They had learned rather quickly, that when one mixed the nefarious minds of the two friends, and the friendship that ran between them, that any competition was to be closely watched.
It took a week but all of Heaven was privy to the competition between the two.
Michael first took note of it when his dear little fledgling joined him for training the warriors, walking at his side, little hand in his as she surveyed them in the same manner. The Powers were training towards the back and they made their way over slowly. Titus and Abraxos waved when they got close enough, their expressions brightening when the little one waved back excitedly, and the archangel and fledgling came to a stop next to the two Powers. They watched Haniel and Nisroc spare for a moment, watching as Nisroc managed to get in a swipe and sliced into the others arm and a small bit of blood spilled out. The Second stopped, slipping the knives into the belt around his waist, and held a hand out to pull his friend up.
It was in that moment that the fledgling finally piped up.
"I don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't die."
They all turned to stare at the fledgling in various expressions of surprise and Haniel busted into laughter.
Raphael was brought into the mixture when both fledgling and little messenger were brought to him to keep an eye one after they had tried to sneak something from Gabriel's office, and they followed him around as he went about his work.
He was binding a warriors arm when Zaveriel cleared his throat, and both angels turned to look at the young messenger, both young angels were standing side by side with their arms crossed.
"Everything is funny as long as its happening to somebody else."
Lucifer was invited to the party when he was discussing something about the underworld with Michael, the little fledgling perched on his right arm, explaining the happenings down there as the demons were left to their own devices and how he was going to appoint one of the demon princes as his regent in his stead.
Akeela laid her head on his shoulder at that statement and piped in, "Heaven won't really take me and Hell is afraid I'll take over."
Michael heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, and the Morningstar looked to his young fledgling with raised eyebrows "What?"
"Don't worry about it."
Gabriel was inducted into it all when he took the two of them own to earth when the Winchesters called them for an assist in a unknown plague that was terrorizing a town in the middle of Wyoming. Zaveriel was glaring at the oldest Winchester brother from the way he had verbally assaulted his commander when they managed to get the drop on him those odd years ago slouched forward with his hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Akeela was sitting perched on the trunk of the Impala, kicking her boot covered feet back and forth.
He rolled his eyes at the younger hunters rather annoying but constant jabbering about the poor good humans that were being affected.
The young messenger rolled his eyes and turned to look at his closest friend and Akeela turned to meet his gaze, "I don't know why their so concerned. The towns bursting at the seams. Overpopulation? Too much of a good thing." And his friend nodded back in serious manner.
Both Winchesters fell silent and turned to stare at him, Gabriel through his hands up in the air and spun to face them completely, "What the heck was that!"
The last to join the party was none other then their Father Himself, He had called the Four Princes, their second in commands, and little Akeela in to reveal the first steps in Him and His Sister's creation made by both Their hands.
The deity went on and on for a while, to the point that Zaveriel lost interest and instead turned to entertain himself and his young friend at the same time, somewhere near the back of the 'class', the two of them were playing rock, paper, scissors on who seemingly got to make the closing statement for the end of their little competition.
Zavriel punched the air and whooped softly when he won the best out of ten. Aunt turned to watch them at the soft cheer, not bothering to halt Her Brother's ramblings as She watched the two friends with a small smile. They amused Her to no end and She had become rather fond of their antics. He had just finished up His introduction when the voice cut across the room, all eyes turned to face the young messenger and fledgling child where they sat near the back of the Throne Room.
"And this goes to prove, you're never too old to learn something stupid."
Father heaved a tired sigh and rubbed at His temples, more then used to such things from the pair of them, and little Akeela broke into peals of laughter. Zaveriel looked rather proud of himself and the fledgling passed him one of the small chocolate bars that Gabriel had let her bring back from their visit to earth to help those annoying Winchesters with that plagued town.
"What are you two doing?"
"Seeing who has the better motto."
"Zaves won. That was so funny. Daddy you really old and that plan sounds really dumb but also really cool and you should do it!"