"I need a fucking drink."

Was her greeting to the world when she made her reappearance the following morning. Long dark hair done up in a sloppy un a top her head, wearing a loose fitting green t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants with one leg pulled up under her right knee, she ignored her company as she made her way to the fridge and pulled it open to examine its contents.

"Well, good morning to you too sweetheart."

She glared at the hunter from over her shoulder. "Did I tell you that you could talk to me, monkey?" she gave a quick shake of her head. "I didn't. So shut your fucking mouth."

Asariel turned away from him, turning back to the fridge, frowning at the lack of options. "I wish I had some fucking vodka." She picked up a bottle of beer and stared at it with distaste. "Instead of this junk."

"Are you even old enough to drink?" Dean Winchester smirked at her as he came up behind her to lift the bottle of beer from her hand. "You look like you're, what, fifteen years old."

"You know, my brother, my best friend, is the Archangel of Death." She turned, glaring at him, her eyes as sharp as daggers, and she snatched the bottle back. "You think you can convince him to let your beloved Sammy come back when he dies again?" Asariel popped the cap with her thumb, an abuse of archangel strength at it's finest, and took a big swig of the drink within the bottle. "He doesn't find you two nearly as amusing as old man Death did."

"Are you threatening my brother?" The hunter leaned forward, in an attempt to intimidate her, and she smiled at his attempt of intimidation. She was a fucking archangel. This mudmonkey had nothing on intimidation. "Because nobody threatens my brother."

Asariel leaned forward, finishing off her stolen bottle of beer, and thrust it out into his chest. "Am I?"

"I'll ask you one more time." Dean reached for the gun he had in the hem of his jeans. "Are you threatening my brother?"

She saw the other being approaching from over his shoulder and smiled up at the mudmonkey.

"Dean, Asariel, is everything alright?"

Michael stood behind them, in the doorway of the kitchen, looking over at them with concern.

Asariel smiled up at the hunter. "Yep."

…

They all gathered in the library after breakfast, everyone but Chuck, He was off doing something of His own, doing His own tracking of His Sister. Their priority was getting their younger archangels back, before they stood any chance on getting their Aunt recaptured, and they had one down, who could lead them to the other two.

Michael sat at the head of the table, in Chuck's place, as was his right.

To his left sat Lucifer, as his second in command in Heaven's army, it was his right.

On his right sat Raphael, as the Healer, he was just as important as Lucifer was to his command.

And on Raphael's other side sat Gabriel, him and the Healer worked hand in hand, it was his job to ensure everyone knew what their orders were.

On Lucifer's other side sat the two hunters, and their hunter friend stood behind them, surveying them all.

Asariel thought it was because he thought he could stand a chance against any of them.

She sat on the table, because she could, in front of Michael. Her socked feet resting lightly on his thighs, leaning back on her hands, he rested his arms up around her legs and looked out at the others from around her side.

"Asa, do you know where your brothers are?"

The younger archangel shrugged, staring up at the ceiling absently, watching a fly circle around the light fixture above their heads. Her blonde brother snorted to her left, and her dark haired brother sighed to her right, the third didn't make any sounds.

Michael pinched her leg. "Asa, you were asked a question."

"So, what if I do?" She finally looked down to them, sparing them each a glance, before resting back on the oldest. "Why would I ever tell you?"

"Please, Asariel." Their younger sister looked over to the Healer. "Please, where is Azrael?" He leaned forward against the table, looking up at her imploringly. "Is he safe, at least?"

Asariel stared at her older brother for a long moment, internally debating on whether or not she should share her knowledge and saw nothing but sincerity in his features.

Heaving a sigh, she nodded lazily, and tilted her head back to return to watching the fly circle around the light fixture again.

"Az is in the Ancient City with Anubis."

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AN: So, a bit of an intro to our next chapter!

Who's going to be sent to get their younger sibling this time?