"Damn it! I was wrong... What is it? Ice hockey game?" Eden frowned, seeing Chuck, dressed in nothing but a t-shirt, his boxers and some thick blue socks, with his feet up on the map table, shoveling Chinese noodles into his mouth with chopsticks.
"Wanna watch it with me?" He asked with his mouth full, nodding over to the seat next to him.
"No, thank you." Eden replied.
"Hey, Chuck." Dean gave a small smile. "We, um, found someone - think he's the next Prophet."
"Neat-O." Chuck replied with poorly faked enthusiasm.
"Is that my computer?" The Winchester frowned, looking at the laptop.
"I've never seen so much porn." The deity gave a disapproving look. "Not in one sitting."
Eden scrunched up her nose in disgust, sitting down where Chuck had offered.
Dean was at a loss for words.
"Uh... Se- I'm gunna..." He leaned down, closing the laptop with as little physical contact as possible. "So, uh, listen, he's a little nutted out over the whole booga-booga of it all. So, maybe just dial back the 'God' stuff."
Chuck gave an understanding nod, clicking his tongue as he gave a thumbs up and a wink.
Dean glanced down.
"No pants on..." He uttered under his breath as Sam and Donatello came through the Bunker door. "Sam?"
"Yep." The younger brother called, leading Donatello down the stairs. "Alright, you're safe." He said, just as the man tripped down the stairs.
Chuck rose from his seat, still eating his noodles.
"Donatello." He greeted. "Good to see ya. Sorry about your cat."
"You... You know me?" Donatello asked, slightly astounded.
"I made you. I made all of you - except her." Chuck gestured to Eden, who waved. "Even the ones who aren't born yet."
"So much for cooling it on the God stuff." Eden muttered. "Wait, you didn't make me?"
"Na, looking back on it, I think Amara had something to do with that too." Chuck shrugged.
Eden's brows raised at the casually dropped revelation.
"Oh my God..." Donatello breathed, taking a step back only to bump into Sam. "It's you. Uh, good to meet you, sir, your celestial magnificence, you- your all-"
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." Sam patted his shoulder. "He just kinda goes by 'Chuck.'"
"So... We good? Y'all signed up?" Chuck asked, shoving some more noodles into his mouth.
"Uh... I guess you know I was an Atheist... Until ten minutes ago. Is that an issue?" Donatello asked nervously.
"Not for me." Chuck shrugged. "I mean, I believe in me. But your sceptism is to be expected. I did include free will in the kit." He chuckled, patting Donatello's arm. "Welcome aboard."
"Uh, Eden, a word?" Dean nodded over towards the library.
The girl rose from her seat as Sam and Dean walked towards her.
"So, uh, we've gotta go meet Metatron, see what he wants. Could you hold down the fort here?" The older brother asked in a hushed tone.
"You want me to babysit the new Prophet and God whilst you go do something that could potentially be far more entertaining?" Eden cocked a brow.
"Uh, yeah, basically." Dean replied. "Look, you're good at mediating, alright? Plus, Chuck craps his pants everytime you go near him, so we know he won't do anything to push your buttons... Please?"
Eden gave a half groan, half sigh.
"Fine. But, you owe me so big, it's not even funny."
"Thanks. You're the best." Dean grinned, giving her a kiss on the cheek before walking off.
"We'll try not to take too long." Sam gave her a smile, leaning down to kiss her lips.
"You better not." She smirked, watching as the pair walked off towards the stairs. "Alright kids, looks like its quality time with Aunty Eden - or niece Eden, I suppose in your case, Chuck. The boys have some errands to run."
"Okay, cool. Maybe I can continue making it up to you in the meantime." Chuck smiled, placing his finished noodle pot down on the map table. Donatello gave a confused look. "Oh, uh, I may have done some questionable things to my niece, here, in the past. I kinda owe her."
"And that just about covers all you need to know without me having to give you my entire life story." Eden clapped her hands together. "Please, take a seat. Would you like a drink?"
"Sure. Whatever you've got." Donatello hesitantly replied as he sat one seat away from Chuck.
"Well, it'd only take a second to go get it, so whatever your heart desires." Eden cocked a playful brow. "Do you drink?"
"I do now..." The man sighed.
"I've got just the thing." Eden smirked before disappearing.
Donatello looked around the room in shock as if that would supply him with some answers.
"She'll probably do that a lot." Chuck told him.
Eden reappeared with a bottle of sixty year old Scotch and two glasses, holding them up to Chuck, who nodded.
She poured, sliding the glasses to each of the men before disappearing and reappearing with a glass of blood.
"Wha... What is that?" Donatello asked. "It looks like-"
"Human blood." Eden finished for him as she sat down at the head of the map table.
"It's what she lives off of." Chuck informed him, holding up his glass. "Cheers."
"You, uh, mentioned - in the car - that you have... Wings?" The Prophet spoke up after downing the whiskey in one.
"Curious?" Eden smirked.
Donatello gave a hesitant shrug.
"You're gunna like this." Chuck smiled as Eden stood back up, standing by the huge archway that led to the library.
She rolled her shoulder back, revealing her impressive wingspan.
Donatello's eyes widened so much, they thought they might pop out of their sockets.
"Holy..." He breathed. "I was expecting them to be white."
"Eden was my sister's creation. I am light, she is the dark. My Angels? Humans can't see their wings, only their shadows because they're made from pure light celestial energy. But Eden's you can see because she's made from the dark." Chuck explained.
"That's... Incredible." The Prophet scoffed with disbelief as Eden shook her wings away. "But... And apologies if I offend, but shouldn't being dark make you... Evil?"
"I'm morally grey, so the Winchesters say, but not evil, no. I make it my eternal life's mission to not be." Eden replied.
"Dark doesn't always mean evil. Just like light doesn't always mean good." Chuck added as the girl sat back down.

Endless questions and chats ensued, mostly led by Chuck until Eden got a text from Dean, asking if Chuck could meet him somewhere.
And so Chuck left Eden and Donatello to make conversation and drink. Most of their topics included what Donatello did for a living - his work as a chemist and how he got interested in such a topic.
When Chuck eventually returned, his face was grave.
"What's wrong?" Eden frowned.
"Your boys met with Metatron." He replied, walking over to sit back down opposite her. "Though, I'm guessing you knew about that."
"I did." Eden nodded. "Anything I should know about?"
"Probably, but Dean will probably fill you in when he gets back." Chuck said, pouring himself another drink.

The next day, the boys returned home. Dean went straight to the kitchen, coming back with drinks.
"I got you a beer. I don't know if you drink." He said to Donatello as he handed him one of the bottles.
"I didn't, but I guess I'm already one bottle of aged Scotch down, so here's to that." The man sighed.
Dean gave Eden a glance.
"I offered him a drink, I surprised him." She shrugged.
"You never get the good stuff out for me." The Winchester frowned.
"You never ask." Eden retorted. "So, what did Metatron have to say?"
"Well," Dean started, placing another bottle of beer opposite where he was sitting for Sam. "I don't know if Chuck is leaning our way."
"What do you mean?" Eden's brows knitted together.
"Chuck's gunna sacrifice himself to Amara in the hopes that she'll calm down if he's out of the picture. I'm thinking, if we do get Lucifer for the added muscle, then... Maybe he'll play ball." The Winchester thought aloud.
"But I thought they hated each other." Donatello said.
"Yeah, they do..." Dean mumbled, putting the beer bottle to his lips to take a large swig.
"Wow... I so miss being an Atheist." The Prophet commented, also sipping his beer as Sam came in from outside.
"Alright, Metatron, make it quick, don't touch anything." He said when he got to the bottom of the stairs.
"You brought that egotistical moron here?" Eden glared at the man coming down to their level.
"Pleasure to see you again too, Eden." Metatron smiled. "Dean! Thanks for inviting me."
"Inviting you? You've been circling the building all night. You sent me two hundred text messages with dumbass emojis. You're lucky I didn't send Eden out there to char-grill your eyeballs. You've got three minutes." Dean grumbled.
Sam took a seat next to Eden, leaning over to kiss her temple before putting his feet up on the map table and taking her hand.
"So, you were the one I heard outside... Damn, if I'd have known it was you, I would've gone out there and buried you alive, myself." Eden gave a bitter-sweet smile.
Metatron's gaze found the Prophet. He wandered over to him with a grin, pointing a finger at him.
"Donatello! Pleasure to meet you." The scribe said, shaking the man's hesitant hand. "Metatron; Scribe of God. I was there when you were designed. I wrote your name on the inside of the Angels' eyelids."
"He's freaking me out." Donatello looked to Dean.
"Okay, you said you wanted to help." The older brother interjected, looking up at the scribe. "Besides world-class douchery, what do you have to offer?"
"Oh, nothing. I just transcribed the Angel tablet and know all the spells. And I know what makes Amara tick. And I had a relationship with the big guy for eons. Shall I keep going?" Metatron retorted, sitting down on the side of Sam Eden wasn't sat on, stealing his beer.
"Hey, ah, that's mine!" The younger brother protested, taking his feet off the table and snatching the beer back before Metatron was able to take a sip. "As much as I hate to admit this, he kinda has a point."
"I don't know." Dean mumbled.
"Oh, jeez." Metatron scoffed. "You need all the help you can get. Even douche help."
"Wait a second, since when did you jump on the 'God' wagon?" The older brother asked. "You never used to give a damn."
"I didn't, at one time." The scribe replied. "Now he's gone all kamikaze, leaving us with the Darkness, I... I was by his side since the creation. He believed in me. If there's something I can do to help save him - and his creation, then... It seems like I should."
A sadness filled the air all of a sudden. Metatron seemed to be being sincere.
Dean gave a small nod.
"The plan is to rescue Lucifer from Amara." He said. "Then he teleports us out of Amara's hideout and we convince Chuck to use him to fight her."
Metatron gave a hissed laugh.
"That's your plan? Do you even know where Amara is?" He asked.
"Um, I think I might know where she is." Donatello raised his hand, drawing everyone's attention to him. "I've been getting this vibe; it's like a ping in my cerebral cortex."
"Oh, so, either Amara or a stroke." The scribe retorted.
Eden clicked her fingers. When Metatron went to talk again, he couldn't. He glared to the Dark Angel, who smirked.
"God, I wish I could do that in our last meeting." She commented, earning breathy chuckles from the Winchesters.
The scribe raised his hand, a pleading look in his face.
Eden rolled her eyes, snapping her fingers again.
"Jeez, touchy, much?" Metatron scoffed. Eden went to snap her fingers once more. "Ah, ah, ah, no wait! I just wanted to ask how we plan on keeping Amara busy while we're liberating Lucifer."
"That's on me." Dean replied.
"The Hell it is." Eden frowned. "I'll do it. If she wants to prove to me in some way that she's still the Aunty Amara I adored as a child, then she can."
"No, we'll probably need you to help us with Lucifer." Sam said.
"Oh, yes. Because me and Lucifer in the same room's worked out so well in the past." Eden cocked a brow.
"Eden, please... If nothing else, we could probably use your strength. If Cas' vessel is half as bad as Dean saw it to be, then he's likely going to need carrying out." Sam sighed. "Or... If it doesn't go our way and Amara comes back too soon, you can try and talk her down or be our back-up distraction."
The girl huffed.
"Fine..."

Armed with the Impala and Sam at the wheel, they found Amara's 'chamber'. Eden had zapped over there and sent over her co-ordinates. It was some sort of factory add on - a colossal circular silo-type structure that certainly hadn't appeared circular when she was in there the first time.
"Thank you for not going in until we got here." Sam told her, walking over to hug her.
"Believe me, it was tempting." Eden sighed.
With Metatron and Donatello out of the car and ready as they'd ever be, they walked in.

Inside, Lucifer was chained to the centre of the building with his arms outstretched as though he were the original Messiah. His face was battered and scarred, his head hung low from lack of energy.
As they walked down a makeshift ramp leading down to the main area, Lucifer lifted his head, squinting at the daylight seeping in from outside.
"Oh, goodie. Larry, Curly... And my precious Eden. Search and rescue?" He greeted through a fat lip. As Metatron ran to him and began untying him, he looked up to see Donatello. "Oh, wow. It's one of dad's favourites. Your ticket finally got punched, huh? It's wacky isn't it? One minute, you're nobody. And then 'shazam', you're Joan of Arc. Let's hope this ends better than that."
"Alright, can the small talk." Sam ordered. "We're busting you out of here."
"Well, seems fair. Since I wouldn't be here if you lunatics hadn't set me up to be grabbed by Amara." Lucifer retorted as the scribe began to chant something under his breath.
"You're gunna help us take her down." The Winchester told him. "If you say no, we'll just leave you here in Abu Ghraib."
"Please say no." Eden smirked.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you, dearest? Why would I say no? You see what she's done to me?" The Devil sneered. "Do I look like a fan?!"
"I thought you were into the kinky games." Eden shrugged.
"Only when it's you." Lucifer replied.
"Yes, well, never going to happen." The girl glared.
Metatron's chants began to get louder as he tried to free Lucifer from his God-power bonds.
"Did you grab this from the steno pool?" Lucifer grimaced, glancing over to the scribe.
"You understand you'll be working with your father." Sam continued, taking a couple of steps forward. "Is that gunna be a problem?"
"That's family." Lucifer gave a weak smile. "This is bigger."
"So, you'll table all the old stuff?"
"What happens in Heaven stays in Heaven." Lucifer smirked.
The scribe's chants began to get louder again, they seemed struggled and a little forced.
"Metatron, are we getting any closer?" Sam asked. "Dean can't stall forever."
"I'm narrowing it down." Metatron replied between chants.
A minute or so more and Lucifer dropped down from his pedestal with a relieved sigh.
Eden rolled her eyes and walked over, putting his arm over her shoulders to get him down onto ground level.
"Eden, come on, we gotta zap out of here." Sam urged.
She held out her free arm.
"Grab on, kids." She sighed.
Metatron, Donatello and Sam touched her arm and she closed her eyes.
But nothing happened...
"Oh, bollocks..." She breathed. "I think Amara might be onto us."
"Guys, I'm feelin' her!" Donatello announced with a shake of his head. "She's coming!"
"Impala?" Eden looked to Sam.
"Impala." He nodded, walking over to take Lucifer's other side and together they began to walk out. "Alright, Metatron, let's go."
"It's okay, Sam. You go." The scribe replied.
Everyone turned to face him.
"What? Come on!" Sam ordered.
"I'm serious." Metatron's face showed just how true that was. "I got this."
"No, I'll stay. She won't hurt me." Eden huffed, taking Lucifer's arm from around her.
"Can you guarantee that?" Metatron retorted. "You're needed for the fight yet to come, Eden. You might be the missing link God and Lucifer need to take Amara down. Your connection with her will be her undoing. All of you go, before she gets here."
Eden looked back at Sam, who urged her back.
She let out a frustrated cry of anger as she took Lucifer's arm again and vacated the building.
They quickly piled Lucifer into the backseat with Donatello before Sam threw Eden the car keys.
She wheel-span out of there as fast as the horsepower would let her.

They thought they'd made it. They almost had it.
And then Amara appeared in the middle of the road, making Eden slam on the emergency brakes as quickly as her enhanced speed allowed.
As soon as the car came to a stop, she shoved it in reverse. But Amara held out her hand, keeping the Impala steadily in place.
Eden let out a string of curse words as she slapped the steering wheel over and over.
She looked over at Sam.
"You go. I've got this." She uttered eventually, getting out of the car before he could protest.
"You really aren't worth sparing." Amara told the three remaining in the car. "You disappoint me, Eden."
She raised her arms out to do who-knew what. But she never got the chance as the Impala and Eden disappeared.
Eden landed first before the Impala landed on her.
"Ow." She grumbled from under the chassis.
"Eden!" Sam exclaimed, quickly getting out of the car.
"I'm under here." She growled, holding out a hand so he could see.
Sam grabbed it, pulling her out from underneath.
She had a cut on her hairline, leaving a blood trail down to her eyebrow and off the tail end, slipping down the side of her face. Sam examined it, gently touching the area around it.
"Ow, I'm fine. Just... Where the Hell are we?" She frowned, pulling away from him to survey the area - consisting of a dark, all too familiar room.
Sam grabbed her hand, pulling her out to the War room with Lucifer and Donatello in tow.
"We're home." He grinned as Chuck came from the corridor on the other side of the room with a six pack in hand.
"Occasionally, I do answer a prayer." He said, taking one of the beers from the pack and placing the rest on the map table.
"I don't remember praying to be crushed by a bloody Chevy." Eden glared. Chuck looked at the cut on her head and went to snap his fingers. "No, no, I've got it. It's not often I get wounded. I want to let this one do its thing."
"Suit yourself." Chuck shrugged as he and Lucifer made eye contact. He sighed. "You've changed."
"You've changed." Lucifer replied.
"Well, still... I'm really, pretty much, the same." Chuck threw his index finger down as though he were flicking a light switch.
A bright white light came over Lucifer, emphasising his wounds. When it faded, the wounds were gone. Lucifer stood up straight, all but glaring at his father.
"I'm gunna leave this awfully awkward situation and go get Dean..." Eden spoke up, zapping out before anyone could say anything.

"So, that went... Well." She said as she made eye contact with Dean, who was in the middle of a forest.
"You got Lucifer?" He asked.
"We did." Eden nodded.
"What happened to you?" Dean frowned, motioning to her forehead.
"Had Baby dropped on me." The girl shrugged.
Dean's brows raised.
"Is she okay?"
Eden glared at nothing as she ran her tongue along her top teeth.
"I'm fine. Thanks for caring. And yes, she's okay too. Just sat in the middle of the Bunker until Chuck moves her." She huffed, moving over to him. "Come on, let's go re-join the awkward family reunion."
"That bad, huh?" Dean chuckled.
"You have no idea." Eden sighed, grabbing his shoulder before zapping back to the Bunker.