Summary: With Hell sealed and Heaven open, life is back to normal—as normal as it gets for the Winchesters. This is when the alpha vampire takes the initiative to get revenge. But what are a few vampires to angels? Unfortunately for them, the alpha has a trick up his sleeve that tips the scales. Through the jumble of chaos, Sam and Gabriel are still traveling the earth and dimensions between. Though it's not all bad, at least they have a begrudging warlock on their side…even if he sometimes entertains the thought of flambéing them.

Sequel to The Devil in me Meets the Angel in you

Author's note: Here we go~ In this chapter we get to catch up with everyone and see what they've been up to!

Ch. 1, Spoiler Alert

Heaven was back open for business—pearly gates open and watched over—and a majority of the angels had returned. Surprisingly, it was in the same condition as it had been before the fall. Less surprisingly, the angels were still cranky and Balthazar had been stuck dealing with their crap for one month, two weeks, and five days—you better believe he was counting every minute. How he ever wound up being the go to person, he had no idea. About halfway through the month he had begun deferring people to Ezekiel, along with the other officers that stuck with Gabriel through the war. They were like a bunch of celestial two year olds. 'Why should we listen to you?' 'What do we do?' 'Is this all of us that's left?' 'Why is God still gone?' Then there were the ones that were still angry, whom he always sent to Samandriel, because who could be angry at the most adorable angel in the garrison?

Seeing that the angels tended to be terrible when given free will, they had decided to give them jobs and had effectively turned a corner of Heaven into an office. It was their hope that when given a task and semblance of order that they would keep out of trouble. To Balthazar's amazement, it actually appeared to be working, and when Ezekiel told him he could leave, he took the opportunity and fled with the shreds of sanity he had left.

When he touched down at the manor, he could have kneeled down and kissed the carpet. Speaking of, Balthazar was impressed as he took in the interior of Crowley's manor, who had clearly redecorated since he had last been around. 'Finally, I was one velvet curtain away from calling into home makeover.'

Looking out one of the windows, he discerned it was nighttime, moon hanging high in the sky and stars shining brightly. Flapping his wings, he popped into the study. Finding it empty, he went into the bedroom to see Crowley curled up on his side, blanket pulled up to his chin, sleeping soundly.

Balthazar crouched at the side of the bed, elbows resting on his thighs, smiling affectionately as he watched him sleep. It was nice to be home, he thought. As if in reply, he heard the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking next to his ear.

"I really hope that's you, angel." Crowley said, eyes still closed.

"Who else would it be?"

He heard the hammer cock back in to place as Crowley sighed and sat up, "Vampires. Don't ask." He waved his hand, dismissing any questions Balthazar may have.

Balthazar took in the sight of a sprig of Crowley's hair that was curling into an impressive cow lick, something about it striking Balthazar as adorable.

Crowley blinked blearily at him, a small smile on his face. "Took you long enough. It's been-"

"One month, two weeks, and five days." Balthazar said, cutting in.

"Were you counting down the days, love? Whiling away the hours stuck in your tower in the sky, waiting to return to your prince?" Crowley teased.

"Clever, did it take you all that time to think of that?"

Crowley's nose crinkled and he sneezed, sniffling before speaking. "Someone must be thinking of me."

"Guilty." Balthazar said, smile still in place.

Crowley smirked and held out his arms, head tilted back slightly, "Come to daddy."

"No way. There's just no freakin' way." Dean said, eyes wide and glued to the tv.

Charlie had coerced Dean, Cas, and Kevin—though he was glad to—into watching one of her favorite tv shows with her, but didn't expect to have a startling realization. Every time she saw Crowley, she could have sworn that he looked familiar, but she could never quite place why. She pressed pause on the remote and they all sat there in a stunned silence.

"Why is Crowley on the tv?" Cas asked from where he sat leaning against Dean with a confused head tilt, eyes squinting.

"But…this is one of my favorite episodes." Charlie said, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout.

"Crowley…is Canton Everett Delaware?" Kevin asked in disbelief.

"The third." Charlie added automatically.

"Now the ass-hat is an actor too? Shouldn't that be illegal or something?"

"So-", Charlie turned off the tv and looked over at Dean, smiling widely, "Changing the subject, how's Sam?"

"He's good." Dean smiled fondly. "Still traveling the world and geeking out with Tiny Tim. Though he said they've mostly been going to tropical spots, but he's not complaining. I think he said that they were going to start really getting into the time travel and weird dimension crap soon. I just told Gabriel that he better bring him back in one piece or I was gonna shove my boot up his ass."

"You threatened an archangel?" Cas looked up at him.

"Yeah, so?"

"Sometimes, I do not know whether to be impressed or frightened by your bravery."

"Probably both." Dean ran his fingers through Cas' hair.

Sam and Gabriel touched down in a city with so many neon signs everywhere that it could only be one place: Vegas. Sam looked over to see the trickster dressed up as Elvis.

"You look ridiculous." Sam smirked.

Gabriel gasped, looking appalled, "You shut your whore mouth, Winchester! I'm a hunk…of burnin' love."

Sam snorted, "Whatever, if that's what you want to call it."

Speaking out of the side of his mouth, Gabriel leaned in towards Sam and mumbled. "Dude looks like a lady at one o'clock."

Sam looked in that direction and squinted, having an issue telling who he was talking about. They all looked like women to him. Looking back at Gabriel, he raised his eyebrows skeptically, and Gabriel put his hands up and his expression said 'I'm totally not joking'.

"Let's go check in, bucko."

While they traveled, Sam insisted on staying in places that weren't just fabrications of Gabriels. He also took his own belongings, because the thought of Gabriel playing dress-up with him was just too weird.

He had just asked the lady at the reception desk for a room and, when she handed him the keycard, she said—to Sam's mortification, "Oh, you two are such a cute couple! Have a nice stay!"

Sam spluttered, "No, we're not-", he cut himself off because he was too embarrassed and wanted to get out of there so he just smiled at her.

"Let's go, pookie-bear." Gabriel said behind him, turning on his heels and heading to the elevator. Sam momentarily pictured himself strangling the shorter man.

"That's not funny."

"I beg to differ, I think it's hilarious."

Sam didn't think it would be so bad if this was the first time it had happened.

Author's note: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! ^^