God massaged his forehead with a spare hand as he listened to the arguing on the other side of the Garden. He had thought that once those two had reached adulthood that their petty arguments would come to an end, apparently it is possible for him to be wrong. They fought over the simplest and pettiest of things and it was starting to grate on everyone's nerves.

They used to be the best of friends, both right behind the other when they'd come running into the Throne Room, clinging to his legs as he walked around his creation and Home, swinging together from his arms as he walked through the nature on Earth.

And then they had started thinking for themselves and their personalities clashed.

Lucifer was easy, carefree, fun loving and adventurous.

Michael was serious, practical, responsible and calm.

Two completely different people made from the very same star.

Sighing, He turned to look at the forming clouds on the horizon, swirling above in Earth's atmosphere. He watched in fascination as energy swarmed in the clouds, rubbing and bouncing off one another enough to form electricity and formed enough to shoot it out as a bolt, lightning he had called it.

It was beautiful, majestic, wild. But there was a power about it that captivated even him, at the same time as being wild, it was also comforting. Calming. Breath taking. Powerful.

Thinking silently, he reached out for the storm. Lightning swirling around his fingers as he pulled his hand back, small bits of cloud following after as if they were children following a parent. It swirled in his hand, cracking and sparking. Gently he molded it, creating distinct shapes and curves.

Wings, as gray as the thunder clouds. He reached for a patch of the darkest part of the cumulonimbus and shaped out what was slowly forming into a tiny body. The skin lightened just a fraction as the clouds did after the storm had passed and the sun started to shine through. The being formed into a small child, curled in on himself, under his skin was a tiny pair of gray silver wings. Reaching forward he gently pressed a hand to the child's chest, filling his lungs with the breath of life. The boy inhaled deeply, his swirling gray eyes fluttering open slowly.

His gazed curiously up at the large man beside him, his eyes going wide. The large man smiled gently down at him.

"Hello My Child, welcome Home"

"Daddy?"

"Yes My Son, I am you Father, welcome to your new home"

The child slowly sat up, still drowsy after just being created. He leaned into his Father's side gently, humming under his breath about his Daddy and slowly succumbing to the pull of sleep. He smiled softly down at the boy, already loving him unconditionally. He loved all of his children, including his eldest although they were a nerve trying duo.

Slowly but surely, the sun was setting over his creation. The other angels were all returning to their quarters, their rooms, for the night. Even Michael and Lucifer had calmed considerably. The sun hit the edge of his universe and spread a golden hue over the flowing fields.

The golden sun itself was wild. Always burning. Playful even, spreading its light all over the world below, warming everything with a simply touch. While at the same time it was dangerous, unpredictable, strong.

Reaching out, just as silently as before, he reached for the massive star. Molten flame twirled around his fingers, golden and bright. It burned around his hand, casting a dull golden hue over his face. It danced around in the way that light naturally did, full of energy and life. Gently he molded the molten gold, patting it and curving it.

A set of wings as golden as the sun as it set. He reached for the tan sky, mixing it with the pale to form a perfect pigment, and slowly it shaped into a tiny body. The skin paled a fraction as it settled over its new body as the sky did after the sun peaked the horizon right before the plunge. The being slowly formed into an even smaller child, curled gently in a small ball, under his skin lay a pair of magnificent golden wings. Leaning forward minding the child sleeping against his side, he touched a finger to the small child's chest, filling his lungs with the same breath of the life he had filled the other with. The child inhaled deeply, his whiskey gold eyes slowly fluttering open.

He gazed silently up at the huge man beside him and his gaze drifted to the other boy sleeping against him.

"Hello My Little One, welcome to your Home"

"Daddy?"

His voice was much higher in pitch then his older brother's. Still too young.

"Yes My child, I am your Father just as you are my Son, and as this is your brother"

"Brother?"

He nodded, gently aiding the small boy to sit up, sitting with his legs sprawled out, bent inward at the knees. His tiny shining whiskey eyes looking up at him in curiosity and love. The boy smiled at him a toothy smile, as bright as the sun he was created from. He returned the gesture in kind, smiling gently at the small toddler with a loving warmth.

"Yes, he is your brother, perhaps we should give him a name?"

The tiny child nodded, reaching out a small hand and tugging harshly at his brothers small foot. The boy in his side startled awake, whining and kicking out. He reached a hand down to keep him from kicking at his new baby brother, and another to keep the youngest from pulling on his brothers foot once more.

"No, no, you mustn't do that, your name shall be Raphael, one day, when your older, you will be My Healer"

The small child smiled up at him at the thought of having such a task. The younger looked up at him with a small frown, smiling indulgently down at the boy, he reached a finger out and poked him in his small pudgy belly eliciting a string of high pitched giggles.

"Have no fears small one, I have not forgotten you, your name shall be Gabriel, My Messenger"

The boy, Gabriel giggled again, looking at his big brother with shining playful eyes, pointing a finger out and yelping his rendition of his brother's name.

"Raphie!"

"Gabby!"

The other, Raphael, now dubbed Raphie, pointed back with a giggle and gave the same rendition to Gabriel. Together they smiled and giggled at each other. He smiled from above them, a fledglings laughter the brightest sound that ever rang through Heaven. Looking them both over, he frowned slightly, they could not run around for the rest of eternity stark naked. Reaching out into the soft cumulus clouds spreading through the dusk sky he fashioned them both a pair of children's robes.

Little skirts, no tops, not just yet, their wings would form in a few weeks and then he would fashion them tops.

Raphael reached for the clothing with tiny hands, opening and closing his fingers in the sign that he wanted to grab it. Chuckling under his breath he instructed the boy to stand, as he would help him in dressing, and wiggled his fingers over the child's pudgy belly when he had clasped the robe to his waist, smiling softly at the giggle fit the boy fell into. Gabriel fared no better, standing up a bit shaky at first but was quickly settled by his older brother. He fasten the babes robe to his tiny hips and tweaked at the bones gently, smiling as the boy squealed and turned away from his fingers.

They enjoyed each others presence for the a long time, the two taking to sitting in his lap and playing with his fingers as he regaled them stories of the cosmos and their many many older siblings. Over the din of his stories the arguing reached their ears. The two new young ones cowered away from the sound and he sent a stern glare in his oldest two's direction. He had had just about enough of their constant arguments and now those two were frightening their new baby brothers.

Baby Brothers?

That gave him an idea, and he gently pressed a finger to both children's foreheads, enhancing their ever maturing graces and granting them each two more sets of wings.

"Daddy I feels funny!"

"I know little Raphael (he heard Gabriel mutter something about Raphie), Daddy is just giving you two a small boost in power, to match to match that of your oldest brothers"

"Big Brothers?"

He smiled down at Gabriel in a way only a father could to their youngest child.

"Yes, your big brothers, would you like to meet them?"

They both nodded enthusiastically, bounding up from his lap and pulling at his hands excitedly.

"Yes daddy! Yes!"

He chuckled fondly at the pair, he could already tell these two were going to be nothing but trouble. Standing from where he'd been seated, God took both by the hand and together they walked through the soft grass.

Raising an eyebrow, God cleared his throat. Michael released Lucifer's hair and Lucifer removed his teeth from his brothers skin. They spun around, both semi embarrassed at having been caught fighting again, and looked confusedly at the two small children clutching at and peaking out from behind their Father's legs.

"What were you two fighting about now?"

His tone was scolding, exasperated, and they blushed deeply. Their eyes never once leaving the two fledgling's forms.

"Nothing"

"Nothin"

He nodded, expecting that sort of answer from the two. Following their gaze, God smiled gently as the pieces of his plan fell into place. He was many things if not a meddler.

"I want you two to meet you newest and youngest brothers, Raphael and Gabriel. Little Ones," He gently motioned for the older two archangels, "These are your eldest brothers; Michael and Lucifer"

Gabriel and Raphael peeked out from behind their daddy's thighs, peering up at the two bigger and taller angels. Gabriel looked at the rosey pink feathers on his big brothers wings and pointed at them, exclaiming about how pretty they were, breaking the ice for all five of them. Lucifer smiled brightly at the boy, flexing his wings out as he watched in fascination. The seraphs always loved their wings, seeing as they had three sets each and they only one.

"They are the last of the Archangels, your youngest brothers at 8 and 3, and they are under both of your charge"

That caught their attention. Both making excuses and exclamations about how they couldn't take care of children.

Michael was busy with the training of the Host, teaching them swordsmanship and strategy.

Lucifer was too preoccupied with the teaching of the Choirs and the such.

But to the ears and minds of the two children they were pretty much telling them that they did not want them. Gabriel whimpered at the words, hiding further into his daddy's leg as tiny tears formed in his whiskey eyes. Raphael let out a small almost unnoticeable gasp and shrank backwards as his eyes swelled with liquid and hurt. Michael and Lucifer both heard this, saw this, as did God, and before he could utter a single word of comfort the elder two archangels came swooping in.

Lucifer scooped Gabriel up into his arms, cuddling him close and raining kisses to his face until his whimpers shifted into soft giggles.

Michael swooped Raphael up into his embrace, cradling him close and rocking his too and fro gently, whispering soft nothings down at him until his small simpers quieted down into nothing.

"What ever is wrong? Don't cry, your alright, all is going to be ok"

"Mikey want us?"

Michael and Lucifer exchanged looks, God smiling smugly to himself as he did, the two felt guilty for upsetting their newest youngest brothers.

"Of course we want you! Don't ever think otherwise, or you'll regret it!"

Lucifer smiled at the future Healer, lightly brushing his free hand through the youths wild curls. Michael gazed over at Gabriel with amazement and unconditional love.

"Thank you Father"

Both turning in their spots, leaving their Father to smile his smug smile as they carried their newest additions to their home. Already telling them of their tours and all the fun they would have and all they would get to see and do. Even Michael and Lucifer were surprised at the new additions to their house, clearly not seeming to expect the new children to already have beds of their own.

Raphael had a small oak bed, in the youngest's conjoined room, dark blue blankets and a few teddy bears to keep him company while he dreamed.

Gabriel had a small twin bed on the adjoining wall with a small gate on the edges to keep him from falling out of the bed during the night when they weren't here to watch him, a dark golden blanket lining the bed with large fluffy pillows and a few stuffed animals.

On the other end was a toy chest full to the brim and next to it was a chest full of clothing for the two children. There was a blazing fire place on the adjoining wall, blazing with flames that shot out at an invisible barrier, keeping the fire itself in check and keeping the children out of it.

A book case full of stories sat in the left corner away from the mighty fire place.

All in all it was a nice little room.

Michael sat the tiny angel down in his bed, smiling when he immediately went for one of the teddy bears near his pillows. Lucifer was still cradling the tiny golden eyed child to his chest, rocking him back and forth gently. He smiled at his younger brother looking so happy, he hadn't looked this happy in a long time. He hated to be the bearer of bad news but it was time for newly created little fledgling to go to sleep. The nestlings were always real sleepy after having just woken for the first time and so far Gabriel had yet to take at least a nap.

"Luci, time to put Gabriel to bed"

The morning star nodded in understanding, bending down to place the child in his bed, but Gabriel himself wasn't having anything to do with such things. He whined out, grabbing onto his big brothers shirt with both tiny hands.

"Nooo! Luucii!"

Lucifer gently grasped onto the child's hands too, enclosing them in his grasp. He tried removing them from the front of his shirt but it was utterly useless, his grip was as solid as stone. Lucifer let out a gasp as he was pulled back down, surprised by not only the action but the strength the baby possessed as well.

"Gabe, its time for sleep"

"No Luci!"

Looking up desperately at his older brother he shot Michael a look for a cry of help. Chuckling under his breath, the elder archangel reached forward, enclosing Gabriel's hand in his own and successfully removed them with the first gentle tug.

"Now Gabby, its bedtime Little One"

"But you go 'way!"

Raphael was sitting up now, arms clutching the teddy to his chest, staring up at his older brother with wide green eyes. Exchanging looks with Lucifer, Michael sat on the edge of Gabriel's bed and pulled the small child into his lap. Gabriel curled up into a ball, snuggling into his big brothers chest as he clutched as the front of his top. Raphael reached up with his arms, staring at his other big brother until Lucifer shook his head fondly and walked over to pick him up as well.

"We are only right down the hall Baby Brother, you know this, we showed you where our room was, and tomorrow we can go do all sorts of fun stuff"

"I miss you!"

Lucifer looked down at the toddler for a long moment before lifting his gaze to look around the room. His eyes fell on the book shelf by the fire place and an idea formed in his mind.

"How about a bedtime story before bed then? So you have something to dream about and we can stay until you fall asleep?"

Gabriel exchanged looks with Raphael and he knew that these two would be nothing but trouble, but Gabriel nodded his head indicating their agreement. Michael smiled at the idea, nodding in approval, before getting up from the bed and walking in front of the book shelf, letting Gabriel pick the story for tonight. Reaching out the toddler picked up a book looked as if he was reading over he cover and passed it upwards to his big brother. Michael took the book from his as he turned on his heel to head back to the bed, setting the child down as he climbed in after him, Lucifer and Raphael in the position on the others bed.

Gabriel wiggled up under his arm and snuggled into his side.

He was a warm weight.

"Good Night Moon."

And thus began an eternity of bedtime rituals that involved a reading of a story.

Lucifer had said he had wanted an extra day to get all his choirs ready to meet their newest youngest additions, leaving both children in Michael's care seeing as he couldn't say no to them now as they both had him wrapped around their little tiny fingers and they knew this perfectly well. He was against the idea of having two nestlings on the training fields but when he had turned to alert Lucifer to his worries, his younger brother was already out of sight.

He grumbled under his breath at having to watch over the two rascals for the day whilst trying to also lead in combat training, turning on his heel he froze midstep.

Gabriel stood in the doorway, having come to investigate when he had undoubtedly heard their whispered argument, and his little golden eyes were wide with fear. The entire thing last night completely forgotten; the story the cuddles all of it, and seemingly in the logic of that of a small three year old Gabriel had deduced that Michael did not want to spend time with him.

Where he had gotten these notions he had no clue.

And it worried him.

"Mikey no wants Gabe?"

His heart broke at the tiny voice a thousand times. Rolling his eyes playfully he reached down and scooped the small toddler up, cradling him in the crook of his arm as he slowly walked his way down the hall to the play room where he was meant to be waiting for one of them with Raphael. Gentle fingers walked over the tiny pudgy baby tummy, eliciting high pitched squeaks and giggles from such an action.

"I have no idea where you got this notion that I detest spending time with you, but it is something I do plan on getting to the bottom of, and when I do little one, I will personally make sure you never have these feelings again."

His only response was a bout of giggles and tiny hands trying to dislodge his tickly fingers from the babes tiny tummy, something warm he hadn't felt since Lucifer had been around this age began spreading through his chest. Gabriel's bright golden eyes shining with happy laughter was a sight that could melt any heart.

"Oh? What's this? Do my eyes and ears deceive me or does my precious little baby brother have a sensitive little belly?"

Gabriel squeaked and shrieked as he paused in the playrooms doorway, a finger wiggling over his tiny belly button, Michael smiled down at the sound, it had been too long since he'd been the 'tickle monster' to any of his younger siblings. Something that he planned to change here and now with these two.

"You do, don't you? I wonder...This used to drive your big brother Lucifer absolutely crazy!"

He lifted the tiny child above his head, shrieks filling his immediate hearing and tiny fingers dug into his wrists, but he ignored all else as he eye balled the tummy before him, peppering kisses all over the smooth skin as if testing the waters. When Gabriel's shriek filled giggles reached his ears filling the air around them, he buried his face into the slightly pudgy belly and nibbled playfully on the skin, blowing tiny raspberry's here and there.

Raphael looked up from his blocks as his baby brothers squeals fell on his ears, his smile shining at sight of Mikey and Gabe. His building blocks forgotten the young Healer to-be jumped to his feet and scurried across the room. Michael, of course, saw him coming and caught him up mid stride, fingers curling around to wiggle into his tummy now.

"Oh? You want a turn, do you?"

Before he could utter a word, he too was lifted up and Mikey buried his face into his tummy, nibbling and blowing everywhere he could. Training completely forgotten at the moment, the mighty warrior angel walked both of his tiny baby brothers over to the large futon in the corner and dropped them gently on the mattress. As soon as his back hit the soft blankets, Raphael tried to make a break for it, but large warm hands grabbed his tiny ankles and pulled him right back underneath his big brothers torturous grasp.

"And where do you think you were going? I'm not done with you just yet! You laugh far too little for a fledgling of your age, come here!"

His big brother reburied his face into his tummy, a hand gently pulling his away as he moved over to his side. Raphael screamed in laughter, jumping this way and that as he tried to evade his big brother, but every time he did Mikey always seemed to know where he was going, and as 'punishment' for trying to escape as his big brother put it, he get kisses rained down on his tummy right before he blew a big raspberry into his tiny belly button.

Gabriel was curled up lightly, giggling beside his big brother on the bed. Mikey looked away from Raphie for a moment, his fingers still working their evil magic on his tiny ribs ever as he turned to look at his giggly baby brother.

"And we can't forget about you Gabby!"

He screamed out when his big brother reburied his face into his tummy, nomming and nibbling everywhere he could reach. Lifting his tiny arm much like he had Raphael and blowing a large raspberry against his ribs, keeping up his playful assault until they both had tears of pure joy falling from their eyes and a blue bird sang in the playrooms window indicating that they had been late to the training field.

"Oh no! We're gonna be late!"

He sat up, releasing the tiny fledglings from his grasp and keeping this newly discovered information in the back of his mind as to remind Lucifer when he got home later as to what his new findings were. He let the two jump from the bed under a cautious eye and allowed them to grab a toy each to bring with them while he trained the ranks.

He knelt on the ground as they both looked up at him and grunted playfully as the two launched themselves up onto his back. He wrapped an arm under their bottoms and held them in place as he gently unfurled his wings, they needed to get to the training field fast. The two children let out sounds of excitement as he launched them all into the air, the smile on his face making the sun seem duller in comparison.

They had arrived, though already late, in record speed. Gabriel slid from his grasp at the same time Raphael did, instinctively grabbing each others hands. He smiled, reaching a hand out for both of them, to which they happily took, giggling when he swung them from the ground gently and raised them into the air about a foot above the floor.

"Be good you two"

"We always good Mikey!"

He smiled at the two, watching them wander off to go play in the grassy area as he turned to begin training the Legions. Raphael and Gabriel held hands as they skipped along, a stuffed toy tucked under one of their tiny arms. The skipped, jumped over rocks, giggled as they raced each other (and Raphael let little Gabriel win cause he's nice like that).

They were having a jolly time until they stumbled across a weird looking building in the middle of the trees. It was silver and white and red and it looked out of place. Raphael grasped Gabriel's hand tightly as they snuck closer, their little minds wanting to explore the strange place. They tiptoed inside the building, peeking in doors and windows. Gabriel made an 'O' face as he pointed at another angel laying huddled in a corner, arms wrapped around his legs.

He had a bad feeling about this place and wanted to go back to Mikey, he'd pull him up in a cuddle and let him sit on his shoulders and make everything bad go away.

But Raphael was older and stronger and wanted to keep going and therefore his opinion on the matter was negated and they continued on there way. Raphael and Gabriel were both so entranced in watching the strange surroundings, they never noticed the back of the person in front of them until they ran smack right into them.

The lady with the weird hair and the man with the shiny head stumbled forward as the two children stumbled backwards. Gabriel lost his footing in the midst of the struggle and toppled over with Raphael catching himself better then his younger brothers and coming to stand protectively in front of him when the two new people righted themselves and scarily walked closer.

"You can't be here! Get out you must get out!"

The man reached out as the lady started yelling and Raphael scrambled backwards away from him, pulling Gabriel with him.

"They've seen too much Naomi! Must be dealt with now! Come here boy!"

Raphael shook his head frantically, calling, screaming for his big brothers without so much of a thought as to how well his cries were working. Gabriel was sobbing as he was pulled backwards again by Raphael as he took another few steps back.

"Get back here you brat!"

"Don' touch me!"

The man bristled at his order, even he thought it sounded pathetic!

"I'm going to teach you some manners and then we will ensure you won't speak a word about this to anyone!"

"Mikey's gonna be mad when he find us!"

The man stopped advancing and turned to look at the lady, both exchanging looks and breaking out into hysterical laughter. Raphael frowned but refused to let his guard down.

"Why would an Archangel be concerned with the likes of you?"

Now he was indignant, stomping his little foot in the floor, "Cause I'm a ar-arch-archie"

"Archangel Raphael, the word you are looking for is Archangel. What is this place?"

Zachariah and Naomi both stared in awe as the first Prince of Heaven came marching into the room, guards around him waiting for his orders. He scooped the tiny sobbing child up into his arms, hushing him gently as he lightly rocked the arm he was cradled in. Raphael stuck his tongue out at the two in front of him before turning and running to his big brother, they wouldn't dare do anything with Mikey here!

They watched in horror as the young angel climbed onto the warriors foot and hugged his arms around his leg.

"Mikey they were going to do something to us and there's a man in that room over there that is really sick lookin!"

Michael's gaze hardened at the message that something was going to happen to his dearest baby brothers and looked at the two of them heatedly.

"You were saying something Zachariah, before I entered, what is it you did not want them sharing with others?"

He turned to Naomi, "Have you been experimenting again sister?"

When neither could answer his questions, he nodded his head in understanding, motioning for the guards to come forward, he sent two to the room Raphael and mentioned and the others to escort Naomi and Zachariah to the holding cells in awaiting for Father to deal with them personally, no one got away with harming the light of Michael and Lucifer, no one. As they passed Michael sent them a glare that clearly held a obvious threat.

The brother whom had been discovered in the other room was escorted gently to the Throne Room.

Father was not happy.

Michael refused to allow his youngest brothers to leave his sight the rest of the week.

Zachariah and Naomi never saw it coming.

Gabriel turned out to be a very deep sleeper, much to the amusement of his older brothers, Raphael on the other hand not so much.

Lightning illuminated the sky, shaking the area with its cracks of thunder.

He screamed out in fear, his voice breaking into harsh sobs. His hands clutching at the stuffed tiger as he looked around the room with wide eyes. Their bedroom door opened an instant later, the lamps flickering on at the motion, Michael and Lucifer both rushing in at his sounds of distress. Raphael sobbed out harshly lifting his hands up to his big brother nearest him.

Lucifer scooped him up swiftly, rocking him closely, hushing his sobs as they came. Raphael screamed at another flash of lightning and its crash of thunder, burrowing his face into his big brothers chest.

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong little bug?"

There was another crack of thunder, louder then the one before it, and Raphael shrieked and his sobs renewed.

"I think he's frightened of the storm"

Lucifer exchanged looks with his brother, nodding in agreement, he bent down and pulled one of the many blankets free from their youngest two brothers bed and wrapped it around the small child. Leaning down a bit further to pick up his stuffed tiger and held it out to the small terrified child. Raphael took his favored stuffed animal hugging it close to his chest even as he reburied his face into his big brothers chest.

Michael rubbed a comforting hand over the fledglings back, scratching it gently with his fingers.

"How about you sleep with us tonight little bug?"

Lucifer nodded gentle jiggling the boy in his arms a bit to gain a few watery giggles and and the youth to remove his face from his chest even just a inch.

"Yes, would you like to sleep with us tonight?"

There was another bang of thunder and Raphael nodded frantically, little fingers clasping tightly to his big brothers night shirt. He whimpered slightly and it absolutely broke both of their hearts. Michael checked on Gabriel, smiling fondly at the youngest child as he dozed on completely wrapped around his stuffed animal, gently running his fingers through the golden brown locks before turning and following Lucifer and Raphael from the room.

He shut the door softly behind him.

Lucifer was already in their bed, little Rapheal burrowed under the blankets in a small mound that would shiver and whine every time lightning would strike and the thunder would crash. His younger brother looked completely stricken as he did not know what to do with a frightened child, but Michael was experienced in ways he was not and therefore knew exactly what to do to cheer up frightened little fledglings.

He climbed into the bed beside his direct younger brother, sent him an understanding sympathetic look when he received a look of utter loss, and stretched his legs out crossing them at the ankles.

"Now where did the little bug go?"

There was a silence filled sniffle from the mound under their blankets, and Lucifer smiled as he quickly caught on to what his older brother was doing.

"I don't know! He was here just a moment ago!"

Raphael was silent as he listened, clearly distracted by their musings, and Lucifer smiled when he felt tiny fingers pull at his toes. He wiggled his free foot, his toes digging lightly into the fledglings tummy and the mound let out a surprising bout of giggles. There was another flash of lightning and Michael quickly spoke up to cover the coming crash of thunder with his own voice.

"Well this can't be! We must tell Father immediately that there is a little bug running around! He will be right satisfied to take care of it when he manages to get his hands on it!"

Lucifer sat forward, his voice just as playful as his brothers, reaching down towards the mound nearest his crossed legs.

"Oh but Michael, we cannot do that, Father would poke and prod and pinch the little bug, we cannot have that!"

He poked the little mound under the blanket with a single finger, prodding at certain spots that drew out bright giggles and the mound began to move. Michael feigned shock and surprise.

"Luci, look at this, the blanket is moving! I think there's something under there! Could it be the little bug?"

"I don't know Mikey! There's only one way to find out!"

"And what should we do to the little bug if we find it?"

There was a clap of thunder in the middle of their round of staged silence, but Raphael was too far immersed in their little game to notice it, not that Lucifer gave him ample opportunity as he had yet to stop poking the child in the tummy. Once they had found out just how sensitive his tiny belly was, they would not deny that they used this knowledge to the best of their ability.

Lets just say that the little one had lots to laugh about.

Lucifer paused his poking fingers, looking at at his older brother who readied himself.

"I say we tickle it!"

Michael's hands shot under the blanket and pulled the tiny fledgling out with them, the little angel never had a chance to do anything for as soon as he was pulled upwards free of the blanket fingers were digging into his pudgy baby tummy and he squealed out brightly. Michael grabbed up one of his tiny feet, wiggling his eyebrows playfully before he gently munched on the tiny toes. Raphael could only lay there and laugh, wiggling like a little worm under his big brothers fingers, and it was such an adorable sight that even the older two archangels had to smile and chuckle along with him. But their job was complete, the tiny fledgling to focused on laughing his little angel heart out then to be frightened of the raging storm.

They only continued on for a few more moments until letting up, pulling the tiny angel up in between them both and smooshing him in what would become a cuddle sandwich (dubbed by Gabriel a few years later when he could properly say sandwich). He lay comfortably in the crook of Michael's shoulder, his back resting against his big brothers chest, the elders chin resting on the younger head lightly fro where he was leaning over him on his hand. Lucifer was laying next to him, allowing the child to pull and bend his fingers every which way, rub at his finger nails before twisting the phalanges around, his fingers tiny compared to his own.

Everyone was calm, sleepy, and warm.

"Little One, if you are ever frightened, do not be afraid to come to us, protecting little ones is what big brothers do"

Raphael nodded, yawning and snuggling closer. Micheal pressed a gentle kiss to the child temple, and they all settled down to sleep a moment later. Raphael still wrapped up in both of his big brothers, his tiny fingers still clutching at one of Lucifer's.

The thunderstorm completely forgotten.

(However, no longer afraid as he has become their patronage, whenever he sees lightning and or hears thunder he can't help but break out into a bout of giggles, much to Castiel's immense amusement and Dean Winchester's utter amazement.)

As much as it pained them to admit, they both knew that their dearest baby brother's couldn't stay baby's forever. They found it that Gabriel learned best when it involved something fun, a game of sorts. What better way to learn his numbers then with a game of hide and seek.

He giggled as he stood by the tree, his face pressed against his arms as he was taught and he counted out his numbers he'd just learned.

Raphael, all of the age of 10 giggled as his big brother Lucifer made a face at the back of Michael's head before he turned and ran in the opposite direction. They all parted, staying close as to not make it too hard for the 8 year old.

"1...2...3...8"

"GABRIEL! NO CHEATING!"

"Fine fine...4...5...6...7...8...9...10! Ready or not here I come!"

He shoved himself away from the tree, his gaze immediately turning upwards. While him and Raph couldn't fly just yet, that didn't mean that their older brothers (Lucifer, mainly just Lucifer) didn't take to the air during hide and seek games. They were all competitive in their own nature. He didn't see any wings in the sky and looked back towards the thin forest to begin his search.

He looked behind trees and rocks, under logs and in small fox holes but there was no sign of any of his big brothers. He searched everywhere for as long as he could and yet had no luck in finding any of them. Just as he was about to give up hope and sit on one of the many large rocks and pout he heard a small noise. He spun around and ran towards the group of pine tree's jumping on the person who was hiding behind the largest one.

Michael laughed as he could his monkey of a baby brother mid flight and swung him up into the air.

"Found you Mikey!"

"Yes you did little Monkey!"

He lifted him up and placed the small boy on his shoulders. Gabriel giggled happily and threw his hands up in the air excitedly. Michael rested his hands gently on the younger angels ankles as they walked together through the rest of the forest. They paused as the rustling in the large oak trees made it to their ears. Gabriel jumped happily as they jogged to the trees, Michael gazed upward with Gabriel, his eyes going stern as he took in the sight of his other younger brother swinging from the branches of the oak tree with a surprising silence about him.

"Raphael what in Father's name do you think your doing up there! Get down here this intant!"

The young boy looked down at his big brother with wide eyes as he bent at the knee and jumped from his branch. Michael's life flashed before his eyes as he reached forward and caught the boy in a cradle. Raphael giggled as Gabriel giggled, but his giggles quickly died out at the stern look he got from his big brother.

"That was not funny Raphael, you could have fallen and hurt yourself! Time out corner when we get home! Five minutes!"

"But Mikey!"

Michael held him up under the arms, dangling him in front of his face. The look he gave shushed any protests before they could be made.

"Yes Big Brother"

"Good boy"

He pulled the boy back into a hug as they all turned to look for Lucifer. It didn't take them long to find him, relaxing under a shady tree with his eyes closed and a smile gentle across his face. Michael smiled slyly at his younger brother, spared a glance at the naughty child in his grasp, and before either could react he tossed the child into the air, shrill shrieks filling the space, Lucifer's eyes flew open just in time to take the impact of a small 10 year old fledgling.

Raphael laughed hard at the groaning his big brother made from underneath him, startling when arms wrapped around him and pulled him down as well. Michael chuckled at the two, scooping Gabriel from off his shoulders and plopped down next to them, setting the small 8 year old into his lap.

"Lucifer, please talk some sense into your brother!"

Lucifer knew immediately that something had happened and Raphael had done something bad as they always referred to the two as the others brother when they did something bad.

"And what did my Bug do this time?"

"He was swinging from the tree's! Again!"

Lucifer looked down sternly, "Raphael, how many times have we told you not to swing from the tree branches?"

The little boy looked down at their intertwined fingers, "So has Michael decided what punishment you'll be recieving?"

"I have, five minutes in time out"

"Sounds fair"

"But Luci!"

"You could have hurt yourself Little One, not buts!"

He quieted down after that. Lucifer turned towards Gabriel.

"And how far did you get?"

"All the way to 10!"

"Great job monkey!"

Gabriel blushed and beamed at the same time causing the elders to coo at the cuteness, Michael even reaching to gently pinch at his cheek.

Later that night, after Raphael's time out time, they all cuddled together in the large living room and watched a movie, Father even joined them this time much to the delight of the two children.

It was around the ages of 8 and 10 that their wings had finally decided to come in. What is normally a rather painful experience for the other angels, was even more so for the newest seeing as at the last moment he had decided to make both of them fledgling archangels and the archangels had three sets of wings.

They had been playing off in the garden next to the higher level choirs Lucifer had been rehearsing with when they felt the back stabbing pain emanating from around their shoulders. Gabriel had fallen to the ground in agony, writhering on the soft grass as tears gathered quickly in his eyes. Raphael saw this, and having not gotten the lash of his wings pushing through his own skin, turned and ran for help.

Lucifer knew something was wrong as soon as a hand full of his best choir members stuttered on their words, eyes no longer locked on him and his movements but on something approaching from behind. He turned around clearly not expecting to find little Raphael running his way as fast as his little legs could carry him. He caught the fledgling up into his arms, holding him against his chest as he beckoned him to tell what was wrong.

Taking a few heaving breaths the fledgling pointed out to where he had left Gabriel, "Gabby...He...Hurt...Fell...Scream..."

Some of the more quite angels in his classes stepped forward, peering out at the field that the fledgling had pointed at. Some saw the even tinier angel in the near distance and covered their mouths with their hands while others didn't wait for instruction and flew off no doubt to fetch the only angel they knew who had experience with this sort of thing; Michael. A very few even went as far as flying off the retrieve Father, as when an angel got its wings it was most usually with Father in the same vicinity. Others went to get rags and cloth and basins of warm water.

Proud of his students quick thinking he quickly took off in Gabriel's direction, not even making it half way across the field before Raphael went ramrod straight in his arms and let out the most haunting most agonized scream he had ever heard. It took all of his strength to keep the angel in his embrace from reaching back and scratching at the skin.

The skin on his back was softer then usual, to allow the wings to come forth when they were fully ready, any scratch lighter then a feather would simply tear it to shreds. Raphael's tears were soaking his robed shoulder and he feared that the young angel was much more far along then he first imagined him to be. As it happened, Raphael had been tearing through his skin all morning, or most of it, and seemingly had a higher pain level then his brother (not that they would ever tell Gabriel or Raphael that). He gently pulled the tiny angel as close to him as he could, an arm around the back of his neck keeping him in place as he gently peered over his shoulders.

Feathers were already peeking out of the skin, two large lumps forming from his shoulder blade's and down.

He feared that he would not be able to take care of Raphael and Gabriel at the same moment, as it was unheard of an angel getting its wings at the same time as another. But just as he thought this there was a shadow that passed over him, over the field, and in a mighty beat of wings Michael was kneeling above their baby brother and slowly lifting him from the ground.

The Throne room was empty when they first arrived, but nature did no wait on Father, and so even as they tried to slow it down the wings were persistent in coming through.

Raphael was already breaching half way down his left side, his sobs were hoarse at this point and painful to hear, he would need a large cup of water and a good nap after this, Lucifer (and Michael) were sure. He pulled him close to his chest, steeled his heart for his next move, and gently placed a hand on the remaining half of the lump, pressed down with the palm, and slowly moved his hand downwards. Raphael's scream, though muffled by his shoulder, still rang in his ears. His skin tore at the pressure exerted on it and the left set of wings fell outwards, limply falling to the side.

Giving the child a moment to catch his breath he pressed his lips firmly to the boys temple.

"One more Bug, one more"

The fledgling was weakened by the exertion he was emitting to such an action, but he still managed to push weakly against his big brothers chest.

"No...Luci...No please...H-Hurts...Please!"

Lips still pressed firmly to his dearest Bug's forehead, he shut his eyes for a mere moment to collect himself.

"I'm sorry Bug"

Now that the left wing was free he physically could not allow the right to stay inside. It was not as far along as the right wing was, and he grimaced as he placed his palm flat against the top of the lump on his right shoulder blade and pushed down gently. Raphael's little fingers dug harshly into his chest, still digging hard into the skin despite the robes covering it. His sobs and screams, though muffled by fabric and exhaustion, would most likely haunt his dreams for days to come.

As soon as the right set fell free, hanging limply to the side, the fledglings sobs subsided. He spared Michael a look, surprised at the same level of success he was having on the youngest as he had had on the second youngest. Raphael sniffled into his chest softly, the only indication that he was still indeed awake for the moment. Reaching over he picked up on the warm rags from the warm water basin that had been brought in at some point. He wiped away the blood and amniotic fluid softly from where it had splattered on his back, and gently cleaned the pristine Archangel Feathers until they sere soft and gleaming. Pressing a few fingers onto the base of the wing, Raphael hiccuped lightly against his breast as the tingling of his big brother's grace healed up the wounds left over.

Lucifer removed his little brothers robes next as they would need to be cleaned now, and Father would fashion him a new set, and he swaddled him in a soft fluffy warm blanket.

Gabriel's sobs still rang through the room, almost as hoarse if not worse then his brothers. He squirmed around with all his strength to the point that Michael had to put on pause the attempt to release his left set of wings and try and get him to hold still. Pressing him firmly against his chest, and his lips firmly against the young child's brow he gave a moment to gather his strength and Gabriel to gather his.

"One more, Monkey, only one more, I know it hurts but it has to come out!"

Gabriel protested his little heart out, but Michael held him firmly to his chest, pressed his hand above the left lump and pressed much like Lucifer had. Gabriel's scream was blood chilling and bone rocking, but it soon subsided to sobs as the wing broke free and fell forward, quickly curling to the side. He hushed his sobs gently, pressing a couple fingers to his back in order to heal him before he did anything else.

The warm water was soothing on the still burning skin as he gently rubbed his back clean of the fluids and blood, Gabriel's sobs subsiding into light whimpers and hiccups. He softly cleaned and cleared ever feather on his six wings until the gleamed and looked as soft as they actually were, once he was done with that, much as Lucifer had with Raphael he stripped the child of his robe bottoms and swaddled him in a warm fuzzy blanket.

They rocked the baby angels gently back and forth, Lucifer slowly fetching little Raphael a cut of water to drink, hushing him when the cool liquid touch his raw throat. He smiled tenderly down at the half lidded angel child, rocking him back and forth ever so gently and cooing soft words down at him.

Gabriel nestled into Michael shoulder as the elder rocked him to and fro, humming to him and whispering soft loving words down to him, smiling softly at his baby brother as his eyes slowly began to flutter shut. As soon as the two dropped off, still swaddled and cradled safely against their big brothers; warm and exhausted, the doors opened and Father rushed in.

His eyes were wide, even a bit sad that he had missed the blooming of his youngest children. Michael and Lucifer were hostile as he had clearly expected.

"They bloomed safely?"

"Yes, no thanks to you"

Normally Michael would gently rebuke his brother for his tone, but seeing as he hadn't it only made it that more clear as to how upset and angry they were. They dared not act out though, as their baby brothers were sleeping sound in their embraces, but their faces and eyes said it all.

"I apologize for not being here, your Aunt was testing the boundaries once more"

They nodded, their expressions completely flipping 180 degrees around. Michael shivered, visibly shivered, at the mention of their Aunt. Father rubbed his back soothingly, seeming to know the thoughts that had crossed his eldest child's mind, and Lucifer sent his brother looks of sympathy.

It had been cold.

Darkness everywhere.

Father had found him as she tried to destroy him.

Those screams would haunt Him for all eternity.

"But never mind her, this is a joyous occasion, and she will soon be properly contained never to harm another one of my beautiful children and your loving brothers and sisters again."

Clapping his hands gently as to not disturb his youngest two, God motioned them closer. He wiped a gentle hand over Raphael's brow, healing any lasting damage that Lucifer himself was not strong enough to do for the child.

"Raphael, My Little Healer, you will be my Archangel of Healing, Patron of Travelers, and The Blind, gentle and compassionate, but fierce and determined, so it has been decreed."

A bright light, not too bright as to not wake the sleeping fledgling, shone around his head and as it slowly disappeared in its place rested a circlet of gold. God placed a hand on the Healer's wings, dark gray swirled about the appendages, electric blue tips forming outwards. Created from the very essence he was too created from. Michael and Lucifer both exchanged looks, silently awed by the magnificent wings.

He finished up with a sealing kiss to the child's forehead.

Turning next, he gently combed a few fingers through Gabriel's golden brown curls, healing any lasting damage on the youngest like he had his older brother.

"Gabriel, My Little Messenger, you will be my Archangel of Communication, Patron of Messengers, bright and kind, but bold and courageous, knowledgeable of My Word, so it has been decreed."

Another light, different then the first much to the elder Archangel's amazement shone around Gabriel's temple, not disturbing the sleeping fledgling in the slightest, and as soon as it appeared it was fading in its place rested a circlet of silver. God placed his hand on the Messengers little wing, smiling as even in his slumber it twitched under his touch, golden yellows swirled around the appendages, molten amber gold tips forming outwards. Created from the raw energy he too was created from. Michael and Lucifer exchanged looked once more, awed by the beautiful colors.

He finished up with a sealing kiss to the small child's forehead.

Turning, he looked over his eldest, smiling at his accomplishment. Raphael and Gabriel had done as intended, brought Michael and Lucifer back together once more. Gone was the glares and arguing, and in its place was nothing but love and cherish, gentle words, and smiles and shining eyes.

And as he watched them leave together, whispering over the heads of their favored dearest baby brothers, words of praise and love, he pushed that feeling he'd had since his sister had reared her head back into his mind.

But his gaze was focused on Lucifer's retreating back.

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