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Sammy's POV

I froze. When Gabe said something so serious, so important, you learn to listen. Two angels who I assumed were his generals, Hephimiah and Joseph, walked into the camp. I saw a small pair of feet in white shoes with pink bows walking behind them.

They parted, and a little girl with pigtails stepped out from behind them. If you look up 'stereotype' in the dictionary, you would see her, captioned with 'bratty little sister'. "Hello you must be Samuel, eh? I'm Sylvesti, and I will be your downfall," Ugh, even her accent was stereotypical.

"Yeah, take a number," I sassed, glancing at Gabe questioningly.

"She, uh, she's an angel, one of the older ones, and she has a large scary army and she's going to kill you and Dean- well, she's blackmailing me to kill you and Dean," Gabe rambled, glancing back and forth between me and the bite-sized brat.

Dean and Cas, from somewhere behind me, narrowed their eyes and clenched their fists. "Get in line, asshat! Half of America wants me dead, anyways," Dean growled in a murderous voice. Gabriel looked even more nervous, if that's possible. He looked at me, discomfort clear in his eyes.

"She, um, she threatened to, um, kill my soldiers, all of them," He said in a small voice. He clearly felt guilty that he had to choose his army over us. "Sammoose, baby, I really am sorry, but the forces of Heaven can't fall, you understand?" He looked down.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "How do you know she isn't lying?" I had to know.

"She, well, her forces, she calls them the Mamlaka, that's Swahili for 'Jurisdiction', they match mine, and, see, she already killed five of my best," He explained quietly, glancing at the girl, who was tapping her tone impatiently, talking to one of the younger-looking Angels of the Host. I nodded.

"Okay, but now you have Castiel on your team, and there's no chance that he's letting Dean die, you know that," I said quietly so that the midget couldn't hear us.

"That's... That's true," He looked at Cas, who was talking urgently with Jacob. They were making violent gestures, and Jacob kept waving his hand towards Sylvesti. Dean was having an argument with Hephimiah, probably about the most logical weapons to use in combat. "I guess if we tried we might be able to win, but..."

"But what?"

"But she has an angry horde of hell hounds on her side."

Well, that dampens things quite a bit. "Hell hounds? But, like, as angels you can see 'em, right? And Dean and I would just soak glasses in Holy Fire, yeah?" I whispered quickly, my eyebrows furrowing.

"You, uh, you aren't wrong, baby, like usual, but do you really think we can beat them? There's over twenty of the hounds," He was nervously playing with the chocolate in his pockets, frowning deeply.

"Are you kidding, Gabe? Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Sam Freakin' Winchester, and this here's my brother, Dean Goddamn Winchester," I pointed out, giving him my bitchface.

"Touché, darlin'. Touché," And that's all he said before walking over to Jacob and Cas, whispering something to Jacob, and walking over to where his angels were playing some ridiculous game. He kept his eyes trained on Jacob, waiting for something.

"Silence!" Jacob yelled, and immediately all the chattering voices fell silent. Their heads all whirled around to face him loyally. "I have a… proposition. No, a demand. We will not yield! We will not obey the commands of this… Child's army, nor the army of any other!" Sylvesti looked shocked and angered. Wow, imagine that.

"How dare you, you pompous peace of scum!" She screamed childishly. "I will kill you all! You think you could beat my Mamlaka?" Okay, don't get me started on how stupid that sounds, coming out of anyone's mouth. But that's beside the point.

Gabriel stood up with a slight smirk. "Yeah, you know why? You made the mistake of letting the three most skilled killers in possibly the whole world into my camp. I assume you know Castiel, and you definitely know the other two?" Castiel was looking at me, confused, before he thought it out and realization dawned on his face.

"You have such pathetic faith in these boys. They've much to learn before they are the most skilled," Sylvesti taunted. I thought we were going to have to physically restrain my brother, he was so tense and vicious looking. I rolled my eyes and scoffed quietly.

"Well of course I do, they have proven themselves worthy of the title multiple times," Gabe was being so sappy. Ugh.

"So then you wouldn't mind putting Samuel and Dean against my best?" Sylvesti said with a slight smirk and a hair flip. Stupid child.

Dean chose this moment to speak up. "Okay, me and Sammy can make out own decisions, we're big boys now. So, after absolutely no planning or anything, we've decided- Okay, fine, I've decided that we could kill anyone you throw at us," He said cockily.

I glanced at my brother skeptically and walked over to him so I could whisper into his ear. "The pint-sized princess has a patch of Hell Hounds," I whispered quickly. His face whitened for only a second before he clenched his fist.

"All the more reason to beat 'em up," He growled. I couldn't help but agree. Sylvesti cackled. She legitimately cackled like the psychotic megalomaniac that she is.

"Great, so it's settled? The Wonder Twins will try and beat my soldiers? Good luck, peasants!" She chirped. Gabe looked up, rolling his eyes.

"You did not just call the Winchesters 'peasants'. Oh, hon. You're screwed," He had this half smirk on his face.

"I do what I want. Gabriel, bring the idiots to that pretty meadow. You know, the one with the flowers? The blue, not the pink. You know what I'm saying. Yeah, bring them there. See ya!" She giggled and flew away. Jacob looked at us nervously.

"Um, sires? Gabriel? The blue flowers she's talking about are right near a canyon. Mortals cannot fly, last time I checked," He informed us.

"I know, that why we are going with them," Gabe replied.

Castiel grinned, "It's not like we're going to leave out human's side at all, now are we?" He smirked, grabbing Dean's hand.

"You know, unless a volcano randomly erupts underneath us," Gabe pointed out, putting his hand in mine. It was funny because he had to reach up slightly.

"Well, the probability of that happening is about .1%, so I think we're safe," Jacob laughed. Gabe smirked wildly and flew us all to the agreed meeting place.

Author's Note: Well, it's been forever, hasn't it, my sweet yogurt-covered pretzels? I really am sorry, but I have to keep all my grades above a 90 and I have NHS and NAHS, Taekwondo, and other time consuming things, and I've been binge-watching Psych and binge-listening to Welcome to Night Vale. So, yeah, sorry. Seriously, I'm too stressed out for a minor.

Demigod out for an undetermined amount of time, dearies!