itcantbestopped:

“Something’s happened to Castiel…” he didn’t even bother with anything else, he didn’t care about it. He was here to get Castiel fixed and once he had word that it was done he would be out of there, he didn’t want to be there. It was hard enough just remembering what all had happened here, let alone being there. “I—He needs your help…” 

Jehovah frowned and looked as if he was thinking to himself.  “He’s in Purgatory.  I’ll go get him.”  He promised.   “I will drop him off back at his dwelling.”  He promised.  And with that, he was gone.

itcantbestopped:

Gabriel hated that he had to go all the way to Heaven just to save Castiel, mainly because it mean that he was helpless to fix this for his baby brother himself. Appearing without much thought at all he marched his way up to the cathedral throwing the doors open. He knew that his Father already knew he was there but he didn’t much care this was the second time he’d been back to Heaven in far too short a time for his liking. Standing in the middle of the entrance hall Gabriel spun around a bit looking for any sign of his Father. “Dad!” he didn’t gave half a shit how informal it was. 

Jehovah knew it the moment his son was in Heaven.  He was prepared for his arrival by the time Gabriel arrived in the hall.  Tilting his head, he moved to his son.  “What is wrong, Gabriel?”  He asked softly, a look of concern across his face.

fatheradam:

Don’t You think it will attract other attention?

The others are aware I am present, Adam.

fatheradam:

So what are You doing here?

I am not allowed to visit my own son?

iamthegoodson:

“Thank you, Father. Thank you so much.” He said, relieved. He had thought his Father was going to cast him out like he had to the others. He just wanted to stop his siblings from fighting, and he would Fall if it meant he could do that. “Everything was going so wrong, you have to help me fix it!” He pleaded, clutching at his Father.

Jehovah held his son close and nodded.  “I only regret that I did not come back sooner.”  He sighed and nodded, gently guiding his son’s face to his shoulder.  “Shh, hush child.  I will help you fix it. Everything will be alright, Michael.”  He murmured, hoping he could deliver within twenty years.

iamthegoodson:

Michael hugged his Father, biting his lip to hold back the questions that he just had to ask. He just wanted everything to go back to before they fought. Before his Father had left them all alone. “Why, Father?” He had to ask, even if asking it made him remember when Lucifer had first asked that question. “Why would you set us on each other? Why would you make me fight my favourite Brother?” He turned his head to look away. “I thought you knew that I would always do what you wanted. You didn’t need to test us.”

Jehovah held his son gently and stroked a hand down his back.  “I was…a different man, Michael.  Blinded by rage and horribly misguided.”  He sighed again.  “I was wrong.  And I am sorry.”  He guided Michael’s gaze back to his.  “You don’t have to fight Lucifer.  And I will bring him home.”

fatheradam:

• deadbeatxgod started following you

Some were beginning to think You died. Looks like I won that bet.

I haven’t died yet, no.

iamthegoodson:

deadbeatxgod:

iamthegoodson:

“Father?’ He asked, looking lost but hopeful. “Where have you been?”

“Places I should not have been, son.  I hope I have found you in good health and humor.”  He asked softly, moving towards Michael with a small smile.

“I was in the Cage, Father. I waited for you to rescue me, but you never came.” He still forgave his Father, he always would. He was the loyal son, and would do what was asked of him. “I tried my best to do what you wanted, but I failed. I couldn’t destroy my Brother.”

“I know, son, and I am sorry.  I am sorry I left you in there and I am sorry I asked you to destroy him in the first place.  I know you tried, Michael.”  He stroked a hand over his son’s hair gently.  “And I am proud of you for remaining so loyal to me.”

ask-the-god-of-mischief:

*sighs* I’m sorry. I just…don’t know how to handle things lately. But I’m assuming you already know that.

Life can be hard, Loki.  Would you prefer I soothe you some?