Title: Vessels the presequel!!

Summary: The week between the first and second instalment of Vessels! Angel's week!

Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby (damn it! I have to write about her again! grrr)

There isn't really a plot to this, nor will it be long... it's just for fun, from Monday to Bloody Sunday!

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Monday

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"You idjit!" Bobby snapped, as he examined the deep laceration stretched out across the devil's arm. "What were you thinking?!"

"Ouch," Lucifer grunted when Michael removed a branch from the cut. "Stop poking me with that asshole!"

"I didn't poke you," Michael sighed, "I simply removed the object so Raphael could heal you."

Lucifer replied by sticking up his middle finger in the direction of his older brother. Michael sighed but apparently the gesture didn't sit too well with Gabriel as a moment later Lucifer was hollering in pain holding a broken finger against his chest.

"Daughter of a bitch!"

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Dean watched as Castiel struggled will pulling his pants back up. He had somehow managed to fit both feet in one leg hole before stumbling over falling onto Dean.

"These things are impossible! Why can't I wear a skirt!?"

"Cause they are for chicks and Scotsman," Dean chuckled, before adding in a Grounds Keeper Willie Accent, "And you ain't Scottish!"

Castiel stared at his human with a tilted head. As much as he loved the human, he decided he was somewhat of a nut job. Dean grinned back at him and a moment later the pair was back on the bed, pants forgotten.

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Bang!

"Ouch!"

Bang!

"Ouch!"

Bang!

"Ouch!"

Bang!

"Ouch!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Bobby asked, watching as the devil attempted to break the chains from his hands. The devil held his hands together, brought them up over his shoulders and swung them hard against the brick wall.

Bang!

"Ouch!"

"Boy, they ain't gonna come off like that," Bobby chuckled, pulling the devil away from the wall; he was permanently trapped in the body of a twenty year old.

"Get your filthy mud monkey hands- Ouch! Stop smacking me!"

"Put a sock in it," Bobby said, "come on, Gabriel's made some Lasagne, you wanna get it before the rest of your brothers and sisters eat everything."

"I ain't hungry, I don't need to-" he was interrupted by the gurgling of his stomach. The devil looked down at the stomach that betrayed him and growled, "Don't make me punch you."

"Come on, you idjit,"

"I'm not an idjit! I don't even know what that means!"

"Could have fooled me," Bobby chuckled, as he dragged the grumpy devil along, and headed inside his house which was over flowing with humans and angels alike. Lucifer growled and attempted to swat the man away, but considering the vessel he now inhabited was nothing more than a young man training to be a mechanic; his fight was rather weak and useless against the older hunter.

"Damn humans!" Lucifer growled as he collided into Azrael who reacted with a poke to the devil's ribs. "OW! You Goddamn piece of shit! I'll kill you! I'm gonna tear you a new hole to eat from! I'll-"

"Shut up!" Metatron snapped, whacking the devil across the head. He had made it his life mission to silence the devil whenever he annoyed anyone; and it usually worked. Lucifer pulled himself behind Bobby using the man as a shield and for good reason. He was a mortal; Metatron was a seraph with a serious backhand.

"Oi, stop hitting him," Bobby grumbled, "You're gonna disable the poor bastard."

While the devil hated his new predicament and life, he figured at least the damn human wasn't allowing anyone to harm him. He had no idea why, but he'd play along until he worked out the man's endgame.

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So there they were one ridiculously large family of over ten thousand angels, plus a smaller family of over a hundred humans, sitting in the backyard of one Bobby Singer. The cars were cleared to make way for hundreds of tables and around them angel and human sat to enjoy a meal.

From a pan of lasagne and a cup of milk, Christ fed ten thousand, recreating the meal into several other meals including beef roast, vegetable stew, pizza, macaroni, honey and soy chicken and more. The milk was recreated into beer and wine and tequila and coke.

"Oh this is awesome!" Dean laughed, "but where's the pie!?"

Christ gave him a look and silenced him, "eat and don't complain!"

"Yessir!" Dean saluted as he sat back down next to Castiel who chuckled.

"Wuss," Sam coughed into his hands.

"Bitch!" Dean replied, looking down at his plate where a blueberry pie sat. "I love God! WHOOO! PRAISE THE LORD!"

"Amen!" came the reply from all.

"No!" Lucifer replied, from his seat stubbornly. "I don't want too!"

"Hmm, I was going to put Minties inside of your plate," Jesus shrugged, "But I guess not..."

"What the hell are minties?" Lucifer asked Bobby who was sitting to his right.

"Shut up and eat your pie," Metatron said, from his left.

"You shut up and eat my pie," Lucifer retorted.

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"Mmm, I most certainly like the sex aspect of humanity," Castiel murmured, snuggling against Dean's perky nipples. Dean groaned in agreement his hands stroking Castiel's thick hair. Of course like most males, he fell asleep before Castiel could say another word. So the angel pulled the bed sheets up and covered himself and partner.

Planting a kiss on the human's chin, the angel fell asleep too just as the clock struck twelve.

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This chapter isn't that great or long, but the next 2-3 are fun.

Anuki: Thanks!!

Touch of the Wind: Yeah, he wasn't watching where he was going!

Writer'sMystery: Thanks! Glad u like!

CaptainPixie: Well, never thought of Lucifer as a flowerchild... haha!

Peace and chicken grease!

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