Chapter 13: The Smell of Sour Milk and Sulfur

We had checked into a hotel but Gabriel wouldn't let us inside until he checked it out. Gabriel had found nothing harmful inside but proceeded to change it into a comfy temporary "nest". One bed—we all slept in a puppy pile, but big enough so all could stretch starfish across it.

A kitchen had been added so whoever made dinner tonight could cook. The fridge was fully stocked, Dean would most likely cook. Castiel could help but wasn't fully educated in the culinary arts. Sam could burn water and Gabriel only made sweets.

A table was dedicated to weaponry. Dean started with Sam to methodically clean and repair guns and knives. Making sure that everything was in working order. We didn't want anything to go wrong when it came to witches.

Castiel and I were working on the seal to temporarily bind the witches and their power. As long as one of us was near them (within fifty feet) they would be in a coma like state. The stone was raw black marble, the symbols drawn with white salt rock. The salt stood for purification to deny the witches their power. Blood of Castiel and I was dripped onto the stone to give the stone an anchor, blood from the witches would be needed to complete the stone but for now that was all we could do.

Gabriel who had decided and declared his work done was lounging around on the bed eating sweets. More like stuffing his face with all candy known to man and eating his weight twice over if the chocolate on the bed was any factor.

Sam who had finished his last weapon, stood and stretched, walking over and flopping on the bed with Gabriel, the candy mysteriously gone.

"Budge over lazy bones, I'm tired too."

Gabriel obligingly scooted over to make room. As soon as Sam was settled Gabriel draped himself over Sam, purring as Sam dug his fingers into Gabriel's hair. I caught Castiel's eye and we both smirked to each other. Those two were so bonded.

Myself and Castiel fell into a peaceful silence. Dean was reading a magazine and speaking quietly with Gabriel and Sam. Our peace was broken by the appearance of two angels. Two unwanted angels.

One's vessel was an older man with thinning hair, a sharp smirk, and beady blue eyes, Zachariah.

The other was bald, with dark skin and equally dark eyes, Uriel.

Dean had jumped to his feet and had a gun in hand in thirty seconds. Sam had pushed Gabriel behind him and grabbed a second gun. Both brothers glared at the angels. Feathers fluttered as Gabriel flew off.

I stood calmly and placed myself slightly to the left behind the two Winchester brothers. The binding stone safe in the pocket of my coat.

Zachariah spoke first, "Well isn't this quite the welcoming committee." His oily voice had me cringing in disgust.

"Yeah will we would've done flowers but you know, economy. No good prices these days." Dean's voice was sharp and laced with sarcasm.

"Dean." Sam's voice was a warning.

Castiel spoke next, his normally free tone weighed down with dark emotion. His blue eyes were stormy, like an ocean during a hurricane. "Zachariah, Uriel. May I ask why you're here?"

Zachariah's answering smile was sharp enough to cut and his voice was spiked with syrupy sugar. "Why Castiel~ you should be back in Heaven. Michael wouldn't be too happy if he knew you stayed." Zachariah's face twisted into an over exaggerated fake pout.

Castiel wasn't fooled, his blue eyes brightened with suppressed anger, like lightning.

"I wouldn't see how. Michael sent him here after all." My voice was carefully blank. I wouldn't let Zachariah have the satisfaction of knowing he caused even the slightest emotion from me, even disgust.

Uriel's eyes widened and he bowed. Zachariah stood shock still as he stared at me in surprise.

"One, we didn't know you were here." Uriel, despite his emotionless appearance, was rather scared, anxiety rolled off of him in waves.

Uriel was an Angel of Death. Responsible for "cleansing" towns where demon interference would cause events to deviate from God's plan, Atlantis was an example. I hated him. He was afraid of me, my anger against his work was well know in Heaven. He would kill off entire cities including innocents who had done nothing wrong.

"I believe I told Michael that I'd be helping the Winchesters. But the real question is why are you here?"

Zachariah froze for a moment before gaining a condescending smirk. He straightened his tie then cleared he throat before speaking. "Well One as you can see Michael sent me to take over."

"You seem to think that I will listen or believe the likes of scum like you." My voice was colder than ice and my tone froze Zachariah.

His face slackened in shock. Uriel looking behind the meaning of my words, paled and edged away from Zachariah. Let it never be said that the Angel of Death wasn't smart.

"You seem to be under the illusion where I don't outrank you, where you a lowly seraph can order me around. Let me shed some light for you then. I am the one who is older than your Father. I am the one who helped to shape your wings. I am the one who gave you your grace. I am the One who is All. It is you who should show me some respect. Not the other way around, respect is earned not given." I sneered in Zachariah's face my eight wings flared out behind me.

I could feel the proud gazes of my flock on my back. Zachariah looked terrified and Uriel was ten feet away from him his gaze lowered to the floor.

"So now that is cleared up what do you want with my flock."

Now Zachariah looked sick. Attacking a flock, any flock, in any way was treated as a crime against Heaven. If Zachariah's words against me personally didn't get him killed his actions against our flock surely would.

My eyes pinned him like a bug beneath a child's finger, powerless and weak, "I will let this infraction slide this once. But do not presume to make this mistake in the future, for if you do, I will tear your wings and grace from your body."

Zachariah was nodding so hard I though his head was going to fall off.

Sam's large warm hand enveloped my shoulder, "So, any of you guys gonna tell us why you're here?"

Authors Note

So I did update again, cool. Welp, nothing else to put here. REVIEW PLZ! A SWEET KISS FROM CAS TO EVERYONE WHO DOES!-Messenger of the Trickster God