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Eden’s Gate: The Mother Chapter 13 - Are There God? It’s Me A Winchester

Warnings: Witchcraft?? Some Angst

Word count: 1.9k

Where it all began. 

Summary: Mandy and Dawana cast the spell to shield her from Chuck and work against the Project to take them down. 

Guest OCs: Dawn Floyd (FC: Anna Diop), Camille Floyd (FC: Tati Gabrielle)

Guest Characters: Raphael [Supernatural; female vessel]

Note: Sorry for the delay on the chapters, I'm working on other writing projects and dealing with work and class.

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“I wish to know about your past” Joseph tells Mandy, standing in the middle of his church. Cupping her cheeks, looking down at her. 

She takes a deep breath, looking up at him. “I-I’ve. I’ve killed people” she starts off, trying to keep herself from crying. “I’ve killed people. Innocent people. I wish to forget about it. Forget about it all, like it never happened”. 

He runs one of his hands through her hair, showing her comfort. While his other hand cups her cheek. 

“I’ve done bad things to people, I lost my girls because of it” she mutters, looking away from him. She’s not even acting anymore, this shit is all fucking legit, she’s hurting her own feelings just by telling him all of this. 

Reliving the painful memories she had to go through. Whether it was from 13 years ago, 20 years ago, or 7 and a half months ago, she’s feeling and hearing everything single word, and it still hurts her. No matter how strong she tries to be. 

Knowing she has to wait all of this out until the New Moon. She must be patient. Remembering that Raphael left something for her under her pillow, she goes to the room, her and Joseph share, and checks underneath her pillow. 

She finds her deceased husband’s journal. She smiles at it, unwraps the string that keeps it closed and opens it. Reading through it, Joel’s handwriting was always easy to read, it was neat, clean and he also had a very steady hand. Other than the monsters he hunted, he wrote about his life. 

His kids Paige and Katella, Mandy, his younger brother Brent, his childhood and upbringing. Trying to hold back her tears, a part of her wishes she could have her husband back. She knows he watches over her, and their daughters. 

1 month later. 

The New Moon is here, only 12 hours to go until 3 am. With the help of Dawana and her 14 year old daughter Camille. Mandy has everything for the spell. 

She had to keep a low profile from the Voodoo Priestess until the New Moon. Giving her instructions on where to meet her and the correct time to, and angle of the moon. That sort of stuff. 

The spell must be done as it should be, no screws up, can’t waste any time with this spell. Every second counts. They have their location ready, and all the supplies they need. 

Standing next to Joseph for his Sunday sermon, the church filled with his loyal followers. His Children, what he calls them. 

Listening to every word he says, thinking about the utter betrayal she is about to bring to the Project. Turning her back on them, stabbing them in back. 

Helping out the Resistance and the Whitetail Militia. 

With only 10 hours left, she keeps her low profile by being with Joseph for the rest of the day. 

Raphael appeared to her a few times that day to check up on her. Knowing that he’s risking a lot for his human, and a chance that’ll be cast out of Heaven for his disloyalty. Withdrawn from his wings and grace. Being deprived of his angelic powers, and living as a human on Earth. 

Being on the same boat as his older brother Lucifer. 

“You know I’m taking a huge unforgivable risk for you” he tells Mandy. Standing next to her while Joseph does his sermon in the filled church with his brothers and sister behind him.  

“I know” she responds to him in her mind. Looking over at the 3rd Archangel for a split second before turning back to The Father. 

“There’s a risk of me being cast out of Heaven for this disloyalty” he tells her, “God is too busy creating multiple universes and worlds to see this betrayal you, Dawana and myself are planning”. 

She knows all the risks, all God has to do is check on her situation, and see what she’s plotting. Then the next thing she knows there’s a huge mushroom cloud in the sky, and bombs are going off. Killing and wiping out all life on Earth. 

“I know, but a part of me feels like we’ll pull this off” she tells him in her mind, “We’ll get away with this, so called heist”. 

He looks at her with slight fear in his eyes, Archangels are Heaven’s most powerful weapon, they’re loyal soldiers to God. They’re his eldest children. Slightly more powerful than the average Angels, like Castiel, Balthazar, Samandriel, Anael and Gadreel. 

Raphael was always the introverted one of the Archangels, he kept to himself. He did his duties as one of Chuck’s strongest and powerful warriors. He always tried to be one of the loyal ones, like his older brother Michael. He wanted to be on his Father’s good side, the one thing he feared and that includes all Angels. Arch nor not, the one thing they all feared was being cast out of Heaven. Losing their wings and their grace. 

Leaving Heaven for a short time, like visiting Earth, and leaving Heaven completely are two different things. 

Within milliseconds he could go from being Heaven’s most powerful weapon to being an average weak human. Just by taking away his powers and wings. 

*****

After Joseph’s sermon, him and Mandy have a private conversation away from the others. 

“Amanda, I wish to speak with you privately” he tells her. She nods her head, and they go to their shared home. 

Inside the kitchen, he tells her about The Voice, in which she knows that it's Chuck talking to him.

“The Voice, God, he’s telling me about the New World. How everything will be. How you and I will be. He told me that the world is on the brink. That the world is on fire. Something is coming. I can feel it, you can feel it, can’t you?”. 

She nods, “Yes, I feel it. I feel the overwhelming tension it brings. Almost like an explosion of hot, burning air. That is toxic, but will make the world clean and free of sin”. 

He nods his head, agreeing with every word she says, “That is how it ends, with time, we will march to the Gates of Eden to our New World. The world God created for us”. 

Seeing how convinced and determined he is about the New World. Seeing how Chuck has convinced him about the Collapse. The End. The Reckoning. 

Telling him to save as many souls as he can for the Collapse, building bunkers to keep his people safe from the cleansing explosions. Being a modern day Noah, or Hell if you want to hear something that is older than Noah and the Ark. 

The Epic of Gilgamesh in Mesopotamian mythology, and history. Which is also 800-2,000 years older than the story of Noah and the Ark, where the story is basically the exact same thing, just different time periods, while one is based on facts with evidence, and the other is a fictional story from a book of stories. 

*****

With only 5 in half hours until 3am. Mandy gets another visit from Raphael in her home with Joseph. 

“Less than 6 hours Mandeline” he reminds her. She sighs, “I know. I’m just waiting it out”. 

“You know where to go?” he asks. She nods, “Yes, I know where to go. The land that is in the southern part of the Henbane River. It’s isolated from everything”. 

“Prosperity” he tells her, “It’s quiet and no one ever goes there”. 

She nods, “Does Dawana know where it is?”. 

“Yes, she knows where to go” he tells her, “She knows what time to get there. Just before the New Moon passes”. 

Mandy waits it out until 3am. It’s gonna be a long wait, most of the Cult, including Joseph didn’t sleep that night, he was busy working and writing sermons in the church. 

At around 1am, she told Joseph she was gonna go to sleep. An hour and 30 minutes later, Raphael visits her again. Teleporting the both of them to the south end part of the Henbane River. 

Prosperity, a ghost town that was abandoned by its owner so that he could take over his dead rival’s town Falls End in Holland Valley all out of spite. 

20 minutes until 3am, Dawana arrives with her daughter Camille who is a Voodoo Priestess in training. 

“We still have time to set up” Dawana tells Mandy, “This is my daughter Camille”. 

Mandy smiles at her, she’s probably the same age as her eldest daughter Paige. 

They set up their altar, making a circle of candles and lighting all of them. 

“Okay so we all take each other's hands and we say the verse together, in sync or else the spell won’t work” Dawana informs Mandy and her daughter.  

They all join hands, and wait for the New Moon to appear. Raphael stands away from them, watching them from 10 feet away. Hoping this will turn out the way Mandy said it would. As soon as the New Moon appears, as a white ring like shape in the sky, they all, at the same time, cite the verse in Enochian. Looking up at the New Moon. 

“Uranun Caripe Baglen Olgemeganza de-Noan Chiis Gosaa Zamicmage Oleol Ag-Sapah arphe, Oresa ethamz taa”. 

The wind starts to pick up, the candles stay in tack, not blowing out or in the direction of the wind. Still looking up at the moon. 

“Tabegisoroch, Zodinu, Ar zurah paremu. Zodimibe papnorge maninua zonac. Dodsih hoxmarch trian amonons pare Das Niis kures”. 

They finished the ritual, the night standing in complete silence for a brief moment. Standing inside the circle of candles, they ring of the New Moon shining down on them, making a perfect circle of moon light around their circle of lit candles.

“Is that it?” Mandy whispers, breaking the silence. Right after she asks that, a loud rumble is heard off in the distance, sounding like thunder, or the Horn of Gabriel. A lightning strike lights up the sky for a brief moment. 

“It worked” Camille whispers. Out of seemingly nowhere, a strong wind flies by, blowing out all the candles, leaving them in complete darkness.

“Raphael did it work?” Mandy asks the Archangel. 

“Yes, you are invisible to God now” he replies, answering her question.

He takes her back to Joseph's compound, before anyone could notice she was gone. 

Before he leaves, he tells her, “I’ll be sure to keep an eye on you from Heaven. Now that you’re invisible from God, you can work against the Project. Also Chuck won’t be able to see you. He’ll see another you”. 

She nods, “Yeah I believe you told me that already. He’ll see me doing my duties as The Mother”. 

The silence between the two, the sound of peggies talking outside on the compound property. 

“Get some rest, and do your bidding against the Project” he tells her, “I’ll check back on you within the next couple of days”. 

The sound of his wings fluttering, making a small breeze within the house, and he disappears. Leaving Mandy in the small kitchen of her home. 

[infamousoverwatch]

Clichés: Chapter 1

A Reaper/Gabriel Reyes x Reader Office AU fic. Originally written for lilith-chii’s contest, but I couldnt finish it in time and instead sent in a soldier 76 smut piece lol. Still not finished, so it’ll be divided into chapters

Work was busier than usual. So many reporters have been trying to get interviews with the co-presidents of Overwatch since the big announcement of the joining of Overwatch and Talon. Two separate companies suddenly merging together was quite the big fuss. After Rico Reyes passed away last month, ownership of his weapons company was passed to his favorite son, Gabriel. Despite the fact that Gabe had left the family business ten years ago to join Overwatch. Now the billionaire ex vice president of Overwatch was the co-president of… Overwatch. They decided not to change the name. Though Talonwatch does have a ring to it. Or maybe Overtalon? Nah, not as catchy.

Overwatch was a much larger company than Talon, so it’s not entirely unusual for the two to combine. Though it’s less of a combination and more of Overwatch swallowing up the resources Talon provides. As the secretary of the president and vice president (now co-president), you had your hands full. Emails, phone calls, lawyers, and reporters that thought they could just prance in and get an instant meeting with Mister Reyes or Mister Morrison. Such was the case now. A reporter for some women’s magazine just pranced right in and stalked right up to your desk, standing haughtily in front of you.

“I’m here to get an interview with Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes. Now please.” The nameless reporter spoke, tapping a perfectly manicured nail against your desk.

“I’m sorry, but Mister Reyes and Mister Morrison are currently in a very important meeting. I’d be happy to try to add you into their schedule, though.” You informed with a polite (and absolutely fake) smile. She looked appalled, absolutely confused that she had just been told no.

“I’m sure their meeting could wait. I’m from a very important magazine, ‘Eyecandy,’ I’m sure you’ve heard of it, yes? This interview simply can’t wait. Why don’t you go get them and tell them who I am and we can have this interview right now?” The woman didn’t so much ask as she did command.

“Oh, and get me an ice water while you’re at it, will you? I need to use the little ladies’ room.” With the toss of her hair, she turned around and strutted down the hall, where the bathrooms were.

What a bitch. She was obviously raised wealthy, never having been turned down before. She likely used her good looks and demanding attitude to get what she wanted. It was incredibly unlikely that she would leave without speaking to the co-presidents, and you didn’t really want to deal with her any more than you already had. You had work to do. A lot of it. So you got up and went to the meeting room right in between their offices, knocking gently on steel door. No response, only faint mumblings from inside, but the room was rather soundproof.

Taking a chance, you cracked open the door and peeked inside, hoping it would be enough to catch their attention. However, it seems like you walked in on an argument, and it didn’t seem to be a productive one either.

“Su traje es mierda y no le queda, lápiz blanco!”

“Stop yelling at me in Spanish, you know I don’t understand what you’re saying!”

“Estúpido!”

“Ok I understood that.”

When Gabriel was really angry, he would only speak in his native tongue, Spanish. Poor Jack, who only had a toddler’s understanding of the language, would just be confused. This was usually where you stepped in, convinced them to calm down and then talk about whatever made them angry in the first place. It was usually who ate the last slice of pizza for lunch or who took the last donut. They were like children and it was your job to play parent.

“Um…” You interrupted loudly enough to be heard over Gabriel’s spanish cursing, drawing their eyes to you. They stared, waiting for you to continue.

“There’s a lady that claims to be important and doesn’t seem to wanna leave until she gets an interview.” You informed them, awkwardly biting your lip afterward and hoping Gabriel wouldn’t yell at you for not immediately sending her away, dealing with her yourself. But there was only silence.

“I’ll deal with her. Gabe, try to calm down and when I come back, we can talk about this. In English, please. Or I’ll get my spanish dictionary if that’s not possible.” Jack determined, casting a sly look at Gabriel before walking out, buttoning the three buttons of his suit jacket while he walked. You stared after him, eyes glancing down at the ass hidden within dark blue slacks. ‘My God, does that man work out.’ You thought, a blush quickly rising to your cheeks as you realized you were still staring.

“Oye chica, stop looking at Jack’s ass.” Gabriel’s booming voice startled you, and forced you to turn to face him, brain quickly sputtering excuses as to why you were staring after your boss. None of them made it to your mouth, and you instead stood there with a stupid look on your face, red as a tomato.

“Si vas a estar mirando el trasero de alguien, debería ser mío.” He muttered to himself, grinning.

“What?” You asked as you forced your blush down and walked into the room, closing the door behind you and hoping that Jack would be able to handle that bitchy reporter. He was such a nice guy, you were worried that he wouldn’t be able to say no to her, and then try and pack the interview into his already packed schedule, thus losing sleep and overworking himself.

“Nothing, (Y/N).” Gabriel lamented. He looked over the documents splayed across the conference table, his face turning grim and a snarl pulling up his lip. With a growl, he swiped his arm across the desk and the papers went flying onto the floor.

“Esta mierda es ridícula!” He cursed angrily.

“What’s going on?” You questioned quietly, so as not to spark his anger. The tension in his shoulders relaxed, and he turned to face the windowed wall that looked out onto the city below them, a pained expression reflecting in the glass.

This.... was unusual. Gabriel was rarely so somber. Though he and Jack were incredibly professional most of the time, Gabriel was always the one throwing in jokes and pranks, constantly teasing not only Jack and you, but the rest of the office too. To see him this serious and this furious was definitely new, and a bit worrying.

“You know my father died and left me all of Talon in his will. His lawyer just revealed to me a condition I previously had no knowledge of.” He paused, either wondering how to continue or just doing it for dramatic effect. You waited patiently, staring at his back while he continued to face the window.

“He wants me to get married. I have to be married in the next sixth months in order to officially inherit the company, or it goes to our business rivals, the Omnic Corporation.” He sighed.

“Oh,” You gasped, “Oh wow.”

Silence fell over the room, awkward and deafening. If you sprained your ears, could hear the shrill voice of the reporter cooing at Jack. Maybe that’s why she was here, because she heard about it and wanted to interview him about it.

And maybe, just maybe your heart panged a little. Because maybe you have a small, tiny, little crush on one of your bosses. And maybe it was Gabriel Reyes. And maybe you knew he obviously would never choose to marry you, because he’d obviously marry someone of equal or better wealth to improve the company. Definitely not his super average, low middle-class secretary.

“So, what are you gonna do then?” You asked him, eyes trailing his movements as he took off his suit jacket, throwing it across the nearest chair, then loosening the silky blood red tie around his neck, and popping open the top few buttons of the white dress shirt, exposing his dark collarbone and oh no, you were definitely not thinking about swiping your tongue across the indents of his collarbone.

‘Focus, focus, focus!’ You thought to yourself, demanding your eyes to tear away from his exposed skin, instead moving to look at the paperwork scattered on the floor. Determined to keep yourself busy so as to avoid not so pure daydreams, you walked over to where Gabriel stood, leaning against the table.

“We could use lawyers and try to sort it out? I mean, there has to be a loophole or something in there, right?” You suggested as you bent over to pick up the papers, wondering if they were in a specific order. The pages weren’t numbered… hopefully this wouldn’t be a problem.

He didn’t answer, but you could feel his eyes on you. That powerful gaze that left a tingling sensation. Maybe he hadn’t heard you? You finished picking the papers up and gently knocked them on the desk to make them into a neat stack. Just as you were about to repeat yourself, he spoke.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess that’s what we’ll have to do.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. Gabriel watched as you set the papers on the table, your hand resting on top of the stack to make sure it doesn’t move from the ceiling fan. You looked up at him and smiled reassuringly, and when you looked back at the papers, his hand was resting atop of yours. His hand was big, and the skin rough; covered in scars and callouses from his army days. You had imagined those hands running down your body, grabbing you and holding you. Fingers teasing and going inside of your- ‘Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, oh my god, stop!’ Your mind screamed at you as your face heated up, undoubtably red.

The way he was looking at you wasn’t doing anything to stop the vivid fantasies running through your mind. Neither was the smile he gave you as he pat your head, like holy shit, those teeth could blind somebody in the right light. Oh your heart was about to burst out of your chest and you just prayed that he couldn’t hear it.

“You should go check on Jack, he’s been out there for a while. I got a fuck ton of work to do. Cancel all my meetings and make sure no one bothers me, alright?” He commanded, smile dropping from his face, expression hardening as he grabbed his jacket and left the room, leaving you stunned and red faced.

You took a moment to compose yourself, forcing your blush away. Shit, you had it bad.

Translations:

“Su traje es mierda y no le queda, lápiz blanco!”

Your suit is shitty and it doesn’t fit, you white crayon!

“Estúpido!”

Idiot!

“Si vas a estar mirando el culo de alguien, debería ser mío.”

If you’re going to be looking at someone’s ass, it should be mine.

“Esta mierda es ridícula!”

This shit is ridiculous!

Let me know if theres any mistakes in grammar, spelling, or the translations. Thanks for reading! I’ll try to get the next chapter out soon.