Ooh I don't know what happened last chapter but there were a lot fewer reviews than usual. I hope I haven't lost any readers. I promise I'll get back to speedy updates and better chapters.

But thank you so much to those of you who have reviewed. It means a lot to me. I hope this next chapter makes up for the last one. It's going to be filled with complete nonsense and silliness. Think we need that.

**Warning: There will be drug use in this chapter. Marijuana and GraceRoot (Kinda made it up).

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Chapter 77: Family Night 1:

"I'm riding with Sam and Dean!" Gabriel said loudly as he ran over to the Impala. He jumped up on the hood and slid across it until he collided with Sam, who was on the other side.

"Hey!" Dean shouted angrily as he watched the archangel on his baby, "Get your feathery ass off my baby!"

Sam just shook his head at the ballsy move Gabriel made by doing that. He wouldn't be surprised if Dean shot the archangel just because. Gabriel just smirked as he landed back on his feet and turned to stare at everyone arriving.

"Whose bright idea was this anyways?" Dean asked with annoyance as he tried to figure out how to fit everyone.

"Gabriel thought it would be nice to get the family together," Balthazar's voice sounded behind him.

Dean spun around, almost tripping with surprise. He huffed out and pushed at the angel's shoulders; Balthazar was only mere inches from him "Personal space. I swear, you all need to go to a class about it."

Balthazar didn't even move a centimeter from Dean's shove but he just smiled and turned around to examine the crowd.

Sam and Gabriel stood to the right of the Impala while Dean stood on the left. Bobby was stomping out of the front door, followed by Lucifer, who had a bloody hole in his dark blue shirt to the left side of his chest. He was just laughing as he followed the hunter who looked all too much like an angry bulldog.

"Well, I don't think we're all going to fit in the car," Dean said as he walked towards the house "Why don't you all just fly there?"

"I've got a brilliant idea!" Gabriel said with excitement as he pulled away from Sam.

"Oh no," Sam groaned with a slight smile. Gabriel's ideas were either really great or just simply horrific.

Gabriel rubbed his hands together before snapping his fingers. A moment later, a new vehicle appeared in the driveway besides the Impala. Everyone turned their attention to it and just stared.

"Oh hell no," Dean said, crossing his arms "I wouldn't be caught dead in that."

Gabriel chuckled as he patted the bright colored Volkswagen campervan. Peace signs and flowers of neon colors decorated the outside of the long van. It was old and looked like a bunch of tree hugging hippies were going to live in it.

"Oh, nice one Gabe," Balthazar complimented as he walked over to the van. He slid open the door to inspect the inside. He lifted his eyebrows at the surprisingly nice material. The outside looked old but the inside was filled with three rows of seats, each wide enough to fit three grown men. The seats were thick, tan leather with cup holders. There was a small cooler at the end of each row, filled with bottles of champagne, wine, whiskey, scotch and beer. All of the windows were tinted, that including the windshield. The front seat was also one wide seat that could also fit three grown men. There were speakers throughout the entire van and a console consisting of a large CD player, tape player and Ipod jack.

There also happened to be a GPS system in the front as well as intricate looking curves for the dashboard and steering wheel. For a few finishing touches, there were pull out TVs in front of each row, a hula girl on the dashboard and fluffy pink dice hanging off of the mirror.

"Wow Gabriel," Balthazar whistled "Looks like an old seventies van on the outside but a new hybrid on the inside."

Gabriel smirked proudly "It's pretty awesome."

"There are flowers on it," Dean said, staring at the Impala "You guys can go in that, I'll just take baby."

"No," Gabriel said firmly "This is a family thing. That means all of us."

"Would we all even fit in there?" Dean asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Definitely," Gabriel said in a clipped tone.

Dean slowly walked over to the van. He peered inside and lifted his eyebrows in surprise. Though he could tell that whoever was sitting in the back would be crammed together so he turned "I'm driving then."

"Good cause I need me some Sammy time," Gabriel said with a smirk as he yanked the tall Winchester into his arms.

Dean sighed "Where is Cas?" he asked, turning to Balthazar.

"I think he and Michael are upstairs discussing some things," Balthazar replied as he sipped at a glass of amber liquid.

"Got any more of that?" Dean asked, his stomach warming at the idea.

Balthazar clicked his fingers and a glass appeared in Dean's hand. Dean smiled as he breathed in the smoky yet strong scent "Thanks," he said as he took a sip.

His heart skipped a beat and he jumped when the crack of a shotgun echoed through the air. He spun around so fast, he spilled the alcohol all over his shirt.

"Ow," Lucifer groaned as he held his hand over the wound in the center of his forehead that was healing within seconds. Bobby kept the shotgun pointed at him.

"What is going on?" Dean asked, walking over.

"I warned him to shut the hell up," Bobby muttered, his voice gruff.

"Why do you keep shooting me!" Lucifer hissed, rubbing away remnants of blood from his forehead "I'm going to have to change now."

"I can't do this," Bobby muttered as he placed the gun down.

"What did you do now?" Gabriel asked Lucifer.

"I just told him that I saw his dad downstairs," Lucifer said, trying to sound innocent, "He was a horrible man."

"You don't just talk about stuff like that," Gabriel scolded "I'd shoot you too."

Lucifer rolled his eyes "whatever," he mumbled.

"What is that?" Bobby asked, pointing to the van.

"That is a motor vehicle. It serves the purpose of transporting humans and other objects from one place to another," Gabriel said slowly.

Bobby just shot a glare in his direction before walking over to Dean, who was wiping the residue of his scotch off of his skin.

Dean jumped when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder, right over the print engraved into his skin. Waves of tingles and pleasure coursed through his body, causing the hair on his skin to stand tall. He spun around to see Castiel with a slight smirk on his face.

"You can't just do that out of nowhere," Dean said, letting out a breath as the feeling stopped rushing.

Castiel just smiled, his blue eyes glimmering in the dim lighting from the porch light.

"So where are we going?" Dean asked Gabriel, who was eating a candy bar.

"Dinner," Gabriel said simply "There is this restaurant that would be perfect."

"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked "We are going out to dinner? You guys don't even need to eat."

"That doesn't mean we can't," Gabriel argued "And I bet tight ass over there hasn't even tasted a cheeseburger before," he pointed at Michael, who just stared at Gabriel for a moment, no amusement in those eyes.

"Have you?" Dean asked curiously.

Michael ran a hand through his thick, dark hair and shook his head "It's unnecessary," he said.

"Cheeseburgers are delicious," Castiel said, narrowing his eyes.

Dean watched Castiel and Michael stare at each other for a long moment and suddenly both of their lips twitched into ghostly smirks; that was very odd.

"Let's go," Gabriel said, tossing his candy wrapper onto the ground "I'm starving."

Dean sighed and shook his head but followed the rest of them to the van.

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Dean sighed as he glanced at the GPS which said there was still at least another forty five minutes left to the drive. He was literally about to tear the faces off of each and every person in the backseats. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white as he listened to a few of the conversations happening.

"No," Lucifer argued "I definitely did not do that!"

"Yes you did," Michael said "Gabriel was there," he moved his arm to point at the row behind them where Gabriel was straddling Sam.

Bobby grunted when Michael's elbow slammed into the side of his head, knocking his hat off. He ground his teeth as he went to punch Michael in the arm and pick up his hat. He scowled when he saw a flash of a hand pick up his hat. He turned his head to Lucifer, who was now wearing it.

Lucifer smirked and held a hand up as he put on a gruff expression "Damn you idjits," he said in a scruff voice, staring at Bobby, who looked as though he was about to shoot Lucifer again.

Dean couldn't help but laugh at how much that actually sounded like Bobby. Lucifer lightened when he got a reaction so he went on, slapping away Bobby's hands as they tried to pry the hat back.

"I get a pedicure once and a while at this nice Vietnamese joint," Lucifer mocked Bobby again.

Bobby's eyes grew wide in confusion at how Lucifer knew that information.

"Okay enough Lucifer," Gabriel said, grabbing the hat off of Lucifer's head and placing it firmly on Bobby's.

"Why aren't you in the seat in front of you?" Sam asked, knowing only Balthazar was there.

"He's lounged across the whole thing," Bobby said.

"Then kick him off," Dean interjected as he glanced back.

Bobby shrugged then stood up, debating on which side to get out from…either over Michael or Lucifer. Before he could decide, he felt his body shoved and he tumbled over the seat, falling on top of Balthazar, who shot up in shock, his wings blowing out and filling the space with feathers.

Bobby grunted as he climbed off of the floor and claimed the seat before it could be taken again.

"Ooh I happen to like when men fall all over me," Balthazar drawled, winking at Bobby, who was starting to regret that particular seat.

"Castiel, give me your seat," Bobby demanded, walking over to the space.

Castiel shot wide blue eyes at him but nodded and in a flash, he was behind Bobby, who climbed over the seat, finally relaxing now that he was out of reach of the angels.

Castiel let his body fall back onto the seat beside Balthazar.

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They were now pulling into the parking lot of what looked like a trashy warehouse with a half-blinking neon sign that said 'Food' with a finger pointing to the building. The parking lot was surprisingly full with many different cars, some new hybrids and the others extreme sports cars like Lamborghinis and Aston Martins. Then there were the classic cars like the 68' Corvette Stingray and even a sweet, perfect conditioned Bentley.

"The building looks like crap, Gabe," Dean said, finding a parking spot in the back by the woods, "you better not have brought us to some secret dog fighting ring."

Gabriel scowled "I'm not that cruel," he said "you should see what I did to the last guy I caught throwing dog fights."

"Puppy chow?" Sam asked, lifting his head to stare at their surroundings.

Gabriel chuckled, "Oh yeah."

"Good," Dean said "they are just as much monsters as anything out here," he finally stopped the van beneath a cluster of tree branches. He was about to walk out when all of the doors locked.

"Dude," Dean said, spinning around to stare at the ones in the back of the van.

Gabriel smirked widely "Before we go in there, I've brought a special treat."

"Oh no," was pretty much what escaped everyone's lips at once.

Gabriel smiled as he reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out two ziplock bags. Each bag held what Dean knew were joints…fat ones…rolled up tight.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked, backing away from Gabriel slightly "Weed?"

Gabriel smirked "Nobody is leaving this vehicle until they smoke at least one of these each," he held up one bag with three joints in it "These are for the humans…good stuff, too. Got it in Germany," he opened the bag and handed one to Sam then tossed the bag up to Dean and Bobby.

"I'm not smoking this," Sam said, shaking his head.

"You will," Gabriel said "Come on…this will be fun."

Dean wasn't going to complain as he pulled one out. He sniffed it and lifted his eyebrows "Nice and skunky." He handed the last one to Bobby, who seemed hesitant at first but took it quickly, sniffing it as well.

"Well, what are you gonna' smoke? I can't see marijuana affecting you," Sam pointed out as he took a sniff of his as well.

Gabriel's smirk widened as he opened the other bag.

Michael, Lucifer, Castiel and Balthazar all lifted their eyebrows as they instantly caught the potent scent. Lucifer and Balthazar both smirked with delight as they reached for one of the joints that were filled with bright, almost glowing blue leaves.

"Grace Root?" Michael asked, his voice filled with distaste as he narrowed his eyes at Gabriel "You know that it's forbidden."

Gabriel sighed dramatically "Oh come on," he groaned "Stop being so stiff. Relax a little…have you even tried it before?"

Michael just stared at him blankly.

"You haven't?" Lucifer asked with wide eyes "You have been missing out!" he breathed in the amazing scent through the thin paper. He held the joint out to Michael "Just smell it."

Michael shook his head in disapproval but Lucifer shoved it closer to him.

"Don't you know that peer pressure is wrong?" Dean said as he lit his own one. He sucked it in deeply, letting it rest into his lungs for a moment before letting it out in a puff of white. He smiled and leaned back at the incredible sensations flowing through his body; yeah, it was good stuff. He glanced over to see Bobby already working at his.

"Grace root?" Castiel asked with confusion "How have I not heard of it?"

"Because we aren't supposed to be smoking it," Michael said firmly "I'm really disappointed in you, Gabriel."

Gabriel rolled his eyes as he sparked his own. Sam followed suit, knowing he just wanted to have a good time. Balthazar and Lucifer were already working at theirs and the van was suddenly becoming thick with smoke in the scent of skunk and something like cinnamon and ozone.

Castiel debated on whether or not to try it but eventually, he reached out to grab a joint from Gabriel, who cheered him on.

Michael sat there for a moment, wanting to flee the vehicle but he suddenly found that he couldn't. He was feeling strange as he breathed in the fumes of the smoke billowing around him. He felt lazy and lightheaded and before he realized it, he was grabbing the last joint and putting it to his lips.

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Okay, sorry about the drug thing. I just wanted to throw something in there like that. The next chapter will be about ALL of them higher than Heaven. It will be very humorous and awkward.

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