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Chapter 10:

Dean stumbled slightly and then crashed face first onto the hard marble floor. For a moment or so he stayed where he was, trying to remember why he was lying on the floor. He was doing something important wasn't he?

"I would say that I'm sorry, but I'm not. Are you done with dreamland yet, humans?" Death's irritated voice asked drawing him out of the mist.

He slowly drew himself up, still slightly disoriented and caught a glimpse of his brother doing the same. Someone grabbed his forearm and helped him onto a chair. Then there was a bright glow and he felt infinitely better. Shooting a prayer at Castiel and silently thanking him, he looked around the mess hall and found the trickster, no Archangel, getting berated by an irate Raphael while the rest of the angels sat back gleefully watching the show. Sam noticed that his brother was awake and answered the unasked question.

"Death was the one who brought us here. Since his method of travel is not actually suitable for humans, our souls apparently got separated from our bodies. And since I am Lucifer's vessel, he found my soul and stuffed it back into my body. Castiel did the same for you, but took a bit longer."

"Why is the trickster-angel getting yelled at?"

"Back during the Fall the guy got poisoned and kind of died while Raphael was watching. Then, turns out he was alive the entire time. Even crazier is the fact that the guy apparently did die but since he's in-charge of resurrection, he came back. The damage the poison caused was apparently extensive so instead of coming back as a full-grown, he came back as a baby angel. Death apparently was the first to find him and got strong armed by God into raising the fledgling."

"Fledgling?"

"Baby Angel." Dean nodded at Sam silently asking him to continue.

"Few centuries later, he starts remembering who he truly was and God asked him to continue doing his job as a reaper, till his brothers come for him. So technically speaking it isn't his fault, but he is still getting yelled at by his older brothers. Sucks to be the youngest sometimes." Sam ended with a smile.

"Youngest? I thought the Archangels were like the oldest or something."

It was Castiel who answered this time. "He is the youngest of the Archangels, Dean. Considering that except me, all the angels present in this room are Archangels, Gabriel is in the position of the youngest as far as his elders are concerned. They were a tight-knit group after all."

Nodding in comprehension he sat back and watched in amusement as the older angels ripped the younger a new one.

Two days later, Sam found all the angels sitting around the mess table and eating breakfast, actually eating breakfast. Considering that they had been scolding the Messenger for almost three days straight, it wasn't all that surprising he supposed. He almost felt sorry for the bastard. Almost. Castiel greeted him with a small smile.

"We've been waiting for you guys, Sam. Where's your brother?" Lucifer asked when he spotted Sam.

"Asleep."

"Oh, never mind. I suppose you would be pleased to know that we've come up with a plan to tackle the itty-bitty Beastie." Lucifer said in a sing-song voice.

"You have a plan?"

The angels gave him identical grins that despite the mismatched appearance of their vessels reminded him forcibly that there were in fact, brothers.

A/N:

1. Special thanks to , Nikam13 and Yugi Uzumaki and Naruto Moto.