So I've gotten quite a few suggestions and I've decided I will be doing a series of places where Michael and Dean will go followed by Gabriel, Lucifer, Castiel and Sam. It'll be like a cat and mouse chase where they will almost find each other but not make it in time. Hehe. Must warn you that the places will be a variety of dark, funny, fluffy and awkward.

Again, I thank you so much for the reviews. My muse is starting to wake up. He smelled new reviews and got all excited. Yay! Two chapters in less than 24 hours. I am back on track…though I think I lost a few of you. : (. But there are you loyal ones that I love so it makes up for it. ^-^

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Chapter 53: Freaky Sunday 5:

It was silent for a moment as Dean and Michael disappeared and the angry tension in the room soon turned to worry with a hint of panic.

"Where did they just go?" Sam asked, now standing beside Gabriel in the doorway.

Castiel and Gabriel both stood stiffly, each trying to stretch their grace to find a trace of Michael's. After a few moments, they both stared at each other, light blue meeting stormy blue. Castiel felt his stomach twisting and his grace shivering. His wings shuddered and the feathers flickered at the tips as he realized he could not sense the slightest hint of them. Even the link with Dean's body – now housing Michael – was too far to reach.

"Hello!" Sam practically shouted, panic bubbling through him when he noticed the look of concern etched across Castiel's face.

"I cannot find them," Castiel said slowly, praying that they were both okay. He had thought that maybe it would be easy to keep them all alive for two weeks but when were things ever that simple? He should have realized that swapping bodies would cause such chaos.

"I'm sure their fine," Gabriel said, hoping he sounded believable because he honestly expected something worse. He could tell just by the way the grace had flashed that Dean had no idea where he was going or what he was doing when he grabbed Michael and took off.

"Maybe we should do a summoning," Bobby said, instantly wanting them to be back. He was sure a summoning would work.

Castiel shook his head "Not a very good idea," he said "First, Dean would have no idea what to think of the summoning and second, he could very well leave Michael alone wherever they may be and that could be dangerous."

Sam felt his stomach twist as he stared at the angel "Come on! Your archangels! Can't you do something? How can some stupid witch overpower you?"

"She isn't some stupid witch, Sam," Castiel said.

"She is one of the eldest and most powerful of all time," Gabriel added in "We've been trying to find her for centuries. Well, I have at least. She screwed around with plenty of my tricks back in the day."

"We need to find them," Sam said, the fear for Dean trickling over him once more.

"What we need to do is keep calm and try and figure this out," Gabriel said, darting his eyes at Sam.

"He is my brother," Sam said, already rummaging through books on the shelves. He knew nothing there would be able to help but he was ready to try anything.

"My brother is in danger as well," Gabriel said, his voice darkening "You seem to forget that. Michael would not be in danger if your stupid brother hadn't just grabbed him and took off."

Sam lifted his eyebrows, alarmed at the way Gabriel was talking. He sounded far too much like Lucifer in every manner.

Castiel observed the scene "Where did you find Iris?" he questioned.

Gabriel and Sam broke eye contact and turned to Castiel. Sam watched as they stared at each other before vanishing.

"Great. Just friggen great," Sam muttered, suddenly feeling useless. He had no idea where to even start to try and find Dean and Michael.

"We'll find him," Bobby said reassuringly after silently sitting at his desk. He was trying to think of any place where Dean would want to go; though that could really be anywhere in the past.

. . .

"So you're saying I'm going to start becoming Lucifer?" Gabriel asked, his voice holding disbelief.

Castiel knit his eyebrows "Not exactly," he said "But you will definitely start to feel like him. Know the way he would think and feel about things. "

Gabriel shook his head "No…that isn't possible. I could never be anything like him."

Castiel sighed and placed the crumpled piece of paper down onto the table. The room was dark with the few windows it contained shattered and an icy presence looming about. It made his grace shudder inside of him and he knew it had to be Iris. She was just waiting for one of them to kill the other.

"So Lucifer will start to feel like me?" Gabriel asked, crossing his arms "You know that will not happen."

"We don't know anything is going to happen," Castiel said irritably "And we need to find Dean and Michael."

"You could always just ask me," another voice sounded.

Gabriel darted his eyes over to where Lucifer stood in his body. He could feel an anger building up inside of him from that cocky look.

"Hey I wouldn't do that," Lucifer said, holding out a hand "Unless you want to be me for eternity. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to, though. I am perfect."

"Lucifer stop," Castiel said, his wings flaring in agitation "We do not need to deal with this."

"What did you do to Sam?" Gabriel asked, his voice dark.

"I didn't do anything. It's what he did with me," Lucifer said, knowing he was crossing a line but he was in the mood to irritate someone.

Gabriel ground his teeth for a moment before darting forward after Lucifer. Lucifer grunted in surprise when he felt his body crash into the hard, cold floor. He hissed out in pain when he began to feel the white light from Gabriel's hand pierce into his grace. It felt like liquid ice running through his veins. He growled angrily as he tried to shove his brother off but he was rapidly weakening. Gabriel had Lucifer's power at the moment; the pain was so intense that all Lucifer wanted to do was leave the body. He closed his eyes as he tried let his celestial being slide from the body but it felt as though there was a barrier closing him in.

Gabriel kept his hand steady as the white light shot into Lucifer. He could feel the pain his brother was in but he didn't even care. He just wanted revenge and if he had to destroy his own grace in the process than that was what would happen.

Castiel tried to pull Gabriel off but it was nearly impossible. He tugged at the deep black wings but Gabriel didn't flinch. He froze for a moment when he felt the faintest tug between the bond of him and Dean. Though he knew he was feeling Michael's emotions for he was in Dean's body.

"Stop it," Castiel shouted, using a burst of his true form. Gabriel jumped slightly in surprise and quickly looked up at Castiel. It only took that moment of distraction for Lucifer to throw him off. He ended up across the room. He jumped up to his feet and poised to jump back at Lucifer, who was leaning against the wall, coughing and holding his gut.

"I think I found them," Castiel said quickly, hoping to stop them before they started another fight.

Gabriel instantly perked up to listen "How?" he asked.

"My bond with Dean…I can sense what Michael is feeling…he's…" Castiel paused, trying to reach out and detect where exactly they were "He is afraid."

"Where are they?" Gabriel asked, keeping an eye on Lucifer, whose golden wings were flailing as he tried to heal.

Castiel concentrated "I cannot pinpoint the exact location but they are not anywhere in this time."

Gabriel arched an eyebrow "Dean sent them to the past?"

Castiel nodded with furrowed eyebrows "I believe so…I'm going to try and reach them."

"You're not going alone," Gabriel said, grabbing onto Castiel's wing before he could fly off "I will go with you."

"Hurry then before I lose them," Castiel said, using his grace to latch onto the faint line connecting him with Dean's body.

"I'm taking Sam with me," Gabriel said flatly, vanishing with Castiel.

Sam didn't have time to comprehend anything before he felt his arm gripped tightly and the shift beneath his feet.

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Michael gasped when he felt his body slam roughly onto a hard surface. He winced and clutched at his chest when he felt like he couldn't breathe. It felt as though the wind was knocked right out of his body. He yelped out in pain when he felt sharp pains pierce through his body as snaps echoed in his ears. He tried to take a breath but it only caused more pain. Black specks danced before his eyes as he blinked.

"Michael?" Dean asked, gathering himself and standing up. He heard the bones snap in the body beside him when they landed. Without really paying attention to where they were, he quickly turned to Michael and placed a hand over his chest. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to summon up some grace to heal him. He had never done anything like it but somehow he had the knowledge to do so. He allowed the warmth to spread from his palm into the body beside him.

Michael let out a groan when he felt warmth trickle through his veins, spreading through him and mending the bones back together. After a few seconds, he felt as good as new. He blinked away the black specks and sat up. He turned to Dean with wide eyes "How did you know how to do that?" he asked.

Dean removed his hand and took a deep breath. He shook his head "I just knew."

Michael nodded, wondering if Dean was going to gather his knowledge. It seemed reasonable and he hoped that it would work. He darted his eyes around the area and knit his eyebrows "Where are we?" he asked.

Dean turned his head to examine their surroundings and felt confusion take over. He had no idea where they were. He didn't even know when he took off…all he had wanted to do was get Michael away from Gabriel before he got killed.

He stared over at the ocean beside them. The water seemed much brighter and bluer than he had ever seen it as the waves rolled onto the light tan shore. The sky was covered in light gray, white and dark gray clouds. The air around them felt light and refreshing as the crisp scent of ozone took over. He had never breathed in air that felt so fresh before. It was incredibly peaceful. Surrounding the beach was a thick line of dark green forest. The trees were all shapes and sizes and the leaves rustled as a breeze whooshed around them from a coming storm.

Dean then stared over the horizon, which was filled with endless ocean. He had the feeling they were on an island somewhere.

"I have no idea where we are," Dean said, staring up at the sky. He stood up and let the wings on his back stretch.

Michael stood up as well, brushing the sand off of his shirt. He stared down to see what he landed on because it felt nothing like thick, soft sand. His eyes landed on a large dark grey stone which had slight red stains on it from blood. He then turned his eyes to gaze at the silvery blue wings stretching out. He wanted them back. He could get them out of this situation if only he was himself and not human.

Dean slumped slightly when the wings ached and felt like they weighed a ton. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him and he almost fell over. He blinked a few times, wondering why he felt so weak.

"You okay?" Michael asked, noticing the faint look on Dean's face.

Dean nodded "Yeah I'm fine," he said quickly.

"We should head back before they get worried," Michael said, staring up. He tilted his head slightly when he heard a loud screeching sound reverberate through the air. It was becoming louder by the second. His eyes widened when he recognized the sound.

Dean felt his stomach turn as the sound pierced through him. He had never heard anything like it. He stared over to the woods where the noise was coming.

"Dean…" Michael said, his voice shaking slightly "We need to get out of here. Now."

"What is happening?" Dean asked. He was cut short when more sounds shot through the air, surrounding them. That was when he could see the large, bird-like frames covering the sky over them like a dark blanket.

"Are those…" Dean started, his eyes widened.

Michael nodded "How on Earth did you send us back this far?" he asked, backing up as the pterodactyls began to hover over the ocean.

Dean shook his head and his heart skipped a beat when he felt the ground shake slightly. All he could think of was Jurassic Park and he tried to remember exactly what they did. He knew for a fact he did not have the strength to fly them out in time. He recalled how Castiel was weakened when he didn't even send them back that far. He had brought him and Michael…who knows how many years into the past. This was not good.

"Dean we need to go," Michael said, grabbing onto the hunter's hand.

Dean just stared as the trees began to move and shake in three different places. He could see the tops of head moving closer to them. He felt frozen in fear; they were supposed to keep very still. It wouldn't see them if they didn't move. He didn't know if it was instinct or something but he allowed all six of the wings on his back to spread wide, shielding Michael from the creatures that were moving into view, each trying to grab at the pterodactyls that were frantically trying to fly away. Smaller dinosaurs scrambled around at the feet of the larger ones. Some escaped back into the woods while a few unfortunate ones were grabbed.

"Dean," Michael gasped, feeling his body shake with fear when they weren't moving.

"We aren't supposed to move," Dean hissed at him, finally finding his voice. He watched as the three larger dinosaurs slowly walked closer before pausing. Each of them appeared to be almost forty feet in height with their large feet pressed into the sand. Long, curved claws curled into the sand and around their fingers. Their necks were thick with muscle with a curve that would make them capable to an easy attack. A ridged bone extended from each of the creatures eyes, down to its nostrils, which were flaring.

"You realize that is not true. You think staying still will stop them from killing us!" Michael hissed, his voice alarming the three dinosaurs. Each of them turned their heads to Dean and Michael and stared for a moment. Dean swore the creatures glanced at each other before each moving towards them.

"You friggen idiot!" Dean growled, beginning a sprint towards the water. He held onto Michael's wrist tightly, practically dragging him over to the water as sand flew up around them and the ground shook from the slow paced creatures. Dean could feel a breeze as claws just barely grazed the wings on his back. He knew he had to get them out of there before they ended up as dino-food.

He quickly thrashed the wings and sent them back up into the air. He had no idea how far he could get but he was willing to try. This time, he held onto Michael a lot tighter than before as he felt the world shifting around them.

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"What the hell!" Sam hissed when he felt his feet finally land into soft sand. His shoes immediately sunk into it and he felt a hand release his arm. He darted his eyes around at the gloomy sky and deep blue ocean. He turned and wasn't surprised to see Gabriel and Castiel. He was surprised to see Lucifer with them though. He felt a wave of anger and he didn't even care where he was anymore and he didn't care that Lucifer was in Gabriel's body. He just wanted to pound Lucifer's face in. He clenched his fists and began to storm over to him.

"Woah woah big boy," Gabriel said, holding a hand out in front of Sam.

Sam lifted his eyebrows "Are you serious?" he asked "after what he did."

"I took care of it for the moment. He would be very stupid to try anything again," Gabriel said, eyeing his brother.

"How did Dean send them back over 100 million years?" Castiel wondered out loud as he stared at the large claw prints imbedded into the sand.

"What?" Sam asked, now forgetting his anger. He stared down at the prints which Castiel was examining. He had never seen anything like it before "Are you sure they are here?"

"Um, I am going with yes. I do not recall any human-like creatures roaming around these grounds wearing boots during this time," Lucifer said, pointing to the very boot-like prints in the sand leading to the water.

Sam nodded, trying to refrain from lashing out. They needed to find Dean and Michael before doing anything stupid. His stomach turned when he saw the footprints end.

"They aren't here," Castiel said "I can't track them. I think they left again."

Sam lifted his eyebrows "They didn't…the dinosaurs didn't…" he couldn't find the words. They seemed too unbelievable.

Castiel shook his head "I would know for a fact if Dean wasn't alive. I would feel it. You two would probably feel it as well considering one of their deaths would change you forever."

"Why couldn't they just wait for us?" Gabriel groaned "Now we have to play cat and mouse for who knows how long."

"I'm guessing they took off because they were about to be eaten by a large dinosaur. Seems reasonable," Lucifer said with a shrug. He had no idea why but he was suddenly craving something sweet. He snapped his fingers to create a lollipop then popped it into his mouth. He ignored the looks he got from the other three men "Well…what now? Where else could they be?" he asked.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and turned to Castiel, who was staring blankly at the trees "We need to leave. I think I may have found them again."

"Where?" Lucifer asked, pulling the lollipop out. He walked over to the younger angel.

"Not sure. Follow me," Castiel said, spreading his wings and letting his grace follow the trail. Gabriel grabbed Sam's arm and Lucifer grabbed onto Castiel's and they took off.

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Dean knew it the moment he landed that he was going to pass out. He gently let Michael land and didn't even have time to realize where they were before he collapsed onto the ground in a deep rest.

"Dean?" Michael asked, surprised at the somewhat soft landing. He tried to catch Dean but didn't make it in time. He watched him fall onto the grass, wings crumpled over him. They were a mess and covered in dirt. Some feathers were tattered and broken from the long flights. He gently ran a hand over the wings and gasped, pulling away when he felt that strange sensation again. He watched a few feathers began to mend back to normal. He could tell by looking at Dean that he would be out for at least an hour or so.

He decided to take that moment to try and figure out where or when they were. They were in a field somewhere with some trees surrounding them. The sun was bright in the sky though very steadily sinking into the horizon. His eyes landed on a body that lay a few feet from them. The body was large, wearing black armor that looked vaguely familiar though Michael couldn't pinpoint where he remembered it. It has pointed areas with red colors gleaming through the deep ebony. The face of the man was elderly looking with a white beard and hair.

"You!" a voice shouted.

Michael turned his eyes to stare at a figure walking towards him. He knit his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly at the elf-like creature. It had semi-dark gray skin and a very narrow face with pointed ears. Her eyes were bright red and the sides of her head were shaved, leaving nothing but a red pony-tail in the middle. She was wearing steel-plated armor and chainmail. In her hand was a short sword that seemed to have a bluish glow emanating around it.

"Are you an Imperial?" the woman asked, her voice laced with disgust.

"I beg your pardon?" Michael asked, clearly confused.

"Nah…you look to me like a Nord. What are you doing in my land?" the woman asked, holding the sword tightly.

Michael felt his stomach drop "Nord?" he asked.

"Look what happened to the last Nord who stepped in my territory," the woman said "I was just coming to clean him up."

"Forgive me but I have no idea where I am," Michael said, trying to recall anything about Nords and Imperials. What was going on?

He jumped slightly when she lifted her sword and turned to where Dean lay a few feet away. Without a second thought, warrior mode began to kick into Michael and he was glad he still had it even as a human. He reached down and lifted a dark short sword from beneath the man in the black armor. He lifted his eyebrows when it began to glow, the red in the black steel becoming brighter until flames began to descend from it, licking up the blade. He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. Wherever they were, he had a flaming sword. This was something he could do. He turned to the elf-woman, who was moving into battle stance herself, holding out her blade, which was beginning to spark with electricity.

Michael twirled the sword around his hand in the same manner he did before every battle and held it up as the elf-woman ran towards him.

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Hahaha I wasn't expecting to add that in. Please leave a review. Purty please. Your kind words are inspiration. Also, since I'm doing random events now…anything you would like to see happen. I already have some of your suggestions planned out in my head as well as some I thought of but I am willing to try many different things.

And Michael and the flaming sword…I HAD to go there. Hehe. Anyone know where they are?