"Okay, so we've got two down," Sam Winchester looked over to the two youngest archangels, passing a notebook they'd stolen between them as they wrote notes to each other within it, clearly not caring enough about their conversation as to listen to it. They sat on their own at the end of the table, Azrael's hounds didn't let anyone too close, not even the older archangels. "Who's the third?"

He looked over to him when Lucifer scrubbed a hand over his face, breathing a deep sorrowful sigh, leaning forward against the table. "Sandolphon."

"Five bucks says Luci's gonna be the one to go get him."

They all turned to watch Asariel and Azrael converse loudly, clearly wanting them to listen in, and the older archangels sighed.

"Ten says he punches him."

Asariel stuck her hand out. "I'll take that bet."

…

Finding him hadn't been a problem for them, deciding who would go after him hadn't been a problem for them, it was dealing with the anger that boiled under the typically joyful angels skin that became the problem. And getting him to look at you long enough to get a sentence out before he turned away again, physical limitations became a problem as well, with his mood in the way it was he was more likely to turn away from you before you could truly sign out anything to him.

They found him in an old music shop, not many people ventured in, mostly old vinyl's and CD's, always something for the true music lover.

He recognized his younger brother upon first sight, head bowed over a box labeled 'H-M' as his fingers sifted through the used records for whatever his mind desired to hear that day, pausing every so often to lift on up and read the track listing on the back, nodding to himself as he thought over the lyrics that could possibly have been made, and set it aside in the small pile he was collecting for himself.

The archangel in disguise didn't look like much, more calm in appearance then his brother and sister had been, but then Sandolphon had always been the quiet type. A simple pair of jeans hugging his hips, a white polo under a velvet purple vest that hung unbuttoned from his shoulders, his curls still as wild as ever. He was the very picture of a young Adonis, wild blonde curls, bright blue eyes, slightly pale in color. And he had been all his. His to raise, his to guide, and his to abandon.

They had told him about what had happened to his young Sandolphon upon his fall.

He nodded to the teenager behind the desk in greeting, she raised her chin in return as her eyes averted back to the comic book she was reading through. Teenagers.

Deciding it was best to try things slow at first, he came up beside him, without uttering a word, and sifted through the records in the box labeled 'A-H' acting as though he was there for the classic music and not the one standing next to him. He was paid no mind though, either being ignored or unnoticed, as the teenager continued to silently sift through the vinyl's in front of him.

He tried for words then. Smiling as he pulled an old K.I.S.S. record from his box, clearly out of place in the sorting. He doubted the teenager behind the counter righted things when they were put out of order. It would be much too much a task for them to complete at their occupation.

"Can you imagine if we sang these in the Choir?"

The boy's head snapped around at his voice, staring at him with wide pale blue eyes for a moment, before his surprise was cut off with an angry glare and he turned away from him. Picking his pile of records up in his hands, he moved to another table, Sandolphon was not one for confrontation, but he was very talented at ignoring people.

He followed though.

Sandolphon set his things down and spun on him, his fingers moving a mile a minute, American Sign Language. Made sense.

'What do you want, Lucifer.'

"Can't I just want to see my dear little Sandy, again?"

He got a dull look in return. 'You wouldn't have to come sneak up on me if you hadn't abandoned me.'

Lucifer nods, dropping his chin slightly as he reaches back to scratch at the back of his neck lightly, his Sandy was never one to beat around the bush. "I know I messed up, I was trying to pro—"

'Save it!' He looked up as his brother signed frantically, clearly irritated, his hands shook lightly in his silent anger. 'I've heard it all! I just wasn't good enough for you to stay, was I?'

The Morningstar shakes his head slightly. "Sandy, no, I did it for you!"

He takes a step forward, shoving him harshly in the chest, forcing him back a step. 'Don't pin that all on me. You were jealous. You couldn't stand that there was something more interesting then you. You thought of no one but yourself.' He gathers his things back up, tucking them under his arm, so that he may maintain the use of his hands. 'Leave me alone, Lucifer. I have nothing to say to you. I don't need you anymore.' The young angel of music glared up at him. 'I'm grown now. No thanks to you.'

He walks away, stepping passed him, their shoulders bumping softly as he did. A shoulder check. And he's left staring down at the wooden floor of the Music Shop as his brother turns his collection over to the clerk behind the counter, her gum snaps, and the old cash register dings, the bells above the door jingle as its pulled open as someone departs. Lucifer shakes his head slightly, knowing that the heartbreak he feels is called for, turning to follow after him.

The bell rings again.

He follows his brother down the sidewalk, probably looking like a creeper stalking some innocent looking teenager, if only these mindless humans knew. It made him snort. Sandolphon looked over his shoulder at his snort, his shoulders tensing, and he spun around, the bag on his wrist swinging at the motion. 'Stop following me!'

"I would. I know you want nothing to do with me—"

'Damn straight.'

"But Aunt is free, She's going to devour the world, we need your help."

Sandolphon shook his head. 'I don't see how that's my problem. Let Her. I don't care.'

Lucifer tilts his head. "Sandy, you don't mean that, you hate silence. There'd be nothing but in Her World."

'I'd learn to live with it.'

"Sandy, think of all the innocent people you'd be dooming."

He waves a hand at the older archangel. 'Who are you to lecture me on the innocence of people. You self-righteous self-absorbed self-fish bastard.'

"Azrael and Asariel want to see you."

His old charge clearly had no desire to see him nor their other brothers, but as far as he knew, there was no bad blood between him and the other two. They seemed to have kept in contact even after all this time. They had always been rather close, being created, born some might say, at the same moment, they had been nearly inseparable to some degree. Oh, the trouble this trio had caused, they been more trouble then they were worth sometimes. Not that they would have traded them for the world, he flinched, until he had.

"You wouldn't leave them all alone, would you?"

Sandolphon glares at him, there's so much heat and malice in that glare, but he shakes his head. They'd been apart for so long. 'I will come to see them.' He cuts his hand through the air. 'That's it.'

Well, he'd been sent to bring him to the Bunker, technically he'd succeeded.

…

"Sandy!"

Asariel had him in a hug the moment he appeared, arms curled around his neck, body pressed to his. He smiled, curling his arms around her lower back, resting his head against hers. Azrael held up a fist. "Hey dude."

He bumped their fists together.

His sister pulls away, smiling to him in greeting, he would always come for them. Only them. Everyone else could fuck off.

"Whatcha get, Sandy?"

'Queen and Journey.'

"What," they turned to look at the hunter, he didn't know if it was the older one or not, he just knew that he automatically didn't like him. He seemed like an asshole. "He's deaf? There's such thing as a deaf angel?"

His brother hit him lightly. "Don't be rude."

Asariel and Azrael glared at him from over their brother's shoulders, Sandolphon ignored him, people often scoffed at his disability, he was more in tune with the records he'd found, reading over the track lists again.

"He can hear just fine, asshole."

The older archangels watched on, though they wanted to step up and greet their younger brother, Sandolphon was one to lash out when you touched him, and he didn't want to be touched.

"Then what's with the," he waved his fingers around.

The angel of music's shoulders grew tense, he wouldn't sit there and listen to someone make fun of his disability, it was something serious, something he lived with every day.

Asarial curled around his left arm. "He can't talk, you big dick."

The taller hunter tilted his head. "But, Sandolphon…He's the angel of music."

"Right." Azrael stepped up to his right. "So, you can imagine how hard it must be, can't you?"

The other hunter snorted. "The angel of singing can't sing!" Turning to the taller one. "Sammy, that's too great!"

Having enough of the insults, Sandolphon glared at him over his shoulder, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers. The hunter made to crack at his disability again, and looked confused at the lack of sound that came from his mouth, lips moving as he tried to say something and nothing came out but the silence. 'Sammy' stepped forward worriedly. "Dean. Dean?" He tried yelling something but not a sound came forth. The taller hunter turned to the older archangels. "What did he do?"

Gabriel shrugged. "It appears he took his voice." Glaring at the muted hunter. "Serves him right. He was being insensitive."

When it appears, they're going to be of no help, the hunter turns back to the archangel in question. "Fix him! Give him back his voice!"

Sandolphon jerks his hands. 'Make me, human.'

He steps forward, as though attempting to be intimidating, and Sandolphon turns around, tucking his records back into the plastic back, and Asariel lets go of his left arm to curl around his right. Azrael steps up behind his shoulder. The three of them together are a force to be reckoned with.

"Do something, hunter, we dare you to."

They couldn't help but be a bit protective of their mute brother, Sandolphon couldn't express himself with words, he had to rely on his hands and his facial expressions and his features to portray his emotions.

And, he was the youngest in their trio, they'd decided long ago. Even though they were created at the same time. They agreed that Sandy was the youngest, he had that vibe, and they were good older siblings to their third piece, the one that made them whole.

"Sandolphon." They turn to look at their third born older brother. "Set him right again."

His pale blue eyes stare at the electrifying blue of the Healer's, and he barely nods, raising his left hand once more to snap his fingers.

"Good. Now," he opens his arms for him. "Come greet me properly."

Sandolphon and the Healer had formed a close relationship over the decades they'd been together, he had protected him from those that wished to use his control over the senses to their own will, it had put him and the Viceroy at odds for some time, thus what had caused them to forget about Azrael. He had been the one to teach him the different types of sign language there was to be used, since their creation, it had been humorous to watch the first human 'create' the languages.

Asariel and Azrael watched him step forward, looking down for a moment, to press himself into the third born's arms. Raphael curls him in a tight embrace, brushing his fingers through his wild blonde curls, smiling down at him gently in greeting.

"I was worried when you just up and disappeared in the dark of night."

'I couldn't do it anymore.' His hands shake slightly at the intense emotion. 'I'm sorry I worried you.'

The older archangel captures his hands gently, pressing a kiss to both palms, shaking his head gently. "It is of no matter." Tucking his hands against his chest. "You are alright, that's all I care about."

Lucifer watches them longingly, he wishes that it was him in his younger brothers place and tries to swallow the lump that forms in his throat at the willing closeness they share. Sandolphon would lash out before he could even set a hand on his shoulder, let alone wrap him in his arms like the Healer does, and he looks away as the lump grows heavier. At least someone hadn't ruined their relationship with him.

He looks down to the plastic bag hanging from his wrist. "Show me what you've got there?" The younger archangel seems ecstatic that he can show someone the treasures he found, pulling his hands back to pull the bag free, opening it in the silence that always follows him, and pulls the records out to show off. Raphael takes them as he holds them out, nodding at the pick in artist, turning them over to see the track listings, they were not so separated from humanity that they've never heard their musical talents, they all had their own preference. "Journey, good pick little Sandy, I was always rather fond of them myself." He winks at him playfully. "My favorite was always 'Faithfully'. What about you?"

The youth smiles. 'I like them all!' He tilts his head thoughtfully. 'But if I had to pick one, I'd say it was it was 'Don't stop believin'.'

His older brother nods in appreciation. "That is a rather good one as well." He holds them back out to the youth, Sandolphon curls his findings in his arms, and he smiles down at him again. "I'm sure we can find a player around here somewhere, listen to your findings."

"Hey!" They turn to look at the hunter. "Is no one gonna say nothin' about him turning me mute!"

Asariel crosses her arms, leaning against Azreal's side, his arm hanging loosely around her shoulders. They watched the scene with fond and amused eyes, happy that their brother had found someone to watch out for him when they left, trying to ignore the guilt they felt for leaving him too. "Good job." She scoffs. "Ruining the moment."

Azrael nods in agreement over her head.

Sandolphon looks up to the Healer in question, clearly asking who was who, and the elder obliged his request for clarification. "That is Dean Winchester." He gestured to the short, fuming hunter. The one he had muted. He smiled in slight amusement at it, he didn't like him, and they'd only just met. "That is Sam Winchester." He gestured to the taller hunter. Sandolphon looked him over slightly. He didn't see much. "Dean is the elder, Sam the younger." He nodded in understanding. "And, of course, you know Castiel." He flipped him off. He'd heard about him killing Raph, who was trying his hardest to hold everything together, trying to save their crumbling family. Who had lost so much and yet still stood up for the others.

His brother snorted, Azrael nodded in approval. "Same."

"Big mood." Asariel nodded with him.

They turned as one to glare at the hunter who wanted their brother to face repercussions for his actions. "You deserved it, you insensitive asshole!" Asariel sneered at him with clear disdain. "Now you know what he feels like on a regular!"

Azrael nodded in agreement. "You had it coming, you bitch, making fun of him for something he can't control." He tilted his head. "We don't make fun of your daddy issues and unsightly extreme codependency with Sammy." He tilted his head back. "Or your anger issues. Sociopathic tendencies. Severe mood swings. The fact that you enjoyed killing all those people with the First Blade." Their eyes meet and he winks slightly. "That's right, I know all about it, you homicidal maniac. Death is my forte. Who do you think reaped all their souls?" He smiled, more so a quirk of his lips. "Or you're hunting down Amy Pond and threatening to kill her son." Sam turned to his brother with wide eyes. "Oh, my Dad. You never told your own brother that you killed his childhood friend?"

"Dean, tell me you didn't."

He inhaled deeply when his brother couldn't turn to face him. The older hunter threw his hands up. "She was a monster, Sammy! It's what we do! We kill monsters!"

"But she hadn't done anything, had she?" Azrael leaned forward, instigating them, wanting to see the two of them get into a brawl. Asariel giggled lightly at his side and Sandolphon gave a silent snort. "You killed an innocent woman in front of her son. And you enjoyed it."

"Dean."

"I had to, Sammy!" He finally turns to face him. "People were dyin'!"

"But not by her hand, were they?"

Dean Winchester turns to glare at the Archangel of Death. "Would you shut you damn mouth!"

Azrael shrugs. "Why should I?" laughing slightly in the face of his anger. "Whatcha gonna do to me, hunter?" He leans forward, amusement playing in his voice. "Are you gonna kill the Archangel of death?" He shakes his head and looks down to his sister, they share an amused glance. "Good luck with that, you homicidal maniac you."

Sam Winchester stormed off in silence, his brother trailing behind him, their seraph pet giving him a hard stare as he follows after his charges.

Azrael and Asariel snicker together. Sandolphon tries but the Healer tightens his arms around him, and when he looks up in question, his elder shakes his head.

Michael heaves a sigh, pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Azrael….Was that really necessary?"

The archangel of death shrugs. "It was funny."

"They're our allies."

"No, they're your allies, I'm just here for the food." He looks between his brother and sister. "And Sandy and Asa, of course."

Sandolphon gives him a thumbs up. Signing quickly. 'I'm here for you too!'

"Awe, Sandy, I love you too."

"I missed you so much, Sandy!"