Supernatural

God wasn't the only entity that created the angels; you were the origin of all that existed long before God, long before Amará, even before death itself. You were an incredibly beautiful woman who possessed immense power, capable of creating worlds, giving life, and destroying everything, manipulating reality at will. You formed each angel and archangel with their own essence, loving them as your children, and all knew of your existence. But God, who was born from your very energy, feared your love, so he imprisoned you and told everyone that you had destroyed yourself and abandoned them. Unbeknownst to them, they forgot you.

The time came when Amará appeared, a force of destruction and chaos that threatened to end everything. Everyone was gathered: Miguel, Lucifer, and Gabriel united to fight alongside them were Castiel, Dean, Sam Winchester, Crowley, and Rowena, all ready to fight, but nothing worked. Their strength was waning, their bodies were wounded, and they knew they were going to lose. Raphael had died long ago, the day Castiel took the souls from purgatory. Amará advanced unhindered; its power was overwhelming, and they were about to be annihilated when you appeared. With a single movement of your hand, you made Amará disappear completely, erasing its presence instantly. Everyone was speechless, not understanding anything. Dean, Sam, Crowley, and Rowena stared at you in utter confusion; they didn't know who you were or what. You just stared intently at Chuck. Miguel took a step forward, his voice trembling with astonishment. —Mother, no, no, it's not possible! You were dead! God said he had destroyed you! Where have you been all this time? Lucifer approached in anger and pain and shouted at the top of his lungs. —YOU LEFT FOR EONS AND ABANDONED US! THEY MADE US FORGET YOU AND WE SUFFERED WITHOUT YOU. HOW COULD YOU LEAVE US ALONE ALL THIS TIME? You finally looked at each of your children