Gabriel really did not like getting up in the morning. Angels didn't need sleep to survive, yet Gabriel had grown to love the act with his time on Earth. The only downside to sleeping was having to wake up once it was over; Gabriel hated that part. He could only regain his usual vigor once an extreme amount of sugar was in his system; even though he could just mojo himself into full consciousness that required energy Gabriel wasn't willing to offer. Was sloth a sin? Gabriel didn't believe so. He liked to think of it as selective motivation. He'd rather sleep in then wake up to see the sunrise. He'd been there when the sun had risen for the first time; there was no beating that. Sleeping in was his favorite pastime.

Gabriel was really surprised to wake up in complete darkness to the sound of Balthazar's nasally breathing. Balthazar always woke up before Gabriel, and Gabriel did not wake up before the sun. Sadly Gabriel couldn't go back to sleep. The air felt all wrong the energy in the air was buzzing and it was annoying. Gabriel rolled over his wings, threw the sheets off, and made his way up the stairs. Why would there be a disturbance in the force at 6am? Either his dad was in a pissy mood or aliens were attacking both potential options could be troublesome. Balthazar apparently couldn't feel it, but sometimes being an archangel sucked balls.

Sam thought he would get up early, go for a run, stop at the post office, and I'd be a nice start to the day. They had decided they would at least check out the hunt Bobby offered, so they'd be headed to Colorado for the hunt. With how hectic yesterday was Dean was a bit on edge. Getting out of the house would be the best thing to do. Gabe and Cas had offered to stay home and watch Daniel as Michael and Balthazar went back to the heavenly library tomorrow to look for answers.

Joshua hadn't allowed them to see God, so checking with Dad was out of the question. There hadn't been any change in the kid. He didn't sleep either. His personality was kind of dickish and Sam missed his sweet little nephew a lot. It was like someone had pressed the angel factory setting button.

While Michael almost seemed to take it was a person offense, John seemed to take Daniel's change the hardest. He tried to stay on level with his little brother, but Daniel put John on the same level as dirt. Dean and Cas weren't liking it that much either. Dean and Cas tucked John in and told him goodnight. While when they tried to do the same with Daniel he threated to cut out their entrails and force feed it to them. He referred to them as Father and Mother respectively, but only as if it were a name. There was little affection behind those words.

Lucifer hadn't made another appearance. Sam wasn't sure if he could take that. He was trying to find some way to forgive Lucifer but the guy had done so much. It would definitely take some time. Gabriel had been a lot of help yesterday, and it made Sam reconsider who he'd rather hang out with. Gabriel was looking a lot better than Balthazar as of now.

He surely hadn't expected to anyone else to be up at 6 in the morning, let along Gabriel, but that's who was in the kitchen. In red boxers, a wife beater, and hair looking like someone had rubbed a balloon on it Gabriel was banging on the kitchen ceiling with a broom. Sam couldn't hear anything, but Gabriel was yelling to some unseen entity, "Don't you bring Dad into this! You're too loud seriously all of heaven can hear you! Cassie, keep your grace under control this is getting ridiculous!"

Michael walked down the stairs looking horrified, "Gabriel, I was unaware that there were words for such acts in Enochian, and the feeling in the air does not allow me to concentrate."

Gabriel looked at Sam exasperated, "Cassie taught your brother some Enochian words that should never be uttered in front of others!"

Michael slumped onto a stool and buried his face in his hands, "That is my little brother…Gabriel and Balthazar often tell of their conquest, but never have they participated in the acts while at home. Brother, why must Enochian be used in such a matter. I pray Father is turning his head right now."

Sam was confused. What where they going on about? Sam asked, "Gabe, I really have no idea what you guys are talking about? Does it have to do with Danny?"

Gabriel continued to bang the broom against the ceiling, "Your Brother and my brother! The Serta Samba! Horizontal hoedown! Condom cha-cha! Mating Macarena! Woody Waltz! Trojan Tango! Sammy, they're yelling out in Enochian and Mikey and I have very in tuned ears also Cas isn't being too controlling of his grace right now. This is torment; the cruelest of torments!"

IMAGES! BRAIN BLEACH NEEDED STAT! Sammy shuddered. Why oh why did he have to ask? He should have left Gabriel with his broom while he went out for his run! He tried so hard to remove that image from his memory. Sure he'd seen his brother's freckled ass before, but it was a horrible moment when you remembered your friends had genitals too. You did not want to think about your family members going at it no matter who their partners were. Sam pleaded, "Gabe, erase my memory please!"

Gabriel shouted, "No way Sammy you're going to have to endure it too! Be lucky you're not an archangel! Damn it, Cassie who knew you had such a dirty mouth! What would Dad say! Angelic being my ass!" Sam tried to think of anything else. Rainbows, kittens, unicorns anything other than the idea his brother and best friend were doing the nasty. Michael ransacked the cupboards and pulled out a small bag of butterscotches. Sam raised an eyebrow questioningly. Michael sighed, "I am allowed to eat them when I am stressed. Otherwise I am not allowed them."

Okay so Michael was more into butterscotches rather than smokes. It was probably a healthier alternative to deal with stress, even if it was a little weird. Gabe's incessant broom barrage stopped. Sam asked, "Gabe, are you done?"

"It stopped."

"What?"

Gabe sat his angel butt down on the counter, "It finally stopped. Who knew Dean-o had a libido like that cause damn! Cassie's an angel so he'd be good anytime, but I figured Dean would be finished by now. It's too damn early in the morning I need my beauty sleep! Not one word Sammy. You know I love sleeping in. Who gives a rat's ass if I actually need to sleep? I sure don't!"

Michael nodded, "I do not sleep, but I am also glad it is over. It was a little hard to think when they were quite loud."

Sam buried his face in his hands. He had just started to get the image out of his head until those damn angels brought it up again.

Gabriel picked the broom back up, "Those asshats aren't going to be getting any sleep either!"

Dean pulled Castiel's naked body closer to his. Sammy could stick his morning runs where the sun don't shine. There were much better ways of waking up in the morning and this was one of them; even if Dean's arm was asleep and he had a kink in his neck. They'd only been with each other one other time, and Cas proved to be a really quick learner. It was awesome. Dean was glad he had waited rather than go about it like his usual relationships.

It made it much more awesome. Dean was able to admit it now. He liked cuddling with Castiel. In bed he could call Cas baby, call him his angel, and he could kiss him all he wanted. At first Cas had been confused by the nicknames, but he came to terms with it after a little explaining.

Cas would be staying home while Dean, Sam, and John went on the hunt. They could at least enjoy a morning together before they left. They both were still stressed from yesterday's events, so a little time alone wouldn't hurt. Castiel had thought he heard something at first, but tried to pay it no mind. He just wanted to lay in bed with Dean's legs intertwined with his. Dean thought he probably should get up and take a shower, but he was warm even if he was a little sore. Cas could fix that later. Dean nuzzled into Cas' neck, "Instead of waking up to you I'm going to have to wake up to Sammy's snoring."

Cas laugh vibrated throughout his chest, "You have been with Sam for so long you won't notice the difference much."

"There's no way in hell I'm sharing a bed with that giant!"

"Even so, please be safe. I must watch Daniel so I cannot assist you. John is also a capable hunter, but he's young."

Dean said, "Let's not talk about Danny. I promised John I wouldn't run from my problems anymore, but I just don't know what to do."

Cas kissed Dean's forehead, "None of us know what to do. Michael and Balthazar will work hard to find an answer, and you will just have to focus on the case. Don't worry."

Dean asked, "Do you hear that?"

Cas listened closely. He heard a faint tapping coming from the floor. It started to get louder. Gabriel's voice was faint but Castiel could hear him say, "Cassie, Dean-o time to get up! You bastards wake me up there's no way I'm going to let you sleep!"
Castiel said, "Dean, I think you were a little too vocal…"

"I was vocal! You weren't exactly using your indoor library voice either!"

Castiel sighed, "I do not believe Gabriel will stop until we are out of bed and downstairs. I do not want to get up, but we have no other options. I believe Michael and Sam are waiting downstairs as well."

Dean groaned, "Oh God, Sammy heard us?"

"I believe that Gabriel and Michael just might have heard the Enochian. Although Gabriel probably told him what had occurred. I enjoy fornicating with you Dean, but perhaps we should refrain from it when my brothers are around."

"Dude, use any other term anything other than 'fornicating' please I'm begging you. It's not my fault your brothers are perverted. They didn't have to listen."

Castiel mojoed himself clean and put on pajama pants and a t-shirt. Dean whined, "I wanted to take a shower with you…"

Castiel touched Dean's arm and Dean was clean, pain free, and clothed, "Another time, Dean. Just go down stairs with me. Gabriel is getting very colorful and descriptive in his yelling.

When Dean and Cas came down stairs Dean tried to keep his laughter from leaving his mouth. Dean teased, "Nice boxers, Gabe. It really matches your hair."

"Oh shut it. We all know you just got laid Winchester, so don't you go teasing my hair or my shorts. I am usually not up for about three hours! Cassie you and your noisy little concubine better learn to be quieter or I am banning all fun times in the house."

Michael muttered, "I hadn't known there were such words in Enochian…"

Sam said, "Brain Bleach… I need brain bleach so badly…"

Dean blushed. He was fully ready to mess with Gabriel without a care, but he hadn't meant to scar Sammy. Dean said, "Sammy, I'm sorry it won't happen again."

"It doesn't matter okay I just don't want to discuss it. We can start driving if you guys are already up. Gabe, you should pick up the mail later. I'll change out of my running clothes. We can pack really quick and then head for Colorado. We just need to wake John up."

John peeked into the kitchen with a backpack slung over his shoulder, "I'm already up. I heard you guys down here talking. What's up?"

Sam shook his head, "You're too young to know what was up. We were just thinking of heading out early. It looks like you're already ready to go."

John rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, someone woke me up saying they were going to go and that I should pack."

Daniel walked into the kitchen with a puppy backpack on his back, "I will accompany you as well."

Dean said, "Oh no, you're not going anywhere! You are going to stay here with Cas, while me, Johnny, and Sam go check out the case."

"Please might I accompany you?"

Sam said, "Dean, maybe we could let him. You promised John he could go. I'm going with you, and Cas would be able to come it Danny went."

Gabe pouted. There would be no room in the Impala for him if everybody was going. He didn't want to be all alone in the house. Gabe asked, "Hey, what will I do when you guys are off hunting?"

"You can help out Michael and Balthazar in heaven."

Dean sighed, "Seriously Sammy you can't be considering this."

Sam glanced at the waiting Daniel. He whispered, "Look I don't think we have any other choice."

Daniel smiled, "That is quite right Samuel. I will be going with you whether you like it or not."

Dean trudged upstairs to throw some clothes in a duffle and pull on some pants.

By 7am they had an awkward cereal breakfast, Michael and Gabriel had flown off to heaven, and the Impala was loaded up. They were headed for Colorado. Sam and Dean sat in the front. Cas sat behind Dean, John sat behind Sam, and Daniel sat in the middle. It was silent. No one dared to talk, so Dean just played his music as usual. If this was a normal day Danny would be telling everyone about Gummy worms, Dean wished for that. Today Daniel was staring out the window with a gaze too wise for that little of a body.

He was small and short like before. He had cerulean blue eyes and fluffy black hair. He looked just like Cas, but with Dean's nose and chin. It was weird knowing that was Danny, but not really Danny, some weird steroid angel mojo kid in Danny's body. Even with Dean's music blaring it was too quiet in the car. It was going to be a long drive to Colorado.

Sam loosened his tie as he and Dean entered the motel room. John was reading on one of the beds while Danny and Cas sat at the little breakfast nook. They had been staring at each other for about twenty minutes. John asked, "So how'd the interviewing go, Agent?"

Dean collapsed on the bed, "We found hex bags at the crime scenes. Looks like we're dealing with a witch with a grudge; I frickin' hate witches."

Sam sighed, "We still don't know who the witch is yet, and with the demons locked up they can't be too happy."

John said, "I was looking into it while you guys were out playing Feds. The only connection I could find between the Vics was some fortune teller lady. All the Vics went to this lady before they died."

"We'll just pay the chick a visit and gank her."

Daniel tore his gaze from Cas' eyes, "I believe there is more to this woman than meets the eye. Further research would be more beneficial otherwise you might fail."

Dean loaded up a pistol with silver bullets, "Little One, we've dealt with witches before it'll be no problem."

Daniel asked, "I would prefer it if you not refer to me as such. It's demeaning."

John threw his book in Danny's direction, "Cut Dad some slack. Don't be such a pompous dick."

Daniel caught the book in midair, "I do not believe I am being a 'pompous dick' to Mother as you have stated."

"Daniel, you can just say Dad."

"I do not like that word. I shall say Mother if I choose."

John laughed, "Well I guess that didn't change even with angel of the lord mode."

Daniel tilted his head. John could be very confusing sometimes. Father offered little help in understanding John's euphemisms and idioms. Daniel had allowed Father to search his soul/grace while Mother and Samuel were out. Of course there was no difference other than an influx of grace. Father should have known that, but he had still been suspicious.

Sam checked his watch, "We could probably take care of the witch now since its starting to get late. I remember seeing a fortune shop a few blocks back. We can hurry it up than head back home."

John grabbed his gun and headed out to the Impala with Sam and Dean. Castiel waited up for Daniel. He was still Daniel, but so much smarter, with more understanding even though there were things he did not understand. He could quote every good book in existence, he could speak thousands of languages, and he knew all of angel history dating back to the beginning. He could do all that, yet he did not understand caring, companionship, family, empathy, and love. All those things Castiel had learned to treasure his son no longer understood. They needed to find a cause of Daniel's change. They just had to. For now they would deal with the witch.

The witch was a young looking lady, although witches could look hot and actually be a thousand. Charcoal black hair, tanned skin, and pouty red lips. If Dean hadn't been in a committed relationship he'd admit he'd probably try to hit on her. Then once he found out she was a crazy bitch he'd hightail it out of there. After finding anti-angel sigils outside her house, they figured she wouldn't be as easy as they thought. Cas had to stay outside. Daniel was able to get in since the sigils weren't made to keep out nephilim. Still they didn't expect the witch to be too much trouble. They were the Winchesters for God's sake!

That notion went right down the crapper when the four found themselves with their guns thrown across the room, hands magically clasped together, and bodies on the floor. This was why Dean hated witches. The bitch started pouring stuff into a cauldron and laughing. If she put on a pointy hat and started spouting off her evil plan Dean wouldn't have been surprised. Lady couldn't get more cliché. John and Daniel were closest to her. Danny looked like he was trying to get free, and Dean mentally urged him on. The witch dragged John and Danny next to her cauldron. Where did someone buy a cauldron? Was there some sort of special witch bitch store?

Dean watched as John wiggled trying to reach for his knife he always kept strapped to his back. He hoped John would be careful. The witch poured some weird stuff into the cauldron as she muttered, "Menneisyydessä muodostavat tulevaisuudessa." Dean could barely do Latin, so whatever spell the witch was doing Dean couldn't say. The witch repeated it over and over until John slashed her Achilles heel. She wouldn't be walking anywhere for a while. The witch let out a god honest shrill yelp when she went down. She managed to cling to her cauldron and throw in another piece of her potion. She yelled, "Menneisyydessä muodostavat tulevaisuudessa!"

The concoction erupted and smoke filled the room. Dean couldn't see John, Danny, or the witch. He was starting to get lightheaded. He couldn't pass out. He had to remain awake. His eyes were getting too heavy. He couldn't pass out damn it! Sammy, Danny, and John needed him to stay awake. The smoke was starting to cloud his vision. There was no way he'd be able to stay awake. As his traitorous eyelids started to fall closed, Dean thought he had seen the outlines of two grown men. He hoped one might have been Cas, but with their luck it probably wasn't.

At some point when writing this I was like, "WHAAAA I want my sweetie little boy back. This isn't fun anymore! I am in pain!" It was horrible and I realized it was all my fault. It was similar to while rereading earlier chapters I thought, "Oh my God why kill off such a nice old lady. You Bastard!"and I realized... holy crap this is my writing I'm the bastard...So yeah another quick update. Thanks for reading and reviews and everything just thanks.

DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee you're reviews make me feel like I ate a frickin' unicorn while rainbows of many sizes flew behind fairies of happiness. There will be more Lucifer to come. I hadn't really planned a plot twist like that, but I was looking through my notes and saw it was listed and circled as something that needed to be addressed.