HP/SPN: Baby Mine 10
A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates guys, I was working on Mistakes We Make. Now that’s finished, maybe I can figure out where we’re going with this one.
This chapter covers S4.22, Lucifer Rising, and S5.1, Sympathy for the Devil, both from Castiel’s perspective as usual. With a bit of Gabby throw in.
Warnings: Bad parenting advice (from Gabriel), and a bit of language from Dean.
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“Gabriel…”
“What?”
“Did you give this to my son to play with?” Castiel held up the Archangel’s blade, attempting to look patient.
“Mmmmaybe?” At the look Castiel gave him for that, Gabriel threw up his hands in a ‘please don’t kill me, I’m unarmed’ motion and backed up a step.
“He’s not even two years old!” Castiel was angry. “A sword isn’t a toy - what if he’d hurt himself!”
“Then he’d have learned not to play with swords pretty quickly.” Castiel stared at Gabriel, unable to believe what he’d just said. “What? There’s a reason I gave the kid to you instead of raising him myself, after all.”
“Gabriel, I-”
He was cut off as both angels suddenly felt it - a massive surge of power, something only rarely felt before. Briefly, while he knew that their brethren would be otherwise occupied, Gabriel opened his senses to listen to what was being said by the angels. Once he had confirmation, he closed himself off quickly and let out a groan. Castiel tilted his head a little, and Gabriel nodded.
“The Muttonhead of the Year award goes to…”
Castiel sighed, hanging his head and shaking it.
“I’m sure there’s an explanation-”
“And I’m sure I don’t care!” Gabriel interrupted. “Find those idiots and beat some sense into them before I have to get involved, yeah?”
Castiel nodded, then returned the blade and went to fetch Teddy. The Winchesters had, despite his advice, managed to open the Cage and set Lucifer free. They had some explaining to do.
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“She was going to kill Dean,” Sam looked terrible. “I… I drained Ruby of her blood, I couldn’t stop myself, and then Lilith was there with Dean, and… I killed her. I had to.”
Castiel sighed, but said nothing. He’d realised the depth of feelings that ran between the brothers when he’d killed Uriel to protect Teddy. Things were going to be difficult, but they’d manage it.
“Okay, I get it,” Castiel said in an attempt to calm Sam down. “Now, go over what Zachariah told you.”
“He said,” Dean glared at the ceiling from his prone position on the bed, “that I’m Michael’s meat suit. Then he tried the inventive persuasion techniques to get me to say yes to the douche.”
Castiel closed his eyes, wishing that he could bang his head against a wall without putting a hole in said wall. Maybe it would help to ease the sense of cosmic stupidity.
“Right. No wonder everyone’s been watching the pair of you,” Castiel decided not to try damaging himself at the moment. “And now you’re in even more danger, because they won’t stop coming after you. Lucifer is circling, trying to get to his vessel, and Michael’s already zeroed in on you.” He paused, thinking, then stepped forwards and placed a hand on Dean’s chest. Before the hunters could react, he turned to Sam and did the same thing. “There, an Enochian sigil. It’ll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer and Michael.”
“What did you do, brand us with it?” Dean was looking confused, a hand over his ribs as he felt them ache.
“No, I carved it into your ribs. More permanent.”
The brothers looked at him as though he were insane for a moment, before moving on.
“Hey Cas,” Sam asked, “where have you been, anyway?”
“With one of my brothers, the one who entrusted Teddy to my care. He’s been hiding from the rest of our brethren for centuries, he knows how to survive in your world.” A dark look crossed his face then. “But if he doesn’t learn to moderate his behaviour around Teddy, he won’t live much longer.”
“Right,” Dean took a not-so-subtle step back to hide behind Sam a little. “Uh, anyway, we kinda have a favour to ask.”
“What is it you require?” Castiel asked, wary of agreeing too quickly.
“Well, it’s Bobby,” Dean told him, and Sam immediately looked guilty again. “A demon got into him. He managed to fight it off long enough to stab himself with Ruby’s knife. Killed the demon, but he’s paralysed.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Castiel nodded. “That blade is very powerful, I may not be able to fully repair the damage. I’ll do my best though.” With that, he was gone, flying to Bobby’s side to see if he could heal the damage. After all, Bobby was one of three humans he counted as a friend.
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This chapter covers S4.22, Lucifer Rising, and S5.1, Sympathy for the Devil, both from Castiel’s perspective as usual. With a bit of Gabby throw in.
Warnings: Bad parenting advice (from Gabriel), and a bit of language from Dean.
-BM-
“Gabriel…”
“What?”
“Did you give this to my son to play with?” Castiel held up the Archangel’s blade, attempting to look patient.
“Mmmmaybe?” At the look Castiel gave him for that, Gabriel threw up his hands in a ‘please don’t kill me, I’m unarmed’ motion and backed up a step.
“He’s not even two years old!” Castiel was angry. “A sword isn’t a toy - what if he’d hurt himself!”
“Then he’d have learned not to play with swords pretty quickly.” Castiel stared at Gabriel, unable to believe what he’d just said. “What? There’s a reason I gave the kid to you instead of raising him myself, after all.”
“Gabriel, I-”
He was cut off as both angels suddenly felt it - a massive surge of power, something only rarely felt before. Briefly, while he knew that their brethren would be otherwise occupied, Gabriel opened his senses to listen to what was being said by the angels. Once he had confirmation, he closed himself off quickly and let out a groan. Castiel tilted his head a little, and Gabriel nodded.
“The Muttonhead of the Year award goes to…”
Castiel sighed, hanging his head and shaking it.
“I’m sure there’s an explanation-”
“And I’m sure I don’t care!” Gabriel interrupted. “Find those idiots and beat some sense into them before I have to get involved, yeah?”
Castiel nodded, then returned the blade and went to fetch Teddy. The Winchesters had, despite his advice, managed to open the Cage and set Lucifer free. They had some explaining to do.
-BM-
“She was going to kill Dean,” Sam looked terrible. “I… I drained Ruby of her blood, I couldn’t stop myself, and then Lilith was there with Dean, and… I killed her. I had to.”
Castiel sighed, but said nothing. He’d realised the depth of feelings that ran between the brothers when he’d killed Uriel to protect Teddy. Things were going to be difficult, but they’d manage it.
“Okay, I get it,” Castiel said in an attempt to calm Sam down. “Now, go over what Zachariah told you.”
“He said,” Dean glared at the ceiling from his prone position on the bed, “that I’m Michael’s meat suit. Then he tried the inventive persuasion techniques to get me to say yes to the douche.”
Castiel closed his eyes, wishing that he could bang his head against a wall without putting a hole in said wall. Maybe it would help to ease the sense of cosmic stupidity.
“Right. No wonder everyone’s been watching the pair of you,” Castiel decided not to try damaging himself at the moment. “And now you’re in even more danger, because they won’t stop coming after you. Lucifer is circling, trying to get to his vessel, and Michael’s already zeroed in on you.” He paused, thinking, then stepped forwards and placed a hand on Dean’s chest. Before the hunters could react, he turned to Sam and did the same thing. “There, an Enochian sigil. It’ll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer and Michael.”
“What did you do, brand us with it?” Dean was looking confused, a hand over his ribs as he felt them ache.
“No, I carved it into your ribs. More permanent.”
The brothers looked at him as though he were insane for a moment, before moving on.
“Hey Cas,” Sam asked, “where have you been, anyway?”
“With one of my brothers, the one who entrusted Teddy to my care. He’s been hiding from the rest of our brethren for centuries, he knows how to survive in your world.” A dark look crossed his face then. “But if he doesn’t learn to moderate his behaviour around Teddy, he won’t live much longer.”
“Right,” Dean took a not-so-subtle step back to hide behind Sam a little. “Uh, anyway, we kinda have a favour to ask.”
“What is it you require?” Castiel asked, wary of agreeing too quickly.
“Well, it’s Bobby,” Dean told him, and Sam immediately looked guilty again. “A demon got into him. He managed to fight it off long enough to stab himself with Ruby’s knife. Killed the demon, but he’s paralysed.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Castiel nodded. “That blade is very powerful, I may not be able to fully repair the damage. I’ll do my best though.” With that, he was gone, flying to Bobby’s side to see if he could heal the damage. After all, Bobby was one of three humans he counted as a friend.
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