Metatron smirked as he walked into the room he had Gabriel lock up in. "Are you going to do as your told yet?"
"Go to hell, Metatron. You are not nor will you ever be God." Gabriel snarled from where he lay chained to the stone table in the middle of the room. The archangel was chained down on his stomach his three sets of massive golden wings pulled to their full length and locked out by pins thrust thou the sensitive tips. A holy oil fire burned merrily on the other side of the room from the door. A fire poker and an angel blade glowing red hot within with just the handles outside the flames.
"Gabriel. Gabriel. Gabriel. If you would just listen I wouldn't have to do all this." Metatron said as he reached the archangel one hand borrowing into the soft downy underfeathers on the inside of Gabriel's smallest wing on his right side.
"No. Please. Not my feathers, Metatron." Gabriel whispered fearfully.
Metatron just shook his head. "If you'd do as your told it wouldn't have come to this." Metatron said as he tightened his grip on the soft downy underfeathers and ripped them out. Handful after handful stripping the wing of all of the smallest feathers. Gabriel screamed in pain with each handful. Once Metatron stripped the wing he slowly gathered up all the feathers and dropped them one by one into the fire. Gabriel couldn't stop the sob as he watched Metatron burn his feathers. "I'll ask you again. Are you going to do what I tell you to?"
"Piss off, you assbutt." Gabriel sobbed.
Metatron just reached for the fire poker that was resting in the holy oil fire. "You just never learn do you? Just remember you brought this on yourself." Metatron said as he pulled the fire poker out of the blaze and turned back to the archangel. Gabriel's eyes widened in fear as Metatron walked back over to him. "I'm going to brake you Gabriel one way or another. Now you have choice I can put this through one of your wings." Metatron said holding the fire poker over the main joint on the largest of Gabriel's wings on his right side. The archangel sobbed as the heat scorched the sensitive feathers. "Or I can impale you with it." Gabriel stared in shocked horror at Metatron. "No answer well then I'll just have to decide for you." Metatron said as he walked away from Gabriel's wing.
With his eyes wide in terror Gabriel did something he hadn't done scene before Lucifer fell from heaven he screamed down the mindlinks he had with his two eldest brothers. "Mikey! Luci! Help!"
...
In a baron field in the middle of nowhere leanng against the impala Sam and Dean Winchester watched the rapidly darkening sky and wondered what was going on now. Castiel watched the same sky beside them and knew that somehow someone somewhere had angered the archangels to the point that their anger was manifesting the storm that was about it brake over their heads. "Cas?" Dean asked.
"It's the archangels, they're furious." Castiel answered.
"Aren't they in the cage?" Sam asked.
"From the looks of this no. They're here on earth." Castiel explained.
Before either of the Winchester brothers could reply to that a voice ripped across angel radio. "Mikey! It hurts! Aaaaahhhhhhh!"
Castiel stiffened beside them. "No. Oh Father. No."
"What?" Dean questioned.
Castiel closed his eyes with a sigh If Gabriel was calling for Michael whatever it was that was happening to him was bad, really bad. "Gabriel."
"Gabriel's alive." Sam said the young hunters eyes wide. Sam couldn't help be silently hope that the trickster archangel was alive.
"It was definitely Gabriel so I believe that he is alive and someone is hurting him bad."
"Not someone Castiel, Metatron." A voice said from behind them on the other side of the car. Turning the found a young man with short cropped blond hair and sharp blue eyes.
"Lucifer." Castiel said. "You are not getting Sam so just leave."
"I'm not here for Sam, Castiel. I'm here for Gadreel." The Morningstar said softly.
"Who?" Dean questioned thinking of Zek.
"Gadreel, I've talked with Michael. You are both pardoned and forgiven for the crimes you and I both know you didn't continent." Lucifer said as he walked around the impala toward them. "Crimes that I did. Now please get out of my vessel."
"What? No. No. NO!" Sam yelled in terror.
"Sam. Sammy. It's okay. Please calm down." Dean said. "Sammy, the trials."
Lucifer ignored both of the hunters. "Gadreel." There was warning and power in Lucifer's voice.
Sam suddenly when ridge. "Lucifer, I cannot leave your vessel at this time. He will die if I do." Gadreel spoke softly form within Sam. "Sam. I beg of you do not eject me."
Sam gave a stuttering breath. "Why? I didn't say Yes."
"You did. You just didn't realize that it was me you were saying yes to at the time. I only want to help you Sam Winchester, but I myself didn't have the strength to heal you from the outside. If you would allow Lucifer to heal you I could leave your body without the fear of you dying because I am no longer healing you of the damage done by the trials to try a close the gates of Hell." Gadreel explained.
Sam balled his hands into fists and trembled before opening his mouth to respond. A gust of wind stopped him thou as a young man with short pitch black hair and piercing blue eyes appear in front of him facing Lucifer. "Luci! Metatron... He... He... Oh Father."
"Breathe Mikey." Lucifer said. The young man took a few deep breaths. "Good. Now explain."
"Metatron has Gabe in Heaven and I can't get in. He's torturing him, Luci. Gabe is screaming for us to help him and I can't get to him." Michael explained is eyes glowing with rage.
"We will get in we just need to know how Metatron closed the gates in the first place and undo it." Lucifer said calmly trying to calm Heaven's General down.
Michael snarled. "But we have no idea how he did it and I just ask Father and he doesn't know either. He said it was some kind of spell but Metatron made it."
"He used a nephilim's heart, a cupid's bow, and... and..." Castiel started.
"Little brother, it will be alright. Let me help you please." Lucifer said as he raised one hand toward Castiel.
Castiel blinked Lucifer this was how Lucifer was before, when Castiel was just an fledgling. "Your not Satan. You really are the Morningstar. Brother I'm glad you have come back, but how?" Castiel asked.
Lucifer smiled. "Father. He removed the tint form the mark. It was controlling me. Now will you let me help you."
"Yes. Thank you." Castiel said closing his eyes as Lucifer laid two fingers on his forehead. A flash of light glowed beneath them before fading.
"Cas, what was that? Are you alright?" Dean half yelled
"Lucifer. He fixed my grace." Castiel answered.
