Title: More Shiny Stuff!
Author:
demira_watsonFandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Drunk and disorderly Archangels
Disclaimer: Kripke's sandbox, I'm just playing in it.
Summary: This is for a prompt on the
SPN Fluff Meme. Drunken Archangels create something...
It started because they were bored.
God was working on some new being on earth and had given Michael and Gabriel control of heaven. A really bad idea…
Gabriel had created something known as alcohol and Michael had realised too late that the smirk on Gabriel’s young pixie like face was not a challenge but in fact a victorious smirk.
Hours later and a ton of angel alcohol had left Michael decidedly fuzzy and a little suggestible to his younger mischievous brother’s plots.
“Hand ‘e more shiny stuff!” Gabriel yelled leaning dangerously to one side.
“Which ‘iny stuff?” Michael grumbled as he blinked and then blinked again for good measure. His eyesight still spinning and blurring the small heap of shiny and pretty stuff they’d stolen from earth while their dad was busy.
“The…the…” Gabriel made a grabby motion towards the pile. “MOONLIGHT! Tha’s it!” Michael jumped at his brother’s booming voice and quickly slid over the clear shining moonlight.
“Wha’ we ‘aking?” Michael mumbled staring at the blob of moonlight mixed with raven feathers, a little of Gabriel’s grace, love and loyalty and pink rose petals.
“I dunno…Shut UP! Gimme something really pretty and blue!” Gabriel muttered giggling under his breath. Michael tried to raise an eyebrow of annoyance at his brother but he tilted to one side and hiccupped before snatching some blue sky from the pile and tossing it at Gabriel’s head. If anybody asked he did not stick out his tongue.
“Very pretty…And now!” That was the only warning Michael got before Gabriel channelled his intensely bright grace into the pile of shiny and pretty. Once the light had faded Gabriel and Michael stumbled forward to get a closer look at their drunken creation.
“Soooo CUTE!” Gabriel sang clutching his hands to his chest.
On the table, looking very confused, was a baby angel. With pale skin, soft pink lips, scruffy black hair and wide innocent captivating bright blue eyes.
“I will name him Castiel! And he shall be my fluffy!” Gabriel muttered as he picked up the small child and crushed him to his chest. His younger brother nuzzled the soft looking raven locks with a wide grin.
Michael watched as Castiel clutched tightly to Gabriel’s grace and nuzzled into the archangel’s hold with a happy and contented sigh.
The eldest archangel did not well up.
He did demand his own snuggle time with the adorable new angel.