, his vessel was clearer to see. But it wasn’t his vessel I saw. Castiel. But I couldn’t feel Castiel’ grace. Seeing his vessel in this state brought back memories of long ago. A familiar feeling resurfaced. Anger. But not because of what Amara had done. I slowed my pace as Metatron ran down to start unbinding him.
“Oh, goody. Search and rescue?” Lucifer asked as Metatron approached, he then noticed Donatello and started talking to him. I ignored what was being said, I was too busy taking in everything. How much he had changed. It all started to hurt. Everything. He wasn’t the archangel I once knew so well. I was only brought back to what was happening when I heard him start to yell.
“You see what she’s done to me? Do I look like a fan!?”
“She puts your work to shame.” I spoke up quietly, but loud enough to be heard, earning a soft glare from him. Metatron keeps chanting. Lucifer glances to him, with a roll of his eyes he looks back to the three of us below.
“Did you grab this from the steno pool?” he shoots out.
“You understand you’ll be working with your father. Is that gonna be a problem?” Sam asks, with a groan Lucifer managed a reply.
“That’s family. This is bigger.”
“So you’ll table the old stuff?”
“What happens in Heaven stays in Heaven.” Lucifer says looking at me, causing me to blink a few times and look over to Metatron.
“Metatron, are we anywhere closer?” I ask.
“I’m – I’m – I’m narrowing it down.” He replies, continuing on with the chanting causing me to roll my eyes. He’s always so slow, but he keeps trying. Soon enough he hits the right one and Lucifer falls to the ground, the binds undoing themselves. I move closer as Sam asks Lucifer to zap us out of here.
“No can do.” He breathes out. Sam beginning to panic asks what he means, but then looks to me as if I can do it instead.
“There’s something… Something’s stopping me. We’re carrying him out, c’mon.” I stated. Just as Donatello spoke up.
“Guys, I’m – I’m feeling her! She’s coming!” Sam helps to throw Lucifer’s other arm over his shoulder as I take his right one.
“Alright, Metatron, come on.” Only now did I notice him hanging back.
“It’s okay Sam. You go.”
“What!?” I yell back. “C’mon Metatron, we don’t have time for this, move!”
“I’m serious. I got this.” He says determined. I move Lucifer’s arm off my shoulder and tell Sam to just go.
“Metatron. What are you doing? This is Amara. She’s too strong for Angels like us!” I hiss at him ready to grab him by his collar, but I see him painting a spell in his own blood, hearing the tyres screech away. “Metatron!” I grab him by his jacket. “She will kill the both of us if we don’t leave now!” I snarl.
“The secretary.” I hear Amara address Metatron. We were too late. I turn to face her, my eyes wide. I knew her power. She looks towards me, about to say something but Metatron slips out of my hold and activates the spell. A white blinding light hitting Amara, however, not lasting long. An unamused expression sat on her face.
“Idiot.” I mutter.
“You were kidding with that, weren’t you?” She asks, Metatron shakes his head.
“You. Fucking. Idiot.” I spit, glaring at him.
“He meant well. Spare the universe.” He said in a last plea, still completely ignoring me. Amara’s expression only grew angrier.
“Spare this.” She rose her arm towards Metatron. Knowing that only bad could come from her action I jumped off the podium away from Metatron. A black smoke swirled around him, crushing him, and soon devouring him. I watched in fear as Amara’s anger grew stronger. As soon as there was nothing left of Metatron she let her arm drop to her side and turned her glare towards me. I stood there, saying nothing. My chances of ending up like Metatron were very high, I had to be careful if there was any chance of getting out.
She took slow steady steps towards me, watching me closely, until she was right in front of me. But she wasn’t there long, before I knew it I was thrown back into the bunker’s kitchen. Where was Amara then? Before I could even think of leaving, God himself waked into the kitchen.
“Watch Metatron. Those were your orders.” He said. Not looking too pleased.
“And I followed those orders. I watched him. I followed him. Never once was he out of my sight.”
“But he is now.” God raised an eyebrow at me.
“He sacrificed himself, because of you! He tried to help!” I shot back. For a moment silence fell, and I thought maybe he was actually starting to listen, but instead he clicked his tongue and waved his hand as he went to pick up the case of beer.
“Well it’s done now. I suppose he won’t get in the way, definitely now.” And with that he left the room. Immediately I tore after him.
“That’s all you have to say!” I yelled after him. “He’s been lost for so long without you answering his prayers. Any of our prayers, and he still sacrificed himself. FOR YOU!” Anger coursed through me. We had entered the map-table room where Sam and Donatello stood at the other side of the room, with Lucifer leaning against the doorway. God sighed, and took a beer from the case.
“Occasionally, I do answer a prayer.” And opened the bottle. Lucifer moved from the doorway to a pillar, closer to us. He sighed and continued. “You’ve changed.” He said to Lucifer.
“You’ve changed.” Lucifer replied back.
“Well, still… I’m really pretty much the same.” God said, causing me scoff.
“Yeah. Still a big bag of dicks.” I said venom leaking into my words. God sighed, glancing at me, but then turned back to Lucifer and made a hand gesture of flicking a switch and healed Lucifer. Lucifer still didn’t look happy, a scowl still on his face as he stood taller. Just then Dean came in through the Bunker door and started his way down the stairs. As he reached the bottom, he looked between Lucifer and God, and could sense the tension.
“Right. Donatello. Let’s get you back, yeah? Great.” And immediately, Dean, Sam and Donatello left the bunker. Silence still filling the air, tension thick. After a while Lucifer had turned and headed into the Library, and I let out a breath I didn’t know that I was holding. Shaking my head I took a seat at the war table and started to spin my angel blade, as God stood there not knowing what to do or say, but then took a step to the front of me and went to say something, but I interrupted him before he could.
“Don’t… Just… “I sighed and looked towards the Library for a moment, before looking back to God and pointing my blade between him and the Library. “Talk to him first.”
You were sitting under the stands, working on some mythological homework when you were joined by two angels.
“Ahh, look. Little innocent Y/N doing her homework, such a good little angel.” Gabriel teased, which only caused a scoff and a roll of your eyes.
“Oh shut it 6 wings. At least she’ll pass one of her classes, unlike you.” Balthazar scoffed.
“Only one?” Gabriel asked in a teasing manner. Whilst continuing on with your work you watched them both at the corner of your eye.
“The great and almighty Gabriel doesn’t know?” Balthazar teased, causing Gabriel to go into a more serious manner, different from his calm and fun one. “Oh he doesn’t! Well, little Y/N here, isn’t all that of a ‘goodie two shoes’.” He raised an eyebrow at you in a mocking manner. “No, in fact, you could maybe even say that, we have a little rebel in the mix.” Balthazar leaned against one of the metal posts with an amused expression, whilst Gabriel stood there with raised eyebrows.
“Y/N, no.” Gabriel whined. “You’re meant to be our good girl.” He stomped, drawing another eye roll from you.
“Oh come on, now. Gabriel. Our group here is more of the outcasts, rather than the bad boys and their good girl. Rebels even.” You indicated, Balthazar chuckled.
“Hmm, Y/N the rebel, Lucifer the bad boy, Castiel the nerd, Gabriel the prankster, and me, the hot, cool one.” Balthazar said, wearing a smug impression.
“You’re far from, the hot one. You’re more like the one with the long black coat. I think you’ll find that I am the hot one.” Gabriel chimed back
“Oh really, Mr Brown Leather Jacket.”
“Yes, Mr Long Black Coat”
“Well, only one way to sort this out.” Balthazar mused.
“Y/N, Who’s hotter?” They both asked at the same time. You looked at both of them, continuously eye jumping between them, studying them.
“I don’t think either of you want me to answer that…” You trailed off, trying to focus back on your work as two sets of eyes widened and a mischievous look overtook them both.
“Y/N…” they trailed off, before they could continue their thought, Castiel shouted his sister’s name. Turning around to face him, shocked overtook all facial expressions.
There was Castiel.
Face bloody and bruised, whilst limping towards his friends. Panic on his face. Immediately you dropped everything and ran towards him.
“Who did this to you!? What happened!? Are you ok!?” you started throwing out questions, eager to get to the bottom of this, whatever, whoever the cause, will pay for this. Anger overtook you more as you checked him for any more severe injuries. Castiel was quite shaken up and could only point behind him and wheezed out a name.
“L-Lu-Lucifer...” he wheezed, trying to control his breaths. However hearing the name, only sent confusion. Then came the feeling of betrayal, hurt, hatred, and anger… everything until you could only see red.
“Lucifer did this?” Castiel only shook his head.
“S-stop…L-Luc-Lucifer…” He again pointed behind him, in confusion you looked behind him, then back to him. Gabriel and Balthazar took Castiel’s weight onto their shoulders as you ran towards where your brother pointed. Soon seeing crowds of angels, you ran towards them, pushing yourself through them, reaching the middle.
There in the middle of the crowds. In the middle of the school halls. In the middle of everything.
Lucifer.
Locked in a fighting match against his older brother Michael.
Yours eyes widened, in shock and in fear. However you knew you could do nothing. All you could do was watch. They were Archangels. Even though Lucifer was your friend. In situations like these, his higher ranking meant power. You didn’t hold any power.
It was law. Never interfere with an Archangels business.
But you could pick a side.
The fight between the two older Archangels has been going strong for eons. It was only a matter of time before it became a full out blown war. Already many angels had picked their side, and it was never Lucifer. Michael was the eldest, and seen as the wisest. The Prince. The one we would all follow when the time came. Lucifer the second eldest, the stubborn one. The disgrace. The one we would forever be ashamed of. It was known that Michael had nearly all of heavens angels behind him.
It hurt, to not be able to do anything but there were certain boundaries you would push when it came to Lucifer, however this time. You don’t know what it was, but you knew you just had to wait. And that wasn’t long as Gabriel and Raphael had intervened, breaking up the fight the best they could. Well, Raphael didn’t really try but Gabriel did manage to pull Lucifer back. That’s when you saw your opportunity.
You stood in front of Lucifer, pulling his face down so you could examine the damage. A few blood patches but nothing more than usual archangel fight. You examined his eyes, silently asking him to tell you. The anger that was in his blue eyes had gone when they had caught your E/C eyes. He just stood there, taking all your features in, not saying anything. You glanced over your shoulder to the eldest Archangel, as soon as he caught your stare, he stiffened slightly. Michael had a good few more bruises. Before you could look back at Lucifer or say anything, the scenery around you changed.
You found yourself back under the stands with Lucifer, after getting your bearings you asked Lucifer the only question on your mind.
“You going to tell me what all that was about?” Lucifer let out a sigh, before reaching out for your hand.
“Y/N/N … you’re not allowed to get mad, alright.” He watched your face, seeing you furrow your eyebrows a little in curiosity and slight fear, with a slight hesitation he continued. “Michael he…I…ugh…” He let out another sigh, collecting his thoughts. “You’ve seen Cas. Michael done that, and I-I was late out and-and he’s your twin brother and I-I’m sorry.” He looked genuinely sorry as if it was his fault, which only confused you. “I got him out, and then Michael… I just got so angry and you can’t get in trouble with him. Not again.” His expression quickly changed to serious.
Michael. Michael was the reason Castiel is in a broken state. Michael is the reason and Lucifer fought your fight to save you trouble. Overwhelmed, outraged were only a few words to put how you were feeling at the moment and that was light terms.
You could only see red, and when you looked past Lucifer’s shoulder and saw your brother leaning on Gabriel and Balthazar, that made it worse. You marched around Lucifer making your way back to the corridors to go looking for a certain big-headed angel. But you didn’t get more than 3 feet when a pair of arms turned you around.
“You’re not allowed to get mad, remember” Lucifer said cautiously.
“Not allowed to get mad” you hissed, “He is my brother Lucifer, I will not let him get away with hurting my twin. He has no right!” you bellowed.
“And you know what will happen, if you even dare to think to go against him!” he shouted back. “Y/N, you helped me and got in trouble on my behalf, now I’m repaying the favour. Please, don’t let me lose you, you know I can’t” he whimpered slightly towards the end. Your eyes softened and you contemplated what he was offering, before sighing and giving up, nodding. He instantly relaxed and pulled you in for a quick hug.
“Well, this just proves me right.” You heard Balthazar, turning around in Lucifer’s arms you raised an eyebrow, signalling him to continue, giving him and Gabe a moment to set Cas down under the stands. “Lucifer the bad boy, just got into a fight” He says pointing to him, Lucifer scoffed before Balthazar turned to you “You being the rebel, bad boy just had to reign you in” He smirked, you felt Lucifer let out a little chuckle, whilst Gabe and Cas let out a small laugh, “Castiel the nerd, sorry Cassie but, you were just the target of the popular angel” He says sensitively “Gabriel the prankster, when have you not told pranked anyone and leaving me, the hot, cool one” He smirked.
“Hey, hey, hey, that’s not fair, Y/N didn’t decide” Gabriel teased with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Oh yeah…” Balth replied catching onto what Gabe was getting at.
“Didn’t decide what?” Cas and Lucifer asked confused at the same time.
“Y/N….” Balthazar and Gabe teased, “Who’s hotter?”. Letting out a groan, you answered.
“I told you I wasn’t answering that! And to be fair, Balthy you’re more of the skiver in the group.”
Balthazar shrugged accepting the answer, but Gabriel however wasn’t so willing to give up. “Ok we’ve all got our titles, but still, to kill all of our curiosity… who do you, think… is the hottest, out of our little group?” You looked at them all, Gabriel’s mischievous smirk as if he already knew, Balthazar curious, Castiel still confused and Lucifer smirking with a raised eyebrow, but you could see the curiosity in his eye, slight fear. You sighed
Hey guys! A lot of requests for more parts and others etc. So I thought I’d give you a current order of what to expect out next.
- Gabriel imagine (hopefully today)
- Archangels as Brothers #3 (posting soon)
- Raising a Kid
- Winged 5 #4
- Dean imagine
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Characters: Angel!Reader, Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Michael
Words: 1366
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The first day of High School, and it was chaotic. It was bound you and Cas were going to get split up at some point, you knew that. First class, Ancient History, you were both in that together, but you weren’t for the next class. Whilst you had World Literature, he had Psychology.
You were fine being apart from Castiel, but you were still worried how he was coping. As much freedom, you got from having a shadow – Castiel – you enjoyed it yes, but you still weren’t used to it, it was such a quick change. From constantly being around Castiel, to not having him by your side every second.
You felt exposed, lost. You are his protector as he is yours.
Soon it was Lunch, of course angels didn’t eat, but there was always an option of something, but it was mainly used for a break. You found an empty table, it was close to being the centre of the hall, but wasn’t in the centre. You waited patiently for your brother who said he would find you, in the hall.
Soon your dearest brother Castiel took a seat beside you, smiling widely at you, causing you to grin back.
“Hey! How’d you manage without me?” you asked, happy that your brother was smiling.
“Hey. It’s definitely not as bad as I thought it would be, haven’t had a repetition of when we first started school” he gave a slight chuckle, but his smile was big. You couldn’t help but be happy for him.
You glanced around, noticing that the angels were quickly forming their new groups. The Brainiac’s, unpopular group, popular group, the list goes on. You couldn’t help but wonder, was it just going to be you and Cas again, or would you both separate, or what? You let your thoughts run wild, Castiel noticed, watching you carefully but then his attention was soon on something happening behind you. You hadn’t noticed, but everyone was watching behind you.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around you and a head was placed on your shoulder. Pulling you from your thoughts abruptly, causing you to look at the angel.
Lucifer.
“Hey, Y/N” He grinned at you. You looked at him with wide innocent eyes, whispering “hi, Luci.”
“Hey Y/N, Cassie” Gabriel said cheerfully, taking a seat at the table “How’s your first day going?”
“Great” You and Cas answered at the same time, causing the both of you to grin. Soon he and Gabe were talking about their classes, whilst you were looking through one of your books. As you were just glancing over your notes, trying to hide the fact you were overthinking, you soon realised everyone was still staring and Lucifer still had his arms around you with his head on your shoulder, seemingly comfy as he too was looking over your handwriting, whilst clearly thinking over something. Before you could say anything, Balthazar had joined the table.
“Well Gabe, your brother has attachment issues and Cassie, your sister seems yet again, to have developed a mole, which looks a lot like the archangel Lucifer.” He smirked. Castiel and Gabriel laughing at his statement. “Lucifer, you should really start giving us some hugs too, I personally am starting to feel left out.” He playfully pouted, causing Lucifer to glare at him. Gabriel and Cas, laughing harder.
“I do not have attachment issues Balthazar. I am clearly capable of connecting to Y/N”
“Exactly” cried Balthazar “What about us, huh? I wouldn’t mind being a part of this ‘connection’ you two have going on” he smirked, causing Lucifer’s arms to tighten their hold slightly and a small snarl escape him.
The entire hall, was still watching.
Lucifer, could sense a bit of your discomfort, causing him to furrow his eyebrows and pull away slightly, then noticing, that the attention of all angels were on your table. Lucifer let out a sigh of irritation and looked over to Gabe, who took a moment before noticing the situation.
“Seems we are the entertainment” Balthazar muttered.
Before anyone could do anything, the one and only archangel Michael, had stood at the table, with a look of disappointment and disgust.
“Lucifer, Gabriel… Angels.”
“They have names” Lucifer hissed.
“I do not care for their names.”
“Well we do, they are our friends!” Lucifer glared, hatefully towards his brother, standing up.
“Lucifer” Gabe whispered, which Lucifer relaxed slightly, but the hatred still channelled off him, very clearly.
“You know what you are doing?!” Michael asked them smugly, but still with disgust and disappointment etched into his voice.
“Clearly” Lucifer hissed, through clenched teeth. Michael looked over the table once and scoffed before walking away over to the table with popular angels – suck ups basically.
Lucifer had sent a glare around the hall, and soon there was atmosphere returned into the hall. He retook his seat, but you could feel the tension coming off him in waves. You placed a hand on his arm, helping him relax a little.
“Want out?” you asked quietly, but he only shook his head and looked down to you with a slight smile. You studied him for a moment before returning to the conversation with the other three angels at the table.
Only you didn’t realise, Lucifer was still watching you. A small smile playing on his lips, as he felt his anger subside.
You were walking down the busy corridors, trying to get to your next class. Being bounced off one angel to another, not even enough room to breathe, just trying to get through the rest of the school day. You were about to make your way down another corridor that was swarmed with angels, but found yourself walking down the opposite one, with an arm around your shoulders and room to breathe. Lucifer.
“What’re you doing?”
“Walking with you, what does it look like?” Lucifer replied with a mischievous grin.
“I’ve got –“
“Physical Training, I know” he cut you off.
“It’s down the other corridor” you said, eyes narrowing watching him closely.
“Yeah” he replied simply still guiding you somewhere else
“Lucifer –“
“Oh hush, relax little one. Trust me” He once again cut you off, but looked at you with a genuine smile. You couldn’t help wonder what he was doing, so you let him guide you through the corridors. You couldn’t help but notice a sly excited smile, one just like a child that had a surprise for their parent. It brought a small smile to your face, just taking everything in.
He had led you outside, taking you behind and under the stands, there you found your other three crew members, your small smile growing into a light laugh. Castiel with a slight worried look, Gabriel with a big grin and Balthazar seeming proud.
“So… this is what it’s going to be huh?”
“Well, we did join you and your dear brother here, at your little hang out tree that soon became our place.” Balthazar stated.
“So we thought, we would invite you to our little crib… we basically thought we would find our own little bit, just like the tree. This time though, we picked it.” Gabriel grew with excitement, whilst you noticed Castiel taking everything in and seeming confused. Your smile never faltering.
“This way, we can escape from everything… and we won’t have eyes watching us all the time.” Lucifer seemed a little unsure of himself, but you could tell what he was getting at.
“I think it’s great, we’re sheltered if it rains, spacious, not too dark, accessible, not too far and not too close, just like the tree don’t you think Cassie?” You turned to your brother, seeking out his thoughts.
“It’s quiet, and away from the other angels, I agree. However, when the stands get used-“
“Great to prank them all. And as you said Y/N, when it’s raining we’ll be dry, a perfect way to support our school team when it’s horrible weather.” Gabriel grinned.
“I’ve definatly seen worse places. It’d be a great place to be our…Crib?” Castiel trailed of a little confused. Your smile now brighter and that was it decided, under the stands was to be your new hang out place.
