Title: Everlasting God

Chapter Twenty

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.

"I think I preferred the old version of that tale," Gabriel murmured. He sat between his four brothers. Michael to his left, an arm snaked over his shoulders, and to his right was Castiel; Jophiel sitting between him and Azrael.

"Not to mention the moral of the story was more, well, useful," Michael replied.

"Love your enemy," Jophiel said.

"That's right, love your enemy, it confuses them," Michael laughed.

"I thought it was the fact that Samaritans were hated by the Jewish, and yet it was the Samaritan that helped the man, rather than his fellow Jews," Castiel said, head tilted in confusion as he looked up at the large screen before them. They were at a cinema theatre sitting in the back row, surrounded by an endless amount of youthful girls, all with their eyes trained on the screen. "I- it seemed- I don't know... A little harsh."

Nobody replied as somebody in the crowd hissed at them, "shut up!"

"You shut up," Gabriel replied, "We are discussing important matters about your future!"

The response was a box of popcorn thrown in their direction. Castiel gasped, suddenly blinded as he felt Azrael and Jophiel rise beside him; Probably Jophiel stopping the angel of death from attacking the mortal teenagers.

"I can't see," he murmured reaching for his eyes, blindly only to find himself lifted. His sight was back and he found Michael holding the popcorn box in his hand.

"Let's go," Michael said, "We'll get some coffee and talk more."

Castiel blinked as light poured into his eyes, suddenly finding himself sitting in a cafe, still with his brothers around him.

"What would you boys like?"

Castiel looked up straight into the bosom of a forty year old lady and looked away red-faced. She seemed not to notice as Jophiel laughed quietly at his expense. Castiel silenced him with a kick to the knee under the table.

"May we please have two coffees, one black and the other with cream and seven sugars, a Ice Chocolate smoothie, and two hot chocolates," Michael asked, she nodded as she jotted them down, "Do you have any pancakes?"

"Sure do,"

"Good, then may we also have a plate of pancakes each, oh and with ice-cream," Michael grinned at her charmingly.

"And- uh, may we please have some pie?" Castiel asked, blushing as he avoided her gaze.

"Sure, darl," she nodded before disappearing to get their orders.

"Pie?" Jophiel asked.

"It is nice," Castiel shrugged, as Azrael reached across the table and pulled a handful of popcorn from the angel's shoulder and stuffed it into his mouth. Castiel tilted his head peering down at his shoulder, which was covered in popcorn.

"Salty," Azrael muttered approvingly, Michael following his lead, and soon enough, not one piece of popcorn remained on the angel.

"Dean?" Sam asked. He was sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala as Dean drove away from Bobby's. He was unsure why Dean suddenly wanted to leave. "Where are we going?"

"On a hunt," Dean replied, gruffly.

"Why? I mean, well, we have some angels on our side," Sam said, "And God, so shouldn't we, I don't know wait for them?"

"Nah, I've got Cass's number on speed dial," Dean replied, "and I think Gabe is keeping the phone on him so Cass doesn't pull it apart again."

Sam chuckled, "It's nice to know he has family behind him again."

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "The poor guy. It's a good thing for us too; our own choir of angels on speed dial is awesome."

Sam nodded in agreement, before he faced Dean curiously. "Dean, why are really leaving Bobby's? We're not going on a hunt are we?"

"No, we need to talk without being overheard," Dean replied, "We're still gonna go on the hunt, but I have something I need to tell you first."

"Dean?"

"At the motel Sammy," Dean replied, "I'll tell you everything there."

"Dean, are you sure?" Sam asked, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you sure we can trust Michael? What if he isn't telling the truth? What if he's setting us up too?"

"Sammy, do you think I want to believe with he said about JC?" Dean grunted. "But after yesterday's nice parable, I don't know what the hell to think."

"Dean! Michael's proposing to kill God!" Sam hissed, "For crying out loud, he- this- I don't even know what to say!"

"Sammy! What if he's right, damn it?!" Dean snapped, "What then? Lucifer wipes out humanity, and God wipes out all the angels! Nothing's left!"

"Dean, he'll have his full Godly powers in a matter of days," Sam grumbled, "What's Michael waiting for?"

"You're an idiot! Do you think Michael wants to kill his Father?!" Dean snapped, "For crying out loud, someone with college education-"

The older hunter paused at his brother's pouty face, "Sorry, Sammy. I- I'm sorry. I- I just have no idea what to do anymore. We're in shit creek with a pencil for a paddle!"

"That's an understatement," Sam muttered. "What do we do then?"

"I have no idea, Sammy," Dean murmured, "I have no idea."

"Akheleh britho, o'shteleh mayeh," JC murmured to himself sitting alone above one of the highest bridges in the world, looking down into the sea. "Men Fayesh?"

Nobody answered His question as above him dark clouds formed, flashing lightning and thunder crashing.

Hope you're all having a great new year!!!

Akheleh britho, o'shteleh mayeh, Men Fayesh?

It's an Aramaic Riddle my brother told me. He ate the world, and drank water. What's left?

Any ideas guys?

Is JC evil... well, I don't know, my brain and I haven't gotten to that part yet.

Sorry about the late update, was busy, busy with work... and studying and blah blah blah...

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Cause of the late update, I figured I'd give you guys 2 chapters for the price of one! (Don't skimp out on reviews though mkay, they make me feel special...)

Dont tell people to be quiet in the movies anymore guys, it may be a bunch of angels discussing the Apocalypse. Oh and guess what stupid movie they went to see!

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