Zaveriel and Akeelah stood face to face, a grin slowly spreading across both of their features, word had spread that their least favorite trio were coming to Heaven for a visit, their Father being oddly fond of them as He was.
They did their fancy little handshake and smiled to one another.
"Are you in?"
"Do birds poop on human cars?"
He snorted and held his hand out for her to shake, "I'm honored to call you friend, partner in crime."
"They will never forget us."
Their Father was giving them the official tour, using the time to see how the rebuilding was progressing as well, and He wanted to see how His many children were faring now that they were starting to get together again. There may have been a rough spot, He hadn't meant to disappear as long as He had, but they were beginning to act like a family once more. His children were truly amazing and resilient.
They started first in the Throne room, Akeelah perched happily on His knee, young Zaveriel sitting back on the front of His throne. Their Masters had seen them whispering in the garden together and couldn't be there to ensure that mischief wouldn't be had and thus came to Father with their request to watch over the pair of them for the day until they were able to once more.
"Do you two promise to be on your best behavior?"
The pair of them gave Him various noises of agreement, the fledgling on His knee turning to kiss Him on the cheek softly, "Of course Daddy! I promise not to kick them."
Zaveriel saved the kiss to the cheek from Him but smiled up at Him as he leaned backwards "And I promise to keep my hands to myself."
He knew of course that they had still planned something, but left it be so long as they kept their words in not causing harm to them, that was all He asked of them both.
Castiel entered sometime later, looking a bit too ruffled, and the Guards appeared a bit to still and He swore to speak to them later on the matter. Not many were fond of this particular brother of theirs. Behind him came his two hunter companions and charges, looking around the throne room in awe, trying to see everything as much as they could.
He glared lightly at the two younger angels with their Father, little Akeelah shrunk back at the sight of him, only just, and sat back straighter when He pressed a comforting hand to her back.
"My friends", He greeted them warmly and stood, adjusting the little fledgling to His hip as He did, Zaveriel stood in time with Him and moved at His side, "It is good to see you again."
"Uh, yea, you too man.", Dean Winchester was the first one to respond as he still looked around the grand Throne room in wonderment, "This is quite the place you got here."
He smiled at the human man, nodding as He let His eyes scan around the room as well, it truly was breathtaking to take in.
"This is only a piece of the true masterpiece, come, I will show you what there is to see."
Akeelah laid her head down on His shoulder, her eyes locking onto the one who had nearly torturing her, "Did something bad happen to you? Or are you just naturally this bad of a person?"
Zaveriel snorted softly and He turned to look at the fledgling in amazement, "Little Akeelah, what was that?"
"Nothing Daddy."
They both fell silent after that and walked with Him as He guided them all around, showing them to the garden and to the training fields. Glares were shot their way as they passed but they went mostly ignored, a few through things at them but settled under a stern look from their Father.
Zaveriel fist bumped one of the angels who had thrown a rock towards the older hunter, "Not all men are annoying. Some of them are dead."
He could feel a headache coming on.
Akeelah listened with apt attention as the seraph made his opinions known on the Choir as they passed the Pantheon and waited until Father had come to the end of His response, cutting the older angel off as he opened his mouth to speak again.
"Light travels faster than sound, which is why people like you appear bright—until they open their mouths."
They were walking passed the Aerie when Dean Winchester made the mistake of insulting the flocks, Zaveriel laughed and threw an arm around his shoulders under the closely watching eyes of his Father.
"If you see me smiling it's because I'm thinking of doing something bad, if you see me laughing, it's because I already have."
Again, another opinion was shared as they walked down the Axis, and the fledgling waited until it seemed as though it was going to continue on forever.
"Please tell me that this train of thought you're on has a caboose."
Sam Winchester added in his two cents and Zaveriel coughed into his hand, "If you're up here, then who's running Hell?"
By the end of the afternoon they had circled around to meet back in the Throne room. He was seated upon His throne again, Zaveriel standing before Him with his arms crossed, and His little fledgling leaned back against His chest and kicked her legs back and forth.
The messenger broke the quiet first, "If I promise to miss you" he looked directly at Castiel "Will you go, like, really far away?"
He scrubbed a hand down His face as the seraph and his two charges took their leave as the sun began to set, He sighed and looked to His young angels.
"What are you two up to?"
"Nothing Daddy!"
Zaveriel laughed, "You think I'm being sarcastic? Watch me pretend to care."
He narrowed His eyes "Are you two playing another one of your games?", they exchanged looks quickly, "Do you remember what I said I would do if you were caught in one again?"