the Coat chapter 2
The Coat
Chapter two: four months and a week before, or Gabe finds out about his brother.
disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot that I created to vent my sorrow.
Gabe
Gabriel hated this feeling of dread that had settled over him after his resurrection. Something was not right. He called out to his brothers and found that man of the voices that he had known were silent. The dread became deeper when he actually went home only to find that it was trying to resettle after their Father’s unexpected return and a Civil war. Gabriel was now verily terrified when a young seraph gave him the casualties list. The archangel’s golden eyes slowly read down the names of many angels that he had known. Suddenly his gaze settled on one name and the archangel had to grab something for support. There at the very bottom of the list is the careful scrawling scrip of the angels was the name Castiel and next to it were three words that made his grace freeze in his vessel: Killed in Action.
“Castiel is dead?” he asked the seraph. The young one looked down and Gabriel caught the sight of silver tears running down the angel’s face.
“Yes,” the angels answer came in no more than a whisper. Gabriel’s mind was whirling with the knowledge of the very unusual seraphs death.
Gabriel remembered the day that he was born and the archangel smiled at the memory. Castiel had caused a lot of worry on his behalf. He was the last angle to be hatched in heaven. The angels that had participated in his creation were fearful, when the fledgling came before his time. Gabriel’s eyes filled with unbidden tears as he remembered that Michael had come to take the young angel away so that he would not cause any more pain to the others. Castiel was so weak, when he came into heaven with a whimper and a weak cry; his wings and grace a pale comparison to what they would become. He remembered Michael taking the very frail angel to their Father, and his Father looked at the practically dying baby angel with nothing but love and pure sorrow; as if he knew that he would break hearts if he were to die. Gabriel smiled watery at the memory of their Father taking the weak fledgling into his embrace and cradling him in His arms. Gabriel had watched as the angel was filled with his Father’s love and with pure grace that only an Archangel had. Gabriel knew that little angel would be very special. From that very moment the whole Host knew he was special, and some did not like that; especially Lucifer.
Castiel was one of the first angels to bow when their Father asked them to serve and protect humanity. He was so young then, he did not even know what he was doing. But when the other angels saw his devotion and love for their Father and his creations they bowed too, all of them but Lucy and his merry band of rebels.
“OH, Castiel!” the archangel sobbed his shoulders and wings shaking with the force of his tears. “Cas, you were so special. Why did you have to throw it all away to be a soldier?”
“Sir?” the young seraph said. Gabriel looked up at the young one. He was a little older than Castiel, and that made the tears flow all the more strongly. “He was with the Winchesters when he died, and they won’t really tell us how he died either. We cannot get Dean Winchester to even talk to us when we ask. If you ask me sir, I think he is taking it worse than the Host.” Gabriel looked up sharply at that remark.
“What!? He was with those idiots when he died?” Gabriel fumed, his tears temporarily forgotten. “And what do you mean he is taking it worse than the Host? Dean Winchester was not his family.” The seraph quickly shrank back under the rage-filled gaze of the archangel.
“I mean that… well the rumor is that… um…” the angel stammered for the right words.
“Just spit it out, why don’t you.” Gabriel spat.
“Some think Castiel was in a relationship with the Winchester and that he was… um… he might have been…” the angel gulped loudly, “he might have been pregnant when he died.” Gabriel when stark white; the thought that the little angel was dead was enough, but not only that he had been carrying a baby when he died gave Gabriel barely any strength to stand under his own power. The archangel snapped his fingers and a chair popped into existence. Gabriel’s legs were like jelly when he sat down.
“Do you know this to be true?” the archangel croaked out. The seraph shook his head.
“No, sir but many believe that it was started by Raphael to make many of Castiel’s forces leave him because he was having relations with a human,” he answered. “Personally, sir if you want to know the truth, you might need to see the Winchesters. I think it might just be a rumor but…” the angel hesitated.
“But what?” Gabriel questioned.
“Well, Castiel was acting quite strangely before it happened,” The angel answered.
“Strange? What do you mean, how strange?” Gabriel pushed.
“He was moody, I suppose you could say,” he said.
“Moody?” Gabriel asked with a raised eye-brow.
“Uh-huh, and he was tired a lot more than normal. Also he kept putting his hand on his abdomen, as if he was unwell, but he would always smile before he removed it. Perhaps it was not a rumor,” The angel said.
Gabriel gulped hard and stood on very shaky legs. “I must see Sam and Dean. Please tell my brother I won’t be able to meet with him until later,” Gabriel informed the seraph. The angel nodded and the Archangel of the Annunciation was gone.
When Dean heard the flapping of mighty wings, he bolted upright a look of hope and joy on his face. Only a moment later when Gabriel the formers Trickster/Archangel appeared in the room the look was replaced with pure and utter shock. Sam and Bobby’s faces were no less shocked to see the Archangel that they had seen die with their own eyes standing before Dean with a look of Fury on his face that would send the Devil himself back to his cage cowering in fear. Now Sam knew why Gabriel was referred to as the Wrath of God when in this state; and all of that rage was pointed right toward his weakened brother.
“How did you…” Sam started only to be cut off by a very angry archangel.
“Father; he’s back and doing cleanup. He brought me back and imagine my surprise that you two not only managed to stop the apocalypse, but managed to get my baby brother Castiel killed for good,” Gabriel fumed. Dean didn’t even flinch, he just looked right back at Gabriel and matched the archangel’s fury and raised it to Michael level.
“Screw you, Gabriel,” Dean shouted. Sam jumped away from his brother in shock. This was the most emotion he had gotten out of his brother since Cas had died. “We didn’t get him killed! It was that dumbass brother of yours’ Raphe that forced him to absorb all those souls. It was the leviathans that killed him,” Dean shouted and Gabriel saw the tears building in the hunter’s eyes. “It was them, not me that killed him!” tears ran freely down Dean’s face, “They killed him! They killed our baby!” Dean’s words broke as he sank to his knees and fell to his side crying earnestly as he remembered Castiel telling him about the baby.
End of part 1
TBC in part 2 of chapter 2;
End notes: I promise that Cas will be back soon. Dean needs to suffer for one more chapter before I can change that. I want reviews and comments… the muse on my shoulder is going quiet only you can make him get louder. Suggestions verily wanted.
Chapter two: four months and a week before, or Gabe finds out about his brother.
disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot that I created to vent my sorrow.
Gabe
Gabriel hated this feeling of dread that had settled over him after his resurrection. Something was not right. He called out to his brothers and found that man of the voices that he had known were silent. The dread became deeper when he actually went home only to find that it was trying to resettle after their Father’s unexpected return and a Civil war. Gabriel was now verily terrified when a young seraph gave him the casualties list. The archangel’s golden eyes slowly read down the names of many angels that he had known. Suddenly his gaze settled on one name and the archangel had to grab something for support. There at the very bottom of the list is the careful scrawling scrip of the angels was the name Castiel and next to it were three words that made his grace freeze in his vessel: Killed in Action.
“Castiel is dead?” he asked the seraph. The young one looked down and Gabriel caught the sight of silver tears running down the angel’s face.
“Yes,” the angels answer came in no more than a whisper. Gabriel’s mind was whirling with the knowledge of the very unusual seraphs death.
Gabriel remembered the day that he was born and the archangel smiled at the memory. Castiel had caused a lot of worry on his behalf. He was the last angle to be hatched in heaven. The angels that had participated in his creation were fearful, when the fledgling came before his time. Gabriel’s eyes filled with unbidden tears as he remembered that Michael had come to take the young angel away so that he would not cause any more pain to the others. Castiel was so weak, when he came into heaven with a whimper and a weak cry; his wings and grace a pale comparison to what they would become. He remembered Michael taking the very frail angel to their Father, and his Father looked at the practically dying baby angel with nothing but love and pure sorrow; as if he knew that he would break hearts if he were to die. Gabriel smiled watery at the memory of their Father taking the weak fledgling into his embrace and cradling him in His arms. Gabriel had watched as the angel was filled with his Father’s love and with pure grace that only an Archangel had. Gabriel knew that little angel would be very special. From that very moment the whole Host knew he was special, and some did not like that; especially Lucifer.
Castiel was one of the first angels to bow when their Father asked them to serve and protect humanity. He was so young then, he did not even know what he was doing. But when the other angels saw his devotion and love for their Father and his creations they bowed too, all of them but Lucy and his merry band of rebels.
“OH, Castiel!” the archangel sobbed his shoulders and wings shaking with the force of his tears. “Cas, you were so special. Why did you have to throw it all away to be a soldier?”
“Sir?” the young seraph said. Gabriel looked up at the young one. He was a little older than Castiel, and that made the tears flow all the more strongly. “He was with the Winchesters when he died, and they won’t really tell us how he died either. We cannot get Dean Winchester to even talk to us when we ask. If you ask me sir, I think he is taking it worse than the Host.” Gabriel looked up sharply at that remark.
“What!? He was with those idiots when he died?” Gabriel fumed, his tears temporarily forgotten. “And what do you mean he is taking it worse than the Host? Dean Winchester was not his family.” The seraph quickly shrank back under the rage-filled gaze of the archangel.
“I mean that… well the rumor is that… um…” the angel stammered for the right words.
“Just spit it out, why don’t you.” Gabriel spat.
“Some think Castiel was in a relationship with the Winchester and that he was… um… he might have been…” the angel gulped loudly, “he might have been pregnant when he died.” Gabriel when stark white; the thought that the little angel was dead was enough, but not only that he had been carrying a baby when he died gave Gabriel barely any strength to stand under his own power. The archangel snapped his fingers and a chair popped into existence. Gabriel’s legs were like jelly when he sat down.
“Do you know this to be true?” the archangel croaked out. The seraph shook his head.
“No, sir but many believe that it was started by Raphael to make many of Castiel’s forces leave him because he was having relations with a human,” he answered. “Personally, sir if you want to know the truth, you might need to see the Winchesters. I think it might just be a rumor but…” the angel hesitated.
“But what?” Gabriel questioned.
“Well, Castiel was acting quite strangely before it happened,” The angel answered.
“Strange? What do you mean, how strange?” Gabriel pushed.
“He was moody, I suppose you could say,” he said.
“Moody?” Gabriel asked with a raised eye-brow.
“Uh-huh, and he was tired a lot more than normal. Also he kept putting his hand on his abdomen, as if he was unwell, but he would always smile before he removed it. Perhaps it was not a rumor,” The angel said.
Gabriel gulped hard and stood on very shaky legs. “I must see Sam and Dean. Please tell my brother I won’t be able to meet with him until later,” Gabriel informed the seraph. The angel nodded and the Archangel of the Annunciation was gone.
When Dean heard the flapping of mighty wings, he bolted upright a look of hope and joy on his face. Only a moment later when Gabriel the formers Trickster/Archangel appeared in the room the look was replaced with pure and utter shock. Sam and Bobby’s faces were no less shocked to see the Archangel that they had seen die with their own eyes standing before Dean with a look of Fury on his face that would send the Devil himself back to his cage cowering in fear. Now Sam knew why Gabriel was referred to as the Wrath of God when in this state; and all of that rage was pointed right toward his weakened brother.
“How did you…” Sam started only to be cut off by a very angry archangel.
“Father; he’s back and doing cleanup. He brought me back and imagine my surprise that you two not only managed to stop the apocalypse, but managed to get my baby brother Castiel killed for good,” Gabriel fumed. Dean didn’t even flinch, he just looked right back at Gabriel and matched the archangel’s fury and raised it to Michael level.
“Screw you, Gabriel,” Dean shouted. Sam jumped away from his brother in shock. This was the most emotion he had gotten out of his brother since Cas had died. “We didn’t get him killed! It was that dumbass brother of yours’ Raphe that forced him to absorb all those souls. It was the leviathans that killed him,” Dean shouted and Gabriel saw the tears building in the hunter’s eyes. “It was them, not me that killed him!” tears ran freely down Dean’s face, “They killed him! They killed our baby!” Dean’s words broke as he sank to his knees and fell to his side crying earnestly as he remembered Castiel telling him about the baby.
End of part 1
TBC in part 2 of chapter 2;
End notes: I promise that Cas will be back soon. Dean needs to suffer for one more chapter before I can change that. I want reviews and comments… the muse on my shoulder is going quiet only you can make him get louder. Suggestions verily wanted.