I'm not really sure as to where this one came from but I hope you enjoy in none the less!

Azreal: The angel of death, the young angel of death.

Summery: Older Brothers will do anything to protect the younger ones, Dean sold his soul for his younger brothers safety, what would the older brother of an angel do for their safety?

"Tell me would you kill to save a life?

Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?"

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He had crashed into them. Literally, crashed right into them. Black and blue robes billowing around him, in his full 5 foot 3 inches height. The demons around them laughed at his entrance seeming to underestimate his power and strength. That was a mistake that Sam and Dean Winchester refused to make again.

He may be small, but he was mighty.

The two hunters had only had the privilege of seeing the angel once or twice before this. And those were times when the were in dire need, but they were fine this time. Had it all under control. Darkness spread around the area.

At his side he was wielding two small scythe.

He was a god fighter, excellent in fact. But not even he was perfect. He was quickly overwhelmed, but held his own against all odds.

"Avoid your eyes and cover your ears"

Sam and Dean couldn't do so fast enough. There was one other time where Azreal had told them this particular request. Even with their eyes and ears covered and away they could still hear it, feel it. Azreal's shriek could wake the dead, but also kill the living. A light, so bright that it hurt behind their eye lids, which was ironic because for one to witness it they would say that the light was dark, as soon as the light was there it was gone. Dean risked a glance at angel, a shout coming to his lips but never coming out just as he anticipated.

Azreal was crumpled on the ground. Blood, silver and red, pooling around him into a pond of the substance. Dean broke away from Sam as it hit him. Kid was down. Kid wasn't getting back up. Kid was hurt. He ran until he was close enough to smell the sweet almost tangy odor of his blood. The only thing that kept him from wondering if the kid was dead or not was the moans escaping him.

Whatever had happened, whoever had done this, had done it deliberately. This was planned, what ever it was that was going down.

Even though this was not the time and he was helping Sam stop the bleeding, Dean wondered if this had anything to do with the 'things to do' every other time the kid up and left. Without so much as a word more about it. His attention was pulled from his thoughts at the new odor filling the air.

Sulfur.

Finally gaining his bearings again, did he actually notice his surroundings.

The demons they had been fighting were nothing but puddles. And that left the question, when Azreal had come, did he bring something with him?

Something powerful.

"Dean!"

His attention snapped to Sam, who was looking down at something on the kids back. Writing. Who ever had done this, had left their mark.

It was more then a mark.

It was a message.

"Olet tounut sodan teita"

"What's it say?"

Sam wasn't fluent in Finish, and he wasn't sure who Azreal had managed to piss off, but he knew he could translate it roughly.

"You have brought war upon you"

Sooo? I don't think its very good... could have written it better... Oh well... Hope you enjoyed it! Should I continue it?