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Many things happened at once after that.

Jesus was separated from his Daddy's hip.

Sam and Dean appeared in as waiting their arrival. Bobby went to another.

Chuck had gone somewhere, where he'd went nobody knew, not even the boy much to his distress.

The Winchester brothers were alarmed when they could not find any weapons on them and the waiting angels started to swarm closer. Next thing they knew someone was pulling at his shirt and another was pulling at his pants, and there was a quick swoosh of fabric, clanging of metal, and all of a sudden they all stepped backwards.

Dean looked down at himself, frowning heavily as he spun around and his skirt flared up. Around his neck was a clasped piece of red fabric falling down his back like a cape. His chest was covered in what looked like roman breast plating.

Sam fared no better, only his was a blue rather the a red, and there was an engraved trident on the band wrapped around his bicep.

One of the angels stepped forward, a female with short curly hair and bright green eyes, "Come, Saint Michael has requested we bring you to him once you have been appropriately dressed"

"What the hell am I wearing?"

Another angel, male this time, stepped forward right beside the other angel.

"You are wearing some of Saint Michael's old formal clothes"

Sam was too busy fingering the trident on his arm to bother asking questions. Slowly they were ushered out the door and down a long marble hall. Torches lit the walls with warm glowing light and portraits adorned the walls of ancient looking angels. Dean and Sam both paused minutely to look at each portrait.

At the end of the hall was a lone door, above it hanging from a single hook was a cross. Large and dark, maybe made of oak. There was rusting nails sticking out of the wood and as they walked closer they could almost make out the redish tint adorning each nail. A crown made of thorns was settled around the long end connected to the hook.

"Is that?"

"The actual cross our Prince was crucified on?"

Gabriel had joined them coming from an adjacent hall. He too was wearing a dress type thing and Dean had to refrain from snorting at it. Unlike the two humans in their presence, he was surprisingly barefoot. A white silken dress swayed around his calves. A long piece of red fabric, much like Dean's, was wrapped around his neck. Wrapping around his other shoulder across his chest was two separate straps; one connected to a satchel hanging around his waist and the other connected to the horn on his back. His eyes hadn't changed though and still shined with that usual hint of mischief.

"To answer your question, yes, thats the one"

He gazed up at it, his eyes dulling massively as he did.

"When we finally got him back Home...He'd shrunk back to his normal size...The nails didn't shrink with him and sometimes his screams still fill these halls...It took us nearly three hours to get those nails and the thorns out of him...For a long time he refused to be in Dad's presence, as it was Him who had sent him down there in the first place...Attached himself to Michael for almost a month, where ever he went the kid followed..."

He moved forward, lightly pushing his hand out against the door.

"Dad keeps it there as a reminder"

He pushed the door open and stopped in his tracks at the sight that waited for them. Little Jesus was in nothing more then some white underpants glaring up at the two angels trying and failing to put the small brown robe over his head. Every time one moved forward to try and sneak closer, his head would snap in their direction and glare heatedly at them.

"Little Prince, Father has asked everyone to dress Formally for the proceeding trial"

"No"

They looked as if this had been going on for a while, Dean briefly wondered if the kid had ever been a streaker. They sighed in exasperation and turned their attention towards the archangel in the door way. Gabriel laughed at the stubbornness as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeshua, are you being a bad boy?"

"No"

The messenger moved closer and knelt down, "I think you are"

"No I'm not, I just don't want to wear it, it feels weird"

"You know what Dad'll do if He comes in and see's you still undressed"

Gabriel stared evenly at the boy, matching his own look with another. After a long moment of silence he turned his attention back up to the poor angel trying to dress the kid.

"Sariel, why don't you leave the robe and go find Michael? Or better yet, go find Dad"

The boy looked up at him with alarm, as the younger angel nodded and she headed towards the door with a smile playing at her lips. The Winchesters were confused as to what was happening and why they were doing it, but stayed silent to watch any way. Gabriel turned his attention back to the little boy in front of him, smirking, as he stood up once more.

"You know what'll happen. They'll start at your cute little tummy and move up until they reach your cute little ears"

Sariel paused in the doorway, turning back to glance at the little boy over her shoulder. He looked between her and the archangel, weighing his options (Mike was brutal but Daddy was worse), before glowering in defeat and raising his arms up for the archangel to pull the brown robe over his head. Once dressed he held his hands up once more and Gabriel gladly picked him up from the floor.

"Good boy!"

The Child huffed in annoyance as he turned to play with the straps around the archangels shoulder. Gabriel shook his head, nodding his thanks to the two angels as he walked out of the room. Motioning Sam and Dean to follow when he was half way down the hall. It was harder to run in one of these things, as Dean found out, but he figured that it took practice. They walked past a room with two unidentified guards standing in front of the door. They stood as still as statues, staring straight ahead; one was holding a sword in a resting position with the tip facing the floor while the other held a spear at his side.

Gabriel walked right passed them as if they were not there, and the two Winchesters followed his example. Gabriel led them around another corner and down one more hall until they stopped in front of a magnificent looking door. The boy began to squirm in the archangels hold, until it got to the point that the messenger was ducking down to place him on the floor. They did not wait a minute more as the child rushed forward and shoved the doors open like they didn't weigh a ton or two. More people stood in side, the other archangels were gathered near a large desk on the other side of the room.

Michael looked similar to the way Dean did, however, there was tiny details that were different between them, Michael for example had this leather like over skirt around his waist and a large sword hung at his left hip.

Just as the elder archangel matched his vessel, Lucifer was not much different then Sam, but like Michael, he too had minor differences about him as well the actual trident for example was strapped to his back.

Raphael was sitting back against the edge of the desk, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. They all turned when the door slammed open and looked impressively up at Gabriel when they took in the fact that the child was indeed clothed. The boy looked around silently, obviously his target was not one of his big brothers. Another door, behind the grand desk, opened almost silently. The boy let out a squeal of delight as he ran behind the desk and into his Daddy's arms.

Chuck came walking in the room with Bobby at His side, He smiled brightly as he saw his tiny son hurrying towards him and swooped to pick him up off the floor. He lifted him under the arms before wrapping his arms under his bottom. He looked almost odd in the clothing he'd been changed into, a blue long ankle length over coat on top of a brown robe similar to the color the boy was wearing.

"Shall we proceed"

He shifted the boy over to the side, balancing him on a hip rather then just holding him up with his arms. Each archangel nodded as the seemingly unconsciously stood in order by age and made their way into the large metal doorway on the other side of the large office. Thrones, large and beautiful, stood in a circular line in the center of the room. Standing in the center of attention to the line of Thrones was a post connected to a small podium.

Chuck kept the small boy securely in his arms as he made his way to the grand Throne in the center of the line. Pulling the boy around into his lap absentmindedly, folding his arms around the small body protectively. Sam, Dean, and Bobby were led to three smaller thrones and instructed to sit down. Michael sat at His right and Lucifer at His left. Gabriel was at Lucifer's side and Raphael was at Michael's. Little Jesus was staring straight ahead at something they couldn't see just yet. Chuck looked over his head towards Raphael.

"I understand you told them to rest, but allow them this as an order from Myself, I thought it was the least they deserved."

Raphael nodded slowly, there was little to nothing he could do against the word of his Father. Jesus sighed and leaned backwards into his Daddy's chest. Chuck felt the movement and smiled softly as he gazed down.

"You cannot sleep yet My Son, you must be awake for this too"

The boy nodded slowly, and they all seemingly ignored it when he yawned largely and snuggled back into his Daddy's chest.

"Let us begin"

His voice held an ancient power none like either hunter had ever heard before. It boomed around the room bouncing off the walls, shaking the foundation of the ancient looking building, the entirety of Heaven itself.

Doors opened and almost immediately angels poured in. Some stopped and stared at them, others gawked, and others whispered to each other silently whilst pointing in their direction.

"Bring the Prisoner forth"

Chains rattled through the air. The grand doors on the opposite side of the room slammed open. Waiting for entrance was Nisroc and Haniel, each holding the end of a large golden chain, in front of them being held by the chains was none other than Metatron himself. A golden collar was wrapped around his neck, cuff links connected to the collar by a smaller set of chains kept his hands in place. A muzzle was covering his mouth prohibiting him from speaking. The golden chains had a faded tint of red covering it, and discretely Chuck reached a hand out to place on Lucifer's arm.

The Morning Star didn't turn to look at him, but if one was close enough they could see the muscles in his arm twitch in accordance with the touch.

Metatron was marched forward, passed the crowds of other angels, passed the crowds of souls, down the center of the room until he was forced to a stop in front of the small podium. Michael frowned slightly as his eyes traveled over the bruised face of the Scribe of God. The two had been ordered to make sure he made it here in one piece.

Other angel shouted out insults and threats as he was chained to the podium. Some threw curses and others threw rocks.

How they had managed to get the rocks in was a question yet to be answered.

Silence was returned when Chuck raised a single hand into the air. At the sight of their Father and Son, the gathered angels all fell to one knee to bow in His greatness. Metatron refused to kneel, Haniel, in a sign of aggression and a characteristic change, kicked him harshly in between the shoulder blades causing the Scribe to fall to his knees with a shout of pain.

The muzzle was yanked from his mouth courtesy of Nisroc.

"Ouch! That does hurt you know!"

Nisroc knelt down and whispered something in the Scribes ear, left unknown to the gathered group at the front of the room, but it was something that Metatron must have thought that the two were capable of as he paled considerably and began sputtering in response as the other angel stood back up, smiling almost creepily. Haniel looked between the two, smirking slightly, reaching over to pat his brother and best friend on the shoulder.

"Don't think that's humanly possible brother mine"

Nisroc rumbled, "Then it is good we are not humans"

Chuck ushered them closer, and turned a blind eyes when they both landed a rough kick to His Scribes back as they moved. They stood at rest, hands clasped behind their backs, behind the throne of their Father, behind their Prince. They looked unnaturally happy that the Scribe had a split lip and a black eye.

"Metatron, you have been brought forth under Treason against Heaven, and Myself."

The Scribe stood silently, not seeming to care either way about what was going on and what could happen to him.

"You are charged with the attempt to harm not only your siblings, but your Prince and Youngest Brother"

Metatron turned to look at the small boy huddled in their Father's lap, and he sneered in disgust. Jesus let out a small squeak and shrunk further into his Father's chest.

"This is something that can not go unpunished, however, your reasoning for such actions are yet confusing to me still"

All eyes spun back around to the Scribe, his glare still steady on the young boy in Father's lap. He sighed heavily after a long moment, seeming that his trial was more of an inconvenience for him then anything.

"Father, my intentions were only to sort the weak from the strong. That little halfling is undeserving of the position he sits in, he doesn't even do his job right. Nisroc is a exemplary example of an emotionless machine and Haniel is nothing more then a mistake in the greatness that is the Host. An inconvenience if you ask me"

Lucifer's arm shot out just in time to stop Haniel from stepping any closer then he already had. He grunted as the guard shoved against him, sometimes it was hard to believe that the two themselves were not archangels with the surprising amount of strength they both possessed. A hard look from Michael had him backing up once more.

Chuck nodded, not minding the reactions, how was one meant to react when they were insulted as such.

"I understand, however, that leaves no room for excuse. You will be locked away where you cannot be of harm to yourself or your siblings, Lucifer, My Morning Star I believe it is time for you to return among the Host, reclaim your position of Choir Master and the Title of the Morning Star."

Everyone turned to look at Lucifer at this being said. Some snorted at the shocked expression he ordained clearly not expecting this. Metatron looked absolutely outraged at the idea, but everyone could feel the tense nature of their Creator's Grace and wisely choose to keep his mouth shut. Sam looked over when he heard some wolf whistles coming from the farther end of the crowd.

Michael was smiling brightly over at his little bother. Raphael and Gabriel fared no better. Even little Jesus was peaking around his Father's arm to look at his second biggest brother.

"In your place, should you except, Metatron will be placed in your cage. You are still in charge of Hell mind you, but you are welcome to come and go as you please"

Lucifer nodded numbly, unsure as to what he should or should not say. When he was asked to be present for this he did not think this is what would happen. Metatron found his voice more then ever now, except this time he turned his attention back to the unworthy child he had just insulted.

"That's not fair, tell Him boy, tell Him! I have done nothing wrong! TELL HIM!"

Jesus burst into tears, never being one who wanted his siblings to be unhappy. He turned away from his meanie big brother and buried himself in his Daddy's chest once more. Haniel and Nisroc stepped forward at hearing their little charge sobbing, kneeling beside the Throne of their Father. Chuck nodded at their request to 'escort' the prisoner to his new cell.

"I want him there in one piece, do you two understand me, especially you Haniel, you are not to lay a hand on him young man, and don't think I will not know if you do"

Both nodded in agreement, moving forward, almost on the verge of stalking, and each reached down to lift the banished scribe from the floor. While Metatron was celarly older, the other two were clearly taller. Lifting him clean off the floor with ease. He let out a scream as they opened their wings to race down to their older brothers cage. The two were gone in a heart beat. Chuck let the small boy in his lap down at his insistence, watching with bright eyes as he scurried across the floor towards the still bewildered Morning Star.

The child climbed into his brothers lap with ease, clearly proving that he did this on a regular basis. He gained the elder's attention by tapping him on the chest.

"Luci, does this mean that you can sing me to bed every night now?"

Lucifer broke out of his silent shock, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around his baby brother, pulling him in close to his chest. Child like laughter spilled into the room a moment later, causing many to break out into large smiles. Chuck raised a hand once more, dismissing the crowds of angels and souls. Most poured out of the grand hall, happy now that the Four and Father were back. But a few remained, flying closer to the group at the head of the room.

Two teenage boys and a girl gathered closer and closer. Smiling brightly at the newly reappointed archangel. Yeshua smiled brightly as he was finally released from his big brothers hold, escaping to the safety of Gabriel's lap. Lucifer looked up as the three's shadows fell over him. His face lightened up more then Sam or Dean had ever seen it.

He stood from his Throne, rushing the three angels before him.

"Sariel, Rachael, Malachi! Look at you guys! Your so big now!"

They laughed with him, jumping on the archangel when he was close enough, and together brought him do to the ground, their laughter echoing around the room. The other archangels smiled and laughed at them, Chuck smiled softly at His dear children. Bending low to pick His baby up from the floor and pull him back into his embrace.

All was good now.


Sooo! I hope you enjoyed it! Metatron got in deep trouble and Lucifer got his spot back!

I really like writing for baby!Jesus/Yeshua so he might make a few more appearances! And who doesn't like papa!chuck!