Happy birthday to me! Hello, here I am again, a lot faster than usual. It's my birthday so I thought I'd just give you the next chapter (also as an apology for the size of the last one). This is another short one but I really couldn't make it longer. Sorry. Anyways, have fun with the chapter and

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"Dean and Sam have died again." Michael said with a sigh. She copied him. "How did they manage to even survive their teenage years?" she questioned. "The times they died this year alone … "

"I need you to check on Zachariah. He is supposed to resurrect them immediately, but, well … it's Zachariah. He hasn't really overcome his … humiliation."

She nodded. "What am I supposed to do if that's the case?"

"Just stop him. He's useful." Michael told her. She smiled at him. "I'll be back soon." she told him and flew through Heaven, on the search for Zachariah and the Winchesters. She landed in the hosue she recognized as Sam and Dean's family house, where their mother had died. And it turned out Michael was right to be worried. She was met with the sight of Zachariah punching Dean in the gut and Sam struggling agains the angels restraining him.

"Let me tell you something. I was on the fast track once. Employee of the month, every month, forever. I would walk these halls and people would AVERT THEIR EYES!" The house shook. "I HAD RESPECT! And then they assigned me you. Now look at me." Zachariah laughed bitterly. "I can't close the deal on a couple of flannel-wearing maggots? Everybody's laughing at me … and they're right to do it. So! Say yes, don't say yes, I'm still going to take it out of your asses. It's personal now, boys, and the last person in the history of creation you want as your enemy is me. And I'll tell you why. Lucifer may be strong, but I'm … petty. I'm going to be the angel on your shoulder for the rest of eternity." Zachariah stated and Azriel decided to interfere. "Zachariah!" she hissed and stepped forward. "Zachariah! Your orders were to resurrect them! Immediately!"

A silver blade was pointed at her neck. "Don't talk to me like that." he sneered.

"Really, Zachariah? You threaten me in Heaven? Where Michael is?" she asked him incredulously.

"Excuse me. Sir?" She recognized the voice as Joshua's. Zachariah turned around to him. "I'm in a meeting."

"I'm sorry. I need to speak to those two." Joshua said.

"Excuse me?" Zachariah asked shocked.

"It's a bad time, I know, but I'm afraid I have to insist."

"You don't get to insist jack-squat." Zachariah told him. Joshua just stared at Zachariah. "No, you're right. But the boss does. His orders."

"You're lying." Zachariah said uncertainly.

"I wouldn't lie about this. Look, fire me if you want. Sooner or later, he's going to come back home and you know how he is with that whole wrath thing."

Zachariah hesitated. Then he and his goons disappeared. "Will you resurrect them yourself?" Azriel asked Joshua. He nodded. "I'll send them down when I'm done."

She nodded. "Fine." She flew away as well, leaving the boys to their fate. She landed in front of Michael. "God called for the Winchesters." she told him and he tensed. "What?"

She closed her eyes, hating the way his voice sounded.

"Joshua found them. Apparently He has a message for them."

"W-" he cleared his throat. "Why would He talk to them?"

"I don't know." she answered truthfully, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Maybe Joshua is telling them that they have to accept their roles as the Vessels."

"You don't believe that." Michael stated.

"I don't." she admitted. "Shall I watch over the Winchesters when they come back?"

He nodded after a moment. "Yes." he answered and closed his eyes. She stepped closer and stroked his cheek. "Michael, it will all be alright." she whispered, searching his face.

"I'm so tired, Azriel." he whispered, leaning into her touch. "I just want it to stop."

"It will all be over soon." she replied softly. "And then we'll leave. We'll leave Raphael in charge and we won't have to care about anything. Who knows, maybe God will have come back when we show ourselves here again."

She kissed his cheek. "I need to leave." she whispered. "I believe the Winchesters will wake up any second."

Without waiting for his response she flew, landing in the seedy motel room not even a moment later. She stayed invisible as both Winchesters started moving and waking up. They stared at each other, Dean subtly hyperventilating. "How 'bout we disappear?" Dean suggested once he had caught his breath and Sam nodded quickly. They quickly packed their things and sneaked out the door. Azriel absent-mindedly snapped and the motel room returned to it's original state, no trace of blood to be found.

"So the whore's still protecting the Winchesters." a voice behind her sneered. She turned around, summoning Michael's blade. "Hello, Muriel." she greeted calmly, tilting her head. Muriel had obviously acquired a new vessel. He sneered. Again. "Really?" he mocked. "Hello, Muriel. You find nothing better? You always say that. How about a bit of variety?"

She didn't respond to the taunting, eyeing him warily. "What do you want?" she asked him. "As far as I know-"

"Yeah, we all know what you know, damn backstabber." the last was said under his breath. Azriel sighed, annoyed. She had better things to do. Muriel lunged at her and she pushed a hand out in front of her to throw him against the wall telekinetically. Muriel exploded in a shower of grace, feathers and flesh. Azriel stared at Muriel's remains. She shook a bit of flesh off her shoe. "Uh-"

Nothing. No life force. Muriel really was dead. She glanced around. She felt no archangel near her, even though archangels were able to hide from her awareness. She already thought about how she would tell Michael about this when she stopped. Only archangels were capable of destroying angels the way she had. Destroying vessels that were occupied by an angel was impossible. If she was capable of doing it … it made her a threat.