Another chapter for you, hope you like it!

"You have to live" Crowley muttered as he worked on the angel that laid in front of him. He could recognize him. Castiel, who worked for Gabriel and liked to sing to the point of annoying everyone, but he didn´t deserve to disappear from existing. He finally managed to close the wound, leaving the care of the superficial ones to another healer. He was needed elsewhere… wait, why was he needed elsewhere? Why did he… he was the commanding officer. Crowley´s eyes widened as that piece of information returned to him. He had been a nobody in Hell so much time… and now he was a high commanding angel? He nearly couldn´t believe it.

Almost in a trance, his body moved to the next injured angel, which he didn´t recognize. The massive gapping wound in his abdomen was threatening his life. He put his hands to work, a glowing healing miracle shinning in his hand. The flesh was knitting fine, blood returning to flow… until a sword came and pierced his heart by the side. He took a few steps back, stained with the unknown angel´s blood. This… this wasn´t supposed to happen. This… this was… it was…

"Why are you healing the traitors, Raphael?" a voice asked. He turned around finding Gabriel himself, staring down at him. Crowley quickly schooled his trembling form to face the archangel. Wait, what had he called him? "Attending to their wounds is as much treason as fighting on their side. Why did you do it?"

"They deserved the attention as much as any other angel" Crowley found himself saying, unable to keep his voice on his throat. "We healers are bound by our Hippocratic oath, we attend to all our patients without letting our personal feelings or loyalties get in the middle. And I publically announced that we choose no side, that we are neutral…"

"Yes, I know, we all heard you when you declared the neutrality of the healers!" Gabriel pushed him inside the tent, making Crowley tremble a bit, but he stayed strong. Everybody was looking at the archangels fighting in the middle of a healing tent. "But, if you haven´t noticed, no one was taking you seriously! Just like when you asked tons of treasonous questions!"

"Questions that should have been answered! And we are not talking about my questions, but the lives of thousands of celestials that I saved!"

"Celestials? Celestials?! Those rats doesn´t deserve to be called Celestials!" the purple eyed angel approached him, nearly knocking him over from the strength he pushed him with. "Do you know what you have done? You saved thousands of demon´s lives!" confusion washed over him, but Crowley knew who were the demons, so he pushed it off. "The opposition! Those that delve in darkness and cause evil! Our enemies!"

"They are of our own!"

"They are not!" Gabriel pushed him again. "But they can be your own for all you talk like them"

"What are you talking about?" Raphael continued. "I went to one or two of Lucifer´s gathering, but I clearly expressed my displeasure at his attitude and the ideology he was spreading among the lower spheres."

"So you admit you were with their faction."

"Just to find some answers! Not to foment Rebellion!" the ginger continued. "Gabriel, you know me, this Rebellion has been much more of a nightmare to me…"

"You healed them, you betrayed us"

"Of course not! Your accusations are infundated!"

"NO! YOU HEALED THE DEMONS! THE ENEMY! YOU ARE AS MUCH A TRAITOR AS THEM!" Gabriel screamed as two of his subordinates entered, with celestial weapons in their hands. The purple eyed angel breathed in before pointing at him. "Guards, take the archangel Raphael in custody. For treason."

"Brother…" the two seraphims that entered grabbed the ginger between them. Crowley felt Raphael´s confusion at his brother´s actions and his security that Gabriel wouldn´t do something bad to him. Well, that was the difference between them. They were one same Celestial, but… they were different. Raphael, the innocent angel, was sure his siblings wouldn´t hurt him. Crowley, the worldly demon, knew he was wrong. And he was wrong. "What are you doing? GABRIEL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"What you deserve" Raphael heard as the seraphims dragged him out of a prison by the arms, towards a great platform that was prepared in front of the open hole to hell. But before he was thrown, he was chained to the floor. The archangel tried to call for something, something Crowley still didn´t remember, but it didn´t answer. He was so concentrated that didn´t really listened to Gabriel´s words in front of a crowd of angels, accusing him of treason, or to his siblings climbing on the platform in a self-righteous way. And not looking at him.

"What…" Gabriel positioned himself behind his brother, finally catching his attention with a celestial knife on his hands. He tried to look, scared and not understanding, until he screamed as one of his primary wings was cut by the weapon. Slowly, painfully… too slow and painful… The chained archangel started to fight, threatening to free himself, but the Amenadiel and Michael, ever the fighters, stomped into his hands to hold him in place. "Amenadiel… Michael… why… why, brothers… why?! WHY?!"

His screams continued, as he looked at his siblings. They knew him, they knew him, dammit. How could they ever believe that he would betray them? He was only doing his part! He was the Healer! He was supposed to heal all the beings without distinction! He took his Hippocratic Oath very seriously… Another scream rattled through his chest as the next wing was sliced next, as slow and painful as the first. And another, and another… the surplice was nearly eternal.

"This is what you deserve" Gabriel reminded him when he had removed four wings, leaving only the biggest ones. He was so bloody and so much in pain, but he registered what was said before he was rudely unchained and unceremoniously kicked into the sulphur pool. As he sunk into the boiling element, burning, he heard a voice that sounded pretty much as his own asking him if he wanted to forget something. The betrayed, pained angel only had one answer:

"Everything"

By the side, Hastur and Beelzebub finally were finally able to move. They didn´t know why, but they were frozen seeing the scenes of Raphael´s live. Maybe it was Crowley´s will, maybe the cell, but… but they were out of the loop now. And eager. Specially Beelzebub, that was starting to sense something she hasn´t towards her ex-husband in an eternity. Or maybe at the sight of him torturing his brother. Yum, Gabriel looked so sexy when he was torturing someone with a knife…

"You know" she said, licking the border of her own knife. "I have always wanted to tortured an archangel."

It was the wrong archangel in the wrong place, but beggars can´t be choosers. She and the Duke approached, ready to repeat the scene. She was sure Hastur would make a lovely Amenadiel, specially when it was time to pine the traitor on the ground…

"Oh, thank you" Crowley said when he finally snapped out of it, surprising the two demons. His eyes were still closed when he turned around, the cell still dark. "I was convinced that I did something horrible… must have taken what Gabriel told me too much to heart" he opened his eyes, showing his eyes to his former superiors. They were still golden, but… they were not snake like anymore. They shone with the power of a thousand stars now. "Anyway, thank you for taking my guilt away from me. The treatment of Hell was all I needed to be myself again."

"Crowley, how are…" a great force pushed them through the front entrance of the cell, expelling them. Beelzebub lifted herself more quickly, only to be faced with the angel in front of her. Because she was sure it was an angel. An Archangel, to be precise. "Raphael" she growled. "How were you able to escape?"

"Oh, you know, throw your guilt away and you are free from Hell. And that" he signalled it from over his shoulder. "was the best cure for a guilty conscience you can find. Or at least for someone like me."

"Why are you so sure you will be able to leave this place, Raphael?" the Prince spited. "Even if a conventional cell won´t contain you, you are in the demon´s home. There are thousands of people here that would love to get their hands on an angel… specially an archangel." She raised her knife. "I won´t be the last to torture you."

"Yeah, that won´t happen" Crowley extended his wings. Surprisingly, his wings were complete now, the six of them. Two pairs of them felt a little bit stiffy, but he wasn´t surprised. They haven´t existed for thousands of years, it was too much to ask for them to be as well as ever. "I have things to do up there, so" he flew moving his wings as fast as he could, trying to find the entrance. Hastur and Beelzebub were hot on his trail, as well as a bunch of other fallen. "Dammit"

"Don´t let him leave!"

"Raphael!" another voice said, making him turn. It was a little demon, a former Virtue he recognized as one of his healers. He opened his eyes wide. How did she ended up there? "Over there! The exit!"

"Traitor!" a Lillim screamed, forcing the other down and stabbing her with a hellish knife. He screamed for her, dipping even if there was nothing to do. Inwardly, Crowley called for help. All help, any help. Any he could muster. He didn´t know, but in that moment, during a meeting, Gabriel´s office exploded as something flew downwards. Beelzebub had to dodge that same thing as it flew to Crowley´s hands.

"What the heaven was that?!" the fly screeched.

"Woow, I have forgotten this" the ginger said, now brandishing a shinning staff crowned by a star. How could he be so stupid, of course this was the Twin of Belen! When God commissioned a star for the stable, he made two models. The rejected one was added to his staff by God, a symbol of his status as master starmaker.

"How the…"

"The Twin of Belen will shower all the souls in her healing light" Crowley quickly tried to remember how to activate his own weapon. Hastur took advantage of that moment, flying to throw Crowley to the ground. Once chained, he was going to give that angel enough pain to forget what his brothers did to him.

"Hastur, no!" Beelzebub screamed in warning, as the staff of the Healer started emitting light. A kind of light the demons couldn´t tolerate and the souls craved. Beelzebub managed to shield herself from the attack, but the other didn´t have enough luck. Hastur was obliterated by that light and the souls of the condemned suddenly were freed from their cells, specially the ones the demons collected for eons via possessions and haunting… "Bring the souls in! Don´t let them escape!"

"Prince Beelzebub! What do we do with the traitor?!" a lower hunter demon asked, hiding behind one of the cells.

"Leave him!" Raphael and his healing spell, along with a few thousand souls, disappeared as the archangel exited Hell. Through the LA door. The fly demon finally lowered her hand, staring at the charred remains of his subordinate. "Leave him" she stated, smiling darkly then. "He is going to be ours again soon."

"Prince…"

"He won´t get away this time"

Crowley, for his part, flew into the sky with his staff on his hands, feeling the air again on his skin and the light of his stars on his skin. He felt free, more realised than ever, out of the shackles that hold him for six thousand years. His wings… they were black, as ever, but now had white spots that could be mistaken for real stars. After a few minutes he dipped down, landing in a parking lot. He grabbed his glasses and quickly put them on, determined to give Aziraphale and Warlock the surprise. The former demon crossed the space… and ran into Amenadiel.

"Raphael" both brothers stared at each other with different emotions on their faces. Amenadiel was guilty and Crowley… Crowley was furious. So furious that… he hasn´t felt this furious in his long life. "Raphi…"

"Don´t call me that" and he attacked.

-In the room-

"I mean, obviously Beelzebub is cutting my entrance to my own Kingdom, but how she does that, I can´t… what was that?" Lucifer´s rant was interrupted by a loud bang in another place. They all went to the parking lot only to find Crowley, staff in hand, hitting Amenadiel with one light after another. His expression was one of rage, as if the only thing he wanted was to kill his own brother.

"Raphi, please, listen to me…"

"I SAID DON´T CALL ME THAT!" the ginger archangel yelled, the star over his staff shinning wrathfully. Aziraphale was shocked, in that moment, despite the energy he emitted, Crowley looked more demonic than ever. And that terrified him. If this continued, Crowley would Fall again and now they won´t be so lucky as to find each other.

Sin of rage stains black- a voice in his head chanted, sounding pretty much like Anathema… if the witch was older. -Safe him or lose him forever

"No" Aziraphale gritted his teeth and walked to position himself right between the fighting siblings. Crowley stopped attacking immediately, as there was no way he would hurt his angel. Not even to get back at his idiot of an older brother. Lucifer wondered for a second what the Principality was about to do, as he was not strong enough to face any of his brothers. He stayed ready just in case. Not even the King of Hell wanted to see his siblings murdering each other.

"Aziraphale, get out of the way" he ordered. The other didn´t move, just stared at him with the same face that when he declared at the air base that if he didn´t stop the thing Beelzebub was passing as Lucifer somehow, he wasn´t talking to him again. "I don´t want to hurt you, please, don´t make me."

"You are going to drop that thing immediately" the Principality ordered, making Crowley glare at him. or whatever that could pass for a glare when directed to the love of your life. "Have you taken a look at yourself? You are newly risen and the first thing you are going to do as an angel is murdering your brother?! You should be ashamed of yourself! Put that damn staff down and talk!"

"You know what he did to me, what he was part of…"

"What Gabriel did to you. He helped, that´s true, and believe me when I say he will have my disdain forever" the angel gave his superior a look that told him how true this words were. "But that is going to haunt him for the rest of the eternity, that should be enough for you. Just look at him! Now that he knows how evil that action was, he is suffering a lot." Amenadiel just stared at them. "And, even if he doesn´t, I´m not losing you over a trash like him, so you better make yourself the idea that you aren´t killing him."

"You are… you are not going to lose me over him" Crowley said. His rage had stopped bubbling at the sight of Aziraphale putting his life on the line to stop him. It was… it was cute. And showed how much his angel cared for him. Great. "Really, not. I´m just going to kill him a little bit, then go back to London with you."

"Oh? And you are going to be able to live with yourself after killing your brother? Or are you going to Fall again and be dragged back down, this time permanently?" the former snake opened and closed his mouth at hearing this. Now that he thought about it, putting his fury aside, Aziraphale was right. He only managed to be the demon he was because he was not a true Fallen… at least not one that commit murder. Or Rebellion. If he killed his brother… "Now put that staff down or you will be sleeping in the coach for a thousand years. And not in snake form."

"I… I don´t think I can turn into a snake anymore" the ginger let go of his weapon, falling to his knees afterwards. He still felt that rage inside of him, but… but he thought he will get over it. For Aziraphale, he would lower him a galaxy. And trust him, he would. Or create a new one, that was much better. "I… I still want to…"

"I know, my dear, I know" the Principality said, putting his arms around his husband. He was calmer now that he knew Crowley wasn´t going to do the unthinkable and obliterate Amenadiel. They still have to work on the rage issues, but they were fine for now. He wasn´t going to lose his snake. "Shhh, it´s okay, dear boy."

"It´s not" Crowley cried in Aziraphale´s arms, letting the feelings out on his husband´s shoulder. "Why can´t I do something to him akin to what he did to me? He held me down when I was on my knees, praying for help! While Gabriel mutilated my back in front of them! In their face! How could that be right?!"

"It´s not, Crowley, but killing your brother is not going to make it right" the Principality caressed his back, relieved now that he knew the archangel wasn´t going to lose his husband to Wrath. That didn´t mean either of them didn´t feel that in the moment, because… oh, dear, he would give anything to punch Gabriel´s face, but his love came first. "You don´t need to kill him."

"I still want to"

"And me too" Lucifer intervened in that moment, cutting the sweet scene. "Oh, don´t stop being all lovey dovey just because we are here, I´m just going to grab this" he helped Amenadiel up, who now was giving his brother a pitiful look. "and wonder if I should throw him to a hell cell or put him in Asmodeus care."

"Lucifer!" a blond woman yelled, approaching the Devil as if he was just a regular person. Crowley stared at that with wide eyes, trying to determine what kind of celestial being she was. Nothing. She was human. When did this happen? Since when the humans talked like that to the Devil?

"What? He deserves it!" Chloe gave him the Look. She was made aware by Maze that Lucifer was quite the protective older brother, specially towards Raphael, but killing Amenadiel or torturing him for eternity was a little bit excessive. Besides, Linda still needed the angel around to raise Charlie. "You are taking all the fun away, Detective."

"Wait, detective?" Crowley repeated, extricating himself from the arms of his Principality. "You are with the LA police?"

"Yes, detective Chloe Decker, LAPD" she showed them her badge. "I have to ask you to come with me, to answer some question related to the murder of Thaddeus and Harriet Dowling plus the kidnapping of Warlock Dowling."

"They didn´t kidnap me!" Warlock held an accusing finger at the woman. "I called them for help when those men entered the house! Neither of them went in! Never!"

"Then they won´t mind answering a few questions. Lucifer" she made a signal to her partner. "Please take them to the commissary in the Corbett. I will drive my own car with the children and… don´t see me like that, I´m giving you more time with your brothers." Decker frowned. "Or would you prefer to go with your son?"

"No, thank you, I believe there have already been enough family fights for tonight" he opened the door of his car for the couple, who were still in each other´s arms. "The lovebirds first."

Okay, three prophecies down, one to go. And it will be the most difficult for Crowley and Aziraphale to face, because they are both feeling the rage right now. Amenadiel is not out of the hook yet, but the worst punishment for him is to Fall again, this time because of the guilt he feels for what he did to his younger brother. THAT will surely be interesting, specially with Lucifer not wanting to help. What do you think? Review!