Casts who I love all the faces of: Supernatural
Characters: Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Raphael & God
Setting: Domestic angels
Families annoy everyone at times, as they are protective, pushy and loving. But I bet your family was nothing like this one.
Up in heaven, a family of five are having a Sunday dinner. It’s not as peaceful as you might think; this family has a rather funny relationship with each other…
“Dad, can you tell Gabriel to stop pulling pranks on me? It’s really annoying.” Said Raphael, pouting. God rolled his eyes, sighing. He looked at his two other sons, who were bickering about whose chosen vessel was better looking.
“My vessel has green eyes, Luci! You can’t beat that… green eyes!” Michael said, his words muffled by the mouthful of food he had. He sprayed saliva everywhere, including Lucifer’s face. Lucifer wiped his face, grimacing.
“Say it, don’t spray it, Mikey. Yes, well, MY vessel is taller. And he has great hair!” Lucifer spat back, crossing his arms smugly. Michael narrowed his eyes, and went back to stabbing his meal with his golden fork.
Gabriel was sitting at the end of the table, a cheeky smirk on his face, as he set his spoon with a pea on the end, and aimed right at Raphael’s head. He stuck his tongue out with concentration and…
The pea splattered on Raphael’s forehead, and he yelped, surprised. He picked the green mush off his forehead and glared at Gabriel, who had a huge grin on his face.
“BULLSEYE!” Gabriel got to his feet and did a little victory dance. Raphael got to his feet and growled, as he ran towards Gabriel, arms outstretched. God groaned and massaged the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t handle these little monsters any more.
Gabriel ran out of the room, Raphael close behind him.
“GABRIEL! Apologise tto Raphael his MINUTE!” He yelled, and Gabriel, Raphael attached to his neck, walked back slowly, head hanging.
“Yes, Dad. Sorry, Raphael.” Gabriel rolled his eyes.
Raphael smiled victoriously and poked his tongue out at Gabriel when God wasn’t looking. Gabriel’s jaw set, obviously frustrated with his fallen plan.
Lucifer and Michael were still arguing about their chosen vessels.Raphael, hearing his two brothers argument, laughed. The two turned to him. Lucifer snorted.
“And I suppose you think you’re so special because you, as the third archangel born, got blessed with the amazing prophet?” Lucifer rolled his eyes, obviously jealous, but still not saying anything. He secretly would’ve given anything to have been born third, not second. He wanted the prophet.
“Got it in one.” Raphael grinned.
God had had enough. Sunday dinners with the boys were always the worst, always so… stressful. And messy. Michael, a brooding and sarcastic fifteen year-old, was the oldest brother now. Then came Lucifer, generous and brave, yet slightly self-centred, at the age of thirteen. After him came headstrong and confident Raphael, at the age of eleven, who was followed by the cheeky, fun loving, nine year old baby-of-the-family Gabriel.
“Alright, boys, off to bed with all of you.” God snapped his fingers, and the dinner table was riddened of squashed peas and stabbed steaks. Gabriel was always in awe of this, and each time he tried to hide something like a plate, it always disappeared in his arms. But Michael moaned angrily.
“But Da-ad, I’m FIFTEEN now!” He got to his feet and slammed his hands down on the table. Raphael and Lucifer jumped, slightly shocked, but Gabriel giggled.
“I don’t care if you’re one hundred years old, Michael, you go to bed when I tell you to. Now go to bed, pronto, all of you.” God clapped his hands. The boys got into a row and shuffled off to bed.
At that moment, Castiel speared Balthazar through the back, eyes cold, as if all the light had left them.
Balthazar gasped in pain, as the heat from the blade ran up his shattering spine. Sam and Dean watched in shock, but Gabriel ran forward, and grabbed the blonde angels shirt, as he shook vigorously.
“BALTHAZAR! Stay with me, you’re not dying today. If I can live through an archangel blade, you can too, right, Balthy? Come on. Don’t leave!” Gabriel’s voice was firm, yet a pleading undertone shaded his tough-guy act.
“Gabriel… Gabriel, I’m sorry…” Balthazar’s smooth, british voice was choked. Gabriel tried to hold himself, but he couldn’t. They were the only two angels left, now that Castiel had changed, and Raphael had died.
“Don’t you dare leave me. Come on. You can stand through this. You’re tough…” Gabriel’s voice was quivering. Balthazar’s eyes were flashing silver, as the life slowly drained from him.
“No. Don’t go. Please… we’re the only two left…” Gabriel’s voice broke, and tears filled his eyes. “You’re my best friend, Balthy…”
Balthazar went limp in Gabriel’s arms, and Sam and Dean watched in horror, sympathy as the archangel fell to his knees, clutching the empty vessel of his last brother.
hold me someone
Just reblogging my own shit graphics that made people cry, don’t mind me.
[[Superwho]]- The Pandorica’s inmate.
Goodnight my angel…
or at least i think so