AN: So I know in Supernatural canon there is only four Archangels, but in true lore there's seven of them, what would happen if there was seven Archangels instead of Fours. In this, Gabriel isn't the only one who split from Heaven, but was the first to disappear, something of which he is resented for. At the release of the Darkness, who has no redemption in this fic, and plays a rather minimal role (along with the Winchesters and Castiel cause I just don't like them), their Father says they need the help of all seven archangels and sends His sons in search of their younger siblings.

This is my take on the vengeful teenage archangels living their best lives.

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Bringing Gabriel back hadn't been nearly as hard as it had been to bring Raphael back, one was in the Empty with His Brother, the other was scattered across the cosmos, their deaths couldn't have been more different. Both hunters watched Him in fascination as He gathered the pieces of His third born son to him, a ball of light slowly forming in His hands amidst complicated hand gestures, hissing softly with power building up in the small compact form.

"He's coming now, shield your eyes!"

The Winchester brothers closed their eyes just as the room filled with the smell of ozone, a deafening bang echoed in the room as a bolt of lightning struck one of the rods and then another when the other was struck in similar fashion, blue light danced behind their closed eyelids. They waited until the glow dimmed, the heat from the raw electricity faded, and chanced a peek at the imposing figure.

He stood between the two lightning rods, volts of electricity jumped from his form to the two robs beside him, bright blue eyes turned from the one who had brought him back, over to them. The surge seemed to grow in intensity as he stared at them, before he took a step forward, Dean Winchester was quick to jump forward and fire a shot, but it did him no good. The other caught the bullet in their hand, closing it in an illuminated fist, and let the melted remanence of the bullet to flow between their fingers to the floor below.

His advance continuing.

Sam looked over the oncoming archangels shoulder. "Uhh, Chuck, you want to call your son off?"

"Right, right." He turned to face the advancing Archangel and called out to him. "Raphael, that's enough, back away from them."

The advancement came to a sudden halt, bright blue eyes turning to peer over his shoulder, his Father nodded in affirmation.

"Calm yourself."

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"If we're going to stand a chance against your Aunt," He eyed each one of His oldest Archangels, "we're going to need the help of your brothers and sister." The four archangels exchanged looks at the thought of them, even Castiel sat up straighter, the younger archangels hadn't been seen since the onset of the war in Heaven.

Michael raised his eyebrow. "We haven't heard from them since their disappearance. How are we to know if they even still live?"

"I would know if they're dead, and I can say for fact that they are not, but they have hidden themselves from me too." He narrowed His eyes slightly. "I can sense them, but barely, they clearly have no intention of being found."

"It has been some time since we've last seen them." Raphael looked concerned. "I do hope they're alright."

He smiled at His son's concern for his younger siblings. "I am sure that your younger siblings are fine. Their tempers the only inhibition we might run into. I cannot imagine they left their home for no reason."

Sam Winchester raised his hand. "I thought there was only four archangels?"

He shook His head. "There are seven in total. The younger three are just less known then their older brothers. But just as necessary as they are in this particular fight." He turned back to His sons. "Your sister is closest, I can feel her more then I can your brothers, she is in Vegas."

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "What would she be doing in Vegas?"

"I can think of a few things, we need her, pick amongst yourselves who will go retrieve her."

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She laughed as she sat on the bar top, legs crossed loosely, leaning back on her right hand. The tattoo of a dolphin curled around her inner arm, silver rings glinting in the dark light of the nightclub she currently called her home, if only for the night. A short skirt, silver sequins shined in the dark light, black fishnet tights tucked into silver doc martins. A tight revealing tube top curled around her chest, accentuating certain features more then others, pulled up to reveal her toned belly to onlookers. Long dark hair done in a tight pony tail, glitter sparkled like stars from within her hair, and it waved about as she bobbed to the music.

She took a sip of her drink, cat calling to the one on the stage taking his shirt off and gestured for the bartender to give her a refill.

"Asariel."

Her eyes turned immediately to the one who called her by that name, alarm filling her that someone who know what she truly was had managed to track her down, taking in the approaching form with great scrutiny. They walked with a certain regality about them, an air of respect that was demanded swirled around him with every step, the steps made with a certain knowledge, as though every placement was calculated.

Like a warrior.

With that knowledge in mind, she gave an irritated sigh, raising a hand to stay the bartender and finished her half empty cup with one gulp.

Asariel jumped down from the bar top, grabbed her silver jacket by the collar, and passed him as he continued to approach. She knew that he would turn to follow as she walked passed, heading for the door to The Strip outside, her night ruined at his uninvited appearance. She squinted as she stepped out into the bright lights of The Strip, turning to walk down the sparse lane, pulling her jacket on over her shoulders.

The door to the night club was caught and she knew that they stepped out after her.

"Asariel, stop."

Despite her true desire, she heaved a sigh and came to a grinding halt, throwing her hands up as she turned to glare at her follower.

"What do you want?"

He came to a stop in front of her, looking her form over with great scrutiny, face scrunching up in distaste. "What are you wearing?"

"Clothes." She gave him a dull glare. "I'm wearing clothes."

"Those hardly constitute as clothing." He shrugged off his own jacket. "I can see more of you then I cannot."

As he turned the jacket in his hands, she huffed angrily and shoved him harshly in the chest, it came as a surprise and forced him back a few paces. "No!" she shook her head, her ponytail whipping around as she did. "You don't get to just show up and act like your my brother again!"

"Asariel."

She shook her head firmly, glaring at him with as much heat as she could muster. "What do you want, Michael?"

"Can I not want to see my baby sister?"

"You've never come looking before." She cut him off. "So why now?"

He took a step forward. "We need your help."

Laughing she poked him harshly in the chest. "Helping you is the last thing I'd ever do." She poked him once more and turned to walk off. "I don't know what's happened, and I don't care to, but whatever it is, I hope it kicks your ass."

"I cannot let you walk off." He gestured to her, she was sure he did, though her back was to him. "Especially while wearing that."

"Do me a favor," she called over her shoulder throwing her hand up to him. "And fuck off, Michael."

"I cannot just let you go."

"That's what you're going to do though." She nearly turned the corner. "I'll never help you. And we'll never see each other again. Double win for me."

She yelped when arms wrapped around her middle, lifting her from her feet, and kicked out wildly. "No!"

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They appeared amidst a grand struggle. Michael struggling to keep his hold on the young lady he had in his arms and the young lady struggling to free herself all in the same moment. The two hunters shot around at the noise they caused with their sudden appearance. The three remaining archangels turned to look up at them in turn.

Their struggle was a fierce one.

She dug her nails as fiercely as she could into his skin, tearing it open, drawing blood to the surface. Kicking out wildly in an attempt to slip from his grip. It was only after her nails dug particularly too deep that he finally let her go.

She spun around with a fierce temper, eyes a blaze, and jaw set.

"Asariel?"

Her eyes flit from the oldest archangel before her to the three gathering behind him, and sneered in anger, she adjusted her top and fixed her ponytail.

"This is just great." She gestured to each of them. "We have a traitor," she waved at Lucifer. "A heartless stony Healer," she gestured to Raphael. "And a cowardly Messenger," she finished with a bitter laugh. Her eyes darted to the Winchester brothers and Castiel. "And lets not forget the two mudmonkey's and their pet."

"Asariel," her eyes darted back to the Healer as he spoke. "Are you alright?"

"I'm great." She snapped at him. "No thanks to you." Smirking when he ducked in shame.

They deserved to feel bad.

"Asariel, as you know—" she threw a heated glare in Castiel's direction. "Who are you to address me?"

"Hey!" Dean Winchester attempted to come to his friends rescue. "He's been doin a lot more then you have!"

"Yea, doing a lot more damage." She gave an exaggerated applause to the seraph. "Good job!"

"The Darkness is free, Asariel."

"I don't give a damn." She spun around to glare at the Morningstar. His arms had crossed, raising his eyebrow when she spun to him, hair whipping around behind her. "Let Her do what She wants. I don't care."

He stared at her closely. "Yes, you do." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You've got a good heart."

She laughed slightly. "For whom? The family that abandoned me? The older brothers who turned their backs on me? No." she pressed a hand to her chest. "I care about me. I'll fight for me. I'll look out for me." Asariel raised her hand to snap her fingers. "I'm out."

"You can't leave." Michael's voice came from behind her, just by his tone, she knew he'd crossed his arms. "I've dampened your grace."

Anger filled her again, spinning to glare at him. "You can't do that!"

He raised an eyebrow. "I believe I already did." Uncrossing his arms, he walked forward slowly, humming in warning when her fingers clenched into fists. "You will stay here, I cannot make you help us, but I can make you stay." Eyeing her over again, he nodded at her in affirmation, meeting her angered eyes once more. "You will wash this makeup off your face and change into something more appropriate."

"I'm not a fledgling anymore! You stopped being my brother the moment you decided war was more important then me!" She met his gaze head on. "I don't have to listen to you!"

"That may be." He leaned over her. "But, I'm still your elder, so that means you do."

"You son of a—" Michael snapped his fingers when she reeled back in preparation to strike him with her fist and she disappeared. He turned to meet the others concerned gazes. "She is fine. I merely escorted her to a room." He nodded once. "I will check on her in a bit. A bit of time should help her cool down."

The Messenger nodded. "You think she'll help us?"

Michael thought a moment, nodding in affirmation after he thought on it. "I can get her to help us."

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Asariel sat on the edge of the bed, resting her head on both her palms, the anger had faded a few minutes after she had appeared in this room and found that she couldn't open the door. Her boots sat before the door, she'd thrown them at it when she couldn't get it to open, cursing her brother as thoroughly as she could.

Now she was just upset, being confined to this room made her feel as though she was grounded again, something she hadn't been for quite some time, she'd been living by her own rules for quite some time now, and didn't want to follow the rules of someone who had turned away from her.

She remembered that day as though it had happened just before this one. Her seeking her older brother out and finding him in the War Room, asking him to come to the Garden with her, it had been so long since they'd spent time together. And then he turned on her.

The young archangel sniffled, rubbing her hand under her nose, and continued watching her toe circle around the floor under her.

There was a soft knock to the door, and she called out softly for whoever had come for her to enter.

"I thought I told you to wash and change."

She sniffed again, staring down at the floor. "I don't have to listen to you."

"My, my, this is quite the difference from the site we beheld in the Library."

Asariel didn't look up at him but did hold up one of her hands in a particular gesture, warm fingers curled around her hand and this time she didn't struggle to pull it back. Her vision is filled with his feet, and his knees pop softly as he kneels before her, lifting her head up with a gentle finger under her chin.

Their eyes met and this time there was no anger, no fight, just sad violet eyes staring into his.

"Asa, we used to be so close, and I pushed you away."

"You changed. You weren't my big brother anymore."

He nodded softly. "It was like I had been overcome by a disease." He bent forward. "I wasn't myself." And squeezed the fingers he still held in his grasp. "But I'm back now."

"You'll go away again."

"Not this time." He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm here to stay. I should never have left you. You clearly need someone to be keeping an eye on you." The older archangel smiled, it brought a small one to her lips, and stood back up, pulling her up with him.

"I can take care of myself, Micha."

"I highly doubt that." He held her out slightly, her arm lifting as he tugged her hand up that was still securely in his grasp. "Just look at you," he poked a finger up under her arm and she bit back a small giggle, turning slightly in his hold. "Your top barely has you concealed." He pressed his hand to her belly. "My entire hand fits on your belly without any disturbance to your top." The archangel dug his fingers lightly into her midsection and she jolted lightly in his grasp. "And I think your skirt remains without needing said." He leaned down to squeeze her midthigh. "If I can touch you here without any inhibition then it is too short."

"Micha stop!"

He smiled down at her. "I don't think I will, baby sister." And lifted her easily from her feet. She laughed softly, curling her legs around his waist, as he crossed his arms under her. "We have so much to catch up on. You've grown since I've last seen you." She curled his arms around his neck and hugged herself close to him. He turned slightly and kissed the undercurve of her cheek, burrowing into her neck, to return the hug as best as he could given his holding her up.

"Micha!" She shrieked brightly, despite her attempt to stop it, scrunching up her shoulder quickly at the feeling of him nibbling on her neck. "Micha stop!" he ignored her though, digging in just a bit more, pressing his lips under her ear. She tilted her head away from his as best as she could manage but he followed her every time. "Micha! Stop it!" she hit his shoulder lightly with her fist.

He shook his head, and she shrieked again, feeling his arms come up to curl around her lower back and cradle the back of her head, as he leaned forward and laid them both on the bed.

"I can't, baby sister, I've got much time to catch up on."

She shrieked, arching her back, when ten fingers dug into her belly. "Let me show you why you shouldn't wear these shirts." Her laughter increased when he buried his face into her belly with his fingers. She buried her fingers in his hair and tugged. "It's good to see that somethings don't change."

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So whatcha think? You wanna meet the others? See this Archangel Fam at it's finest? Who are the other two Archangels? Can you guess? LOL!