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Authors Note: Well now that the last chapter is done (boy that took me forever) Absolutely nothing in this chapter is how I originally planned it, so here it goes! This is going to be a lot shorter than the last one, sorry but it's basically a filler.

Warnings: None.

Chapter 11

"Hello to you too, Morgan."

Azrael couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his voice as he took a seat on Gabriel's vacated chair. Groaning once he sat down, Azrael didn't protest as Gabriel stood behind him, resting his hands on Azrael's shoulders and rubbing them gently. With a sigh, Azrael began to speak, leaning forward a bit to give Gabriel more room.

"We don't have family the same way as humans, while we call each other brother and sister there is no actual blood relation. 'Brother' is simply the closest word to describe what we are to each other," shrugging his shoulders Azrael couldn't help the slight laugh in his next statement, "and if you read The Bible, you'll notice that incest is a common theme. It's not like Gabriel and I can procreate, and unlike our older brothers, our vessels aren't related."

Glancing around, Azrael ran a hand through his hair, he was exhausted. While angels may not need rest, Hell had taken a lot out of him. Gabriel never stopped rubbing his shoulders and upper back, letting Azrael know without words that the other would take care of him. Closing his eyes, Azrael waited until Gabriel's hands were once again on his shoulders before leaning back on the chair.

"Did Castiel satisfy your curiosity? While I know that you're all anxious for answers, the boys and I have things to go over." While Azrael spoke, he kept his eyes closed, his head tilted back while Gabriel worked on comforting him.

"You can talk battle strategy in the morning, you can barely keep your eyes open Az. We're going home and you're going to sleep for at least five hours before you do anything."

Smiling at Gabriel's worry, Azrael cracked an eye open, tilting his head back enough to see his intended. "We both know that there is much to do, once this is behind us you can take me wherever you want for a whole month, but now? We work."

"You look like you're about to pass out, you're no good to anyone if you can't keep your eyes open. Dean and I are going to need our four hours anyways, we can all rest up then come at this fresh in the morning." Said Sam, his earnest eyes looking at Azrael almost trying to will him to comply.

"Yeah Dude, I mean you were gone how long down there? I figure over a month or more and if anyone knows what It's like down there it's me. I don't care if you're an archangel or not, you need to recharge your batteries."

Glancing from one brother to the other, Azrael sighed as he locked gazes with Castiel who seemed to be agreeing silently with the two hunters. "You need to rest, brother." Castiel added before looking off to the side as if waiting for reprimand at having told an archangel what to do. Feeling the soft press of lips against the top of his head, Azrael caved. While he wanted to begin telling the rest of those fighting Lucifer what he found, they were right. He was no good to anyone as drained as he was.

"Alright, we'll rest until six tomorrow morning, Castiel will you take the boys back to whatever motel they're staying in? I'll bring coffee and breakfast." Looking at the angel who stood to move to Sam and Dean, Azrael smiled slightly at his younger brother. "Also, Castiel?" As the younger brother looked at him, Azrael bowed his head slightly before speaking, leaving the blue-eyed angel speechless.

"Thank you for taking care of my flock. Once I have had time to rest you may ask for boon, and should it be in my power to grant, I will do so."

"I-it was... thank you, may I think on it?" Asked the now timid angel, only receiving a nod of Azrael's head before Castiel took both hunters to their motel room. The second they left, Azrael sighed again, this time turning his focus on his former team.

"I'm sorry, I'm sure that having two more angels on your list of creatures met wasn't on your agenda today. They probably already told you, but the Winchesters are innocent of their perceived crimes. Was there anything that I can do for you before I leave? Hell took a lot out of me."

Penelope stood up from where she had been sitting at the table, and pushing past Morgan who tried to grab her hand, she stood right in front of Azrael. Her eyes flickered to Gabriel for a second before she practically flung herself at Azrael, holding him tightly against her. Azrael for his part held Penelope back just as tightly, placing his head on her shoulder as he pulled her into his lap, chuckling at her squeak.

"Don't you dare leave with no contact again! I don't care how busy you are saving the world, you pick up the phone and you call me!"

Nodding his head, Azrael gave them a moment to just hold each other. While it hurt the others didn't accept him, Penelope Garcia had been his rock, and losing her had hurt more than anyone. Once she had calmed, Azrael stood with her, being careful to help her to stand before he took a step back. Smiling at her Azrael spoke softly, his hand reaching back which Gabriel wasted no time in grasping.

"I promise Garcia, no more radio silence. I can't promise every day, but I'll be sure to keep in touch as much as I can. And if... something happens, someone will let you know."

It hurt to mention, and he could see the tears starting to pool in her eyes, but they were entering dangerous territory. Even being the Archangel of Death, Azrael could still be killed, if it took or not was decided by Death. The hand holding his own squeezed slightly, reassuring Azrael that he wasn't alone. Unable to take any more for the night, Azrael looked at everyone at the table before he spoke.

"If you need help, pray... someone is always listening for my prayers. I'm sorry."

With that Azrael leaned back against Gabriel who grabbed him quickly, flying them to one of his houses. Letting his intended lead, Azrael barely had enough thought to strip off his clothing. Naked, Azrael crawled into bed, absently noting that Gabriel stripped down as well before pulling Azrael against him. While they couldn't achieve true sleep, the two archangels let themselves relax in the arms of their future mate. For the first time in over a month, Azrael allowed himself to relax; safe.

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