Title: Babysitting Angels

Summary: As the weird archangels attempt to talk to the Winchester's,

the angels discuss some things.

Notes: Hello! I'm sorry for not updating as much, my health isn't so great

and with after school band practice, is a bit harder. But I'm here anyways, another

special thanks to lulullilie for being there, even though I disappear like Chuck

time to time.

Words:

Chapter 14

Sam was close to passing out from the lack of oxygen from his lungs. Even with his brother at his side, he still felt very at edge with four-acting-out archangels-turned human in the same room together. Was this the same feeling Dean was feeling? He spent all his life looking up to him, knowing everything and anything under a microscope, and now this was no different. His fist were clutch in their palm, hard enough to draw blood, while his faced no emotion, but he could still see the distress and panic in those eyes. But there was something else, something that shouldn't be-

"Sam, Dean, I know that you really don't want to be here in any condition, but please to listen to us," Michael, the Prince Of Heaven, The Great Warrior was all but begging in his voice. This made his fleeing thoughts pause. Dean too, seemed to stop and willing to listen by the way his shoulder's were already dropping. They took this little act as a chance.

"Look, we know that you hate our guts, even though I know you love me, we wanted to talk to you about something... personal I guess," Dean shared a look with Sam as they stood in the tense room. Gabriel's voice added to the lack of mischievous in his eyes. They never seen them so much like ... human. Too emotion, too much was in their eyes.

As they sat down from one of the chairs that were scatter around the room. The room itself they cleared a few weeks ago from their curiosity. The archangels seemed to be lost, something that they never associated with them. Even the trickster Gabriel could lift their heads from the atmosphere.

Balthazar took in the new surroundings that he found himself in. It only passed a few days being tucked in this bunker, being able to go out into the world felt nice. If someone ever said this would ever happen to him, or any other, he would have laughed at their face. He remembered being killed, how every molecule of his vessel exploded from his grace burning out. He shuddered at the sensation, he still felt odd when ever he felt things like those. I mean all those eons of existing he never truly felt like Humans.

Humans for Balthazar were never too boring for him. They changed and acted without thoughts and it used to make him laugh. But now? He knew why they did it, why they acted out in such a manner. How root-deep those pesky feelings went. He knew that he was just scratching the tip of the ice.

Anna walked in with a snack at hand, following behind were the others. He wouldn't blame them though, they never had any form of interaction with Human- oh lord he felt for Gadreel- so he knew why they were following her like lost puppies. And with Anna having almost a lifetime of of a human experience.

"Well hello Anna, what brings you here?" He casually said as he took a long sip from the cheap gas station wine. Anna moved the others into the room.

"Sam and Dean are talking with the archangels, I don't think we want to mess it up for them," Anna was always so thoughtful as she handed over a book to Balthazar. He took it out of pure curiosity, and he froze as he read the title.

Supernatural

At first he would have taken a liking to it from the cheesy drawing from the cover until he flipped to the back. The Winchester's Gospels, their lives written down by the prophet into stone. He heard of it, somewhere. He held the first book from the series, starting from the night that Dean went to collect his brother from that night of flames.

Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious Woman in White is luring men to their deaths... a terrifying phenomenon that may Sam and Dean's first clue to their father's whereabouts.

He stopped reading and turned his attention to the others. They too itched to open that book and read their lives in paper. So he cleared his throat, and held the book up. "Who was the bastard that over-reacted with the cover?"

Dean is a good listener, and he was always there for those who deemed his protection, but these are archangels that not only wanted to destroy Humanity, but constantly screw their lives up. So even with that little information tucked in his mind, he was willing to listen. He wasn't the best of course, Sam as the best where it came to the field of emotions. He showed little, while Sam did the opposite.

But like there was a living chance of hell that he would allow any of the archangels near his brother for what they did. So he sat down in front of the archangels, with his brother at his side, ready to face Hell once more. The archangels shuddered at the smile painted by Dean, they seen it too many times as Dean was ready to go out and sacrifice.

"Dean," Michael started and trailed off, unable to think of something. He was the Prince Of Heaven, he should know how to deal with with some basic emotions! Gabriel looked at Michael before smiling at the boys.

"So boys, you'll never guess what our father who art in Heaven showed us this morning," He unwrapped a small candy before popping it in his mouth. Dean and Sam gave each other a look before looking at the ex-archangels.

"Well does it have to do with the weird behavior this morning?" Raphael nodded still hanging around behind the rest of the archangels. If Dean was a little unsure but he could of sworn that he was ashamed.

"We have to show you," Lucifer peeked in again.

Balthazar rolled his eyes in amusement as Gadreel and Samandriel read over the book together hunched over in the floor. They didn't bother sitting in the chairs as they were enchanted by the pages of the Winchester's Gospels. He wanted to read the book, and even Anna was picking up a book. He knew the Winchesters would hate them forever if they knew what they were reading, but he could help to notice the book in front of him mocking him.

"Damn peer pressure," He muttered as he opened the book.

The talked about how Chuck took them to an alternate universe, and Sam couldn't help but shiver when he remembered what the universe was like. All the fake them, and their fake stuff, he did miss all of that though. But then they stopped when they talked about some room.

"And in there he showed us..." They looked at each other and there was already alarms going on in Dean's mind. They had the same look as his father, something he never wanted to see again in his lifetime, but he knew it was fruitless as any other hunter had they same look. But he never imagine it to be on the archangels face.

"He connected our minds to the show, to feel what you feel, and..." Now Dean understood. They weren't here to talk about some strange dream. He knows what he feels, the emptiness, the cold, and how wary his bones felt whenever he took a breath. He didn't need to worry Sam, he needed to carry Sam's burden's he didn't need that. When he made eye contact with Michael, it scared him. It scared him how much those eyes goes, how there was a deep understanding. He was afriad for what they would say.

"Dean are you okay?" Sam, oh his little annoying brother was there watching out for him at every moment.

"I'm fine-" "No! You're not!" They both stutter back from the Messenger's outburst. He never thought that he of all people would even care two shits about him. Of all people. Gabriel looked lost, a same look that he had often seen when looking at a mirror.

"No you're not," His voice was broken, like if he had taken another breath he would have broken the dam. He suck in the air in his lungs and smiled. "I'm fine."