Title: Everlasting God

Chapter Eleven

Summary: Castiel, Sam and Dean find God. Problem is, he isn't what they were expecting at all.

Pairings: allusion to Dean/Castiel, OC/OC, Michael/Gabriel, and Gabriel/Lucifer.

Warning: Religious tones, non con references.

"What happened?" Bobby asked eyebrow narrowed. Dean arrived looking rather annoyed and glum as JC disappeared into a room, locking the door behind him. Meli seemed troubled as she sat beside James forcing him to sit down as he tried to go after the boy king.

"Let him have some time alone," Meli whispered. "We'll talk to him in a minute."

James nodded as Dean quietly told the sad tale; the three men understood immediately without question and fell silent none able to find the right thing to say.

"So... Michael's on earth?" Sam asked. "But I thought he couldn't without you know, you too well..."

"If Lucifer can so can Michael apparently," Dean grumbled.

"Yes, Dean is the supersized condom."

"Jesus Christ!" Dean cursed, as Michael appeared beside him, standing casually with his arms behind his back.

"No, I am Michael," the archangel corrected with a slight smirk. Dean growled at him as Michael sat beside James and lifted his left leg onto his lap. He relaxed against the couch and stared up at Dean, "Shouldn't Castiel be here somewhere?"

"What?" Dean asked, his eyebrow rose.

"Well, last I heard my young brother was travelling with you," Michael replied, as he pulled out a handful of peanuts and slowly devoured each one individually. "In search of our father, a mission he clearly succeeded in."

"What do you care what Cass is up too?" Dean snapped, "You sons of bitches were the ones that killed him! Your stupid teenage mutant ninja angel!"

"Would you like a nut?" Michael smiled again, which in turn infuriated the human further. "You three are like the three wise men, again. All we need now is the ass."

"What the hell is he on about?" Dean hissed.

"Nativity," Sam replied.

"Well... You're the ass!" Dean hissed at the angel. Michael smiled in response munching on another peanut.

As his brother slept Castiel found an appropriate place using the internet to allow his brother to heal and rest. It was no Hilton, it would do.

It was perfect, Castiel decided as he gently roused his brother awake. They would leave immediately.

"Go 'way," Gabriel grumbled, as Castiel shook him gently.

"Wake up my dear brother," Castiel urged, softly. Gabriel stirred, moaning tiredly as his grey eyes met Castiel's radiant blue. "That's it. Come, I've found us somewhere better to stay until I figure out what to do."

Gabriel sat up slowly, wincing as.

"Where are we going?" Gabriel asked his voice coarse, as he sat up wincing; pain soared through his lower back.

"Villa San Michele," Castiel replied, before asking worried, "Are you okay?"

"Fine. Villa San- isn't that in Italy?" Gabriel asked, a thick eyebrow rising.

"I don't know," Castiel shrugged, as he brought forward the brochure he had printed of in the local internet cafe. Gabriel stared at it with wide eyes. "I found it online, it has fine dining nearby, a fitness centre, a pool, both of which will serve well in your healing progress, fast internet service, and it allows pets. You can play tennis, horseback riding, shopping, biking, and hiking and- You don't like it? I could find a more appropriate place if you like."

Gabriel stared at him with narrowed eyebrows and a wide mouth, "Castiel, this is a five star resort for honeymooners, we are not honeymooners, nor will we ever be. It costs far too much... though the fast internet service means I could play Tetris... But it is out of the country, we should remain here, or we could go to Australia, it is summer there, and I've always wanted to go to the Great Barrier Reef."

"I- uh, there was the Hayman Island Resort," Castiel shrugged, "It is near the Reef."

"No," Gabriel smiled, kindly at his brother. "Let us remain here, where Michael will be able to find us."

"I-I-" Castiel's eyes bulked in worry.

"Don't worry, he won't kill you," Gabriel assured, lying back down. Castiel nodded, disbelievingly.

"At least let me take you to a motel room which hasn't got roaches that can fly," Castiel winced.

"Father's worst creation," Gabriel winced as he and Castiel watched the large black insect scurry across the wall and disappear behind a painting. "Alright, where are you going to take us?"

"Look, what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked. "Because I ain't gonna say yes to you. And Sammy ain't gonna say yes to your douche of a brother either."

"May we speak privately?' Michael asked, standing up before the three hunters. The parents of his Father had disappeared into the home in search of their son. Dean stood up and stalked up to the angel and with a childish growl said no. Michael shrugged and before Sam and Bobby knew what had happened, the archangel and his stubborn vessel disappeared.

"shit!" Sam cursed.

"What the!?" Dean snapped, clinging onto the angel as they stood on the edge of a large bridge, Michael walked casually across the bridge's narrow lines pulling Dean along, who glanced down and found himself hanging miles above a sea. Dean swore as he tightened his grip around the angel. "This is your big plan, scare me into saying yes."

"No," Michael smiled, "I like the view up here."

"Where the hell is up here?" Dean asked as he looked around his surroundings. The water was surrounded by land, and bright lights. A shell-shaped building caught his attention and Dean cursed, "Is this the- are we on the Harbour Bridge!?"

"Well, no, that over there is the Harbour Bridge," Michael smiled, pointing at a familiar wonder. "This is the Anzac Bridge."

"We're in Australia?!"

"Yes, come, I'll buy you an Aussie beer and burger," Michael smiled and moments later they stood outside a pub as Dean's world spun. His head ached as Michael steadied him and pulled him inside; before Dean's mind caught up with what was occurring, he was sitting at a table with Michael and two large beers. "Cheers."

"I think I might need a whiskey instead," Dean grumbled, as he looked across the table at the angel.

"Don't worry, you will not be constipated this time," Michael smiled. "Now, since you are comfortable-"

"Comfortable!? I'm pissed off, you whisked me of to Australia in the middle of a-" Dean's attention was blocked by a flock of women dressed in shorts, mini dresses and bikini tops.

"And have something to view," Michael continued, as though never interrupted. "Let us get down to business."

"Yeah," Dean said, staring out the window in awe.

Two chapters today, since the last one was short and boring... Plus this one makes fun of Sam, Dean and Bobby, calling them the three wise men... it wouldn't surprise me!

Peace and chicken grease

afro