Story So Far: Flashback: Dean and Sam are in Heaven, trying to warn Ophan about Raphael and Michael's plot to overtake God's throne. Current Time: Dean and Sam were chased by angels that seek to kill them from their second hotel room. Now they are hiding out at Bobby's and trying to figure out why the angels want to kill them.

Rating: T for language and violence

A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long to update- had a bit of writer's block. I've got the story all plotted out, it's just getting there that's the hard part!

A/N 2: Hilarious factoid about the last chapter- at one point Dean is singing along to a Ramones song. But in the first draft I had him singing to the Jefferson Airplane (later known as Jefferson Starship) song "Go Ask Alice". I changed it because it seemed a little too trippy for Dean. Lol! Then of course I saw "Mommy Dearest" and I had to laugh- I'm really glad I went with the Ramones instead! Anyway, not really important but I thought I'd share that :P

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They hadn't really thought out a plan for what they'd do when they got there. If Dean had thought about it he just figured they'd walk in, walk up to Ophan and say something like, 'Hey there Chuckles, let me tell you about what Michael and Raphael are planning…' But the place was a lot more massive than they had pictured and hell, they didn't even know what Ophan looked like or where he was holed up.

They were skulking around, looking for the Throne Room. Whenever an angel would come into sight they would duck behind a random door, a large plant or whatever would hide them. Though strangely enough, seeing as it was the throne of God, there were surprisingly few guards.

Spotted by one of the guards, they ducked down a hall, jumped in a closet and waited for him to give up and leave.

'Man, get off my freakin' foot!' Dean growled at Sam. 'Why do I have to be stuck in a closet with freakin' sasquatch?'. The minutes ticked by, they could still hear footsteps and heavy breathing outside the door.

Dean shifted around trying to find a more comfortable position in the dark. This was awkward. His elbow connected to something hard. Sam's chest.

'Ow!' Sam yelped, 'Good grief Dean, just cool it, ok?'

'Good one, Sam. Thanks for revealing our location to everyone within fifty miles of here. You're so damn loud.'

Sam placed his ear to the door, listened intently for any more footsteps. None came. Cracked the door open just a little, peaked his head out, and gave Dean the all-clear sign.

'Do we even know where we're going?' Sam asked.

Dean shrugged, 'Not really, but I was hoping it was another one of those, we'll know it when we see it, things.'

They crept along the hallway, trying not to alert anyone to their presence but their shoes were shockingly loud, echoing against the marble floors. The long corridor, that led God knows where, was unnervingly quiet, deserted. There were many doors along the hallway. What was behind them was anybody's guess. Any one of them could have been the door that led to the throne of God but to open the wrong one was to risk exposure. They needed some reason to suspect that it was the right door before they risked opening it.

If they were hoping for a big neon sign with flashing lights saying "This way to the Throne" or "Turn left, Throne Room Two Doors Down" they would be disappointed. In fact when they did find the room there really was nothing to set it apart. Other than the fact that the room had no door.

Dean peered cautiously through the doorway. There was Ophan. Standing guard. Dean didn't exactly know what he had expected Ophan to look like but this dude definitely wasn't it. Gentle looking. Slightly balding. And a little shady. Not exactly Chuck Norris or Sylvester Stalone, which was what Dean had been secretly hoping for.

'Heh. He's not what I'd have pictured.' he turned to Sam with a smirk, 'I wouldn't trust him to guard the gift table at a kid's Chuck E Cheese birthday party!'

'Yeah, well looks can be deceiving. That's just his vessel."

'Seriously Sam, this is the freakin' throne of God. Angels are planning a full scale attack on it and this is all God could pull together to guard his throne while he's gone?'

They stood there silent for several moments until Dean spoke, 'Come on, we've been standing here for ten minutes and he still doesn't even know we're here? I'm surprised he doesn't have some kind of spidey-sense or something… I could totally have snuck up and stabbed him in the back by now!'

Sam rolled his eyes, 'Don't underestimate him, Dean. So what's the plan? Do we just walk in?'

Dean glanced at Sam and then back at Ophan, standing there seemingly unaware of the brothers' presence. 'I don't know,' he said turning to Sam, "Do you think there's some sort of angelic tripwire that will strike us with lightning if we go through the door?'

Sam shrugged, 'Maybe we should ask him if it's alright if we come in. Ya know, let him know we're here.'

Dean felt a rush of wind, and then a strong, iron arm around his neck, pulling tightly and jerking him back.

'Oh trust me, 'he' knows you're here!' a soft voice, hissed angrily in Dean's ear. The man pulled his arm tighter around Dean's neck. It was Ophan.

Dean felt like a fish, gasping for air, his throat crushed, face turning blue, 'Dude,' He said to Sam, 'Is there someone behind me?' he managed to choke out

The angels were surrounding Bobby's house. Dozens of them, waiting till Dean and Sam either came out to play or stayed in there and eventually ran out of food and died of starvation.

Dean was paralyzed with pain, lying on the floor in a fetal position. The proximity and number of angels made the pain so much worse. The pressure building behind his eyes. The voices in Dean's head were overpowering. High-pitched screeching, not letting up.

Bobby turned to Sam, eyes wide, "What's wrong with Dean?"

"He's been getting these headaches off and on, he thinks they have something to do with the angels."

He knelt beside Dean, draped Dean's arm over his shoulder and helped lift him up off the floor. Stood up, supporting Dean's full weight. His knees threatening to buckle under him. Sam grunted under Dean's weight, "Bobby, we need to get him somewhere, maybe the panic room? I don't know, but it's underground… maybe it will help with the pain."

Bobby nodded silently and helped Sam drag Dean downstairs.

Sam's idea seemed to work to a certain extent. While the migraine wasn't completely gone, at least Dean could function. And while Dean could still hear the angel's voices, they had quieted down significantly. It was more like he could hear the neighbors fighting through thin apartment walls, rather than having those neighbors screaming directly in his ears.

Dean lay on a cot at one end of the room, lifting his head up, he said weakly, "I was hearing the angels in Heaven too."

Sam and Bobby both looked at Dean in surprise, "What?" Sam asked, startled.

Dean rubbed his eyes, coming to a sitting position on the edge of the cot, "I just remembered that. And I overheard their conversation. Michael and Raphael had plans to find Moses' bones and create a spell to gank Ophan and take over God's throne."

"Wow." Sam said, "You remember all this?"

Dean nodded.

"So I guess our theory was pretty close."

"Yeah. But I remembered more. When we were in Heaven, we tried to warn Cas and Ophan but Michael and Raphael found out about it and tried to kill us."

"Well," Bobby said, taking his hat off and running his hand through his hair, "The good news is now we know the angels won't be hanging around forever."

"Huh?" Dean's request for Bobby to elaborate.

"Well, it gives us an idea of how long they're going to be hanging around. Holing us up here. Apparently they just want to keep you boys from squealing to Cas about the big plan. Once the plan is carried out they won't need to kill you anymore."

"Yeah. I guess so." Sam sighed.

Dean, "So what's the plan? We're locked up here and Cas is locked out there. What do we do? "

'Huh. I gotta be honest here Sammy, I think Folsom did the whole prison thing better.'

Sam, 'Remind me again Dean, why we're doing this. Because honestly, I don't really give a crap about this pissing contest between Cas and Raphael.'

Who knew that Heaven had a prison system? Despite trying to talk to Ophan, explain who they were and why they were there, Ophan had had several guards drag them to a cell, kicking and screaming the whole way. He hadn't given a crap that they were "The great Winchester Brothers" who had averted the apocalypse and were tight with Castiel. They had broken into the throne of God. A crime that was apparently punishable by death. Now they were waiting to be brought before the Judgment Seat which God himself had presided over. Who knew who the new judge in town was now?

And they'd already been rotting in prison for several days, neither knew when the "trial" would be. Of course they'd be able to warn Ophan and Cas then, but perhaps it would be too late. They were running out of time.

'Well, well, well. Look who the cat dragged in!'

They had been sitting there, sleeping when Balthazar startled them awake.

The relief in Dean's eyes was obvious, 'Dude! We've been rotting in this jail for nearly a week, where've you been? And where's Cas?'

'Cas is a little preoccupied at the moment.'

'Are you gonna get us out of here?' Sam asked.

'Of course, because that's my single purpose in life. To save the Winchester boys' asses.'

'Well, we've got a lot we need to talk to you about.' Dean said.

'No time for chit chat. I'm here because you've got some seriously pissed off angels that want you dead. Personally, if it were up to me, I wouldn't give a crap but Cas sent me. So here I am. As if I have nothing better to do.'

'Wait Balt' Dean said, 'We really need to talk.'

Balthazar wasn't listening, 'Alright, party's over. I need to get you girls out of here.'

He turned to Sam, put his hand on Sam's forehead, 'Dean's festina corpus ad terrena vas Fronto' and Sam was gone.

Dean was puzzled, 'I'm a little rusty on my Latin but it sounded like you just called Sam "Dean"!'

But Balthazar was distracted, 'Shut up. They're closer than I realized. There's no time to fool around.' he hurriedly placed his hand on Dean's forehead and repeated the incantation, 'Sam's festina corpus ad terrena vas Fronto.' And zapped Dean back to earth.