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Quote of the Chapter:
"This is not some silly game...This is life and death. Angels and demons."
~Melissa de la Cruz

Chapter 10: Heavenly Brothers

Michael

"You shouldn't have hit them so hard you blithering idiot," Faith's voice hissed.

"Oh shut it. They can't die unless you use that bloody angel blade. Oh, looks like someone is up," Hope said. Someone then proceeded to smack Michael across the face. His eyelids sprang open.

"Lay off my brother!" Gabriel snapped.

"Shut it Gabe," Hope ordered, slapping him too. Michael tried to stand up but he was stopped by a restraint. He looked down at his wrists. They were tied down to the arms of the chairs; his legs were tied to the legs of the chair.

"Who the hell are you and what have you done with Faith and Hope?" Michael demanded furiously, attempting to get out of his confinement.

Demon-Faith placed her hands on his arms and braced herself, her face a mere inch away from his. "I see why she's so in love with you. You're very handsome. Oh she's upset. Very upset. She's fighting me from the inside. She doesn't want me telling you that she loves you, afraid of running you off. She doesn't have to worry; you're going nowhere anytime soon." She patted his cheek and stood up. Michael realized that Demon-Faith was dressed in regular clothes: jeans and a t-shirt.

"Answer my damn question!" Michael barked.

"Feisty, isn't he?" Demon-Hope queried drolly.

"When I get out of these stupid restraints, I'm going to kill the both of you," Gabriel retorted.

"Can't kill us without killing them," Demon-Hope pointed out. "So, you boys figured it out yet?"

"Figured out what? How to kill you? No, but I'm working on it quite diligently," Gabriel spat.

"Oh you're a funny one. No, I meant have you figured out what you are."

"No, we're nothing, no matter what anyone says. We're amnesiacs that are being accused of being something that we have no idea about and we're sick of you people. For the love of God, leave us the hell alone," Michael snarled.

"You're archangels you insolent boys. You, tall blonde, you're Michael, leader of them all. And short blonde, you're Gabriel, a healer and a trickster. You self-exiled yourself when you got sick of Michael and Lucifer bickering all the time," Demon-Faith informed smugly. "Preferred the company of humans rather than us supernatural beings. I can't blame you, humans are quite fun to be around. So naïve and fun to mess with."

"We are not archangels," Michael protested. "We may be something different but we are not archangels!"

Demon-Faith was about to say something when a crash from the stairwell interrupted her. Looking annoyed, she ordered Demon-Hope to go check it out. There was no need to though. Two men came crashing down the stairs; one held a gun, the other an evil looking knife.

"Oh look! The Winchesters have arrived to save the day," Demon-Hope observed sarcastically. "Pity that they don't know how much strength we possess thanks to our hosts."

"Let's let them find out," Demon-Faith remarked maliciously.

"Don't shoot them! Please! Don't kill them!" Gabriel pleaded to the new intruders.

"Sam! Release those two. I'll handle the bitches," the shorter, yet still tall, guy commanded.

"Uh, Dean, that would be easier if they weren't blocking the damn guys!" Sam pointed out.

"Come at us sweetheart," Demon-Hope purred, winking at Sam. He looked at her with a "what the hell" expression but charged at her. Michael watched helplessly as Demon-Faith threw Sam across the room with little to no effort. Dean tried to sneak over to Gabriel but Demon-Hope saw him. In a flash, she was next to him. She punched him square in the jaw, sending him crashing backwards into the wall. Michael cringed at the sight; that had to hurt. However, Dean wasn't deterred and he flung himself at her, much to Gabriel's protest.

"Don't hurt her! Please!" Gabriel begged.

"Dude! She's trying to kill me!" Dean argued, pinning Demon-Hope to the floor. She screamed. Demon-Faith came running into the room. Seeing Dean pinning her companion to the floor, she slammed her foot into his stomach. He crumpled to the floor.

"Sam! You can start saying it any time now!" Dean hollered. Sam was suddenly in the room. He started speaking a foreign language. It sounded like Latin. The two demon girls halted in their tracks, turning their attention to Sam. Their bodies started jerking around as they headed for him. Dean took advantage of the situation to come cut the ropes off of Gabriel and Michael. Once free, Michael grabbed Demon-Faith and pinned her to the wall. Gabriel was trying to get Demon-Hope off of Sam with the help of Dean.

"There's no way to help her," Demon-Faith whispered malevolently, her eyes flicking to solid black. It was disconcerting but that didn't deter Michael. She was pissing him off. His muscles started bulging out of his arms with the amount of force he was using against her. He tried to remember his girlfriend was still in her body, that the demon was merely controlling her at the moment. He also tried to ignore the pit feeling in his stomach but that was difficult.

"Get out of my girlfriend and go back to hell where you belong and don't come back here ever again," Michael growled firmly, glowering straight into the demon's eyes. That's when his stomach went back to normal and a black mass shot out of Faith's mouth and towards the ground, seeping through the cracks and into the floor below. Faith collapsed towards the ground but Michael caught her. He turned his attention to Demon-Hope who was still fighting ferociously. He gently placed Faith on the couch before grabbing Demon-Hope and forcing the demon out of her. Like Faith, Hope fell towards the floor but Gabriel caught her.

"What the-" Gabriel began as he lifted his girlfriend up into his arms.

"You have five seconds to explain who you are and why you're here," Michael ordered the two Winchester brothers who were staring at him in amazement.

"I'm, uh, Dean Winchester, and this is my younger brother Sam. You know us. In case you don't remember, you're in our brother's body," Dean explained.

Michael ignored the latter comment. "Why are you here?"

"We've been tracking demons and they led us here."

"What did they want with me and Michael?" Gabriel requested suspiciously.

"You two seriously don't know?" Dean queried.

Michael wanted to bang his head on a wall. People were apparently very ignorant. "No, we don't know. All we know is we're being accused of being archangels and our girlfriends are being chased by psycho, black-eyed things and are wanted for supposed powers they have that they don't know what they are! So tell me, do we know?"

"Still has his temper doesn't he?" Dean noted before being pinned to the wall by an invisible force. Michael, knowing he hadn't done that, turned to Gabriel, who had his hand thrust out.

"Sorry, he was getting on my nerves," Gabriel admitted bluntly.

"He hasn't changed either," Sam said.

"Get out of our house, stay away from us, stay away from our girlfriends, and stay out of our lives. We know we're different. We know we have superpowers, but we are not archangels. There is no possible way. We're already freaks of nature to the girls; we will not let them see our true nature if we want to stay with them. Do you understand me? So when they wake up, you are going to take all the credit for what just happened and why the demons are out of them, got it?" Michael asked, irate. Dean and Sam stared at him as if he'd lost it but they nodded in understanding. "Good."

Gabriel released the two brothers. "When will they wake up?"

"In a few minutes. You should get them something to drink; they'll probably be thirsty," Sam informed. Gabriel nodded and went to the kitchen. Michael walked over to the living room where he covered Faith and Hope with blankets.

"What are their names?" Sam queried.

"That's Faith. That's Hope. They know something's up with us, they just don't know what. Neither do Gabriel and I. We have no idea what the hell we are and don't you dare say we're archangels. I don't believe in that bull."

"Awkward…" Dean mumbled. "Hey, Sammy, why don't you go call Bobby, let him know what happened."

"Why me and not you?"

"He's in a drunken oblivion and he's really angry. I'm not calling him."

"Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Sam suggested. Dean glared at his brother but agreed. Michael watched impassively, his thoughts too focused on Faith and Hope. The two brothers threw their hands down in a fist three times before stopping. Sam's was still in a fist; Dean's was in 'scissor mode.' He threw his hands down in a childish tantrum of defeat.

"Always with the scissors Dean," Sam chided.

"Who the hell are these people?" Hope's weak voice demanded.

"I swear to god, if they are more bloody demons, they're going to bloody die," Faith added quietly. As if he heard their voices, Gabriel came rushing in, water sloshing out of the glasses he was carrying.

"This is Sam and Dean Winchester. They saved you from-" Michael began.

"The demons possessing you. We've been tracking those two for a while. Unfortunately, they chose you to pick on," Dean elucidated.

"They wanted Michael and Gabriel. Why?" Faith queried, sitting up.

"What do you mean?"

"Before they took over us, they said their boss wanted our minds and our boyfriends. Then everything went blank. I don't remember anything else."

Dean and Sam share a glance but said nothing about it; Instead, Sam said, "We need to get going. If you ever need help, here's our number. You four be careful."

With that, the two boys left, leaving Michael, Gabriel, Faith, and Hope in peace.

"Now what?" Hope questioned innocently.

"Now, we don't leave your sides," Gabriel replied, sitting next to her. Faith had already gone back to sleep. Michael sat next to her, resting his hand on hers. Looking at Hope and Gabriel he added, "I think it's time Gabriel and I figure out what we are."

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