So this is a new Idea that has been rolling around in my head for a long time now, and just finally decided to dish it out to you guys. I've been making a few new OCs and am interested to see where I can take them, cause their a bit different then anyone else I've made. I'm happy to finally introduce you to the Armours of Heaven, they're kind of like blacksmiths, and they made the weapons in the vaults of Heaven.

They're nothing like the Winchesters have met before, usually they can push it in a corner and shove a gun or knife in its face and it caves, but not these four. They're up for the game, and they come to play, not to get even.

Hope you all enjoy!


"I'm retired."

Was the very first thing he said when he was summoned to the circle. Castiel stood on the perimeter with his blade in hand, ready if anything hit the fan.

He smiled at the attempt.

"Please, do try, I made that blade you weild, we made all blades, human and angel alike."

Castiel looked down at his angel blade and adjusted his grip, looking a tad unsettled, Sam and Dean looked at him in surprise. They never really learned where the blades came from but never suspected that someone made them.

"You worked under Lucifer."

"I was his weapons maker, yes."

Sam tiled his head, interested now, this was news to him and he was always open to learn something new.

"A blacksmith?"

"An armourer, but sure, a blacksmith too I guess."

"And you worked for Lucifer."

"You could say that."

The young man looked around, eyes training in on the gun Dean was keeping trained on his chest.

"Do it."

"Zazriel."

Castiel's voice silenced them all. The new unknown angel, Zazriel, glared at the seraph.

"Do not think to tell me what to do lowly soldier. I may be retired but I still out rank you."

They stared each other down for a long moment, silence sat heavily around the room like an all encompassing blanket, it became almost unbearable until Sam cleared his throat again to take control.

Castiel clearly was not having the same affect on this angel that he had on others they had met.

There was clearly a past between them and it was starting to show itself as a negative one.

"Why did you bother me?"

Zazriel didn't turn his gaze from the angel before him, staring into the others eyes even through the flickering flames of the holy fire circle, though his question was not directed at him.

Sam took lead in this one.

"We need your help."

"No, you need my skill, there is a difference. What do you want from me?"

Sam exchanged looks with his older brother, he shrugged and motioned to answer, "We need weapons."

"And what part of 'I'm retired' did you not understand?"

Finally stepping forward, seeing as his brother wasn't getting anywhere with this, Dean didn't lower his weapon in the slightest. Zazriel finally tore his gaze away from Castiel long enough to size the puny little hunter up.

"Look the end of the world is here and yo-"

He was cut off by a sharp snort, "And whose fault is that? Look big fella, you may have guilted Gabriel into action with your pathetic little words of family and shit, but you only talk a big game. I'm not so easily plyable. Let the world burn. I've had my fun in it. Let Daddy make a new one and I'll start up right where I let off in this one."

Castiel shifted in his stance and raised his chin slightly in what could be taken in a condescending manner. Zazriel gave him a spiteful look, and if they could kill, he would have rid the world of this nuseance long ago.

"Still so loyal to him I see?"

"Least I'm loyal to somebody bub."

He got a snort at that one, "You still follow him even after he abandoned you."

Zazriel's eyes darkened into something dangerous. Stepping forward he ignored the flames as they set fire to his shirt and burnt the skin underneath. Being what he was he was used to the flames, forging weapons was not a task that just any angel could do and especially when it came down to forging archangel weapons.

"He didn't really have a choice, now did he, watch yourself Castiel. I am outside the rank system but you are not. I could still wipe the floor with your ass even behind this flames here, " He turned his head slightly to gaze at the two hunters, "You need to work on your 'asking' skills. You seem to think that just because you have them backed into a corner and point a gun or blade in their face that anyone will bow to your will."

He gave a cold calculating smirk, "I am not to easily defeated." and stepped right through the flames. Knocking Castiel aside with a flick of his hand and an utterance of 'pathetic' he lifted Dean by his throat.

"Unlike those other siblings of mine, I am not scared of you, you don't get to plow me into a corner and point something scary in my face and have me bow to your whim. I am an angel Dean Winchester. I have seen scary. I have seen fearsome. You are neither."

Zazriel smiled and turned to look at Sam fumbling with his own gun, "I want to see you fail so badly. I'm living for it. There's a betting pool. And once you're out of the way that then we have free access to your pet over there. Elyon is not happy with you Castiel. Not happy at all."

Then he was gone.


Dean fell in a heap on the floor, coughing and clutching at his throat as the air burned a path back into his lungs. Sam dropped the gun he'd been fumbling with at the change of tides in the room, adn ran to his brothers side.

The older hunter pushed him aside as he struggled to his feet, eyes on Castiel's body where it lay still against the floor.

"Cas-Castiel! Cas, buddy?"

He waiting on sore baited breath for any sort of response from their angel companion. First he had to make sure that Castiel was okay, and then they could worry about what had just happened, and whether or not they should take his underlying threat to heart or not.

Were they just threatened? He feels like he was.

In a way he's never been threatened before.

Castiel groans and his eyes clench shut tightly, a hand coming up to touch his temple, blood is slowing spilling from a gash in the back of his head somewhere and it leaves a smear as he sits up from laying haphazardly against the wall.

"Dean?"

"I'm here buddy! I'm good, you okay?"

The angel nods slowly, groaning softly and finally opening his eyes, they are clouded over. Possible concussion, Dean briefly wonders if angels can even get concussions, he'll keep an eye on him just to be sure and decides to let the question go.

They have more important things on their plate right now.

"Cas what happened? I thought you said he would be with us?"

The Seraph took a moment before climbing to his feet, wobbling a bit at first, but quickly catching his barings.

"That is Zazriel."

Sam met at their side, and him and Dean exchanged looks, "Who exactly is Zazriel? I tried to research him when you suggested we seek his help but I couldn't really find anything."

The younger Winchester rubbed at the back of his head.

"His name means the usual, 'Strength of God' and that's about it, nothings really known about him."

Castiel sighed and ran a hand over his face, reaching back to feel for the gushing wound and heal it to the best of his ability. Dean nodded in agreement with his brother. He noticed little things during their confrontation, things that seemed to set him apart from the other angels.

"And he said he was outside the rank system? Walked through Holy Fire without much of a care?"

Sam was watching them both carefully as he answered his brothers question, "Heaven has an established Hierarchy. Archangels on top. I'm assuming that Zazriel is below them?"

Castiel shook his head, "Yes and no."

Finally they seemed they were going to get their answers. Castiel had found his wound and healed it enough, turning his attentions back to his human comrads. Of course they would have questions. He should have been prepared for this, for Zazriel to be loyal to his Master, and yet he hadn't.

Shame on him.

"Zazriel is an Armour of heaven, there are many, but he is one of the original."

"An Armour?"

"Like that of a blacksmith, he made holy weapons, his brothers and he made all weapons."

Dean nodded, that was why he wasn't phased by the gun being pointed at his face then.

"And by all weapons, you mean-"

"Human and Angel."

He nodded, right, of course they did. That was great. He was basically a walking talking armory and he hated them.

Wait. Brothers?

"Brothers?"

Castiel nodded, heaving another sigh, and moving around the two hunters. He stepped up to the table that Sam preoccupied most of the time and moved books around until he came to a leather wrapped novel, it looked more like a journal then anything, and he flipped through the pages.

He found the page he was going for and tapped it with a finger.

"Zazriel, and his brothers, he mentioned one, Elyon."

"You said he was still loyal? Loyal to who?"

Sam rushed to meet at his side, eyes wide at the sight of the page he'd been looking for, not believing it real for a moment.

"Lucifer. The original Armours were for the four archangels. Zazriel was under Lucifer."

"Elyon? What about him?"

Castiel turned to look at Sam, nodding at his questions, encouraging them.

"Elyon is still maintaining his place as an Armour of an Archangel, he is under Michael."

So that made sense, why that one would have it out for Cas and them, they were trying to stop his bosses plans and that would most likely put him out of a job.

"There are four, the Original Armours; Elyon, Zazriel, Nathanael, and Salathiel. They are credited with making all instruments of Battle."

He flipped a page, "Nathanael made the Horn of Gabriel, under direction and power from Father."

Another page, "Salathiel forged the Staff of Raphael, and his Caduceus."

A third page, "Elyon forged together the Lance of Michael, and his flaming sword Glorious."

Dean snorted at the name, a bit full of himself to name his sword something like that, wasnt he.

And a fourth and final page, "And Zazriel. He is the maker of the Trident of Lucifer."

Sam looked the pages over, flipping back and forth, reading every word carefully and thoroughly, not wanting to miss a piece of information in case anything in here could work in their favor.

"They forged weapons in Holy Fire."

Dean swore, "That's why he didn't care when he just stepped on through it."

"Theres a ritual in here for summoning...I can't make out the name though...its long so I'm assuming it's for more then one person?", he looked over to Castiel and the angel nodded.

"Yes it was not uncommon for people to summon an Archangel and their Armour together."


So you made it this far! Still interested in it? Wanna know more? Will they meet the others? Will they gain them as allies? Or more enemies? What are they going to do with this summoning ritual they found?