"Nis! Nis let go!" She stumbled after him, trying to keep up with his stride, flinching at every tug on her ear when she starts to fall behind. "Nis! Slow down!

He tugs on her ear firmly and she yelps. "You keep up."

They come to a sudden stop, and though his mighty angry with her, he still reaches out to steady her when she stumbles over her feet.

Her rooms right there, the doors standing slightly ajar, safety is within arm's reach. She stares at the safety of her bedroom at her angered older brothers side, and cautiously turns her gaze up to her older brother, Nisroc pays her no mind, so she cautiously, slowly, raises her hand to curl her fingers around his hand that's holding her ear.

He tugs firmly on her ear. "Don't you dare, young lady." Still, she curls her fingers around his wrist. "But, Nis—" "Abraxas." She falls silent under the sharp command.

She's crossed a line, crossed a major line that's thick and dark and everyone knows not to cross that line, but she's crossed it. Aba couldn't help it though, when she'd heard how he had treated her big brothers, no one treated her big brothers like that, especially someone like him. So, she lost her temper, it wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last time. Nisroc was just overreacting.

Castiel would wake up.

Maybe not right now.

But he'd wake up, eventually.

The Captain of the Powers raises his free hand, curls his fingers, and raps his knuckles against the closed wooden door before them. They hear the creak of the bedframe as the occupant stands from whatever position they had been in, the soft sound of bare feet padding across the warm stone floor, and the door handle clicks as it's turned and the door's pulled open.

Abraxos smiles at them in greeting, raising an eyebrow in curiousness at their current position, and crosses his arms lightly over his chest as he leans against the doorframe of his room. "What can I do for you?"

"She's more yours then she is anyone else's." Nisroc thrusts her forward. "You deal with her."

"Deal with her?" He frowns lightly at the specific wording, at the stern bite to his brother's tone, at the way Aba refuses to meet his eyes. "What's happened?"

"Why don't you ask her." Nisroc tugs on her ear when she makes not a peep. "Go on, young lady, tell him what you did."

She shakes her head slightly.

"Aba." Abraxos' tone is so gentle, its so soft, he loves her so much, she can't help herself but to look up at him at his soft request for her attention. "Tell me what happened."

"I put Castiel in a coma."

"You what?" He shakes his head in disappointment, and that alone hurts more then any physical punishment she could ever endure, she hates disappointing Abe. "Abraxas. Why?"

"Because…" She licks her lips lightly. "Because he deserved it."

"There is never any viable reason to harm someone enough to put them into a coma, little girl, you know this." He looks down at her so sternly that she averts her eyes in shame. "I raised you better than that." The Power nods to his Captain, pushing away from the doorframe, he lifts his hand to curl his fingers around the back of her neck. "I'll handle it."

Nisroc nods, tugging her ear enough that she turns back to him, and he glares down at her sternly. "If you abuse my teachings in such a way again, no matter how much it may pain me to do so, I'll take my belt to you. Do you understand me?"

She sniffles lightly, nodding meekly. "Yes, grizzly. I understand." He nods and lets go of her ear. "I'm sorry, grizzly."

No matter how angry he may be at her, he'll always adore her to pieces, so his smile is a genuine one when he smiles down at her and leans forward to kiss her forehead. "I know you are, sweet girl, don't let it happen again. Keep that temper in check, baby girl." His eyes lift to meet those of her older counterpart. "I imagine we will all meet in the lounge after this?"

Abraxos nods. "That's the plan."

"Alright."

They watch him disappear down the hall, and Aba turns to look up at her older brother, Abe always punishes her when she does something wrong. Even when Michael had been her guardian, he'd taken her to task sometimes, but being the Viceroy and Commander of all Heaven meant he was a busy archangel, so it often fell to the others, and Abe always took to it straight away.

Despite his disappointment, he smiles down at her, fingers rubbing over the back of her neck. "Come on in, baby girl."

She nods, stepping passed him, as he turns to allow her entrance, and reaches up to adjust her slight bun awkwardly as she comes to stand in the middle of his room. Abraxos closes the door behind him, pointing silently to the far corner, and she nods meekly, just as silently, and crosses his room to stand in her ordained corner.

The young lady fidgets in the corner, fingers curling around the belt cinched around her waist, shifting from one side to the other, her ear aching, as she listens to him. The tall Power walks around his room quietly, doing tasks that she can't see from her position, but she can hear him. There's the sound of a quill scratching on paper, he's working on the files for his new squadron, the papers shuffle softly as he flips through them. The chair creaks a few minutes later as he stands, his work completed, and she hears the rustle of fabric as he folds up the other blanket laying messily on his bed.

She chances a glance. "Abraxas, nose in the corner." And turns back around as quick as a snap.

The youngest, unofficial-official Power hears the soft clanging of armor as he gathers his armor up to hang from the hooks on the far wall. The rustling of fabric, again, as he folds a small basket of clean tunics, the gentle squeak of the wardrobes door as he opens it, to hang his leather vests and jackets, place his folded tunics on the shelf, hang his sword on the hook on the inner part of the door. There's a slight pause, she can't hear what he's doing, but she knows he's still in the wardrobe. Another squeak, the door closing, he lets it hang slightly ajar.

"Come here, baby girl."

She turns, her eyes immediately drawn to the leather sandal in his right hand, and a whine breaks from her throat involuntarily. Shuffling slightly, she doesn't move a step, not wanting to feel the sting of the sandal any sooner.

"Abraxas. Here. Now."

Abraxos' tone is firm, a stern sort of harshness underlying within, and she takes a small step forward, and then another. He sets the sandal down on the edge of the bed, beside him, and pats his thigh softly. "Come on, the sooner we start, the sooner it's done."

"Abe, please?"

He shakes his head softly. "You know how this works, duckling, you know what happens when you break the rules."

"But—But it's Castiel."

"I hate him just as much as the next guy but beating him badly enough to put him into a coma is crossing a line, you know that." He pats his leg thigh again. "Over, come on now, let's get this done with."

She tugs at the sleeve of her tunic nervously. He looks up to meet her eyes, when she fails to come at his prompting, and frowns at the fear that swims in those beautiful orbs. "Aba, are you scared?" Concern overcomes him when she nods meekly. He pats his thigh again. "Come're, baby girl, come sit with me." Abraxas nods softly, stepping forward silently, crossing in front of him to sit on his thigh. He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, and she tucks herself into his shoulder. "My little duckling, what has you so scared, talk to big brother."

"It's just…Abe it's been three eons…I'm…I'm scared."

"Oh, baby girl," he stokes the back of his fingers over her cheek. "Have I ever done anything to truly hurt you?" she shakes her head slightly. "Have I ever been too harsh?" Again, she shakes her head. "I would never be cruel to you, you hold my heart in your little hands, you always have. Do I leave you to sit through the soreness on your own?"

"No." Her hair rubs against the undercurve of his jaw as she shakes her head. "We lay together, cuddled up warm, and you tell me stories until I fall asleep." "Or?" "Or, we all go to the lounge and curl up together and you guys tell me stories until I fall asleep."

"Then, let's not leave the others waiting too long, okay?" She nods again, sniffling miserably, and he helps her back to her feet. "Do you trust me?" Abraxas looks up to meet his eyes and nods again. "Then, lay over." He helps guide her down, over his knee, and she looks down at the floor as her cheeks warm up at the position that she's in.

A hand comes into her line of sight.

"Hold my hand, little duckling." He wiggles his fingers. "Give it a squeeze when you need to, okay?" His baby girl, his little duckling, nods silently and reaches for his hand with both of hers. She curls it close, wrapping it up against her chest, nodding to the silent inquiry on whether or not she was ready.

She feels him pull his other hand back.

There's ten each. Ten with his hand. Ten with the sandal.

And when he's done, he wraps the blanket he'd gathered up earlier around her shoulders as he pulls her into his arms, she cries into his chest, clutching at his tunic, as he whispers words of comfort down at her. Abe sweeps her off her feet, bending at the knee, he curls one of his arms under her knees, and swoops her up. She cuddles close, curled up in the blanket, tucked against his shoulder, he kisses the side of her head. "Wanna go lay with the others?"

"Yes, please."

He carries them both across the room, out the door, and down the hall to the Lounge. The others are all already there, waiting patiently for them to join them, Abe sets her down in her usual spot. Smooshed into Nis's side, as he takes the spot right next to her, on the other side, and she's cuddled warmly between them.

Her biggest brother isn't mad at her anymore, he smiles down at her, leans down to kiss her nose, and wipes the tear trails away with gentle fingers. "Do you want me to tell the first story, baby sister?"

She yawns softly, cuddling down in her big brother's blanket, cuddled between her two big brothers, and nods silently. "Yes, please."

"Okay, baby girl."