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Chapter 7

He watched his son leave for Earth and shook his head, he knew exactly what the boy was doing, he'd known for years and not put a stop to it. If Samael could turn a warrior as strong as Deyn to their side it would be a massive boost. He knew his son hated the fight and even he was growing weary of it. But what else could they do? Michael was not content to let them live in peace, he would wipe them all out if they did not fight.

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Samael smiled as he spotted Deyn waiting for him on their mountain side. He landed and moved to sit beside him, and they just sat in silence, enjoying the moment. It was getting harder and harder to find time to meet up. He didn't have too much trouble sneaking away but Deyn did, they were watched much more closely than those back home were. They both knew the risks he took every time they met up but Deyn obviously thought he was worth the risk which made him happy. A brisk wind blew around them and Samael stretched out a wing to wrap around Deyn, not that either of them was affected by the cold. It got an amused look and Samael shrugged. "My Angel," he whispered.

Deyn stiffened slightly at the possessive title. It was something he should deny, even fight against and yet…he liked it. Samael was nothing like anyone he had ever known, he trusted him despite being on opposite sides of an eternal war. "Why do you fight for him?"

Samael didn't have to ask to know who he meant. "He's my Father. And I know what your superiors would do to me. I could try hiding out among humans but that couldn't last forever," he shrugged and Deyn nodded. "You don't like the war any more than I do so why haven't you left?"

"The only way would be to Fall."

"Would that be so bad?" Samael regrated the question immediately as Deyn went rigid beside him. "I did not…I am not asking you to Fall Deyn," he turned to face his friend, it hurt seeing him so on guard again. "Deyn I am your friend and I would never ask you to do something you do not wish to do. You are an Angel, that is who you are," he kept his body language open and non-aggressive, wings hanging low and slowly Deyn relaxed again.

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They walked through the town, unseen, eyes wide as they took in just how far humanity had advanced while they were busy fighting. It made him miss his Mother and the life he could have had with her even more. He barely remembered her anymore and Father would never speak of her, but he knew she would have loved this.

Deyn was amazed by what he was seeing, he could never have imagined such things! The way the others spoke he had imagined savages, living in the mud and barely able to communicate. But this…this should an ability to adapt and shape the world that he could never have dreamed of. It made him wonder…what else had he been misled about?

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Gabriel watched as the young ones trained, it made him feel sick, the whole war did. They were family, they shouldn't be fighting each other! He'd been toying with an idea for the last few centuries, but it was a big step to take and there would be no turning back. He looked over as another Angel approached, smiling at Deyn. "What brings you to my little corner of Heaven?"

"Information," he knew Gabriel was his best bet for unbiased answers, but these questions were…risky.

"Ask away," Gabriel offered as they moved away from the training area.

"What do you know of his son, Samael?"

"Straight to the point," Gabriel smirked but then sobered. This…this was a sore subject, and one he was ashamed of even though he had not been involved. "It is not a happy story," he warned and Deyn nodded. "No one knows how Lucifer managed it, but he met a human woman and they became intimate. Nine months later Samael was born, without his knowledge. For nine years he was raised as a human child but as he aged his powers grew. Eventually both sides felt his power, we just got their first. I was not involved so what I know is what I heard from others. They attacked the village where Samael and his Mother lived, killing all in they found as they searched for the hybrid child," Gabriel had been horrified and saddened by the wasteful killings, there had been no need to do it. "They killed his Mother in front of him, causing his powers to manifest, the only thing that bought him the time until Lucifer arrived with some of his men, they slaughtered those who had done the killing and Samael was taken by his Father."

Deyn was shocked, they had slaughtered innocent humans, children included, all to get to Samael? How could they? "Thank you for your time," he left, lost in thought. Neither noticed the one observing their conversation with a frown.

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Deyn laughed as Samael told him of some of his early training mishaps. After learning of his traumatic childhood, it was good to see him so happy. This war had destroyed a lot of lives and childhoods, but Samael's hurt more than others, because he knew him? This time he was the one to offer a protecting wing when the wind blasted through and it earnt him a bright smile. That smile…it made him feel strange, like nothing he'd ever felt before. He felt happier, more at home with his enemy than among his own.

"Deep thoughts?" Samael asked, sensing his mood.

Deyn smiled, "not really." They sat quietly for a while until he stood. "I will see you soon." Samael nodded and Deyn returned home.

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Deyn appeared before his superior and bowed. "You summoned me."

"I did," Michael agreed, staring at his best warrior. "I am concerned for you Deyn."

"Sir?" Deyn cocked his head curiously while deep down he felt a brief surge of fear, did he know?

"You have been asking questions better left unasked. You have been absent many times without any word as to your location. Most interestingly, you have faced the Prince more times in battle than any other…battles that have ended with both of you unharmed."

"He is a very skilled warrior," Deyn answered and it was the truth.

"Or perhaps it Is not a true battle," Michael offered and then sighed. "Know that I am doing this for your own good Brother. I will not allow you to Fall to their lies."

"Si…." Deyn was cut off as he screamed in utter agony. He struggled to focus and saw Michael's fist in his chest. He choked, hands weakly coming up to grip at Michael's before falling limply to his sides as he became too weak to even stand, help up only by the hand. When it was pulled back he crumpled, small whimpers slipping free as he stared up at Michael, and the glowing vial in his hand…. his Grace. He felt so heavy, unable to move or do anything.

"You brought this upon yourself Deyn, you should never have questioned. I am not without mercy, you will live as a human for eternity, never remembering who you once were or how you were tempted. You will never return to Heaven or Fall to Hell," Michael informed him as Deyn's world went black.

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"Push Katherine!" the midwife urged, and the young woman screamed in effort, her voice soon joined by the cries of a newborn boy.

Presently mother and son were cleaned up and she held her son in her arms, smiling as she gently ran her fingers through the downy blonde hair. "My beautiful Evan," Katherine whispered, utterly content. None of the humans in the room were aware of another watcher keeping an eye on events.

Michael nodded to himself, content that Deyn was now safe. All that was left was to ensure no one would ever find his Grace and return it to him or use it themselves.

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Samael sat at the fire for hours, he hadn't seen Deyn in the last two battles which was very odd. And now he was very late for their meeting. He pulled the chain around his neck out from under his shirt and grasped the Feather on the end of it, calling out to its owner but nothing happened. He waited as long as he could before leaving a message in case Deyn came later and then he returned home.

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"You are troubled Son," Lucifer commented as Samael gently tended to his wound. There were few who were ever allowed to see their King and Master weak, his son was one of them. "Does this have to do with the Angel you have been meeting the last several centuries?" he asked and saw Samael's eyes widen in surprise, making him chuckle. "I am old, not blind."

"I…yes. He's been missing form the last battles, he has not met with me either and when I tried to summon him, nothing happened," he admitted sadly.

"Could he have been killed?"

"If Deyn was killed I think everyone would know."

Well that was a shock, he had thought one of the lower rank…but Deyn? It was amazing that he had even considered questioning. And it meant one of his men would need to be informed of his disappearance and possible death, although he agreed with his son, it was highly unlikely he could have died without them knowing.

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It had been over a century with no sign of Deyn, no matter what was tried. Samael tried to remain optimistic, but it was hard. It had been a shock when Dumah had gone nuts at the news and then to learn Deyn was his son… to think they could have known each other since Samael had been brought home, rather than being on opposite sides. Then again if Deyn had been raised here he would have been different and maybe they would not have become close anyway. It hurt…Deyn was really the closest friend he had, and he really cared about him.

He'd never felt this sort of pain before, a pain he was actually happy to take out on the enemy. His Father was happy with the change and they had won several battles with his new attitude. He was not sure why Deyn's disappearance was affecting him so deeply, they were just friends, were they not? It was not possible…. was it? Did he…could he…love him?

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Samael walked between the racks, forcing himself to ignore the pleas of the human souls as they saw him. He had heard that a scouting party had gotten lucky and brought a captive back with them. He despised Alistair, but he was very good at his job and Samael needed information. He entered the heavily shielded room, designed to keep Angels from escaping to find the torturer already at work.

"Welcome my Prince," Alistair greeted as he continued trying to break the Angel. "What brings you to my humble workshop?"

"Your prisoner, I need information."

"Of course, Sire, what do you wish to know?"

"The fate of Deyn."

"If he knows I shall inform you at once."

It took thirty years, but the Angel finally gave up the information and Samael felt sick and enraged. How could they? He stormed into the Throne Room, the doors slamming open before him without a touch, getting the attention of all within.

He took one look at his sons face and knew it was not good. "Leave us," he commanded, and they scattered, no one had ever seen Samael that mad. "What has happened?"

"That…that bastard!" Samael snarled.

"Calm yourself Samael," he stood from his Throne and moved to grip his sons' shoulders. "What has happened?"

"I know he is your Brother, my Uncle, but I am going to kill him for what he has done."

"Michael?"

Samael nodded, trembling in rage and grief. "He ripped Deyn's Grace out and banished him to live as a human forever, continually reborn with no chance of ever coming to Hell or Heaven. He has no memories of who he is, no powers, nothing," he gasped out the last and collapsed in his Father's arms.

"I am so sorry," he gently put his son to sleep and sent him to his rooms before summoning Astaroth and several others, wanting their input on what could be done.

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Samael walked in slowly, they could all see his grief and pain as he approached the Throne. "Father?"

"We believe that if Deyn can be found we could bring him here, or if he could be coerced into making a Deal. The problem is finding him among the many humans," Lucifer explained gently. There was hope, but it was very slim.

"Then do to me what was done to him," Samael stated, and the room went dead silent. "I know I will find him."

"What good would that do with no memories or powers?" Astaroth demanded.

"I don't know, but it is my only chance. We know from when Mother was killed that I cannot hide with powers. I have to be human."

"No, I will not lose you," his Father snarled.

"Father please, it hurts so much. And it would not have to be exactly the same, I could return home in between lives, I could remember then," he offered.

He stared at his only son, he looked like he had barely slept since Deyn had disappeared. He was thin, pale… how could he say no if there was even a slim chance they could find each other? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Agreed."

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Samael stood within the ritual circle, trying to hide his fear as he looked around.

"Are you sure?" Lucifer asked sadly, drinking in his sons form as he stood with only his wings to preserve his modesty.

"Yes Father… I have to do this," he agreed and then smiled sadly. "I love you," he whispered and then screamed in pain as his powers were ripped away and the world faded away.

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"Push Sarah, you can do it, just push," Marcus urged his wife in the dim light of their cabin. There was no midwife or older woman to help, just him and he was terrified, what did he know of childbirth? She screamed, clutching the sheets as she pushed, over and over, until finally a silent child slipped into his hands. He shakily picked up the small, still form, terrified and then it suddenly screamed, and he laughed. "You did it!" he moved to show their son to Sarah and she smiled tiredly.

"Thomas, for your Father," she suggested, and he grinned.

"A good strong name."

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"My Lord!" Astaroth strode into the cold, dark, Throne Room. With the Prince's absence things had changed and no one liked it.

"What is it?"

"Dumah has learned what was done to Deyn, he was gone before any could stop him. He is going after Michael."

"Send a battalion after him, do not engage, just drag him back."

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Alex screamed as the wolf tore into him, his weapon out of reach. Thankfully he passed out from blood loss before it ripped him apart. His soul slipped free but before it could pass on it was yanked across the world and into a newly conceived child, a baby boy. Deyn's consciousness did not react as he was once again ripped from one life to the next. He would never know that at the moment of his 'death' as Alex, his Father was killed by the one who had condemned him to this existence.

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He watched as a soul landed in his Throne room, watching as it wavered and changed into the familiar and much missed form of his son. He stirred slowly and then sat up, looking around and Lucifer could see the instant Samael's memories returned, his son smiling at him before scrambling up and lunging in for a hug. "Any luck?"

"No, although I think… I found a man's body, I think it was Deyn. He was not long dead," Samael shook his head. "That was six months ago."

"And how did you die?" he asked and was surprised when his son blushed.

"There may have been an incident with a goat."

"Forget I asked, come, you should rest and then we can talk for a while."

"Yes Father," he was happy to find his rooms had remained untouched and easily fell asleep. A week Hell time later he moved on to his next life.

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Samael lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping and praying that this time it would work, this time he would be reunited with Deyn. He refused to lose hope.

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Gabriel looked in the window at the family within and smiled, he had finally found him. Deyn actually look surprisingly like himself, just tiny. With his punishment and then the death of Dumah…Gabriel had enacted his plan and vanished, hiding as a pagan god, Loki. He enjoyed the life and had been keeping an eye out for Deyn's next rebirth, because of something he had learned only recently. Samael had managed to convince his Father to do the same to him, trying to find Deyn. Something about what kept Deyn from moving on also worked to keep them apart, but he wasn't an Archangel for nothing. The Mother, Mary, was pregnant with another son, one who did not have a soul yet. He tracked Samael down and sighed. "You'll thank me one day," he muttered before killing his current body, catching his soul before he could return home and then gently placing it within the baby. This life they would be together, even if only as brothers. He would watch over them as much as he could but for now they were safe. He left, not realising just who the parents were or what was to come for their children.

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"Sam!" Dean screamed as he saw the man move behind his brother, knife in hand. Sam went to turn but it was too late and the blade was driven into his spine. Dean rushed forward as the man ran off, catching Sam as his legs crumpled. "It's okay, you're gonna be okay Sammy. We'll patch you up," he babbled as he put pressure on the wound and Sam weakly clung to him, gasping. "Stay with me Sam," he begged as Sam sagged against him. "Sam? Sammy? No! SAM!" Dean screamed in denial, cradling his brothers too still form.

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Sam scrambled to his feet, looking around in confusion until a flood of memories washed over him and he relaxed. "Father."

"Samael, it has been longer than usual."

"Yeah…it's weird, I went straight to the next life and I'm pretty sure I was killed to do it. I found him Father, I found Deyn. He is Dean Winchester."

"You were Samuel Winchester?" his Father asked in disbelief and Sam nodded. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused?" he shook his head. "Go, rest, we will speak later. With Deyn being a Hunter there may be more options to reuniting you."

Sure enough, just before Sam would have been moved on to a new life one of the Crossroads demons announced she had made a deal for Dean Winchester's soul…in return for his brother being brought back to life. Samael laughed and spun her around before rushing to tell his Father. No one could break that deal, they would finally be together for eternity. He felt horrible that Dean had felt there was no other way than to make a deal, and with only a year to live, but he was also overjoyed by the consequences Dean knew nothing about, yet. He would have to be careful, he did not want to scare him off.

He waited impatiently and then he felt the power of the contract grip him tight and yank him back into the body of Samuel 'Sammy' Winchester. He sat up with a gasp, sucking air into his lungs and trying not to cough. He looked around, frowning as he realised he was alone in what looked like an abandoned hut of some sort. He'd thought Dean would be there… then again Dean would have been at the crossroads and since Sam didn't know where he was he had no idea where the nearest one was. He would be back soon, he knew it.

The End.

Hope you enjoyed this, if you haven't read Hell's Heir, that starts where this finishes.