"Father, you jest!" Michael gasped as Chuck sat back in his chair after delivering his news.
"No Michael I have decided that your punishment fit the crime. I left and the lot of you couldn't wait to 'show your asses' as the humans say." Chuck said sipping on a tumbler of bourbon. "You toyed with the lives of the Winchesters and now it's their turn to toy with you."
Gabriel cautiously lifted his hand. "Um, in my defense, I did die for them."
"I have taken that into account. That is why you will be a plushie instead of a toy soldier." Chuck nodded.
"But I wasn't even in heaven!" Lucifer sputtered. "I was locked in the cage for most of it!"
"It didn't stop you from meddling Lucifer. Azazel was taking his orders from you." Chuck said firmly. "You are just as guilty as the rest of the angels involved. Consider yourself blessed that you are not sharing Zachariah, Metatron, and Uriel's fate. I understand that Whack-a-mole is very popular in arcades."
Neither Gabriel nor Balthazar could keep amused snorts from escaping at the visual of Zachariah constantly popping up out of a hole and getting hit in the head with a plastic hammer. Chuck turned a glare on the two that quickly silenced them.
"I am locking down your grace so that you won't be tempted to use it. Castiel will watch over you during your punishment. You can still listen in and speak to each other by angel radio, but that is the extent of your power. I suggest that you all come to appreciate what the Winchesters experienced at your hands."