Supernatural: Meeting the Angels

Chapter 14

Chuck never wanted it to go down like this. He had thought that if he just held out a little bit longer, it would have been okay. When Amara suggested showing them the day before, Chuck had refused, and when Amara said it again that day, Chuck got pretty upset she wouldn't listen. They're his children, after all. He may have let them believe they were hers as well for their time on earth, but both Chuck and Amara knew perfectly well they weren't. The fact that she thought she had control over his angels had kind of pissed him off, actually, but eventually he got her to stop. It was a hell of a shouting match, though, and looking back on it, possibly scared the angels away too.
Still, he knew he couldn't keep it from them now, after those hunters came in with their language on a paper. The timing was as close to right as he could make it. Though he would have liked to wait a few more years, the opportunity rose then, and Chuck knew a few years wouldn't have stopped Lucifer from being upset. He has every right to be, but Chuck was protecting his other children by doing it, just as he was protecting the angels by locking his sister away.
Amara had managed to calm down, so Chuck had assumed if she was sent away longer than Lucifer, there'd be no reason for him not to calm down as well. He hadn't even thought of Hell time, and in the furthest depths of Hell, the time change is drastic. Even just two minutes would have felt like weeks to him.
Looking back on this whole thing, Chuck realizes he's quite possibly the worst father there ever was. To be fair, though, he was the first father there ever was, too, so he didn't have a guidebook for it. He didn't even have a role model. He invented parenting, so he was bound to miss a few things. Free will seemed like a good idea at the time, but that's the root of all his problems, so in hindsight, maybe he should have skipped that and he wouldn't have to deal with the rebellious Lucifer.
Now that Lucifer's got his memory back, Chuck has no doubt he's been warded against him, and there's no way Chuck will be able to find him. Typical Lucifer, always making everything harder than it has to be. Oh well. Chuck will find him soon, and if not, he knows the Winchesters will go after him when he starts causing trouble. And he will cause trouble, because that's what he excels at.

A/N I won't add that to this book, but depending on where the story takes me, if Lucifer doesn't come back by the end, I might make a sequel. Who knows? It could be cool.

Everyone is still after Lucifer leaves. The angels have a lot to process, and Chuck and Amara are nervously awaiting the next response. Sam and Dean stand in the corner awkwardly, not wanting to disrupt what appears to be an important family moment. Finally, Gabriel breaks the silence.
"So, like, this whole time I've been here, I could have been making my own candy and not having to buy it?"
Chuck chuckles a bit at that. "Yeah, I suppose you could have."
"Well, thanks for not telling me that!" He says it as if he's angry, but he's smiling, and it's clear it's a joke. To emphasize his point, he creates a Snickers bar and takes a bite.
Next to speak is Anna. "So, do we call you Dad, or...?"
Chuck shakes his head. "No, if you want to keep calling me Chuck, it's fine by me."
The only two angels yet to reply to their newly found identities are Castiel and Michael. Everyone looks at Michael expectantly, because Castiel never speaks in front of so many people. To everyone's surprise, he does now.
"Why did you not tell us this?" Castiel asks.
Chuck turns to him. "Because Heaven is getting pretty hectic. It was crazy eighteen years ago, and I can't imaging it's getting any better. So I took some angels and I gave them a vessel, and I brought them down to earth. You may think it's crazy down here, but it's worse up there. I did what I thought was best, but I couldn't take all the angels, so I took the ones I thought should come. They were the five of you. I knew you guys wouldn't try to kill each other. Well, Anna and Lucifer were close, but not quite." Anna gives him a small smile at his attempt of humor.
Once again, everyone turns to Michael. He notices it this time, and looks around. "What do you guys want me to say?" he asks finally. "That I've missed my powers? That my dad's a psychopath? I think everything's been said already. You three what you want, but I'm with Lucifer." He turns from his siblings to his father. "You are the worst father to ever exist, and I'm ashamed to be your son."
Everyone looks at Chuck, waiting for the big attack, but he just sighs. "Yeah, I know. I'm definitely not winning any father of the year awards."
"Yeah, you think?" Michael crosses his arms and leans against the wall.
"Okay, sorry to interrupt this family time," Dean says, "but what the hell is going on, and what does this have to do with this paper?" He holds up the symbols, the reason they came in the first place.
To everyone's surprise, it's Castiel who answers. "That is written in the language of angels," he says. "Which is why we can read it.
It takes Sam and Dean a moment to process this. They're standing in a room full of angels. Actual angels. If Chuck is their dad, doesn't that make him God? They can't be standing in a room with God. It's not possible.
"Wow," Dean says finally. "Just... Wow. But why did an angel write this? And what does it mean?"
"I told you earlier," Gabriel says. "It says that someone is taking children with special abilities to a camp, and the winner gets it all. Not sure what it means exactly, but that's what it translates as."
Castiel and Michael share a look before Michael speaks. "I think I know what it's talking about." He explains the research he did, leaving Castiel out of it. He gets an amused look from Sam when he mentions hacking into the police database. Finally, Michael finishes speaking and waits for people's reactions.
It's Sam that speaks first. "You hacked into a government server on a school computer? You realize they can trace it back to you. It was done on your account."
Michael can't help but be impressed with the kid. He just found out that he's probably going to be kidnapped soon, and his firs thought it that hacking is wrong? That's a level of calm not many humans can reach.
"No, I did it at home," Michael says.
"They can still track it back to you, ya know."
Michael shrugs. "If anyone comes for me, I can send them back to where they came from with the snap of my fingers. I think I'm safe."
"Oh, true," Sam agrees.
"But what does this have to do with the message?" Dean asks. "Sam doesn't have any special abilities."
"Well..." Sam says slowly.
"What?" Dean demands.
Sam explains that isn't completely true. He's been getting visions, mostly of people in this abandoned town. He can't tell exactly what happened to them, but he's seen news of the disappearances as well, and they look like the same people, if a bit dirtier from being stuck out there for such a long time.
"And you didn't think to mention this to me?" Dean says.
Sam shrugs. "I didn't think anything of it. I just kinda assumed I had seen something about it before and dreamed it. Now I'm not so sure."
Dean looks at Chuck. "You're God, right? So you'd know if Sam's in danger, right?"
Chuck shakes his head. "I've been out of the loop so long, I don't know anything that's happening right now. I've barely heard of you two, and you and your dad have apparently been everywhere."
It's true-John would travel across the entire country for what may not have even been a case. He had no problem with being everywhere, which means the boys had to be everywhere as well. Still, the fact that God knew about them and he didn't even pay attention to the paranormal world was pretty strange. It's not like every supernatural entity they came across knew them. Sure, there was the occasional upset demon that wanted to avenge the death of their friend at the Winchesters' hand, but that's about it.
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Dean asks finally.
Chuck shrugs. "I guess that's up to you."

I'm sorry, that's a horrible way to end a chapter but I'm going to anyway.