"Sammy! Let's go I'm starving." Dean yelled.

Sam spit out the water in his mouth and said "When aren't you starving Dean?" Sam placed his toothbrush in the travel case and sat it on the counter. Walking out of the bathroom he went over to his bed and picked up his jacket.

"I've seen women that don't take as long to get ready to go somewhere as you do Samantha and you don't even have the excuse of putting on makeup." Dean grumbled. He picked up the keys to the Impala and opened the door to the room only to find himself in a room he never hoped to see again. The 'Green' room.

"Oh crap!" Sam said "This can't be good."

The two stepped into the room both remembering their last visit here. This was where they had lost Adam to Michael.

"Hello Dean, Sam." Castiel greeted. "It is important that Seraphiel speak to us. She has asked that we meet her here."

A flutter of wings announced Gabriel's arrival with Kevin in tow. "Hey kiddos! Welcome to the War room!" Gabriel sat Kevin down and snapped up a poached egg, toast and a side of fruit salad.

"What the hell are we doing here?" Dean demanded.

"Whoa didn't get your morning Wheaties huh?" Gabriel asked "Well sit down, breakfast is on me. Let me see if I can remember it right. Pig in a poke with a side of bacon and coffee right Deano? And for Sam, a short stack with coffee." Gabriel snapped his fingers and the food appeared in front of the two. "And Castiel just told you what you're doing here, Seraphiel wants you at this meeting."

Dean jumped startled as Anna appeared in the seat next to him, Balthazar appeared on the other side of Sam. Uriel was sitting next to Kevin who simply added it to the list odd occurrences that had recently become his life.

Castiel sat down next to Anna while Gabriel took a seat on the other side of the table between two empty chairs.

Castiel glanced down the table toward Dean and Sam. "It would be advisable for you to keep your tempers in check, Michael and Lucifer have been released from the pit."

Sam realized that he should be a lot more upset than he was. "Why? And Why am I not blowing a gasket right now?"

"Because we all are helping to keep you calm." Uriel said. "Michael and Lucifer are...under control."

"Under control?" Dean said trying to find some anger somewhere. "You expect me to believe the devil is under control?"

"If Luci or Mikey try to show their ass, I'll bitchslap them." Gabriel said leaning back in his chair and snapping up a box of Girl Scout Thin Mints. "And Seraphiel already tore em a new one. Relax."

Seraphiel took this moment to appear glaring at Michael and Lucifer who quietly took the empty seats on either side of Gabriel.

"Good to see the hunters and the prophet are joining us since it will take all of us working together to fix things. We are looking at a screw up of epic proportions here. Eve's children are walking the face of the Earth, demons running around like they own the place, Oh yes and the Leviathan who were not close enough to be pulled back to Purgatory with Dick Roman." Seraphiel ticked off each point on her fingers. "We need a game plan. But before anything else we need to address what could rightly be considered an act of war. Crowley is holding an angel prisoner and he has been torturing him."

"Wouldn't the obvious answer be to just go get him? Like Cas did when he came to get me?" Dean asked.

"It is not so simple. There are rules when it comes to things like this but because Crowley is not the true King of Hell but rather a usurper, we cannot proceed as if he had knowledge of those rules." Seraphiel answered. "I could waltz right into hell and pull Samandriel out as could any member of the First Triad but we are barred from doing so unless we can prove that the rules are being blatantly ignored."

"That leather winged bastard was a crossroads demon! Come on we all know he went over the small print with a magnifying glass!" Gabriel snarled.

"I don't doubt it Gabriel, but until we have proof you will calm down and conduct yourself in a manner worthy of a Cherubim." Seraphiel ordered. She continued in a calmer voice. "No one at this table is more angered than I am. I am the Angel of Angels and all angels fall under my protection, From Jehoel the second born right down to the youngest fledgling created only an hour ago on one of father's new worlds. But I am bound by father's rules just as you all are."

"Well what exactly are the rules? Maybe there's a loophole." Sam offered.

"The only way to create a loophole is to make him break the rules knowingly." Lucifer said. "And the only way to do that is to send another angel but it would have to be a Seraph. It can't be anyone powerful or Crowley will just send them back and claim no knowledge where Samandriel is concerned."

"And that would put us right back in the same boat again." Michael added.

"What about detaining a messenger?" Anna asked. "Remember Michael? When you sent Gabriel to tell Lucifer to keep his nose out of the destruction of Babylon by the Hittities? And five years after you sent him you were ready to declare war because you thought Lucifer was holding him against his will?"

"Oh for father's sake! We hadn't seen each other in a century. We were catching up on old times!" Lucifer said.

"But if he did keep a messenger against their will that would create a loophole?" Sam asked.

"If he kept Heaven's messenger yeah, but you heard the big Kahuna." Gabriel said. "I can't exactly waltz into hell anymore."

Sam frowned for a few minutes deep in thought. "So what about delegating your authority? If you were to appoint someone to take on your duties as Heaven's Messenger."

"That angel could go in an official capacity and when Crowley detained them there it would create the necessary loophole." Lucifer said.

"Remind me to never make fun of that freakish Cro-Magnon brain of yours again Sammy!" Gabriel said. "So the question is who do we send?"

"I've never run into him." Anna said. "I've got the experience to handle it."

Seraphiel nodded. "Very well Anael, you will act as messenger. But you will need to carry a message for it to be official."

Seraphiel manifested a piece of papyrus, a peacock feather quill and an inkwell. "The question is what message should we send him? We don't want him to connect the visit to Samandriel's presence."

"How about an insult?" Dean suggested. "I mean all we really want to do is get his goat right?"

Michael suddenly piped up "Hey Assbutt!"

"Where did that come from? That has to be the most pitiful attempt at an insult I have ever heard!" Gabriel said.

"You missed the big fight." Lucifer laughed. "That Gabriel, was Castiel's valiant attempt to insult Michael right before he lobbed a Holy Oil Molotov Cocktail at him."

Castiel squirmed then said "I do not seem to be able to master the art of human vulgarities."

"Actually, I kind of like it." Seraphiel said writing words down with a flourish. "It's cute."

"It's going to need my seal to make it official." Gabriel said. Serphiel passed the message to Gabriel who folded it up neatly before snapping his fingers producing a wax seal.

"Gabriel, that seal hasn't been used since you announced the extinction of the dinosaurs." Michael noted.

"I know but it's still an official seal of my office." Gabriel smirked. "There's nothing in the rules that says it has to be a current seal."

"Well, then I'll just be on my way." Aneal said. "Hopefully I'll be able to protect Samandriel from further harm."


Crowley had been relaxing when the demons came in dragging a red haired angel. "Well well what have we here?" The demon gave an evil smile. "It looks like an angel. It smells like an angel. I do believe it's...an angel."

"She said she was supposed to deliver this." the demon said handing the message to Crowley.

"I'm sure Meg is growing tired of Samandriel by now. There's not really much left of him." Crowley gave an evil smile. "Lets give her a new toy."

Crowley watched as the demon dragged the angel away. He almost thought he saw her smile but that had to be his imagination. No angel caught in hell would have reason to smile.

Crowley turned his attention to the piece of parchment in his hands. Turning it over he noticed it had been sealed with wax. Very old school he thought as he broke the seal to read the message written in a fancy script.

'Hey Assbutt! This means war!'