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“Gabriel.” You called.
The young archangel’s whiskey eyes widened when he heard your voice, and he dropped the weird animal behind him, trying to hide it with his figure and wings.
“Hi, momma.”
“What is it behind you?” You asked calmly.
He didn’t answer, and Michael raised his voice.
“He used dad’s stuff and created an animal.”
You shook your head. Of course he had.
“Lucifer said I could.” The younger archangel quickly defended himself.
You looked behind you, seeing your other son sat with an innocent look.
“Father said we could help him.”
“While he worked.” You reminded them.
Lucifer, Michael and Raphael were already grown, but not Gabriel. He was still in a very curious and creative stage of his life, and his brothers had a huge influence on him. Specially Lucifer.
“Let me give it a look.” You sighed.
He leaned down and his golden wings almost hit you for a brief moment before he gave you the animal.
It was odd.
Very odd.
It looked like a... Beaver? A duck?
“It is a platypus.” He said proudly. “And it lay eggs. And it sweats milk.”
You didn’t even know what to say,
“Oh.” You cleaned your throat. “Well, it is...”
“Weird?” Lucifer suggested.
“Ugly?” Michael gave his opinion.
“A terrible idea?” Raphael’s voice rose for the first time in the conversation.
“Very interesting.” You decided.
“You think dad’s gonna like it?” His little eyes twinkled.
You looked at the animal clearly made of spare pieces of other species your mate once protected. It wasn’t alive - of course not - and you wondered what would be his reaction.
“Well...” You looked for words. “I’m sure hes going to be impressed by how creative you are.”
It wasn’t the answer Gabriel was looking for, and it made Michael chuckle, but he din’t care and opened the big bright smile you loved so much.
You always remembered this day when you looked at a platypus.
Now, things were different. Lucifer had recently gotten free from the cage, Gabriel was hiding from you, Raphael and Michael had turned their backs to their brothers and the whole angelkind was a mess. Meanwhile, like it wasn’t enough, your mate had decided to hide and ignore the subject every time you tried to bring it up.
Right now, you were on Earth, in front of two humans on a bunker where you knew your four older sons were.
“So.” Dean Winchester, the shorter one, cleaned his throat. “You’re the Y/N.”
“Yes.” You nodded.
He looked up at his younger brother, not believing you.
You were, with your mate and Amara, one of the oldest creatures of the universe. Humans had heard about you, but seeing you was something completely different.
“Mother.” You heard, and Castiel entered the room.
Surprising the two men, your son hugged you tight, his strong arms and black wings wrapping around you.
“Castiel.” You kissed his cheek affectionately. “Son.”
“You’re here for them?” He released you.
The two humans blinked, flabbergasted.
“Someone needs to put this family back on the trails.” You pointed.
Castiel nodded, agreeing with you, and kissed your forehead before he pointed where you should go.
You entered the room, quickly noticing the four angel traps that locked your four older angels and sighing as the yells ran above your eyes;
Lucifer, Michael, Raphael and Gabriel were shouting at each other like four bratty kids – and honestly, they weren’t really too different from this.
“Silence.” You finally said, your voice shutting them and making a thunder echo through the halls.
You four boys looked at you with wide eyes.
“Momma?” Gabriel exclaimed.
“Really, kids?” You looked at them. “I leave you be for a couple of thousands of years, and you start a war?”
The fours archangels gulped and looked down at their feet, their wings motioning down like the ears of a guilty dog.
“Lucifer.” You looked at your mate’s favourite child. “I travel all my way to hell, I deal with that annoying Crowley king, and when I enter your room, you left the cage?!”
“Mom, it was a cage.” He argued. “Father locked me there, and…”
“And I was close to convincing him of releasing you.” You interrupted him. “Do you imagine how stubborn your father is? No, because you’re not the one dealing with him for the latest eternity. He’s God, for heaven’s sake!”
He pouted, and you looked at Gabriel, seeing how he was holding back a smirk.
“And you, young angel.” You walked to him. “You disappear out of nowhere for thousands of years, becomes a pagan god and tricks those poor Winchester boys? Your father and I almost went insane looking for you.”
Gabriel blushed, and you had to dry a tear that had fallen from your eyes.
“I’m sorry, momma.” He muttered.
You shook your head, and looked a Raphael and Michael. Okay, maybe Lucifer and Gabriel were the ones that worried you the most, and before anyone else, but those two weren’t right either.
“Michael.” You crossed your arms. “A war, Michael? Our family goes through a crisis, and you try to start a war?”
“But mom…” He started.
You stared at him, and he looked down at his own hands.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
Last, but not least.
“Raphael.” You started.
“I didn’t do anything, mom.” He quickly defended himself, his eyes widening.
“Exactly.” You interrupted him. “You didn’t do anything. You should have helped me and your dad.”
He looked away, embarrassed just like his brothers.
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
“You four… I don’t even know where to star.”
They waited in silence and you took a deep breath.
“Lucifer.” You turned to him. “Apologize to Gabriel.”
He frowned.
“What? Why?”
“You tried to kill him.” You reminded him with a strong look. “Now, apologize to Gabriel.”
He didn’t look comfortable, but turned to his younger brother’s direction.
“I’m sorry I tried to kill you, Gabriel.”
You nodded.
“Very well.” You praised him, and then turned to your younger son. “Now, what do we say. Gabe?”
“I forgive you, Luci.”
“Now, apologize to Mike and Raph for leaving.”
Gabriel obeyed. You also made Raphael apologize for doing nothing, and Michael apologize for the war.
“Can I free you from the traps now?” You looked at them. “You’re going to behave?”
They confirmed and, with a wave of your hand, the traps were gone. Their wings were stretched open wide, now outside the restriction, and the boys all looked at you when Lucifer whispered his next words.
“You’re not sending me back to the cage, right mom?”
You looked at your rebellious son with a sweet gaze.
“Of course not.”
When God locked him on the café, you didn’t leave Luci alone there. Twice a week you visited him and spent a day by his side. You hated that place, but God was God after all.
“I’m gonna talk to your Father about you, but you need to behave, okay?” You told him. “Now, can we all be a family again?”
They looked at each other hesitantly.
“Do you think Dad will take us back?” Gabriel muttered.
“He loves you.” You reminded them. “Of course He will.”
They nodded, and you finally smiled, opening your arms to a group hug.
Soon, you were crushed inside their strong and warm bodies. You missed your boys so much it hurt your insides.
“Now, give ma moment so I can cook the Winchesters some real dinner.” You said when they released you. “Those kids are having far too much takeout to their own health.”
The moment you left the room, they all followed you like mama duck – just like when they were little in heaven – , and it made you smile.
“Samuel? Dean?” You called, entering the map room and instantly seeing that annoying kid Crowley you had to face every time you went down hell to visit your son.
Before you could even say a word, your five kids – including the Seraph in the room – circled you and protected you from the king of hell with their bodies and widened wings.
“I assume my presence isn’t needed at the moment.” The demon noticed.
He left with a snap of finger, leaving a sulfuric smell and two surprised humans behind.
“Don’t worry about it.” You said when your sons gave you space to look at the two boys. “Are you hungry?”
Sam was too surprised to say anything, but Dean quickly answered you.
“We’re fine. Thank you.”
“Don’t be silly.” You dismissed his lie. “I’m making you dinner for the week before leaving. You need some change from takeout.”
Sam’s jaw dropped a bit, and Dean stood up for a moment.
“Look, ma’am, there’s not need…”
“Don’t make me use my mom voice, kid.” You interrupted him.
Dean’s eyes widened. He was surprised of how you actually worried about them, but how couldn’t you? You were their mother somehow.
“Trust us, Dean-o.” Gabriel touched you shoulder.”You don’t want the mom voice.”
You smiled at your son for a moment, chuckling and walking to the kitchen.
Everything was fine now.