Sloth: here's the fourth Chapter. I'm amazed at how fast I've been updating despite all the crap in my life. Just goes to show, fanfiction makes the world better.

Anyways, this chapter is kind of messy since I'll be introducing a new minor character as well as make my favorite Reaper OOC. But for a good reason that will be explained here. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and my minor character.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, but I do own a minor character popping up this chapter.

Once Sam managed to get Adam cleaned up, Adam sat down on the bed that was usually claimed by Sam. Sam smiled as he watched Adam play with the oversized shirt Sam lent him. He had intended to use one of Dean's shirts because they seemed to fit the youngest better. However Dean's clothes were as dirty as Adam's so Sam improvised. The shirt seemed to billow around Adam and nearly swallow him whole. It didn't seem to teeter Adam's interest in the shirt. With a smile, Sam moved over to Adam and placed a gentle hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"I'll be back. I just need to talk to Dean ok?"

"Ok," Adam replied as he picked at the helm of the shirt. He yawned before laying down on the bed. Sam didn't question Adam's sleep clock and just left the blond to bed.

Sam ventured down the stairs and found Dean and Bobby waiting in the study. Dean turned to his brother and a smirk tugged at his lips.

"I see Adam got you good."

Sam rolled his eyes before taking one of the cold beers on the table and pressed it against the eye that Adam accidentally punched. Sam just told Dean to shove it where the sun couldn't shine and to skip to the point. Dean frowned and put down his beer.

"Well all-righty then Mr. Sourpuss. I don't know any other way to say this, but Raphael's dead."

Bobby choked on his beer and Sam's eyes bugged out to the point where it seemed like he could no longer pull off the Puppy Dog Eyes. Questions started to fly at Dean, ranging from 'are you serious' to 'how do you know'. Dean wisely (yeah I couldn't believe it either) choose to wait until the excitement died down and he could talk without being interrupted.

"Cas just found all of Raphael's bitch squad dead. Said it looked like they were taken out by a nuke."

"And Raphael?"

"All they found were a pair of heels and his skirt. So either he…she…it is streaking somewhere or he's dead."

Bobby grimaced at the unwanted imagine in his head and hoped for the second. "But what could have done him in? Eve?"

"Possible," Sam shrugged. "She was able to block Cas's powers. Maybe she did the same with Raphael."

"And what, used a blow torch on 'em?" Dean asked, the image of Raphael being on the other end of a barbeque bringing a smile to his face. Now if only they could get all the other things that go bump in the night to kill each other off. He could go back to a mind-numbing retired life full of pie and Lisa's kinky cuffs.

"So does that mean the overgrown child in a overcoat will be hanging around here more often?" Bobby asked, wondering if he should clear out another room. Having Sam and Dean practically living at his place every other Thursday or Friday was starting to become a hassle. Now they suddenly had a third mouth to feed. If their soul-touching angel friend decided to spend his days at Bobby, he'd probably have to go on a beer run every day.

"Not really," Dean said grimly. "Look, where Cas found them…it was right above the Cage. He says he couldn't sense it anymore, like it was blown apart."

"You telling us Michael and Lucifer are topside?" Dean nodded grimly and Bobby wanted another beer. He got up and went to the kitchen, leaving the brothers alone. Sam sighed, leaning against his chair.

"That explains how Adam got out. He probably hitched a ride with them."

"Or they're using him."

"Dean!"

"Just think about Sammy, he was in the cage with them for two years. What if they messed with his mind? How do you know he's not playing us and is working for them?"

"Because I trust him," Sam countered. "Look, I was in Hell with him too and I'm not suddenly working for Lucifer."

"Yeah, but that's because we got you out. And you've got the wall in your head to stop you from remembering. He was alone with them for I don't know how long."

Sam just sighed exasperatedly. He couldn't believe Dean was doing this. Of all the times to question their trust in each other. And to accuse Adam of all people. Adam was practically the most harmless person. Well at least now he was. Sam couldn't see how anyone who was afraid to take a shower could be working for the angels who tormented him for years.

"Dean, he's our brother."

"Half-brother."

"And since when does that matter?"

"Since Cas told me to keep an eye on him."

Oh, now it made sense.

"You mean the person who might be working with Crowley told you not to trust your own brother."

Dean's features hardened. "Hey, we don't know for sure that Cas is working for Crowley. It's only a speculation and you know that."

"And you're willing to listen to Cas over your own brother?"

"Yeah well-"

Bobby fell back down in his seat and snuffed the testosterone before it could get out of hand.

"I miss anything?" Bobby asked, the tone an obvious indication for them to shut up before they said something they'd regret. The boys kept their mouths shut and Bobby beamed in a very Bobby manner. He called them both idjits, took a swing of his beer, and got them back on track of what killed Raphael.

What neither brother knew was that their voices carried really well through Bobby's ventilation. It carried through the house and straight to Adam's ears. Feeling something wet near his eyes, Adam turned in the bed and brought the covers over his head.

….

…

..

Castiel had seen many things in his life. And considering he's been alive since Alexander the Great, that was a lot of things. However, he'd never thought he'd see this of all things.

"Gin!"

"Tessa, we're playing Texas Hold 'Em."

"I know, I was just order. Where's my gin?"

A gentle breeze drifted around the table and a glass of gin appeared before Tessa in a wisp of black smoke. The reaper brought the drink to her lips and took a lip, humming at the berry taste. It was then she took noticed of the angel at their table and sighed.

"Oh what now? If this is about the Winchesters, tell them I'm enjoying a break. Reapers only get them once every five hundred years."

"I apologize," Cas said uneasily. He was taking a major gamble coming here. Ever since Death had been brought out from the earth and given a physical form, the Reapers seemed to be just as powerful as the angels. Not to mention there were more Reapers than angels on earth, Cas could easily be reaped here and now if it wasn't for the fact that Reapers were docile creatures. Gambling addicted, booze chugging, party going skeletal creatures, but they were still docile.

"I'm looking for my brother."

"Which one?" they chorused. He realized they were toying with him.

"You know which one. I need to speak to Azrael."

"He's busy," Tessa told him before she revealed her cards to her co-workers. "Four of a kind, bitches. Read 'em and weep."

"It's urgent," Cas insisted, using his 'I'm-Cas-hear-me-roar' voice.

"Yeah, well I'm busy."

Cas turned to find an annoyed looking blond with angel-blue eyes. The same piercing blue eyes that only an Archangel could muster. However the annoyed glare was lost with Azrael's appearance. The angel was dressed in a purple T-shirt and blue jeans while holding a basket of fried cheese. That and the fact that his vessel looked like Sterling Knight.

Not that Cas had been watching Disney or anything.

"It's not easy cleaning the mess you made with the whole Titanic fiasco. By the way, I should skin you alive for that." The angel strolled over to the poker table and picked up the deck, shuffling and dealing them out. Cas watched as the Reapers picked up cards before they each threw in a chip. A Reaper with an Asian woman's appearance picked up two glowing blue disks and tossed them into the pile.

"What are those?" Cas asked.

"Souls," Tessa answered. " We don't really need money, so we gamble with souls on our lists."

"Although you should know a lot about souls, shouldn't you Cassy," Azrael commented before popping a fried cheese curd into his mouth. The Reapers all chuckled and Cas realized how bad his gamble was. Everyone in the room knew of his plans. "Oh don't pee yourself Cas, we're not going to reap you."

"Yet," a Reaper who resembled Dumbledore from Harry Potter chuckled.

"I need to speak to you about Raphael," Cas said, trying to divert the conversation. The blond angel sighed and turned to face Cas. Despite the other angel's younger vessel, Cas knew not to piss of the Angel of Death. "I believe Michael and Lucifer have killed him and are now together."

Azrael raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Uh…Ew."

"Working together," Cas corrected exasperatedly.

"Well that's great and all, but what do you want me to do about it? I'm working for Death now, remember?"

"I need you to open Purgatory for me. It may be the only way to stop them."

…

"AHAHA!" The entire room filled with laughter. Every Reaper in the room were holding their sides as they laughed harder at the outlandish and unthinkable idea. Tessa nearly choked on her gin and Azrael was leaning against the table for support. Cas's cheeks burned bright red. A slender blond haired Reaper who resembled Paris Hilton walked up to Cas and pinched his cheeks.

"You are just the cutest little thing. Thinking you could stop them with Purgatory souls."

"This is serious," Cas stated. "They are loose. Doesn't that worry you in the least?"

Azrael snorted, "please, we're not worried about those two. We've got bigger fish to fry."

"What could possibly be more important than Michael and Lucifer?"

A bell rang from nowhere. The Reapers groaned as one by one they got out of their seats and vanished from sight. Tessa was the last to leave, taking time to put on her work face. Soon only the Angel of Thursday and the Angel of Death were left. The blond haired angel finished off his fried cheese and got up. He walked passed Cas and whispered a haunting message.

"I'm personally going to meet the Winchesters."