Something was different. He didn't know what it was but there was something that was off and if anything it made the hunter even more antsy. He twitched once, wondering where Sam was and where he was, all of that would be nice to know. If someone didn't wake him up and give him answers someone was going to get punched in the face.

"Wait! I think he's wakin up!"

The voice was one that he recognized, wasn't sure who it belonged to and it sounded different, but he recognized it.

Green eyes op ened slowly, blinking at the bright light that filled the room. Once his gaze adjusted to the light he looked down in the direction of the voice and he was immediately on his guard. There, sitting crossed legged on his bed was a young teenager, short, not very strong looking, familiar whiskey eyes and brown hair that still fell in the same style it would fall if he were older.

He was younger then he remembered, and his earth clothes had been traded in for a simple white robe and golden sash going over one shoulder to wrap around his waist. Golden wings were folded gently behind his back. He smiled happily at the hunter and turned to look at someone above his head. Dean's attention spun around to another angel that was leaning against the wall above his head, his robes were just as simple as the younger angels on his other side, his wings a forest green.

He pulled a blade from his sleeve, and the reaction was instantaneous.

The one on the wall slammed back, frightened as he should be, his hand skimmed over a red stone, that lit at his touch. A door slammed open and the younger angel on his bed let out a startled sound as he was lifted up and away. Pulled into the arms of an archangel whom had not changed very much at all since he'd seen him last.

Lucifer.

The blonde haired angel at his side looked at him with the eyes of a warrior as well as the eyes of an older brother. He was calm as he lifted a hand to calm the hunter in the bed.

"Raphael, what happened? Gabriel we told you not to get too close, did we not? Where did he get one of those blades?"

Dean's eyes widened as the names sunk in, where the hell was he. The angel standing behind him moved forward, swiftly making it to the elder archangels side. Though the blonde had tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible but Dean himself was an older brother and therefore recognized the slight movement as the younger angel was pulled behind him.

"I do not know Michael. Gabriel was just sitting on the bed when his eyes started fluttering open. He looked at us and started freaking out. That blade does look familiar though, does Balthazar still have his?"

The blonde, Michael, looked over at the dark haired angel holding Gabriel close to him, glaring at the hunter with heated eyes at the actions he had made against his brothers. Michael rolled his eyes fondly, reaching over to whack him gently across the head. Rapheal and Gabriel laughed at the look of indignation that was shot towards the elder.

"Oh don't give me that look, and quit glaring at the man as he is a guest and that is rude"

The dark haired angel muttered into Gabriel's hair. Michael raised a single perfect eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"Lucifer, get Balthazar, I want to know if this is his blade or not"

Dean shot up at the name. He had always suspected Lucifer to have the blonde hair and Michael to have the dark hair. Gabriel chose that moment to make his presence known as he began to wiggle around in his older brothers arms. Lucifer tried to adjust his hold but it was of no use.

"Luci put me down, I'm not a fledgling any more!"

Michael chuckled lowly as Lucifer set the younger archangel on his feet once more. Lucifer looked at him with large innocent eyes.

"But Gabby you'll always be that sweet little babe who we found in the flower patch, that cute chubby little babe with the wide golden eyes and his ticklish little tummy"

Raphael was smirking at him from behind Michael's shoulder, eyes a light when his older brother poked at his younger brothers tummy. Gabriel swatted at his older brothers hand mumbling under his breath. Lucifer looked over at the young dark toned angel and waggled his eyebrows at him, wiggling his fingers in mid air at the younger angel, smiling when the younger took a step closer to their older brother.

"Don't make me come over there and give you a reason to giggle behind your little hand Raphie"

Michael took a breath and shot their guest a look of exasperation, running a hand down his face as he turned to wrap an arm around his younger brothers shoulders.

"Lucifer, now I believe you were instructed to go get little Balthy, now if you want me to turn you into a squealing little fledgling in front of our guest I would be more then happy, but if not then I suggest you scurry on out of here..And take Gabriel with you, you know how he gets when he stays in one place too long"

Gabriel smirked at the elder as he walked past, ducking under a hand reached out to ruffle at his hair, and stuck his tongue out as he skipped out the door with Lucifer right on his tail. Michael shook his head fondly at the pair before turning around to look at their guest, his arm snaking around Raphael's shoulders, the younger didn't seem to mind as he leaned further into his older brothers side. This was weird, it was different. Whatever had happened was beyond even him and he didn't like not know things.

Michael wasn't hard, he wasn't barking orders, he wasn't cursing or going on about a war and defeating Lucifer.

And Raphael wasn't a dick, and most importantly he wasn't dead.

No, this was a family. And that's what made Dean confused and concerned.

"I apologize for my brothers, honestly, Lucifer acts worse then Gabriel and he's the actual child. I am confused as to where you obtained that blade, as it resembles my younger brothers greatly and the children his age are not to touch their blades until they are of age, however if it makes you feel more secure then you may keep it with you"

Dean looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"So you'll destroy the world in your fight with you brother, but won't allow a kid to play with a blade? How are they to be your perfect little warrior slaves?"

Michael looked taken aback at his tone and accusation, thoroughly unsure as to what he was talking about. Why would he fight with his younger brother, which one, and why would he destroy the world? He loved the earth as did all of his younger brothers and sisters. Was he speaking of Lucifer, sure they had their disagreements but didn't all brothers have disagreements. Besides he always came out on top when they did and right after they went back to being best friends.

"Why would I fight my younger brother? Which one, I have many? Why destroy the earth, we love the earth? Why would we need warriors and why would I force children to play with their blades?"

Dean looked at him, confused as all get out. He didn't believe that Michael didn't know what he was talking about but the confusion written on his face was genuine. Dean stopped himself from asking any more questions. Michael looked at him for a long moment before looking to the side at his younger brother.

"Raphael, is he ok to move about?"

The younger angel nodded his head slowly, still obviously trying to figure out what he had meant by it. Michael looked conflicted and concerned as he gently rubbed at his younger brothers shoulder. The young healer gazed up at him curiously and Michael smiled down at him gently.

"Why don't you run along and play, I am sure that Joshua would love if you showed him the new flowers you had put in the gardens"

Raphael spared the strange man on the bed a look before gazing up at his older brother. Dean watched as the mighty archangel smiled gently, pressed a kiss to the younger angels forehead, and ushered him to the door.

"I shall be fine little brother"

The healer nodded before squeezing his brothers bicep in a strange form of a hug and heading out the door. Michael waited until his brother had shut the door behind him before turning back to the man in the bed. He offered him a hand up, much to Dean's amazement to which the hunter also took, and helped him to his feet.

"You do not have wings and I do not recognize your face"

"You think you would know me?"

"I have many younger siblings and I know each and everyone by their names, personally even, but I do not recognize you. As you can tell from my brothers, I am Michael"

"I know who you are"

Michael looked at him startled but was trained enough not to let it show. He nodded slowly as he turned back towards the door.

"We should go see Father, He will know what to do"

Michael led him down the hall, side by side, intending on heading to his Father's Throne Room. He thought for a moment before turning back to the man walking next to him, in the strange clothes and the angel blade that did not belong to him.

"I apologize for my rudeness, I have introduce myself but have forgotten to ask for your name"

The man looked up at him, "My names Dean."

"Dean Winchester"


Sooo? Where's Dean? What happened? Where's Sam? What's God going to say?

AND!

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