"How much longer?!" Chloe asked from her post on the roof while Crowley caressed his staff´s star. The shiny thing was almost unbearable to see to her, so she was asking herself how no one has called to complain about the mini sun in the roof of the commissary. She wouldn´t be surprised if Lucifer was miracling their attention away.

"Easy, detective, these things take time" the Devil said, smiling at his little brother. "Do you know how many stars are in the universe? And what did they see? Besides, auras are complex things, they tend to wary a lot according to the person´s emotional state" the woman´s frown deepened with each question. "But it´s all well, Crowley is an expert locating sinners. Every tempter in hell is. If he says he can pinpoint the aura, then he can."

"We hope" the blond turned around.

"Of course he can! Crowley is one of the best tempters in my domain, he is also an expert in locating the specifically sinner we told him to tempt in a crowd of sinner by his aura…" Lucifer stopped when Chloe´s frown deepened. "Anyway, he is a good tracker, he will find them."

"Exactly how much do you know your brother? Because it didn´t look like you have talked much in the last few… centuries."

"A lot, in fact" Satan answered, looking at his little brother as he manipulates the stars. "Crowley was the only one of my siblings to Fall with me. And before that, he was my favourite sibling to spend time with. We spent hours and hours talking" now Lucifer was staring into the sky weirdly. "Then the Fall came and Crowley lost it for a few years, before settling in as his amnesic self and… well, I sent him away because it was the best for us. You are right in that we didn´t see face to face much after that, but I always kept tabs on him during my stay in Hell. I´m such a good older brother like that."

"So, you know him pretty well"

"Even more than my own twin"

"Well, that… you have a twin?" now Decker was worried. How could the world continue working with two Lucifers? She meant… one was problem enough.

"Yes, Michael" the Devil answered, frowning. He never liked Michael, not since their Father always compared him to her or vice versa… specially when both of them were the same gender and looked the same. Nothing generated sibling rivalry better than that. And it was one of the reasons Michael stayed in her female form and Lucifer his male. "Though girl, a warrior and helped to mutilate…"

"Can you keep it quiet? I´m trying to concentrate here" Crowley said with his nerves on edge. Why did they have to talk about the archangels here? They knew the simple mention of his family could send him on an epic fit, why were they doing that? And Michael… Michael was still a soft spot. Just like Amenadiel. "Think I got it, they are in an abandoned church at…"

"CROWLEY!" Warlock appeared on the roof in that moment, sweating as if he had been running a marathon. The former archangel let himself fall to the floor, concerned. "Someone is attacking Adam and Aziraphale!"

"WHAT?!" the redhead screamed. In an effort to divert the children´s attention, the angel and the detective douche, as Lucifer and Crowley insisted in calling the poor guy, and having declared the two celestials as cleared of charges, decided to take Adam and Warlock to eat ice cream on a tiny shop. Under police watch, of course. What they didn´t take into account was that the demons were not the only ones to notice that the two lovers have abandoned their wards and decided to attack.

"A group of guys dressed in different kinds of white and with a stuck up attitude appeared in the shop. They were guided by a woman with brown hair and big sleeves" Lucifer frowned. That was a very good description of his female form and, in turn, of Michael. Hum, at least his female form had a better sense of fashion. "and a douche with purple eyes and a big, tooth paste commercial smile."

"GABRIEL" Crowley growled, his hate for his sibling growing in his chest. Couldn´t they leave them alone? He had had enough of Gabriel for an entire eternity. "We have to go help Adam or the angels will…"

"Too late" a battered Adam Young appeared in that moment, his eyes still glowing the same colour as Lucifer´s when he uses his diabolic powers. "They grabbed bounded him and left" he clenched his teeth in defeat. "And I don´t understand how they managed to get past me! My powers were supposed to be stronger…"

"It´s not your fault, your powers were stronger before because it was the Armageddon. Now they are possibly the same level as a common Nephil…" the glare he received told Lucifer he was not helping. "Anyway, they aren´t here anymore, I can´t feel them."

"Of course not. They are angels! They don´t belong here! And, if they are going to execute someone, it´s going to be at home, where the rouge can serve as example to keep the others loyal." The snake clenched his own fists and teeth. "They must have taken Aziraphale to Heaven."

"Then it must not be so bad" said Chloe, still biased by his religious views.

"Take it this way, last time Aziraphale was in Heaven, they sentenced him to death by incineration with Hellfire" explained the former demon, keeping out the fact that it was actually him who was on that trial. "For helping me to prevent the end of the world."

"Okay" the detective looked away. By how they put it, angels and demons didn´t look so different. At least not as opposite forces should be. "We have to get him back."

"We, CELESTIALS, have. You, on the other side, must remain here and clean up the mess our dear brother made" Crowley said, guarding his wings. "Gabriel is many things, but discrete is not one of them" he rolled his eyes. "Guy is flashier than one of my stars."

"No, really?" the woman said with sarcasm. All of them were flashy, even Amenadiel when the mood struck him, so they should abstain from criticise their brother for that. "And, for your information, I have fought demons from Hell. Why should I stay and fix your family´s mistake while you all go on a rescue mission?"

"Ahhh, detective, I have to be with Crowley in this" Lucifer said, earning a disbelieving look. "Detective, you have to understand that mortals can´t get pass the Celestial Doors of Silver City without dying. Just putting a foot in there would… and I can´t stand the thought of losing you."

"But you will go"

"I´m not"

"What?!"

"I can´t! When they kicked you out of there like they did to me, you are kicked out for the rest of the eternity! Wouldn´t be able to enter even if I managed to reach those damn doors! Besides, I´m the Devil! Do you think those magical doors will let the Devil enter?!" the man looked so frustrated that she closed her mouth.

"But I can" Crowley said, opening his wings. "I will go…"

"Of course not! You are not going there alone, not after what happened last time!" yelled Lucifer, stopping him cold.

"But there is no one to come with me! I have to go alone or we will never get Aziraphale back!"

"In that you are mistaken, dear brother" Lucifer said, towering over the snake and pulling out his phone. "There is still someone that can go into that damn place with you as backup. Or more."

"Oh, no, no, no" no matter what the former demon yelled, his brother was adamant. In a few minutes, Amenadiel was back in the commissary, sporting a strange grey tunic. The same one he wore when he first arrived on Earth. "I hate you"

"I love you too" the Devil approached the Firstborn. "Brother! We were waiting for you!" there was a short chat between the two of them while Crowley glared daggers at his eldest sibling. "I hope you are ready for a…"

"What do you want, Luci? I thought I had to stay away until Raphael here cool down his anger"

"Well, that was the idea, but Gabriel showed his ugly mug, so plans changed" the Firstborn rolled his eyes. Of course his brother was going to ruin things even more. He turned around, he was not participating in any more family fights, especially when the person involved didn´t want him there at all. Lucifer grabbed him before he could leave. "Come on, Amenadiel. Gabriel is literally the only person in the world Crowley hates more than you, it´s HIM. It´s a perfect opportunity to fix your relationship!"

"Stop sugar coating this, Luci, Linda already explained to me that it´s not so easy…"/p

"How about this?" the Devil said, practically desperate, but settled in his idea. He wasn´t going to let Crowley go up there alone, not with his twin and the purple douche waiting for him. "I´m going to act as mediator between you two and do everything I can to reconstruct your brotherhood if you do this."

"Don´t promise things that…"

"Oh, but I can. I can and I will if I have to just so you don´t have to go up there ALONE" with red eyes, Lucifer stared at the snake, who took a step back. "What do you say?" Amenadiel nodded. In fact, he planned to go alone, but if Raphael wanted to go to… "Something to make us lose more time?" Crowley growled, but didn´t say anything. If that was needed for him to recover his angel… "Good. Now go"

"Wait" Amenadiel said, pulling something out of his pocket. Two very known hairpins, of solid gold, with the form of olive branches. He put them on his brother´s hands. "I brought them with me last time I was in Silver City. I… I was already regretting my choices in the Rebellion. After reconnecting with Luci and living with Maze…"

"I remember this, they felt off my hair during… during the punishment" quickly, Crowley put them back in his long hair. They looked ridiculous now, but… but they were more of a statement that he hadn´t changed his opinion. That he was still Raphael… some sort. "This doesn´t mean I have forgiven you."

"I know" the Firstborn said. "Okay, let´s go cause a family fight."

"Let´s"

-In Heaven-

"Oh, hello, Aziraphale. And here we were all wondering when you would get out of your pathetic little hole in London" Gabriel said to a tied up Principality, who only glared at him with all the hate the kind angel could summon. "What´s the matter? Still angry that your scaly little friend was sent to Hell?"

"It was you, then?"

"Oh, not, absolutely. I just noticed an old nuisance of mine moving in America and decided to investigate. You never know with this demons, after all" that smile, how much he would give to punch that smile. "Glad to find out they could actually be useful."

"You mean to find something you could take advantage of"

"If you want to put it that way" the Archangel began to walk towards a carefully prepared stage. It reminded Aziraphale so much of the punishment Crowley suffered that he felt more anger than fear. A white, shearing anger that almost made him shot up and knock all the teeth out of Gabriel´s mouth. "An talking about useful things… you are about to be useful to us again."

"What, are you going to do to me what you did to Raphael back then?"

"Exactly! You are smarter than you look, Aziraphale, pity that you weren´t smart enough to see where your foolishness with that demon will lead you to" Gabriel said, totally disregarding the mention of his brother as something unimportant. The Principality glared at him, did he not even care about his own brother´s pain?

"I did the only right thing and stopped that damn war…"

"You know, now that you mentioned it, this was exactly what Raphael himself said before giving an example to all the Choirs" the prick continued, not losing his smile. "He continued and continued saying that he was right in his choices of healing those sorry excuses for beings that ended up as demons… as if that could be considered something good" he rolled his eyes. "Little idiot should have lowered his head and obeyed."

"You are so despicable, Gabriel"

"What did you say?" the archangel turned. Aziraphale valiantly stared at his face, that now lacked the usual smug smile of before. "Despicable? Me? The Messenger of God?" the fought with their views. "And how, in your opinion, am I despicable?"

"You consider yourself over us all, but you commit mistakes and have done more wrong than people down there. You knew how Hell was and sent your brother there without batting an eyelash!" the angel raised his voice more. "You are the one who should have fallen, not Raphael!"

"Really? A traitor, more deserving of the Title of Archangel than the Messenger of God?" the purple eyes of Gabriel suddenly were filled with some kind of fire. "You surely have spent too much time around the humans and that filthy vermin… what was his name again? Carwey? Arwey?"

"Crowley"

"Crowley, yes! You spent too much time around him" the Archangel kept his immaculate smile, but his eyes show the anger he had in them. "Yes, you betrayed us with him… you surely deserve the same punishment the last person who refused to admit his mistakes had."

"You bastard…" the gentle, kind Aziraphale has never wished to punch someone in the face more than then.

"Take him to the platform, guys" ordered Gabriel as his siblings appeared along with the other members of the choirs, who were whispering in fear. This kind of things never failed to instil the fear of the Archangels on them. "It has come to our minds, thanks to recent events, that some of you need a refreshment on what happens to angels that dare to fraternize with the Opposition" the Messenger addressed the crowd. "Well, here…"

"Woow, woow, stop!" a voice nearly no one recognized froze everyone on their tracks. All heads turned to the origin, where the Firstborn and a figure dressed all in black stood. Gabriel growled, how had the vermin managed to come here? Only the angels were allowed to cross the doors to Heaven being celestials without express permission! "I thought occasions like this one required the presence of all the Archangels."

"What do you want, demon?"

"Demon? I had hoped our reunion was better than the last time we saw each other, Gabe, but it seems you are still refusing to bury the battle axe. No problem, I was also wishing to pay you back for last time before… smoking the peace pipe" Crowley said, his voice sweet, but heavily on sarcasm.

"Say your words and be gone, demon, you have nothing to do here" Michael got in front, finally realising something familiar from the creature in front of her. And the angelic aura. "It can´t be…"

"But it is" Crowley extended his wings, all six of them to see and reveal his own identity. Immediately, the angels holding Aziraphale took a step back, not wanting to mess with an already pissed off archangel. The redhead then dramatically took his hand to his face to take off his glasses and show his shiny eyes. He stared directly al Gabriel. "Hello, brother."

"Raphael" he said, practically spitting in his face. "After all this millennia, you still dare to show yourself here and declare yourself one of us despite…"

"But I am telling the truth, dear brother. Can´t you feel it?" he asked, flapping his wings a bit. Two pairs of them still hurt, but he refused to show that to Gabriel. He instead raised his staff, showing it to his siblings. "As you have seen, I have risen. And I´m back home."

"It´s true" someone whispered.

"He is risen" another followed.

"Raphael is back"

"Raphael the Starmaker…"

"Raphael the Healer…"

"Lord Raphael is…"

"Silence!" Michael ordered, with all the authority she could muster right now. Then she glared at her little /"You are no longer welcome here, Raphael, as you have not repented your sins at the Rebellion. Archangel or not, you are still expelled. Be gone!"

"Oh, don´t worry, sister, I haven´t planned to stay for long. This dreadfully oppressive place" he fanned himself with a hand, while Amenadiel watched. The Firstborn was having some problems at being relegated to a supportive role, stopping other angels with his presence besides Crowley to do something stupid, but he had agreed to let the younger deal with this. "Too much like Hell you know" a gasp was heard somewhere, but he didn´t pay attention. He only had eyes one angel there. "Aziraphale, come" the Principality obeyed. "Are you okay, angel?"

"Yes, I…"

"Stop right there, Raphael!" screamed Gabriel, finally recovering his annoying voice. To say he was beyond angry would be an understatement. Not only had that Traitor Raphael recovered his Grace and status as archangel, but he was now depriving him of the opportunity to instil fear into the choirs, undermining his authority, but he was freeing a rouge. If things continue like this, another Rebellion… "You can´t just walk away with a prisoner like that!"

"I can do whatever I want, I´m Archangel Fucking Raphael" Crowley said, cleverly quoting his brother.

"You damn Traitor… you disgusting piece of shit!" the purple douche started to curse and order anyone to stop them, but no one listened to him. Not even the other archangels, who were wearily eyeing the Firstborn, who was acting as a bodyguard for the couple. "I did the right thing when I ripped your fucking wings off!"

Crowley stopped cold at the mention of that. He let go of a terrified Aziraphale´s hand, who didn´t react in time to grab him again, and approached his sibling. Bright and purple eyes crossed in daring for a moment. Finally Gabriel put his ugly smile again, ready to make a remark, but Crowley didn´t let him. In one movement, the former demon´s fist collided with the archangel´s face, probably breaking his nose and possibly breaking some teeth. A surprised gasp went around the choirs, many of whom enjoyed it more than they should, and a Virtue approached to assess the damage done to the douche´s face, flashing him a thankful smile. Crowley simply walked away to his companions, wanting to get out of there.

"What was that?" Aziraphale asked, surprised at the self-restrain his husband showed.

"That, angel, was a little revenge on my brother that I could definitely forgive me for" Crowley answered with a smug smile on his face.

And here again! Hope that you liked it!/p